"How. Dare. You." Those Three Words Resounded Across The Gathering Of Ghost With The Force Of A Freight

"How. Dare. You." Those three words resounded across the gathering of ghost with the force of a freight train and yet, the gentleness of a butterfly. The tone of said words quieted the crowd, but what truly brought everything to a grave like stillness was the emotion behind them. It was indescribable, it was oh, so... so much more then pure hate and, at the same time so much less then indifference.

"How dare you." They wrang out again. Followed by a "You finally piece it together and this is how you repay him?!"

"You plot and scheme against him as if he is not the sole reason why you even exist!" A tierd huff escaped the figure, now recognized as the master of time. "You wine and complain about the inaccuracies and errors in your history as if this is not how you have alaways been!" "Might I remind you that this all came from the mind of a DYING CHILD!" He gesture all around, to the infinite green void. "The fact that we have ANY correlation to the mortal world is a miracle and a testament."

"At the very moment of his death, Danny's mind recognized that, according to the laws of his world, his univers, he had no way to survive;" An intense glared was directed at the waste of ectoplasm gathered below him. "And, sensing his desire to Live, to not abandon the only three people who have shown him compassion, it does the only thing it can." A sigh escapes his lips "It creates a door, it makes a universe, a multiverse, infinite realities. It makes it out of all his hope, compassion, love and determination, sadness and despair... It gives birth to DEATH itself, just to beg it to keep him alive."

The crowd stills completely, as if suddenly turned to stone. "It is a testament to his willpower, knowledge and... his compassion." Another sigh rings out, filled with something between sorrow and and the burden given by knowledge. "Prior to his death, there... there were no afterlives, there was nothing awaiting but Oblivion, true death. And then he created all afterlifes, he created all of you."

A long pause soon followed, as if to allow Clockwork to catch his breath, but it was more to allow all the ghost beneath him to process the information.

And then he continued "In the very first moment of its birth, Death knew what it had to do... It took its very purpose and the very laws that should have binded it to said purpose and discarded them with no hesitation." Another pause. "Without a care for itself, and alongside Magic, who was born at the same time as the Realms, it set out to helps its father like any good child would do for a loving parent"

Not even allowing a word to escape the crowd, CW continues. "Would any of you even dare to THINK about striking your mothers or your fathers!?" Before they can even flinch Clockwork hammers the point in "Answers me this: Is there anyone among you who can say, with any amount of certainty, that Danny would even hesitate to... give up what little remains of his life, his existance! To save yours?"

Having made his point he turned his back to them. "Like any parent would do?" Not paying attention to the trembling and sobbing ghost, Clockwork, the master of time made to leave, but not before saying one last thing.

"From the highest peaks of Haven to the deepest VILEST pits of Hell, there exist no language in which I can express my disappointment and disgust in you. Have a good afterlife, and don't forget WHO you have to thank for it you vain children"

[This] post inspired this. @five-rivers Thanks.

It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Yippie 😑

Hehe. In all seriousness, it's nice being among you lunatics.

Despite having a mild reputation of "The place sanity goes to die", it's actually a very pleasant environment. No one bothers you, because the only opinions that mater are the ones you give credence to... and the block button is easily accessible. The fan bases are very... devoted (read: a bit sadistic at times) but sometimes your blorbo needs some more character development, what can you do? 🤷‍♂️

Overall, it's lovely ~♡~

And hey, at least it not 4chan! 😊

That's all I have to say folks! I hope everypony has a nice day!

-Promt-

As soon as the portal opens, Danny starts subconsciously and sometimes consciously treating the ghost as kids and he basically adopts them.

A ghosts story, it's legend, works similar to how faith works on gods. It strengthens them. And as they get older their legend gets older with them, no one has realized that this works the other way too.

Because Phantom has time traveled to ancient times, the moment Danny becomes a Hafa, he is hit with the power of this old ass legend and his soul ages to match it.

And so, his ghost half goes: "Where kids/Babies?" He sees a ghost "Ah! There is the baby!"

P.s

Dan is Danny from a timline where someone killed his 'kids' , so he has come back in time to prevent it/strengthen his past self so he can protect them.

-Prompt-

Danny has HAD IT with the Observers!

They just don't know when to give up! Insult after insult and defamation attempt without stop! Assassination attempts at basically every hour of both day and night! SERIOUSLY! Danny can swear upon the stars that he knows the whole hitman population of the entire Ghost Zone up to their mothers.

On top of the fact that he hadn't slept for a whole week because of the assassins (Thankfully they stopped coming after he defeated literally ALL of the hitmen in the INFINITE-REALMS, which, might he remind you, are infinite.) He now discovered that the floating snots (read: Observers) are holding Clockwork hostage by his core.

When he tells you the Ring Of Rage cracked, he isn't joking. He is angrier then the literall embodiment of the concept of rage.

So, he steps trough the portal and snaps his fingers, and the entire Ghost Zone is punged into a very dark night.

The fact that the GZ isn't supposed to have a day/night cycle isn't noticed by anyone under Ancient power level. Said Ancients basically react like this:

[Insert ancient of choice]: *Steps out onto their balcony holding a mug of their prefered beverage* "Hmm" *narrows eyes* 'sluurrrpp' "Nope! I dont see anything strange" steps back inside *whispers* "I'm not nearly old enough for this"

So, the Ghost zone is plunged into night with no one seeing anything wrong with it. And when it does finally turn to day and people finally do realize that there wasn't supposed to be a night, its already too late.

The lair of the Observers is reduced to a field of debris and dust. The only trace of their existence is the occasional scream emanating form Phantom Keep-

[Ahh! Papercut!

My Eye! Existance is pain!

I'll get you bac-- *Sound of a heavy pile of paperwork being dumped onto someone]

And if someone sees Clockwork taking a stroll trough the palace gardens?--No they didn't. I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't see anything, I swear!.

I just realized that with the average human lifespan being 70+ years and still increasing I will probably live to see 2100 and that is something I do NOT want to.

This thought has defenestrated my vibes.

-Prompt-

They where so damm tierd. Having to act like your I.Q. had peaked at a negative number, just so you don't get a kid and his friends, or another-clearly sentient and sapient- beaing killed its so damm exhausting.

Don't get it wrong, the pay is good, top secret operation and all that, but it is definitely not a place anyone should like to work in. No-one can quit, because if you do then there is a great change that the greedy politicians who orchestrated this whole mess will hire some pshyco who would actually try to do this job.

So now all of you try to stall for time until you manage to get enough evidence to drag the corporate scum and government pigs down from their "white horses" and hopefully put them away for good. All while trying to make sure a bunch of contaminated people a whole new species and a half dead teen don't actually die for good.

'Haaaa' Damm the GIW"--- Signed, The GIW.