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ITS FINALY DONE!

Once again more art for/inspired by @playedcrowd5610 ‘s fic adopticons

Usually I draw my stuff in a sitting or two so I don’t loose motivation but because of thanksgiving it’s all been spaced, so now I finally have some alone time during the day and it was a mad dash to get it done 😭 I’m not super happy with it, the formatting is a bit off and the words need to be bigger but by the time I realized that it was to late, oh well. Have fun zooming in to read y’all!

Now about the actual art, how did Soundwave get in you might ask? Danny had to drag him in as a boombox and he transformed once in front of Mr. Lancer. He went both because he cares about Danny AND a little bit out of spite to “prove” he’s better than Danny’s parents xD he does NOT like them, to say the least. If you’re also doing adopticon chapters in “untold story’s of the nemesis”, I officially offer this up for that cus I was cackling when I came up with the idea lmao

If you enjoy transformers and/or Danny phantom, I highly recommend you check out their fics on the crossover:)

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How would people like Vandal Savage and Ras Al Ghul react? Do you think the circle of immortals is small enough that they would notice Danny? I imagine that finding someone that can discuss ancient controversial topics or stories, with his level of knowledge and understanding would be at the very least interesting to them. Maybe even something along the lines of 'Back in my day (insert event that happened 3,000 years ago)...' as Danny nods along.

(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

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(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

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A former stray very happy to be inside

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theres a guy that keeps reblogging from me and and adding nothing

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suck, and i cannot stress this enough, my cock to the fucking base

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I am understimulated

I am going to make problems

fuck you tumblr I'm going to make that your problem

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Ghost king Danny gets summoned by Justice League Dark during finals week. It is the middle of the night, he has a physics exam in 16 hours and is bone tired and beyond done with everything and being summoned by a bunch of very powerful magic users who want to request assistance of the ghost king with some problem Danny didn't even KNOW existed 5 minutes ago is the straw that breaks the camel's back. And to his own mortification, he just starts ugly crying from all the stress.

The JLD are just as mortified when instead of the powerfull and regal king they were expecting to summon there is now a 18ish year old overworked and overburdened kid crying because they asked for his assistance. (The fact that the powerlevels coming off said kid indicate, that he is indeed the ghost king, and the ritual went just as intended, doesn't help.)

a complete 180 from “we need help” to all of their parental instincts going fucking haywire

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I bring bones lost in mischief for the Lady.

There used to be this headcanon/AU that Danny could tell the future when he had a concussion (far too often). Everyone at Casper High knew that the days when Danny came to school with blurry eyes and an aching head were fortune telling days.

One of the Bats runs into a civilian. They try to evacuate him, he doesn't look like he's doing too well, but he looks at them and offers an answer.

It's a strange thing. Usually the civilians are asking them the question in a disaster like this, not offering answers. But there is something... eerie about the way the boy looks at them all fuzzy-eyed that makes the Bat wary of dismissing the offer.

They ask something important. Something they're afraid of, or something they long for, or maybe just an answer they're struggling to find. He tells them the truth, looks at them, and nods while they stand dumbfounded, then wanders off before they can ask any follow up questions.

They don't notice he doesn't cast a shadow until afterwards.

I’m just imagining Oracle of Delphi style mist just starts pouring from his mouth as he answers their questions.

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Danny: In our defense... we were on a date when that crazy clown attacked us.

Red Hood: *visibly shaking with glee at the sight of Joker's dead body.*

Batman: *staring at the... there's steam coming off of thr body* What did you use.

Sam: I used the Fentom Anti-Creep Stick.

Tucker: Fenton wrist rays.

Danny: I threw my dad's cooking at him... that's what did it.

In the background, a small screeching glob could be heard as it attempted to make an escape.

Danny: That's supposed to be meatloaf.

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It started as a joke. Danny is starting to think it may no longer be a joke.

So.

Vlad dragged Danny along to a Wayne Gala, and Danny got bored.

Danny also noticed that the Wayne Manor had like, a lot of weird statues.

So he uh. He possessed one of them. Sort of? He really just hid in it intangibly.

Then he started whispering shit in ghost speak to some of the rich fancy guests. Guests that sort of understood the general gist of what he was saying, but appeared to have a bit of a gap.

They asked him weird shit about like, the meaning of time and how could they be sure they had enough in a city like Gotham.

So he tried to convey that he wasn't Clockwork, but he thought they were probably doing okay.

They started leaving really tasty food bits in front of his statue.

So he answered some more questions.

Four hours into the Gala and there's a few people actually praying to him.

Six hours in and half the guests are ready to riot if Bruce Wayne suggests they go home one more time.

Eight hours in and Danny is nervously sweating as he stares through the statues eyes and into the whiteouts of a very angry Batman's cowl, the party goers are being forcibly prevented from sacrificing the Joker to him courtesy of Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin (he'd mentioned at the beginning of this whole thing that he hated clowns and apparently the people had taken that to heart).

So.

Danny started a cult.

Oops.

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Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl Boss

dcxdp fic idea

Okay, so, one can make the argument that Danny Fenton is the first, and only, true Halfa. Vlad, got his powers from a lab accident- but it wasn't instantaneous; it could be said that he's dying slowly (he certainly seems to become more ghostly during the show-his obsession with Danny growing to levels equal of Skulker, for example).

Danni is a clone and not even a clone that was birthed. She literally came out of a chamber like that, thusly never having been truly alive she can't really be half dead.

And Dan is/was both Danny and a full ghost(having literally ripped out his humanity to merge with Vlad's ghost) so obviously he doesn't truly count either.

All that to say: being the "worlds greatest detectives" is great and all, but halfas aren't a thing. There's one teenager that 3 humans (Sam, Tucker, and Jazz), a clone copy of himself (Dani), full ghosts and Vlad know about. (Amity Park) Ghosts aren't really known to the world at large (CNN and every other news organization in the world would live there otherwise-not just one probably off-books gov agency) every pod cast and faith healer and cult would be in Amity if the knowledge of the portal to the afterlife being there was general knowledge. Hell if Batman knew about ghosts he'd camp there himself. Because the possibilities would be endless. Literal heaven/hell in someone's basement. End to religious wars (or the start of some) ability to solve cold cases, solve historical mysteries, find lost civilizations, etc-all in one town.

So, no one is going to think Danny's dead. No one's going to think Phantom is dead. Ghosts won't even cross their minds unless Danny, or someone else, brings it to their attention. And then there's no way they'd connect the two. Superman can pass as human and that's probably the only reason Batman would even consider him to be the reporter Clark Kent. You can have all the evidence for something you want but if you have never heard of something than the evidence is meaningless. If you've never heard of death, let alone murder, than even someone standing near a dead body with a bloody knife won't make you think they killed them. Death isn't a thing. Murder isn't a thing. The evidence, no matter how concrete doesn't factor in because there isn't a crime.

So, I want a Danny that's been in Gotham for like a decade, adopted by the Wayne's or not, and occasionally does his Phantom thing. But Phantom is just a meta and Danny is just some Guy. Then Okay, Phantom is a legit phantom and thusly a dead teenager. But Danny Fenton is now definitely just A Guy, that conspiracy board of Tim's with "BUT THE BUTTS MATCH!" gets thrown out because "obviously Fenton is alive they can't be the same guy."

And Danny uses this to his advantage. Because Obviously, you can't be both alive and dead at the same time. That's absurd. My parents wrote whole papers about it. Everyone has a doppelganger somewhere mine just happens to be a dead guy I guess. Why did we both come here from Amity? Idk dude, I got a scholarship to Gotham U. I know my parents hate Gotham cuz of Batman and were always raving about how they'd rip him apart "molecule by molecule" maybe he figured they wouldn't come here? Because Batman? Idk. Haven't really talked to him since he saved my class from Skulker.

Danny just gaslighting the shit out of them. And obviously they believe him because what? He's both a fully alive adult man and the spirit of a Dead Guy? What are you? Crazy?

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Public Relations

Dpxdc Prompt #33

Look, Danny likes Batman.

He lives in Gotham and he doesn't want to die (the rest of the way) so obviously he's a least a little fond of the man and his family. In fact, Danny was a vigilante at one point himself so he knows how much effort the Bat puts into keeping the city safe and has appreciation for him.

He would like the vigilante even more if he didn't have deal with the stupid excuses for every time something happens to the Waynes during their nightlife.

Because Danny, like a fool, took the job of Head of PR at Wayne Enterprises.

Before him, no one had been able to hold the position for more than two weeks without quitting. The only reason Danny's been doing it for a year is because he's a Fenton and Fenton don't quit!

Plus a combination of admiration, coffee, and spite.

After the 5th cover story he had to craft in his first week on the job he comes up with the working theory that Bruce Wayne just wants him to suffer. Maybe the man dug up his past and wants him to die the rest of the way, it honestly might be working.

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The kids of Casper high were going through a slight religion change. You see most kids in Casper high were fans of Phantom and the hero seemed to be spending time with alot of greek figures. Many people had seen him in the park with a tall Greek ghost woman called pandora, and if that was thee Pandora then phantom's dog, cujo, must be a hellhound. So if Phantoms was greek or a Greek spirit them maybe that could work for other people to.

It started during a football game and Dash saying a quick prayer to Ares for strength and Athena for strategy. That would work right? Or maybe Nikke? He didn't know but they won so I must have worked!

Then it was Star. Who was having trouble with a poetry project from Mr.Lancers English class. So a quick prayer to Apollo. And OMG look!! She got an A!

During a big thunder storm Kwan sent a prayer to Zeus for clear weather. Then it cleared! So it must have worked.

Mr.Lancer got wind of this, so when the teachers went out for a couple of drinks and a small party. He sent a small prayer to Dionysus for a good time. He woke up the next day with a huge hangover and a new girlfriend.

Walking down the hall Dash sent a prayer to Ares, then went after the 3 losers. After a quick fight he knocked Fenturd out clean.

Danny woke up later thinking He'd been slammed through building and cratered into concrete. How did DASH knock him out?!

Diana Prince, also known as Wonder Woman, was ecstatic! The Gods of Olympus were acting apon the world once again. But why were they so centered on a town called Amity Park?

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Sweet war

The Justice League was no stranger to summoning powerful entities, but as the glowing green portal ripped through the air in the Watchtower, there was an unspoken tension among them. They had expected a dark and ominous figure. Instead, a teenager with stark white hair, glowing green eyes, and regal black-and-green robes with a shimmering, ethereal crown atop his head floated before them.

Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, had arrived.

The moment he set foot—or rather, floated—on the Watchtower’s floor, he held out a gloved hand, his expression neutral but expectant.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he said. “I assume you called me for something important. Where’s my offering?”

John Constantine, ever the opportunist, smirked and stepped forward. With an exaggerated flourish, he reached into his coat and pulled out a cigarette before dramatically crushing it between his fingers. Then, placing a hand over his chest, he said, “How ‘bout my soul, mate?”

Danny turned to him, eyes narrowing slightly before his lips curled in distaste. “Ew. No one wants your broken, old soul, Constantine.”

The League collectively inhaled sharply. Superman coughed to cover a chuckle. Batman’s lips twitched ever so slightly. Zatanna stifled a snicker behind her gloved hand. Constantine, looking slightly offended, scoffed and took a drag of a new cigarette. “Well, can’t blame a bloke for tryin’.”

Wonder Woman, arms crossed, took a step forward. “Then tell us, Ghost King, what is it that you desire?”

Danny crossed his arms, looking at them all appraisingly. Then, with a small smirk, he said, “Honestly? I just want some good homemade sweets. Best you can find.”

Silence stretched between them as the request sank in. Then—

“I know just the thing,” Superman said immediately, a fond smile spreading across his face as he thought of Ma Kent’s famous homemade pies.

Batman hummed. “Alfred’s cookies.” His tone was decisive, as if it were an undeniable fact that they were superior.

Superman’s gaze sharpened. “You think your butler’s cookies can top my mom’s pies?”

Batman turned his head just enough to meet Superman’s challenge. “Yes.”

Danny, watching this unfold, raised a brow. “Wait—”

Flash grinned and clapped his hands together. “Oh-ho! This just got interesting.”

Wonder Woman smirked. “A contest of sweets, then?”

And just like that, the battle lines were drawn.

Superman wasted no time contacting his mother, explaining the situation with excitement in his voice. Meanwhile, Batman sent an encrypted message to Alfred, who replied with a simple: Understood. Commencing preparations.

Danny, who had just wanted some cookies or pie, now found himself at the center of an intergalactic baking war.

“Uh,” he started, watching as Superman and Batman prepared to bring their respective champions into the fray. “…This isn’t what I expected, but I’m not complaining.”

Constantine clapped him on the back. “Buckle up, kid. You just started the Bake-Off of the Century.”

And so, the great Bake War between Ma Kent and Alfred Pennyworth commenced, all for the favor of one very amused Ghost King.

Two days later, the Watchtower kitchen was in utter chaos.

Flash had somehow been appointed the official taste tester and was already on his fifth plate, buzzing with sugar-induced energy. Green Lantern had made a bet on Alfred and was wearing an apron that said Kiss the Cook, despite not actually doing any cooking.

Martian Manhunter was curiously sniffing a pecan pie, while Wonder Woman was critiquing Superman’s rolling technique. "Kal, you are treating that dough as if you were forging a sword. Relax. Let it breathe."

Batman, meanwhile, had an array of meticulously measured ingredients lined up in front of him. Alfred had given him explicit instructions, and Batman followed them with the precision of a man planning a high-stakes infiltration.

Danny was sprawled across a floating chair conjured from his own ectoplasmic energy, munching on a cookie from an early batch. “You guys do realize I could just declare both the winners, right?”

Superman shot him a look. “That’s not how this works.”

Batman nodded gravely. “There must be a victor.”

Danny snickered. "You guys are way too into this."

Constantine lit a cigarette and leaned against the counter, watching the madness unfold. “This might be the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Alfred and Ma Kent, meanwhile, were exchanging polite but intense glances, silently acknowledging each other as true culinary warriors.

The Ghost King had spoken. The battle for baked good supremacy would rage on.