#danny fenton icons

[stardaiyamondo]

𝚎𝚕𝚎 é 𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚊...

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖

[fleshqb]

I got myself Aseprite and figured out how to make a sprite sheet! Super cool, gotta use it more~

Also went back to my roots and drew Danny after binging loads of DP/Batman fanfics which had me feeling nostalgic!

[cheriate]

He's a phantom, Danny Phantom! Phantom!

[demon-at-peace]

DC + DP

Danny smiled, pulling away from the hug regretfully. He was going to college, a year or so ago he'd wondered if he'd ever make it. or if he'd remain in Amity, protecting the dead and the living. He hadn't had too, the GIW had been taken down, Amity was safe.

He had the Justice League to thank for that. They offered him apologies, asked him to join them. Said he was an amazing hero. They weren't lying, they truly wanted him by their side. That was a surprise, they wanted the Halfa, boy king, ghost, to fight by them. Heroes known throughout the world.

He didn't want to be a hero anymore though. So he turned them down with sorrowful smiles. They kept asking, brought him gifts and offers, he turned them down. They stopped asking, they still came by occasionally, laying flowers on the monument they'd made for him.

The grave that they'd had no body to bury in. He'd been surprised by it. it had been a gift from Sam and Tucker, they'd pitched the idea. The town however had paid for it. They mourned the boy they lost, and loved the hero they had gained. Danny loved it, because he knew a part of him died that day, a part of him that would never be the same.

The drive was longer than he would have expected, but soon he was peering out his window at Gotham. Tucker was going here too, Danny and him may have hacked the dorm arangements. But hey they needed to be roomates.

Sam had unfortunately gone to Harvard. her parents had paid for it, and she had declared "I need a law degree if I'm going to change the world." Danny was sure she'd change the world without one, though it would likely be more violent.

The year stared, and it was great. He''d drive back some weekends. Hanging out as Phantom or as Danny. But now... he had a problem. And for once it wasn't the world ending. No he was stuck in the watchtower, and now he was going to fail his test tomorrow.

Their problem was urgent, they'd explained that, so Danny had helped. Helped them, they'd been thankful of course. Superman had hugged him, and Batman had given him a nod of approval, and a thank you that sounded like someone had punched it out of him. but it counted.

But tonight he'd been planning to cram study. Except you know saving the world kind of interfered. And it wasn't like he could get a note from Batman saying, "Yeah, Mr. Fenton had to miss this test to save the world, please allow him to retake." Could he?

I mean technically he could.. after the meeting ended. So he sat impatiently waiting for it to be over. Once it ended he snagged batman's cloak. The glare he got mad ehim drop it.

"Um.. Mr Bat? I was wondering if I could get a note, or something you know.. just cause I'm missing a test right about now, and I really don't want to fail it. It;s required, and my teachers mean, so I probably won't be able to retake without it," he speaks as fast as possible, not bothering to breath.

"Mr bat?" green lantern wheezed silently.

"Ghosts have school?" superman asked curiously.

"No, why would ghosts have school?" Danny rolls his eyes, "I have school though."

"Your a ghost," Wonder woman decides to state the obvious.

"Not entirely, you know didn't die completely," Danny scoffs. The silence is telling and Danny stares in shock. "You didn't?" he squawks.

"No, what do you mean not completely?" Superman stares at Danny with just as much shock.

"Well I did, I mean electrocuted, cam back, electrocuted came back, like a bunch... so entirely but not, Clocky says I'm the balance," Danny smirks, "Dead," he gestures to himself, "Alive," he offers as white rings pass over him.

"You're actually a kid?" superman looks like he's about to have an existential crissius.

"I'm eighteen!" Danny protests, "Anyhow I need help with my test thing, you know because you made me miss it?"

"sure.." Batman mutters,

Saving the world was totally worth it, Danny was officailly the coolest kid in school and he got to miss a test. Best day ever.

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Sorry about not posting people, I'm really burnt out, and tired. Anyhow I just love the idea of Danny being casual about phantom, and the other heroes just assuming that he's hidden it so they don't even bother too dig for it. also like he hardly hides it.

Bye!

[jamiethebeeart]

“But it’s not gay if he’s dead.” Danny’s head whipped around to stare down the street at two guys walking on the other side. He thought he was free of hearing that phrase ever again. Heart thudding in his ears, he crossed the street to tail these two guys. There was no way? Right? I mean Danny was something like 1,000 miles away from his hometown. There was no way two random guys in the big city of Gotham would’ve ever heard of –

“I don’t know man, it’s never been confirmed whether or not the “big guy” was actually… ya know?”

Danny seethed in frustration at the vague conversation. He stepped around a group of kids as he barely made the end of the crosswalk countdown.

“Nah, Red makes too many uncomfortable jokes about death to not have died.”

Danny sped up, weaving in between people to catch up before he lost the conversation in the din.

“It’s Gotham, we all make jokes about death.”

“Ya, but not like him. He seems to revel in them, like he actually kicked the bucket, permanent-like, not like those people who – I don’t know – cardiac arrest and are technically dead for a couple minutes until the EMTs get to them or whatever.”

A car puttered down the road – releasing a huge plume of exhaust in between Danny and the guys. Danny sighed, fully intending to return to his original path with the reassurance that they weren’t talking about Phantom. Then the next damned sentence came out of one of their mouths.

“Ok sure let’s say you’re right. Is it necrophilia if his body started decaying before coming back?”

‘Fuck it’ Danny thought as he turned back around. He had to see how this conversation ended – definitely not because the answer to that question kept him up night. Absolutely not. Call him a cat because he was just curious and not all at invested in the answer.

“Oh! Dude, shut the fuck up! Why would you – that’s disgusting! Are you kidding me!”

“Answer the question Mr. It’s Not Gay if He’s Dead – necrophiliac: yes or no?”

“No? Have you seen Red’s body? No way a dead guy could have muscles like that – I mean you gotta have working bodily functions right? To build muscles or whatever the fuck? Like have you seen his abs? Or, shit, just his arms - I mean swoon worthy, what I wouldn’t give to have him hold -”

“…….”

“- me…. What are ya looking at me like that for?”

“When, exactly, have you seen his abs.”

“Aaaah - that’s not the point –“

“Sure as hell hope that’s the point.” Red Hood stepped out of an alleyway they were walking past. Even with a helmet on, Danny swore the guy stared straight at him. He was so fucked getting caught listening in to this conversation – could he play it cool? Danny was cool right? Yeah, he could totally pull this off, act totally normal and keep walking. Hunching his shoulders some and turning his body away from the three men, he walked past. Or tried to. Red Hood caught the back of his shirt, stopping him from getting away. Unless Danny was willing to expose his powers to get out this situation, the best he could do was play dumb and hope Hood let him go without too much hassle.

“Boss!”

“Hey Boss – you didn’t happen to only hear the second half of that, did you?”

Red Hood growled, “the part about necrophilia or the part about my abs?”

Danny twisted his head back to see Goon #1 turn pale. “Uuuh – uh- um,” met Red Hood’s question.

A choreographed roll of the eyes, “Better question, why are you talking shit out on the streets and not paying attention to your little stalker,” Hood gestured to Danny.

“I’m not a stalker!” Danny huffed. His eyes widened. All three guys looked over at him. ‘SHIT’ Danny thought. He did not want to catch anyone’s attention more than he had, much less all three.

Goon No. 2 looked at him, as he resumed his squirming in Red Hood’s grasp, “So who are you?”

Danny glanced up to see Red Hood staring down at him. Today just wasn’t his day. “Hood,” Danny blurted out.

Silence. The tips of Danny’s ears turned bright red

“Uhm, I mean, a tourist?” “In Crime Alley, kid?”

"I'm not a kid," Danny muttered.

Hood shook Danny’s shirt hard enough to also shake Danny himself. “Try again. I’ve seen you around often enough to know that’s a lie.”

“It’s true!” Danny lied. “I was visiting the city, my wallet got pickpocketed with most of my money, so now I’m… kind of…. Stuck here? Indefinitely?”

Goon No. 1 laughed at him, “do ya think we’re dumb? You have a cellie right? No way you’re ‘stuck here’.”

“Exactly, so who do you work for? Penguin?” A jab towards Danny’s face. “Riddler?” Another jab and a step towards Danny. “Is it Two Face?” Another, even closer jab. Danny went cross-eyed looking at the finger in front of his nose.

“Back off,” Hood said. Danny breathed a sigh of relief at being given some space. And then the next words came out of Red Hood’s mouth, “Get lost you two – and stop gossiping on the street. And you-“ Hood turned back to Danny, “ – you’re coming with me.” Danny gulped. Today was going down as another shit day in the books for sure.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[beesarekindaswag]

Jazz says fuck the Joker

“To conclude, your honour, the defendant shows clear understanding of their crimes and the consequences of them as well as, no remorse coupled with a severe lack of empathy. Overall, I would conclude that the complex nature of the crimes committed along with behaviors displays suggest that the defendant is not psychotic and thus, capable of standing trial and facing the verdict.”

The red head delivered her analysis with devastating confidence, the glint in her eyes unwavering - a woman who knows she’s right and by god, you will know it too.

When was the last time anyone actually attempted to legally charge the Joker with his crimes? Honestly, most had forgotten it was even a possibility. The grandiose schemes and fights with the bats had elevated him beyond a mere criminal, more than a man and yet, that’s all he was - a man. A man who had been forcibly dragged back to reality by a determined Jasmine Fenton - budding psychologist and one of the newest idols for young Gothamites (the other being her brother who had been videod absolutely bodying the Joker on the street just a week prior - Joker was still nursing his wounds)

The deliberation of the court was unsurprisingly short - Miss Fenton had been clear with the facts and people were more than happy to utilize and opportunity to FINALLY punish the Joker. Joker’s lawyers couldn’t do much to stop the inevitable after all that the clown had done.

“The defendant is hereby found… guilty of all accused crimes & as such, sentenced to execution by the state.”

Gotham was free.

———

Based off of the idea that the Joker is only escaping proper legal punishment by being declared not guilty by reason of insanity. Jazz would not stand for that.

[zukaiaz-x]

For the longest time I didn't know who Danny phantom was.

In my head he was just Danny devito but edited all ghostly

This is what I imagined

[bluemidnightsapphireee]

Chill Danny

He's done with your shit

[anonymous-existences]

@demonic0angel I blame you for influencing my Wes Weston Obsession.

BEHOLD!!!

"OBJECTION!"

[daily-dose-of-danno]

Season 1, Episode 7 - Bitter Reunions

[queersekai]

Day 4 of @sekaitransparents' 5000 followers event: A crossover edit with your favorite game OR your favorite TV show.

...yeah, I don't know if anyone was expecting anything else. Anyways, the parallels between these two. I am literally making a Bake no Hana AMV about Danny. I have two whole crossover AUs for it.

Flag(s): Transgender because they are both trans. This is canon, don't @ me. Fuck you Hartman.

PSD by me. I also made the Danny transparents myself.

[pridebicons]

trans danny phantom pride icons

requested by anon

like/rb if using + credit

[pridewishes]

♔ || DANNY PHANTOM ICONS

250x250 || ghostgender || bordered circle

like / rb + credit + read dni if using

requested by anon !!

[oceankat8]

Super thrilled for this years @ectoberhaunt !! So happy I got asked to do the icon again ^_^

[little-pondhead]

I made some blue icons!

Green Red

these are free for personal use as long as no monetary profit is being made :)