#danny Phantom

[wallycet]

[lilianade-comics]

The beginning of an incomplete comic doodle dump I probably won't add to any time soon. Jack and Vlad getting wasted together is probably the worst idea either of them could have, which is what makes it so funny.

[thebubblesareevil]

Amity Park Field Trip:

The consequences of spilled coffee.

Mr Lancer would be considered a hardened war veteran if any member of the government not wearing white stepped foot in Amity Park.

He’d fought off zombies, ghost cops, and sentient meat on more than a few occasions to protect his students.

He’d warned each and every one of his students against misbehaving durin their field trip to Gotham and they all respected him more than enough to listen to his orders.

With Mr Lancers guidance they had made it an entire week in Gotham without any incident despite Poison Ivy taking control of the green house they visited, Scarecrow gassing the art museum mid way through their tour, and even Bane fighting Batman right outside the opera house right as they left for the evening. (Thankfully he had the foresight to put Fentons child leash on to stop him from ‘joining the fun’)

And now, here they were on their last day of their trip on their way across the Gotham University Campus to attend the lecture that brought them to Gotham in the first place.

They’d stopped by a lovely little cafe on campus and Mr Lancer was taking a long drawn out sniff of his coffee, just basking in the aroma for a moment when a high pitched laugh broke the peace and suddenly students were frantically running away from an explosion.

Normal this would be when he organizes his student and they all evacuate back to the hotel. All but one of his students had already put on their gas masks and were ready to mobilize at his command.

All but one that stared off towards the explosions with a demented grin on his face that was officially recognized as an omen of doom in no less than 10 occult journals.

Normally he would scold the teen.

Normally he’d had his coffee.

Instead Mr Lancer looked mournfully down at his spilled nectar and sighed.

Walking through his class he stopped right next to the smiling teen and reached behind him.

Every single one of his students immediately stepped back when the click of the glowing child leash signaled the boys freedom.

He didn’t even glance towards his teacher.

He had a clown to hunt.

A different laugh was heard throughout the campus that day, one that would haunt the dreams of any that had been unfortunate enough to be there the day the Joker made Mr Lancer spill his coffee.

[aislep]

Don't make that joke, DANNY!

[astronnova]

hey guys

[hannahmanderr]

I know I've said it before but I'm saying it again, I just absolutely adore how Danny's eyes glow green in human form when he's getting particularly mischievous, not just when he's especially angry

Like this boy has a built in warning signal for when he's about to be a little menace to society and I love that for him

[vodkassassin]

Read @ghostboidanny ‘s post about ghost king danno and miscommunication this morning and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day

[emacrow]

Hey babs, what you got there?

"A Bat smoothie?" Babs said, typing on her laptop as she sip a bat smoothie, a sleepy toddler with his thumb in his mouth, an old looking Einstein bear that he was clinging to, a falling space theme kid blanket and bat kid meal nearly slipping off her lap.

Black fluffy hair, sleepy blue eyes that slowly closed, in white, red, and blue jumper clothes with tiny red and white shoes as he yawn so quietly with his head slump into the teddy bear.

"Sooo where you got the kid?" Tim asked again as his eyebrow a bit, glancing back at Babs.

"Oh, this is danny fenton. He is four years old. I couldn't find his mom when he was in the library and he kept calling me mom insisting i was his mom, and he didn't in the system base, and I'm currently pretending until I find his original name or a match shown in the missing child files or until Flash answer the call." Babs said nonchalant typing on her laptop, pulling up the space blanket over to cover Danny probably who snuggled closer to Babs.

Part 1 here <-

[sunflower39]

3D + 1

[rosemaryhoney27]

Cat Conspiracy

The Cat Conspiracy

Damian Wayne had tracked assassins across continents, dismantled crime syndicates before breakfast, and fought rogue AI while still managing to ace his Latin homework.

But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for Danny Fenton.

Specifically, Danny Fenton and his suspicious pattern of visiting pet stores all over Gotham, emerging each time with an armful of cats.

Damian narrowed his eyes from the rooftop across the street as Danny exited The Purring Palace with five cats in various shades of tabby draped across his arms, a smug little smile on his face.

Damian’s voice was a low growl in the comms. “Grayson. I’ve got eyes on Fenton again. He’s acquired more felines. That’s the third pet store this week. Something is afoot.”

Across the city, Dick let out an exaggerated groan. “Maybe he just likes cats?”

“No one likes cats that much. Not without a nefarious purpose,” Damian replied, dead serious.

“Damian, buddy, you live with eight trained attack bats and a demon dog. Let the kid have some cats.”

“I will not rest until I uncover his scheme.”

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton was indeed up to something.

He wasn't robbing banks or raising a ghost army or even stealing Gotham's supply of tuna fish. His plan was, in fact, adorably petty.

“Here you go, Mr. Meowser,” he whispered as he tucked the newest stray into a box carefully prepared with toys, a mini litter pan, and an engraved name tag. “You’re going to love your new home. It has three fireplaces, heated floors, and a man who pretends to hate you but secretly buys you imported kibble.”

He grinned as the box closed.

Operation: Furry Revenge was going purrfectly.

After all, if Vlad Masters—billionaire fruit loop, obsessed with power, and frequent thorn in Danny’s ghostly side—was too busy dealing with the ever-growing clowder of feline freeloaders mysteriously showing up at his mansion, then he’d have zero time for evil schemes.

Better yet, Vlad hadn’t sent a ghost assassin after him in weeks. The last thing he’d screamed over the phone was, “Daniel, I am not a cat café!”—right before the line went dead and the sound of a kitten meowing played faintly in the background.

Success.

Vlad was unraveling.

He now owned no less than thirty-two cats, each with names like “Princess Fuzzums,” “Waffle,” and “Mr. Stabby.”

They appeared out of nowhere.

Well, not nowhere. Always in tidy, clearly handmade boxes, addressed to him, complete with vet records and gourmet food recommendations.

He’d tried to be mad. He’d tried to find the source. But the cats... they purred.

One had curled up on his chest and started kneading at his robe while purring like a chainsaw, and now she had a bed on his desk and he dictated business emails around her nap schedule.

He was losing the war, and the worst part? He was starting to like it.

Damian had enough.

He dropped down from a rooftop like an avenging shadow as Danny exited yet another pet store with a fluffy ginger kitten perched on his head like a crown.

“I knew it.”

Danny screamed and nearly dropped the kitten. “What the hell?! Do you practice dramatic entrances?”

“You’ve been acquiring cats for a dark purpose,” Damian said, voice cold and accusatory. “I demand to know what you’re planning.”

Danny blinked at him. Then grinned.

“Would you believe me if I said it was a long-term plan to neutralize a billionaire supervillain through the power of feline responsibility?”

Damian stared.

Danny kept going. “I call it Operation: Claw and Order. My target now owns thirty-two cats. That’s roughly thirty-one more than he emotionally admits to loving.”

“…You’re weaponizing cats.”

“Yes,” Danny said, very proud.

Damian folded his arms. “…Interesting. I approve.”

Danny blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I would’ve used snakes, but your method is arguably more insidious. If you require assistance in continuing this campaign, I can connect you with Selina Kyle. She has... resources.”

Danny cackled. “Oh my god, is this what friendship feels like?”

“No,” Damian said immediately. “…But I’ll help deliver the next batch.”

And just like that, Gotham’s weirdest alliance was born: the half-ghost boy with a vengeance plan powered by kittens, and the Bat’s youngest, most terrifying son.

Vlad never knew what hit him.

But his cats were very well-fed.

[spookberry]

Wasted Potential

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Welcoming Party

[ <- part 1 ]

Standing out in the street, in front of the Gotham City Hall, in suit, even if it's not broad daylight — the sun has set two hours ago, they are firmly in late evening territory — feels awfully uncomfortable. As Red Robin, he is used to clinging to the shadows and walls. As Tim, he prefers it that way as well.

Alas, he is on the meeting the delegates duty by the rule of elimination: Bruce has a reputation, Dick is an impulsive comedian, Jason is a crime lord, Cass is having a nonverbal day, Steph is... Steph, Duke is a daylight hero, and Damian is rude by design.

In other words, his family straight up threw him under the bus.

This whole thing is ridiculous if anyone asks Tim. Vigilantes playing a welcoming party for dead royalty. Not even because of the whole deal with publicity but because their family is quite literally responsible for making a lot of people cross the border from alive to dead, and them welcoming a Prince of the Infinite Realms feels like a bad joke.

Tim's wrist computer buzzes — the alarm went off, which means the delegation will be here any minute — and, right on cue, the air just a dozen or so feet away flickers in green sparks.

A car, sleek black and almost absurdly normal, appears out of thin air, slowly making its way to Tim. To the City Hall entrance, actually, which coincidentally includes Tim. And five dozen reporters with cameras, but that's irrelevant right now. At least they've stopped taking pictures of him by this point.

The car stops, and the back door slides open — which it shouldn't be able to do, judging by the model, but who's Tim to judge afterlife transport. He hears a few clicks of the cameras going off.

Inside the car, it's pitch black, like the door opened straight into a cosmic void. Tim takes a short breath, steeling himself and getting ready to face absolutely anything. He's heard more than enough stories about the Realms from Constantine when B invited him as a consultant.

The first thing he sees is white fur- no, white hair, short and fluffy, strands floating in the air and slightly glowing. Then, there's a foot in a white combat boot stepping out on the pavement, a pale hand with sharp black nails — or, maybe, claws — gripping the side of the door for balance. Tim offers a hand mostly out of polite habit, distantly relieved the Prince is humanoid.

He nearly flinches when they take it, skin so cold that Tim feels it through his glove, but their touch almost gentle.

And then, the Prince steps out of the car completely.

Tim blinks.

His mind is registering disjointed parts of their appearance: black jeans, a silver rapier on their hip, an unzipped white leather jacket that looks too much like what Jason wears, pointy ears pierced in several places.

Pale blue, shimmering freckles that look like constellations on their face.

But that's all irrelevant because the Prince is not wearing a mask, not covering his face, and Tim knows that face. It's a face he's seen just this morning before he left for classes.

Daniel Nightingale, his Gotham U roommate, is looking at him with wide, toxic green eyes.

"T-" He starts, voice barely above a whisper, but stops himself short when he feels Tim squeezing his hand all of a sudden. He has no idea how Danny recognized him- actually, it probably has something to do with him being the Prince of the goddamn afterlife, but Tim has already suffered enough unpleasant things today. He is decidedly not adding an identity breach in front of dozens of reporters to it.

"Welcome to Gotham, Your Highness," he smiles, looking Danny straight in the eyes.

The boy smiles back, perfectly polite, "Thank you."

But Tim can see how he briefly, awkwardly rolls his shoulders.

Somehow, he thinks the peace talks are going to go great.

[lilianade-comics]

"What Haunts in Vegas.........stays in Vegas!"

The hypothetical college trio series includes many hard hitting episodes, including this one where Vlad's in drag and has to seduce a short, sleazy human trafficking ringleader while Jack and Maddie play cards in the casino and distract the bodyguards.

This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I probably won't finish it any time soon (i wanted to adapt most of it into a longer comic) so here's a summary of the ensuing shenanigans and gags:

I love the idea that a series about Jack, Maddie and Vlad would feature a lot of stories about organized crime with a ghostly twist, so this is a reflection of that.

The trio plus Agents K and O set up a trap within a ritzy Vegas casino. Vlad, disguised as the silver vixen bait, is thoroughly incensed by his humiliating role but also ironically looks like enough of an effortless knock-out in a slinky black dress that the ruse seems to work on Petri. (Earlier, Vlad exclaimed to Maddie that only "an idiot" would fall for this disguise, followed immediately by Jack not recognizing him and wondering "who the broad in black is", only proving Vlad's point.)

The height difference between Petri and Vlad is so ridiculous that Vlad (who is wearing high heels) doesn't even initially notice when Petri approaches him to hit on him.

Another silly angle that makes Vlad a comically tailor-made fit for the role of Petri's seducer is the fact that Petri is a wine and cheese snob and prefers his women to be "cultured" in that regard. Vlad can't be out-snobbed on either front, so it nearly turns into a pissing contest of who's enjoyed the more exotic and expensive pairing.

Petri asks the 6'3 silver haired goddess sitting next to him if her hair is naturally silver, and Vlad stays in character to say yes, but it was caused by a great deal of stress brought on by her "oafish buffoon of an ex-husband" which prompts Agents K and O to tell Vlad to stick to the script through Vlad's bugged earring, and Jack in the other earring to express surprise that he didn't know his best buddy was married and why didn't he tell him?!

(A vein pulses in Vlad's temple, but he maintains a nostalgic expression for Petri's sake while he discreetly reaches up and mercilessly crushes his earring between his fingertips with an electronic crunch. Agent O turns to Agent K in the hotel suite they're monitoring the mission from. "Heels destroyed his comm." "...This is the last time we work with civilians.")

At some point, an increasingly smarmy Petri places his hand on Vlad's leg, and an uncomfortable Vlad's instinctive reflex is, unfortunately, to choke him.

While all of this is taking place, Jack and Maddie are playing the tables alongside Petri's lieutenants. The idea is that when Vlad lures Petri to the suite where Agents O & K will apprehend him, they will safely subdue the henchmen.

Vlad does manage to get Petri into the hotel room, but things immediately go off the rails at that point. Agents K and O have been incapacitated off screen, and Petri reveals he suspected that this was all a set up from the beginning, so he took the liberty of removing the dangerous element from the equation. Meanwhile, Jack and Maddie have their hands full as subduing the henchmen goes poorly and it turns out a large portion of the casino customers seem to be currently overshadowed. A massive fight breaks out.

The GIW files assumed that Petri Fyer was a human, but Vlad had clocked almost immediately upon meeting him that he's actually a ghost overshadowing a human being. Petri Fyer is actually Petrifyer, a large, monstrous ghost that resembles a toad. He departs from his human host to confront Vlad. Petrifyer has a paralytic venom that stuns humans and renders them immobile, so he uses it on Vlad and gleefully tries to decide what he should do with all of them.

It becomes apparent that Petrifyer understood that the whole situation was a set up, but he totally missed the fact that Vlad wasn't who he said he was, and since the paralytic venom is only effective on human beings, Vlad manages to break out of the paralysis by forcing a transformation.

Petrifyer vs. Plasmius ensues, there's some back and forth where Petri is 1) shocked he got catfished, 2) shocked he got catfished by the half-ghost billionaire who tried and failed to take over the world during the global meteor incident, and 3) still very into Vlad despite literally everything that is going on. Vlad proceeds to cheerfully beat the stuffing out of him.

Jack and Maddie manage to husband-wife power couple their way through ALL of the ghost-guests, wrecking the casino in the process. By the time they make it to the hotel room for back up, Vlad is standing in the middle of a destroyed suite, red heels in hand, Agents K and O groaning on the floor, and the dastardly ghost/human duo restrained. Vlad shoots his friends a withering glare and tries to wipe his lipstick off with the back of his hand. It just smears.

Petri turns out to be a case of true possession (over shadowing being short-term and possession being long-term). The meek, unconfident, ordinary gas station employee, Patrick Fitz, is consensually allowing the sleazy toad-like ghost Petrifyer to use his body to navigate the human world and make them both rich.

Once in custody, Patrick and Petrifyer attempt to elicit sympathy from Vlad due to their similar positions and affinity for "ghost-human relations." Vlad just sneers at them and says he is so far out of their league in every possible way they might as well be on different planets.

The mission ends, Jack immediately forgets he signed a non-disclosure agreement, and Maddie practices her card game skills. (Afterward, Vlad offers Maddie a much more understanding apology for the way he used to treat her, and thanks her for not killing him at any point during those days.)

[ceilingfan25]

A silly grayghost identity reveal for dannymay day 13 truth!

[aislep]

:')