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I LOVE THIS great now I wanna draw menace to society Danny. Also your tags are a DELIGHT.

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I'm just imaginging for the 'JL follow despite CW's best efforts' is good ol clocky relaxing. Happy this plan worked and Danny is getting an outlet. Only to freeze when one of the time screens shows JL in the zone. Letting out the ghost speak equivelent to "oh /shit/"

Also imaginging Danny with full size Cujo on a leash at a dog show next to a bunch of normal dogs and their *terrified* owners.

This brings me much joy.

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.

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I suspect it's because the way you've written it does a really good job at giving the outline of a entirely different system to DP but in a way that feels like it's already been established. Not unlike how someone writes fanfic for those who already know the world. Using names and discriptions (such as vicky in containment) in such a way that feels like they are established characters or theories fans *should* know about. Be it from cannon or, like in this weird phandom, heavally built and accepted fannon.

I ADORE it. It just feels so strongly of crossover from that in the BEST way that I agree with arken I need to know MORE and want a part 2. Like when finding a crossover where i only know one series but is so well written i go after the other so i can see both sides.

So first, I just want to say that I love Mortified, especially the arcs involving Ereshkigal and Innana. The whole thing is absolutely incredible, and I'm always thrilled to see an update. Second, I was rather hoping to offer you a prompt I've had swirling about my head. What if there is some sort of research facility exploring "that which is unknown and previously thought to be impossible" (i.e. magic but they don't call it that because people don't really know about magic and ghosts in this AU) and Danny's class is invited to go on a field trip there. At first, everything is normal, but just after the class leaves the researchers realize that their instruments show that some sort of Eldritch Horror is nearby and they start freaking out, but it's just Danny. I don't know where else this would go though.

Mr. Lancer chewed on the end of his pen.  It was a disgusting habit, he knew, but he could never quite get himself to kick it, especially when he had a problem to confront.  

Said problem was, presently, that enough of his students had expressed an interest in careers in ectology and paranormal science that he really had to give them a relevant field trip.  Unfortunately, there were very few reputable options for such a field trip.  The Fentons were unsafe, Axion Labs refused to give tours, the GIW were essentially a government sponsored hate group.  Most other ‘ghost hunting agencies’ were outright scams.  

But there had to be something nearby.  Or at least in the state.  Maybe not something that explicitly or solely dealt with ghosts, but something.  

Maybe...

Oh!

He shifted to sit straighter in his chair.  That would work.  He started typing an email.

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“We got a what?” repeated Johannsson.  

“A field trip request,” repeated Deer.  

“Like... from a school?” asked Johannsson, cautiously.  

“A high school,” confirmed Deer, sounding rather stunned.  

“Do they... know what we do here?” 

“Evidently,” said Deer.  

“Like, they know we research magic and telepathy and stuff.”

“Yes.”

“And astral projection, higher-dimensional beings, alternate universes, that kind of thing?  Fringe science?”

“He says the junior class is interested in the ‘paranormal sciences.’”

“Wow,” said Johannsson, finally bringing his coffee up to his mouth and sipping at it cautiously.  “Where,” he started, “where are they from?”

“Um,” said Deer, peering at her computer screen.  “Casper High.  One sec.”  She started typing.  “It’s in Amity Park?  Do you think it’s a joke?”

“Ah,” said Johannsson.  “No, that tracks, actually, if it’s Amity Park.  We’ve got some weird readings on file from there, if you look it up.”

“It’s close,” said Deer.  “If we get readings, why don’t we have a presence there?”

“Another agency called dibs first,” said Johannsson.  “We have enough trouble.  No need to step on toes.”

Deer looked up at Johannsson incredulously.  “We fight eldritch abominations from the edge of reality,” she said.  “Is the boss really worried about stepping on toes?”

“Hey, that’s how we get funding,” said Johannsson, shrugging.  “We don’t want to end up like MKUltra.”

“MKUltra was a scam, Steve.  And also mostly illegal.”

“Yeah?”

Deer shrugged.  “Anyway, should I send this on, or...?”

“Yeah, go ahead.  The boss will probably get a kick out of it, if nothing else.”

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“I would not have told the boss about this if I knew I’d be the one babysitting a bunch of teenagers,” said Deer through a clenched smile.  She jerked on the hem of her blouse, not used to the more formal clothes she was wearing on this momentous occasion.   

“Yeah,” said Johannsson, “but it isn’t like we get a lot of people coming into this profession for this profession.  And they’re kids.  So be nice.”

“I’m always nice,” grumbled Deer.  

“Well, look like it,” said Johannsson, elbowing her.  He caught sight of the yellow school bus.  “Here they come now.”

They waited until most of the students had gotten off the bus to approach.  

“Hi,” said Johannsson, “you must be Mr. Lancer.”

“That’s me,” said the rather frazzled-looking teacher.  “Come on kids, let’s get settled down.  Listen to our guides.  Let them introduce themselves.”

“Yeah, hey,” said Johannsson, waving.  “Welcome to the Edge Institute, where we study that which is unknown and often thought to be impossible.”

“Hi,” said Deer, frowning at one group of students in particular.  Johannsson followed her eyes.  

The trio in question didn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary.  Except...  Well, there was a reason Deer worked here.  

“I’m Steve Johannsson,” he said, getting back on track.  “This is Sylvia Deer.  We mostly work in report processing and assessment, but that brings us into contact with all our other departments, so we’re more than suited to show you around.”

Sylvia put her thumbs up.  “Yep,” she said.  

“Most of what we work with isn’t terribly dangerous, however, there are exceptions to that rule, and we have some classified projects, so don’t wander off.  Stay within view of us at all times.”

“What if we need to use the bathroom?” asked a student.

“Well, that’s different,” admitted Johannsson.  “We’ve got a couple scheduled stops, so make sure you go at those times.  Other than that, don’t go through any doors we don’t open for you and don’t touch anything without asking first.  Got it?”

There was a soft murmur of assent.  

“Come on, kids,” said Mr. Lancer, clapping, “he asked a question.”

The murmur became slightly more unanimous.  

“Right,” said Deer.  She jerked her head towards the building.  “Let’s go.”

“Anyway,” said Johannsson, “this is reception, which is the only part of the building freely open to the general public.  If you do need to go to the bathroom, they’re right there.  We’re going to hang out here for a few minutes, get everyone taken care of.”

Most of the students made their way to the restrooms immediately, however, that one trio stayed put.  

“Hey,” said the smallest of the group, “do you guys hear that?”

“Hear what?” asked Johannsson.

“Um,” said the boy, slightly rocking forward on the balls of his feet, “there’s, like, an alarm or a siren going off?  It’s really faint, but is everything okay?”

“We’d get a text,” said Deer.  “Not to mention an announcement on the PA system.”

“And the radios,” said Johannsson, tapping his.  

“Right,” said Deer, nodding.  “Maybe you have tinnitus or something?”

“Isn’t that recurrent, though?” asked Johannsson.  “He’d know if he had it.”

“I do not have tinnitus,” said the boy, firmly.  “I really think there’s an alarm going off.  Or maybe someone has a mosquito ringtone.  Gosh, I hate those...”

Johannsson glanced at Deer and noted that she, once again, was staring at the children rather intensely.  Mostly at the boy, but that made sense since he was the one speaking.  

“Danny has good hearing,” said the girl, who was decked out in an array of gothic and mystic symbols.  One which, on closer inspection, would probably be fairly effective at passive protection.  

Johannsson wondered if that was the result of research, intuition, or sheer luck.  

Perhaps that was why Deer was looking at them like that?

“Maybe I’m just imagining it,” said Danny, shaking his head.  “Let’s go to the bathrooms.  There’s probably a line by now.”

Once the kids were gone, and Johannsson and Deer were more or less alone in the entry hall, Johannsson turned to Deer.  “Think we should call Detection?”

“Yeah,” said Deer, pulling out her phone.  “There’s something not right, here.”

“Maybe he’s a sensitive?” suggested Johannsson.  “He could be picking up a project.”

“Or maybe he’s like you and he’ll break every piece of tech invented in the last twenty-five years as soon as he touches it.  Or he was cursed by a goddess, like Vicky in Containment.  Or maybe he just has tinnitus and is in denial.  I still don’t like this.”  She finished dialing Detection and brought the phone to her ear.  “Hey, I-”  She pulled the phone away, glared at it and cautiously brought it back.  “What’s going on?  An incursion?  Then why aren’t we on lockdown?”

Johannsson’s blood ran cold.  “An incursion?  How big?”

Deer held up a hand.  “That doesn’t-  You know we can’t detect everything!  It doesn’t matter if nothing else gets triggered, the protocol is lockdown until we can determine- If you had done your job, the kids would still be on the damn bus!”

At this point, Deer’s shouts had drawn the attention and worry of Mr. Lancer and several of the students who had emerged from the bathrooms.  

“Is everything alright?” asked the man.  

Johannsson glanced at Deer.  “No,” he decided, just before the security shutters slammed down and the emergency lighting came on.  “I’m really sorry,” he said, “but it seems like some of our colleagues were overly excited about your tour and didn’t, er, follow proper procedure following a, uh, event.  So-”

The PA system stuttered into life.  “Attention.  A level seven entity has been detected.  All nonessential personnel, please proceed to the nearest shelter.  Repeat-”

“Seven?” echoed Johannsson, starting to sweat.  “Seven?”

“It’s probably a false alarm,” said Deer, putting away her phone and smiling in the way only people who feel very ill do.  “None of the other incursion detectors went off.  No radiation associated with dimensional breaks or anything.  We should still get everyone to a shelter.  Maybe you can round up everyone from the bathrooms?”

“Right,” said Mr. Lancer, who was enviably calm.  

“Is an entity like a ghost or something?” asked one of the kids, who clearly weren’t grasping the gravity of the situation.  “How strong is a seven?”

Level seven entities couldn’t be described in terms of strength alone.  They were eldritch, uncaring gods that tore at the fabric of reality with their very presence, creatures that had no business being on the material plane.  They shed bright magic and dark science in their wake, leaving those unfortunate enough to see them grappling with madness that was not.  

He really wanted to know what was happening in Amity Park (ghosts?) that made these people so blasé about the alarms, flashing lights, and security shutters.  

Wait a second.  

He unclipped his radio from his belt.  “This is Johannsson, calling detection.  Can you describe the signal to me?  Over.”

The radio crackled.  “Slowly rising over the last thirty minutes, peaking and plateauing in the last ten.  Why?  Do you have something?  Over.”

The bus had arrived ten minutes ago.  Johannsson closed his eyes.  “Maybe.  Will inform.  Over and out.”

He looked over at the bathroom where Danny and his two friends were emerging.  Danny had his hands pressed over his ears.  Whenever the overhead lights flashed off, the boys eyes reflected green.  Just for a second.  

Yeah.  Johannsson had something.  The question was, what was he going to do about it?

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It's the 24th SO I CAN FINALLY POST THIS!! :D Happy Truce @eldest-of-katts !! I hope you like it. <3 Also there's a colour alt here as I removed a layer by accident and it looked rad too so figure I save that too in case you enjoy its look too.

Bellow the read more is a small drabble I wrote to go with it. ^^

“My form is not one of chance little phantom.”

The ancient ghost looked adoringly at the night sky, smiling ever so slightly as they floated there.

“Dreams are my domain, and for as long as people had the ability to, they would look towards the stars and dream. Dream of what they meant, where they came from, why they could see pictures by connecting them. Even now, people dream of what potential is out there.”

Danny’s eyes too were locked on the sky. Glad that he’d made a truce with the other and thus could relax for once. A rare night of peace, even if he was still a little miffed that he’d considered a pretty rough fight as nothing more than a test.

Still.

“Of course!!” His tail was waving eagerly beneath him as he grinned. “Why wouldn’t we? It’s amazing what you can find out there. Planets of ice, ones where it rains diamonds, multiple suns, and that's not even touching on the possibility of habitable planets, life, the beauty of nebulas and the things we could learn from black holes and-”

Suddenly there was a finger on his nose, poking him gently before the deep chuckle broke him out of his surprise.

“I do hope you’ll forgive me child, but I simply couldn’t resist.” There was clear mirth in his eyes and voice. “You were simply too cute to not poke, with those freckles of yours.”

Freckles? What freck- oh. OH He’d slipped into his space obsession, and couldn’t resist burying his face in his hands in embarrassment. He was trying to get a better handle on that.

“Now now child, don’t hide your face.” His hands were gently pulled away to reveal a kindly smiling face looking down at him. Something Danny couldn’t quite place in his eyes. “I am one to believe it’s quite fitting.”

“Wait really?” “But of course.” His eyes returned to the sky. “Much like the stars that so proudly display themselves across your face, your humans look up to you. They look up to you and dream.”

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Hope you dont Mind me adding my 2 cents, but I am a sucker for the idea of Danny’s enemies becoming frienimies (most of them at least) and imagine this helps give the little push for them to get more truces set up. They claim it’s just for their own sake most of the time, so he doesn’t make them look bad having ‘picked up’ the power from them.  Just... I know it’s been done but EVERYONE teaching Danny how to use his powers. 

Okay, but AU where Danny being able to copy Vortex’s powers wasn’t a one-off and Danny just mimics the abilities of every enemy he faces so by the end of it Danny has this horrifying grab-bag of abilities, including but not limited to:

technokinesis from technus

shapeshifting from Amorpho and Bertrand

- especially into a dragon curtesy of Dora and Aragon

musical hypnosis from Ember

chlorokinesis from Undergrowth

atmokinesis from Vortex

the ability to stop time from Clockwork

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something that nobody in the whole world has asked for, except for me! Ghostsona Dreading Cards! because apparently i lost my mind! :)

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this is a pet project of mine since the beginning of the year but i only had the energy really to begin now. its basically what it says on the tin, a series of card styled pics of all the ghostsonas i’ll can manage to find!

google drive link to pics cause i know that tumblr kills quality Kimera - @katphantom Duckapus - @duckapus Aurora Phantasma - it me! @auroraphantasma

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Hahaha what? (And on the 7th, too!)

Reblog this post for a chance to get a DP fic from me.  

You don’t have to be following me to win.  You can reblog as many times as you’d like.

I will not do romance, explicit content, stuff I think is racist or homophobic, etc.  Otherwise, I’m willing to try most things.  I’ll even try my hand at crossovers, if I am familiar with the content.  Your request can be a prompt, a general outline, an AU, or a continuation of an existing fic.  

I will randomly pick a winner on June 14th.  

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400 followers!

You know what this means!

That’s right!

A fic giveaway!

If you would like a Danny Phantom fic from me, reblog this post.  On the 24th I will randomly select a winner.  Each reblog will count as an entry.  You can enter even if you don’t follow me. 

The winner can send me a prompt or request that I continue something I’ve already written (for example a one-shot).  I am also willing to attempt crossovers, so long as I am familiar with the crossover material (for example Harry Potter, Merlin, idk, you get the idea).  Actually, the only things I won’t write are romance and explicit content.  

Pass it on!  :)

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If you like I have a small army of characters to pick from if any catch your eye lol.

Everything from Feral, to anthro, humanoids, or monsters. Here. The tag is just the recommended, but feel free to look outside that. I love looking through people's characters for ones to draw so like to give options in case others are the same lol. My ghost sona is in there too

Yo I need to practice digital art so if anyone wants to DM me their ocs or AUs or fanfics I might make art of them but I’ll need some sort of reference

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Okay but the idea of him getting power-ups during astronomical events just gives me the BEST mental image.

Like it was a late night fight and he *just* wanted to watch the eclipse with Sam and Tuck and relax but nooo here comes some new spook for a fight. A strong one.

They think things have taken a turn for the worse as after one particularly bad hit when the light in his eyes starts to flicker and die out.

The eclipse had begun.

He keeps fighting, not noticing how he was changing alongside the disappearing moon. However he does notice his attacks growing stronger without him trying.

He'd get rid of the baddie before the full coverage happened because lunar eclipses arent short and his friends rush him as he lands to make sure he's okay, surprising him because he felt better then normal after a fight like that.

They worry and consider dragging him somewhere safe so they could make sure the darkening of his normally super bright eyes wasnt a sign of something really bad, but he manages to convince them to let it wait with a little shameless begging to just enjoy the night with them.

He changes back for a bit before returning to ghost form with some exscuse to fly them to a better vewing spot but really it was because being human had made him feel off. Like his power wasnt sitting quite right in him.

Its when the moons compleatly eclipsed that the full change is seen.

Super quick lazy idea out here its like stupid o clock so my brain aint working to write anything full lol but i wanted the idea out. Just changing how he looks depending on the event, not even touching on new thematic powers to go along with it lol.

DANNY'S OBSESSION

GUYS GUYS GUYS! I just realized Danny’s got an obsession i’ve not seem focused on before

S P A C E Like. Space is cold. Colder than anything there is. And stars burn hotter than literally anything. And planets are of all varieties and just. Star Core Danny is something i’m thinkin up now

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While my internet is kicking up a hissyfit I drew my lil Ghostsona Shelly. Quite happy with this and that green gel pen i used for her skin is to DIE for. So clean.

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the main reason I can never rewatch my favorite tv shows is secondhand embarrassment. Merlin? sure I love gwaine and the knights but is it really worth pushing through merlin and arthur’s bullshit? no. Danny phantom? Do I really need to look through all the episodes to find the ones that don’t make me want to launch myself into the void?

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Bloody internet is bugging out and not working half the time, so here I am on data to ask for any AUs or ideas y'all wanna see drawn? I want to post more then just writing for the Phandom.

Also a question... I saw a void/nocturne controlled Danny thing and it looks cool is there fics for that??? Only saw one art but it looked rad and I want more? I like Nocturne and want him to have more content. There is good potential with him.

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300 followers?!

I don’t know why, but 300 people are following me.  At least, I hope you’re all people.  It would be really awkward if some of you were bots, monsters from another dimension, or transient philosophical constructs.  

Anyway, I would like to do a follower drawing, like with my other follower milestones.  

If you would like a DP fic from me (even if you are a transient philosophical construct), reblog this post before Leap Day (February 29th).  

The winner can send me a prompt or request that I continue something I’ve already written (for example, Snow and Song, or Unearthed and Scarecrow), and I will do it.  I am also willing to attempt crossovers, if the crossover material is something I am familiar with.  Actually, I’m willing to try most things except for romance and explicit content.  

You can enter even if you aren’t following me, and each reblog counts as an entry.  On Leap Day I will pick a winner.  

Thank you for following!  :)

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So we’ve got Wes as Danny’s cousin by way of Aunt Alicia, Maddie’s sister, and Box Ghost is secretly Jason Fenton, who’s lost his memories of being alive but knows that A) a box killed him and B) ghosts are evil so he’s gotta be evil.

Who else to connect to whomst???

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Now question is if she had a sona what would it be... My bets on a Bat.

danny phantom au where sam is the furry

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Not gonna lie, when I saw this I thought it was from one of the Phandom blogs I follow and was all "Yeah this is a Clockwork headcannon I like. The whole borderline omnipresent thing causing some weird 'oh right that isn't normal yet/anymore' moments"

Nope. Just relatable post that now is part of my headcannons.

shout out to all other neurodivergent people who just keep finding out like clockwork that something you do or probably have done without thinking twice is what everyone else looks for as “creepy” or “suspicious” behavior