#danny phantom hc

[home-of-renn]

The first time he’d met a fellow Ancient, he’d hid like a child.

Death had been a figure tall and foreboding and had cast a shadow longer than Nocturn was tall. A veil had covered his face, and he’d greeted Clockwork with familiarity and ease. Nocturn had been bitter with jealousy and was stung with bashfulness. Clockwork had beckoned him from his hiding place, but Nocturn did not comply. When the figure had left, Clockwork fashioned him a mask, pearly white and horned. And the next time a visitor came knocking, Nocturn did not hide.

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Inspired by @five-rivers Ao3 series Grandfather Clocks

[corinnetheanime]

While making up more lore for ghosts in my SoS story (just for fun), I’m waiting for more people to realize that Amorpho is technically older than the Slenderman mythos. By a few years.

So my SoS hc is that his antics may have inspired someone in-universe too. Wink wink nudge nudge

[kaezerdoodles]

Dan Phantom HCs I have that get progressively more Unhinged

(You may or may not agree- discussion and questions are welcomed. All pre- AGIT)

He’s has a FrostFire core- endothermic fire (fire that absorbed heat rather than emit it)

He still adores the stars and space (I mean think about it- with most human life gone the stars are so much more visible)

Dan IS Danny- Phantom absorbed Plasmius, gaining his powers but also the emotions that comprise him (as ghosts are emotion based beings). He is twisted, fucked up, evil Danny

He IS Refined Savagery- poise and almost regal at times but also fucking feral

That man is touch STARVED- please for the love of god, someone give him a hug

He growls behind his words- especially when he’s angry (like Megatron from Michael Bays’ Transformers) It adds to how inhuman he is

That mf purrs and you know it

His ears are emotive and sensitive, give them a good rub and he melts

He sings when he thinks he’s alone and I’m talkin he sounds like David Draiman singing The Sound of Silence (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have a beautiful singing voice with that baritone)

His forked tongue is long, thick and rough- more like a lizard than a snake

That mf is a sexual deviant- I don’t feel he’d go so far as to force himself on someone but I wouldn’t be surprised if he FUCKS

Dan is a cannibal- he eats other ghosts for sustenance. And I’m talking “ripping them apart” eating them (not vore- but I wouldn’t put it past him)

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

I'm bored and I have 2 am energy. Should I make a phylogenetic/taxonomic tree of ghosts/unborn from Danny Phantom? I was writing a reference on how liminals would work in a fic I'm writing and now my brain is buzzing.

I'll take suggestions on types of ghosts you think should be included because I'm not imaginative enough to create a whole entire Kingdom by myself lol. If I do make it I'll be putting it as a direct reblog from this post so you can follow to save you time hunting it down in all of the reblogs

[itsyaboighostie]

When you wanna make your first DP fic but don't know which stupid idea of yours to choose from, you go to Tumblr. So here's a series of potential fics I wanna make bc my mind is rotten and rotting. Be warned some of these ideas aren't so kid friendly.

Muon

In which the Ghost Portal wasn't just made to be a gateway between realms, but also a biologically engineered ghost trapper made from artificial ectoplasm. Meaning the portal was alive at some point till Danny happened. The Portal still works, of course, it's just that no one knows what happened to the trapper. Wonder where it could be 🤔.

Cookies to those who see the Ghost Busters reference here 😛

Oh Klahona

A story about one of Vlads master plans going a bit too far causing the permanent destruction of Dannys timeline, forcing said ghost to travel to another universe where he was never meant to be. This however is easier said than done obviously bc this boy isn't allowed to get a break, especially from me. Stuck thousands of years into the past of the Ghost Zone, Danny is frozen in time. Cursed to forever grieve his old family and remain conscious all throughout his punishment. The small Ghost eventually accepts his fate, becoming a legend told by the undead through whispers on how he came to be. Until a certain girl finds his resting place.

Ft Halfa Jazz, title inspired by Oh Klahona by Jack Stauber. More specific this line "Tears falling down at the party, saddest little baby in the room, fears, tell me fears, don't get me started, I get a little gray hair for every scare you share."

Winter Birds

Sister fic to Oh Klahona where Maddie, Vlad, and Jack get hit together while they're in college. Maddie and Jack are of course together while Vlad is a close friend. Brain Cookies decide it's high time they start a family together after years of protecting Amity from ghosts, however because of their half-dead status they're unable to conceive children of their own. Of course, this doesn't stop them from looking for a way, and with some research, and help from the Fruitloop, they discover the Ghost Zone adoption system. Things don't go to plan however when they find two children that look suspiciously like them frozen in time. (Description and finer details still a WIP)

Ft Fenton Family Bonding (Everyone is a Half Ghost Edition :D), Tiny Danny and Jazz, some questionable parenting choices, kicking dead ass as a family while causing property damage, and learning how to parent. Title from Winter Bird by Aurora (Sending many hearts to my fellow Sky Kids)

[arrowheadedbitch]

These have been sitting in my drafts ever since I lost my danny phantom hyperfixation

[wanologic]

yo danny fenton he was just 19

[suretkerim]

pretty flowers :)

[ikiprian]

Oh yeah! I really like the fanon idea of Obsessions, and how important indulgence in an Obsession is for a developing core. I also think it’s possible for One Big Emotion to become an Obsession— i.e. how Dark Danny went totally power-hungry, after the grief and powerlessness he felt post-Nasty Burger explosion.

Since Danny isn’t a full ghost (and also since he’s just a kid who wants to do good), he can’t afford to get Obsessed. He needs to maintain his humanity. So to make sure he doesn’t lose himself, he needs a strong emotion or motivation to pull on and ground himself in when tensions are high and it’s easy to make careless choices, like mid-fight. Here, he’s chosen fear. He so desperately wants to avoid becoming Dark Danny, and the fear he keeps drawing up works to make sure he’s self-reflecting, analyzing his own movements and morals and motivations to measure for objective goodness.

It’s not sustainable, of course :) Like this, Danny holds himself to an impossible standard of heroic perfection. It can only end in self-deprecation and low self-esteem, if not a total meltdown when he inevitably fails.

Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.

“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”

Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”

“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”

“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”

Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”

… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.

Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.

“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”

“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.

“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”

With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.

“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”

Tim sits up. “Seriously?”

Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”

“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”

“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.

“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, me too!”

happy wips wednesday!

[corkinavoid]

Thank you, @aceinacorner, for this gem:

You are the inspiration for

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 3]

[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]

Duke narrows his eyes.

He swears Tim was not in the Cave just five seconds ago, and yet, in the brief moment when Duke wasn't looking, he just materialized out of motherfucking aether. Smelling like Chinese food and holding a chicken skewer that looks so good that Duke's mouth waters.

"Can I have a piece?" He asks, the divine smell of food overriding the urge to ask 'where did you get it' or 'how did you get here'.

Tim nods, smiles, and hands Duke the whole skewer before going for the elevator.

Is it Duke's hallucination, or is he really humming something as he goes?.. Actually, that doesn't matter. The chicken tastes even better than it smells, and Duke is perfectly willing to keep his mouth shut in exchange for food.

You don't talk with your mouth full, after all.

~☆~

Cass watches Tim over the table. She hasn't heard him coming into the dinner room - no steps in the hall, no rustle of clothing or breathing. It's like the boy has somehow appeared right in front of the door out of nowhere before entering.

What's more, he seems obviously not hungry, picking at his food with an absent, if a bit dreamy, expression. Granted, Tim always picks at his food, but Cass can see the difference between 'Tim's mind is busy with a new case and therefore too distracted to eat' and 'Tim already had dinner elsewhere and is too full to eat now'.

The bags under his eyes are also not as dark as they usually are. Come to think of it, Cass hasn't seen him in a bad mood for a few weeks now, which shouldn't really be that strange, but it's Tim. The smallest of inconveniences can put him in a bad mood.

Tim notices her looking and raises an eyebrow.

Cass blinks and goes back to her plate. Whatever is keeping her brother happy, it deserves her full approval.

~☆~

Jason is... not so sure as to what is happening.

He did notice that Tim was really chill lately, but this is going a bit overboard.

"Did you spike it with arsenic, Replacement?" He asks, suspiciously looking the offered cup of coffee over without taking it. Tim - surprisingly, actually - doesn't react to the nickname in the slightest, instead giving Jason a deadpan look. Then, he brings the cup up to his mouth, takes a sip, and hands it back again.

Okay, well, that proves no arsenic, at least. It's still very weird. Tim doesn't just buy coffee for people, and he especially doesn't buy coffee for Jason.

"Am I going to owe you something for it, or what?" He asks, slowly reaching for the cup. Tim sighs.

"No. It's just a drink - my boyfriend loves it, and I think you'd like it as well," he explains with a shrug, and Jason is honestly too befuddled to ask about anything. Including the boyfriend part.

No, but since when does Timbers have a boyfriend? He sure hadn't mentioned anything about it to any of the others.

The drink turns out to be not coffee but something else, tangy and thick, and when Jason takes the lid off, it's green like Mountain Dew.

It does taste great, though, and later Jason considers asking Tim for another one. He hadn't had anything better in ages.

~☆~

Damian strikes through the last one of the training holograms, breathing heavily. And yet, just as the 'simulation complete' message pops up in the air, he hears a step behind him.

He turns around faster than a lightning, and-

Finds Timothy's neck at the tip of his katana, with his hands up in surrender.

"What are you doing here?" Damian sneers, lowering his weapon, and Tim swallows. Not because of surprise or fear, though, he clearly had some half chewed up food in his mouth.

"Inaccurate drop off," he says, looking Damian straight in the eyes, "I was aiming for the main floor."

He smells of Indian food and spices, and Damian almost sneezes.

"What do you mean 'aiming'?" He demands, but Drake just waves him off, heading towards the elevator up.

"No worries, I'll do better next time," he shoots a smile over his shoulder, "See you on patrol!" And with that, the elevator doors close after him, leaving Damian alone.

Drake has always been strange, but this is too much even for him.

Not that it's Damian's business. He huffs and starts the simulation over again.

~☆~

If Dick didn't witness it with his own two eyes, he would have never believed it. Alas, he did, and even though the swirling green vortex has already disappeared like it was never there, Tim, whom the strange portal just spat out on the floor of the Cave, is still here.

"What the fuck was that?" He nearly yells, and Tim looks up, a face of perfect innocence.

"What was what?" He returns the question, and Dick can't find the words to explain, so he just wildly gestures to the place where the portal has been less than five seconds ago. Tim blinks, "Oh, that. That was my date."

Dick chokes on his breath.

"Your date?" He parrots, hoarse and breathless, and Tim nods, like there's not a single thing wrong with anything that has just happened. "Since when do you go on dates? Wait, I thought you were engaged, you said it was cheating to date anyone else, even if you didn't know the spouse, you said-" he cuts himself off, feeling his own face slowly falling and his stomach sinking down in horror. "No. No, don't tell me."

But the shit-eating grin on Tim's face is already proof enough.

Dick clears his throat. Takes a deep breath.

Seeing that Tim is still in one piece, and, well, that he did just casually come out of a magic portal in the middle of the Cave, it's probably safe to say that it's not the first time.

And, judging by the mirth in Tim's grin, it's also safe to say he's been rather enjoying it.

Dick releases one long, loud breath and forces a smile on his face as well.

"So, how is it?" He asks, trying in vain to sound light-hearted, not suspicious. Tim's smile gets wider, and there's a glint of excitement in his eyes now, which Dick considers a good thing, all in all.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

~☆~

Bonus Scene (that somehow turned out longer than I planned)

~☆~

"Where's Tim?" Bruce asks when all the rest of his kids are already seated around the table for breakfast.

"At Danny's, probably," Steph shrugs before digging into the waffles on her plate. Bruce frowns.

"Danny's?" He asks. He hasn't heard that name before. Is that a friend of Tim's?

"Drake's paramour," Damian clarifies, not bothering to look up from his own food, and Bruce's mind comes to a screeching halt. He blinks stupidly, looking around the table and sincerely hoping it is some sort of a prank, but Cass smiles and nods, and Dick has an expression of pure exhaustion on his face, and Duke is huffing a snort of laughter at him for it.

"Since when-" Bruce starts, but he is suddenly cut off by a glowing circle that appears just a few feet away from them all.

It grows quickly, morphing into a vortex, a green and ominous tear in reality big enough for a person to walk through, hanging in the air a few inches over the ground. The space around it feels staticky somehow, and the color is too bright to look at directly, and it definitely doesn't belong to their dining room. But before Bruce is able to say another word or do anything at all, Tim steps out of it, his hair and clothes ruffled.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters upon seeing them all, and turns around, sticking his head into the vortex just as it starts to close. The vortex pauses.

Bruce is almost too stunned to move.

His kids don't share the sentiment, though, most of them not paying the portal any attention at all. Bruce would have reprimanded them for the poor awareness of their surroundings if he didn't notice how Damian simply glanced up at it before going back to his food.

They saw the portal. They just didn't deem it dangerous. For some reason.

Tim's face comes back out, and he turns to Bruce. His expression looks different than before: a bit smug, a little mischievous, and just a tad bit nervous.

Then, another head pops up through the surface of the portal. A boy - or at least they look like a boy - with snow white hair that floats in the air and bright, almost neon blue eyes. His skin is far too pale for him to be human, and- he has freckles that look like constellations.

For some reason, that's the part that makes Bruce finally resign to the fact that this is just how his life is. With breakfasts interrupted by green portals and otherworldly boyfriends - because who else might it be, really - before he even had his morning coffee.

"Hi!" Said otherworldly boyfriend grins and waves his hand. "I'm Danny, Tim's fiance," he introduces himself, and Bruce conjures the last scraps of his scattered mind to smile and nod back.

"Good morning, Danny. I'm Bruce." He has no idea what else to say; it seems like a bit late for shovel talk, but a bit early for welcoming speech.

"Would Young Master Danny care to join us for breakfast?" Alfred's calm, but still slightly amused voice comes from the door. Bruce turns to look at the butler with a sense of exasperation - is he really the last one to learn anything in this house? - but the man seems... well, not surprised, at least not on the surface. But his grip on the pitcher of orange juice is just a little too tense for him to have been in the know all along.

Danny turns to him and smiles nicely - his teeth are also way too sharp for a human - before shaking his head, "No, sorry, I was just dropping Tim off."

"For God's sake," Tim rolls his eyes, "Just put on some pants and come out, I refuse to suffer through this alone."

Dick chokes on his toast. Steph gasps, her eyes snapping between Tim and Danny in delight. Cass snorts and kicks her under the table. Damian groans.

"Spare me from the details of your personal life, Drake. Need I remind you that I am thirteen," he narrows his eyes.

The constellations on Danny's cheeks shine just a bit brighter, and Bruce has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but his guess is along the lines of embarrassment. Especially when the boy completes it with rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You mean to tell me that, at thirteen years old, you don't know what sex is?" Tim deadpans, running a hand through his hair in a useless effort to smooth it and taking his seat at the table. Dick's coughing fit comes back with renewed force.

"We didn't-" Danny starts, still kind of hovering midway through the portal, but Damian pays him little attention.

"I do. Yet, I prefer my mind free of the knowledge when it applies to you."

"I want all the details, though," Steph pipes up, looking at Danny from her seat, "Can you, like, sprout tentacles or something, because I know for a fact Tim likes that kind of-"

"Steph!" Tim yells at her, face red, and then turns to Danny, who suddenly has a very interested, if a bit mischievous, look on his face, "Don't you dare."

"Yeah, okay," Danny snorts and disappears back in the portal. Bruce half-expects it to close after him, but the vortex stays.

Which probably means the boy - the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, Eyes of the Universe - is going to be right back.

After he puts on some pants, supposedly.

Bruce watches Tim rub his face in frustration while Steph giggles and elbows him in the side, and sighs. This is so not how he expected this morning to be.

[demonic0angel]

DC X DP: the Flash family keep messing with time travel. Clockwork keeps making the Phantom family fix time related problems. These two facts mean that whenever a Phantom sees a Flash, they immediately start throwing hands.

Part 2

Part 3

Bart was crossing the living room quickly when Dani spotted him. In an instant, she transformed and flew across the room to tackle him with a shriek. They both landed on the floor and then they were wrestling like a pair of tantrum-throwing toddlers. Thankfully, neither of them was out to kill, but Cassie stared at them in exasperation.

"C'mon, you guys, again? It's only 8 AM."

Kon flew into the room, pausing at the sight of Dani and Bart fighting on the floor. He had Tim slung over his shoulder as he slowly drifted back to the ground.

"Uhh... are they fighting again?"

Cassie nodded, chewing on her breakfast.

Kon sighed, dumping Tim onto a chair. Tim was snoring and with him still sleeping, Cassie gently placed a piece of waffle into his open mouth with a smirk.

Kon shook his head as he put his hands on his hips. "Why are they always doing this?"

"Something about time travel, missions, and rivalry? And the speed force?" Cassie answered.

Tim sat up, chewed on the piece of waffle that Cassie had put into his mouth, and then mumbled, "It's because when the Flash family use their speed force powers, they mess with the timeline and the Phantoms have to go fix it. It's happened so often that now there's an attack-on-sight for any of the Flash family."

Kon blinked. The other two were still fighting and it seemed as though Dani was winning because she was choking Bart with her elbow.

Everyone ignored it.

"Wait, how do you know about it?" Kon asked.

Tim reached for Cassie's plate for a piece of egg. "Her brother keeps attacking Wally every time they see each other when they visit Dick."

[corinnetheanime]

A little more fun stuff from the world-building of SoS, where I do power-scaling because why not, I may or may not like that stuff when done right. Rank is relative, more or less based on how powerful a ghost is on both the quality, quantity and destructive/creative potential of their abilities/nature.

So here is the ghost ranking by the ASCC ([REDACTED] Spirit Classification Codex) and the GIW’s EPS (Ectoentity’s Power Scale):

E-Rank (or Scale 1):

Box Ghost (normal)

Ectopuses

Skulker (without suit/base form)

Penelope Spectra (weakened)

D-Rank (or Scales 2-5):

Amorpho

Box Lunch

Dani Phantom

Johnny 13/Shadow

Kitty

Klemper

Lydia

Skulker (with suit)

Sydney Poindexter

Technus (base form)

Vultures

C-Rank (or Scales 6-8):

Aragon (human form)

Bertrand

Danny Phantom

Dora (human form)

Ember McLain

Lunch Lady

Wulf

B-Rank (or Scales 9-12):

Aragon (dragon form)

Dora (dragon form)

Box Ghost (when powered up by Pandora’s Box)

Bullet

Desiree

Ghost Writer

Penelope Spectra (normal)

Technus (enhanced forms)

Youngblood

A-Rank (or Scales 13-19):

Behemoth

Fright Knight

Frostbite

Hotep-Ra

Observants (council)

Vlad Plasmius

Walker

S-Rank (or Scales 20-30):

Clockwork

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Dark Dan

Observants (High Tribunal)

Nocturn

The Ghost King

Vortex

Undergrowth

There are currently no ghosts in recorded human history higher than the Ghost King’s reading on [DATE REDACTED) at Ĺ̸̮̤͖̖̩̋̾̎͌́̕͝͝͝ͅę̴̨̲̖̱͚̤̜̪̜̲͔͓̥̼͍̌̈́́̇̽̽̒́̇͠v̵̢͉̖̗͈̺̰̰̈́̿̿͐͋͊̈͋̂͛̇̈̓͊̕͜͠͝e̸̢̢̡̧̖̤̫̟̙̗͔̹̔͂̋̆͊́̔̒̈̀̄͘͝͝͝l̵̨̢̖̣̖͎̱̰̔͆͛̇̀̆̾͌̔͝ ̶̪̥̥̹̅̋̈́̀͊3̷̡̥̝̼͎̜̔͋́͗͗̿̔̑̕͝ͅ0̷̤̪̺̳̠̠̭͈͖͖̈́̌̉͝–̴̢͔̅

System override by the D̸̛̞̜͐͊͐̇̌̈̀͑͋̉́͑̋̔͗̓͛̒̉̀̀̀̆̂̈̊̍́͒̈͛̕̚͝i̷̢̨̨͙͎͕̫̮̣̣̝̥͍̠͉̞͖̫͉̥͔̩̱̫͔̥̞̙̦̻̓͛̑̐̋̈͊͆̇͂̊́̒̿̀̏͆͆͊̇͌͐̋̀̚͜͝͝͝͝͠ŗ̶̨̧̺̩̮̤̗̻̬̯̳̞͉̌̋͛̊̿̈͂̓́͊̃͛̒̈́̒̀̄̓̇̋́͆̀͒̉̇́̕͘͠͝͝ȩ̷̡̡̨̛̩͚̗̙̪̲̮̼̰͍̹̖͙͚̮̬̭̬̞̥̘̫̝͎͉̳̦͖͔͈͕̦̼̫͔̜̯̩̩̼̝͇̞̍̂̋̽̏̋͛͊͐͋̅̔͊̀̏̈́͗͒̈́̇̓͑̓̅̂̈́͐̄͘̕͜͜͜͝͝c̵̡̢̢͔̫̝̹̯̭̯͓̻͔̬̼͈̖̼̖̬͙̤̗͇̗̱̦̈́͂̾͛̋̃͑́̊̄̈́́͜͜͠ͅͅͅt̶��̧̺͍̭͖̟̮̟̣͖͒̑̔ͅͅơ̸̧̢̡̢̛͔̤̦͖̳̹̤̝̟̤̲̞̗̖͖̝̮͔̜͇͔̩͚͎̥̠̟̤̙̯͓̩̖̳̖̒̌̓̐̂͊̈́͐̈́̾̈́̈́̿̇́͗̊̑̓̾̓͒͛̃̃̈͌͂͊̿̂́̄̀̄̒̆͊̕̕̕͠͠ͅͅr̸̡̧̢̰͈̹̗͓͖͚̠̹̤̩̯̙̜̩̣͕̟͙͖͐̇̏͛̈́̈́̒͒͑͊̊̌̒̏̑̽̆̌̓͗̈́͘͝ͅ’̸̹͖̯̟͍̩̲̪͖̯̭̐̈́̉̃̇̃͋̐̀͂̈͑̀̈́̌̈́̒̚ͅͅs̶̡̡̨̛̙͔͉̠͕̖͇̩͔̮͓̖̜͙͉̝͚̣̦̖͕͔̞̯̼̮̫͉͇̤̼͓̭̤̫̙̹͕̞̘̋̾̃̎̀̍̀̍̏̐̄͌̑͆̂̂͋͛͑̅͌͑́͗̅̅͐̈̓͆̉̀͘̕͜͠͠͝ protocol.

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E̷̮̣̐P̷̧̽̓̐S̵̥͈̾́̏ ̶̘͕̩̀̇͆R̷̦͇̓ȇ̶̝͈a̴̖͎̹̎d̵͓͊̅̐ͅi̸̺̲̜͂͝͝n̶͍͐́̅g̸̯͒s̶͙͕̀͒̓:̴͔̈̄ ̸̢̳̫̈̑̋I̸͈͐n̵̟͕̓̐́ͅc̴̡̳̾͋̅o̷͇̥̜͒̋n̶͖͇͂̚̚c̵̫̩̲͌l̴͂̕͜ụ̶̳͊s̵̬̾ī̷̭͚̾͝v̵̫̭̺̋̾̾e̴̜͋.̷͇̜̳̾̔ ̶͙͑̌͌ R̷̢̧̨̗͇̤͈͙͖̘͉̮̪̜͎̙̫̳͐̀͗̓͋̇͒́͑̈͊̽͝͝͝ͅḘ̵̢̥͖̳͙̮͇̑̔̋͜D̶̡̘̟̻̮̣̭̩̒́͌̆͂͛Ą̵̢̞̮̦̖̯̘̱̈́̏͐̀̈́͑͜��̢̦C̷̡̧̡̹͚̝̖͕̝̺̭̪̜̰̲͕̟̙̎͝ͅŢ̶̢̞̹͈̲͕̫̩̠̫̒̽̈́͐̅͗́̄̅Ē̴̢̨̧̹͚̠̥͚̬̪̙̗̯͈͇͕̲͆̊̍͝ͅͅD̵̛̛̯̖̺̯̥̲̋̓͋͛̃̈́̀̈̌͑͝]̶̡̡̨̬̝͈̰̱̙̙̜̙͖͉̅̊͆̋̅͆́̎̓̚ͅ ̵̣̾͋̀̇̒̔̃͆c̵̢̛̦͐͋͑̃̽̐̋́͘ l̸̲͉̖͖̭̖̽̿̄̀̎̉̇̇͐̚ơ̷̡̬͍͆̃͑̍̔͑͋c̵̳̩̬̺̀̂̒̇ḳ̸͊e̴͖̭̪̦̭̣̔͋̌̌̽͊̓̚͜͜d̴̛̼̪̜̹̯̔̈́̾͌̐͒̿̌ ̷͕̘͇̗̇͑͊̍͠ö̴̺̬̲̻̦̝͈̼́̋́̽̃͜ͅu̸̺̪̲̱̖͎̜̍̌̽̊̽̿͆͠t̵͕͑̇͐ ̷̦̯̰̥̂a̵͈̮̝͝t̴̢̛͎͈̘̀̍̏͆̌͂̍͝ ̶̡̻̠̠̞̲͇̘͑̑̅̂̀̾̕L̶̡̲̻͔͚̻̯͂̀̀͂̈̆͊̌̓͗e̸̢̖͍̬̥̬̐̈̀ͅv̶̖͔͙͙̺͋̀̈̈̔̄͑͌͘ͅe̵̼͎͔͍͒͂̑̈́l̴̢̬͉͈̉ ̶̛̼͕̱̟̹͉̋̔̈́̑̑̈́̕͜͝1̷̨̛͈͉̬̣̘͓̩̙̤̭̮͉̥̥̮̞̣͛͆͛̎̆͑̏̏̇̈́̅̉̉͗̾͛͆͂̀̉͗̄͒̅͌̓͘̚͜͠͝ͅ0̶̨͎͖̞̬͈͕̳̬̳̥͍͕̦̭̱͕̺͖̏̿͊́̉͝0̴̧̡̛̛̟̯̻͙̰̺̯̪̜̗̰̱͈̝͙̤̘̘̝͔̪̲̘̰͍͑̽̊̽͂̓̉̇́͆́̈͌̆̾͐͋̽̓͑͒̒̐̕͜͝͝͝͠+

S̶̡̨̨̪͓̼̱͍̯̱̠̘̥͖̳͉̏̅̇̉͒̌̈́̔͘͘͘͝S̵͖͕͍̆͌͒̈̒̌̈́̒̓̿̀̈͊̅̅̄̑͋͗̚̕͠+̷̨̡̛̜̗̙͈̱̻̪̜̱̥͙̻̝̘̖̖̩̫̍̄̂̒͒̓̿̏̎̃́̊̈́̕͘̚̚̚͜ͅͅ ̴̢̧̡͍͍̣̘͍̩̘̭̘͕͇̘̙̠̒́͋̄̾̊́͌̿̃̈̚ͅR̸̢̧̯̜̩̤̘͕͓̠͎̾͆̏̏́̂̒͒̔̋̔́̄͂̉̈́͘͝͝͠ạ̴̼̠̝̩̪̤͖̼̩͚̯͙͖̟͇̭̲̑̅͜͜ͅň̴̡̮̭̫͕͇̲̹̦͇̪̣̯̌̄͠ͅk̴̛̟̺͌͒̄̊̃̋̓͑͑̉̄̌͗̓̔͌̒̔̿͘͜͝͝:̷͇͉̹̳̙̟͇͋̎̈̈́͛̀̎͒̀̑̄̐̋̚͜͠ͅ R̸̢̨̢̞̳̠̹̤̯̹̪̜̙̖̼͔̭̳͍̭̳̹̞͔̍̎̽̑͋͊̓̏́̐̄́̈̑́̃̇͌̊͑̋̃̊̀͑͘̚̕͜͠͝͝ͅͅȨ̴̨̘̹̞̈́̅̀͆̄͂̓͒̈́̃̿̉̿̐̓͋̀̀͋̓̀͛͆́͗̊́͆̓͘̕͘͝͝͝Ḑ̵̢̛̻̣͈̥͚͉̼͓̖͇̞̲͍͍͉̹̦̱͎̤̙̼̮̓̂̉͂̓̓̊̈́̆͛͐͑̆̄̐͒͘͜A̸̡̧̨̡̧̙̱̥̘̥̮̹̘̜̮̘͇͈̖̩͖͚̗̥̞̼̪̣̻͕̣͚̳͂͋̑̉̀͐̀̀̽̔̂͛͐̓̃̿̏́̾̊̇͐̂͐̈́̍̄̐͌͂̍̀͘̕͜͜͠Ç̷̢̧̫̱͇̱̩̝̜͈̬̂̌͑̈́̽̏͆͒͊̈́́̎͊̑̍̈́̓͋̀̽͑͒̈́̕̕͘͠Ṭ̴̢͈̱͕̝͙̭̳̙̹̓̀͊̄́͋͂̊͛͊̆̾̽̈́̎̕͜͝ͅͅE̶̡͎̰̻͎̗̱̤̠̘̬̗̱̝͈̘͚̫͛̅̋̅͑͊̓͌̐̈́̽͌̔̇͂̇̋͝͝Ḑ̶̡̜̮͙̬̯͔͙̗͕͔͎̜̺̖̠͖͔̠̻̠̰̹̩̞̣̼̰̰͍́̓͂̃̓̉̑͑̏̅̈̓̈͂̈́̏̐̍͘͠͝

[kaezerdoodles]

Wholesome Dan Phantom HCs

(You may or may not agree- questions and discussions are welcomed. These are post-AGIT)

Dan likes Star Wars- mainly to be different from Danny but also because of the themes of Dark and Light (His fav characters are probably Darth Maul, Count Dooku, Anakin/Vader and maybe even Kylo Ren- Def Anakin and Maul tho)

He adores being Dani’s “older brother” and loves Dani and Jazz dearly. It’d take him a while but I feel he’d warm up to Danny too

When he wants to he can be very intelligent and has a knack for engineering- specifically aerospace- and physics- especially Astrophysics

Dan listens to Metal (I’m talking FFDP and Bad Omens) mainly but also Hard Rock, Punk Rock, Rap Rock and Industrial Metal but his secret pleasure is new age orchestral- like Audiomachine and Two Steps From Hell (and maybe some pop- you can’t tell me he wouldn’t vibe with Lady Gaga)

He cusses- Vlad hates it. So he does it more

Dan picks up playing guitar- specifically electric or bass guitar. And maybe the piano but like hell would he let anyone know about it

He watches Bluey with Dani- it’s healing for the both of them

[kaezerdoodles]

Okay but hold on! I have a theory about why Clockwork kept Dan around! Hear me out!

So Reign Storm happens before The Ultimate Enemy- right? And Pariah is not FULLY defeated, just locked away again. He’s still a threat- a very POWERFUL threat that Danny BARELY “defeated” even with the suit boosting his powers- and EVEN THEN Vlad was the one that helped fully close the coffin.

Right? Stay with me-

Clockwork kept Dan around because he knew Dan would be needed later. (I know he was supposed to return for the series finale and whatever but that’s down the drain.) I think Clockwork kept Dan, knowing agit would happen and banked on things going the way it did so Dan would be set on the path of redemption- why?

Dan is meant to be the next Ghost King.

He’s extremely powerful- he has a good chance at fighting Pariah and winning. And if it’s when he’s redeemed he’ll be a powerful and fair king.

You guys ever think about how Clockwork could've prevented Dan's existence as a whole but he just.

Didn't do that for some reason.

Like don't get me wrong I'm so glad we have Dan and am even more glad about it after AGIT but like.

He could have.

Yet he didn't.

I get that he wanted to SHOW Danny the consequences of his actions but he's the embodiment of time for crying outloud-

The way Clockwork operates is such a mystery to me tbh

And the fact that there isn't much canon content available of him doesn't help either DCJVKVKBFHVJ-

He knows everything and he gets to play with that fact

That is quite terrifying if I do say so myself-

[nanenna]

This Stream of Consciousness Could've Been an Epiphany

More Sleepy King AU HERE

Can you guess what days of the week I usually have off LOL

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Danny isn’t entirely sure what’s going on. He feels like he should be more worried about that, mostly because of how weird Dad had been acting all morning. He’d been so… quiet. Calm, quiet, soft, gentle. Not that Dad wasn’t always gentle. Sure, his hugs and back slaps could pack a punch, but Dad knew he was big and strong and tried hard not to do anything too hard. Danny’d seen what Dad’d done to walls, the way he hugged was downright delicate in comparison. And Danny was a lot tougher now, he could take Dad’s bone crushing hugs easily. So yeah, gentle for Dad was usually still too much for normal people.

But Dad was also usually excited, loudly excited! He was being really quiet today, and it was kind of weird.

Maybe Danny should be a bit more worried about being lost?

But surely if he should be worried Dad would tell him so. Dad knew now, had for a few weeks. In that time alone he and Mom had set about reinforcing the portal so no one could get through without permission. Danny had even taken them on a couple trips into the ‘Zone to introduce them to friendly ghosts. It was embarrassing to introduce them to Frostbite, but also kinda necessary so he’d sucked it up and done it. So Dad knew that Danny has powers, knew just how strong he was. If Dad were worried he’d want Danny to know so he could help.

But still, Dad was acting weird. Nervous. Danny couldn’t figure out why. If he didn’t trust these strangers they were just hanging out with he wouldn’t have left Danny alone with them, right? Then again maybe he felt it was safest to not talk to Jazz in front of them. To keep Danny safe from ghost hunters they’d all agreed it was best to keep it secret, so if Dad and Jazz were talking about him as Phantom it made sense he’d want to step away.

Danny nibbled on his poptart, still trying to puzzle through it. He looked around at the strangers and well… he knew some of them at least. Dad had called the dark one Batman, everyone knew who Batman was. He remembered his parents debating whether he was a ghost or a cryptid, a huge debate that they couldn’t come to a conclusion on. Unlike Santa, that one could crop up at any time. Unlike Santa, this one wasn’t so divisive, guess his parents were less invested or something.

So the woman next to him… looked a lot like Pandora wearing a human disguise. She looked at him and smiled, then reached forward and nudged his mug. “Drink it while it’s hot,” she said warmly.

Yeah, she sounded a lot like Pandora too, something about the way neither were actually speaking English. Danny nodded and picked up his drink, if Pandora and Dad thought they were okay, if they both trusted Batman and the other people dressed weirdly then Danny would too. Even if they smelled like ozone and lab cleaning solvent.

The smell kept getting stronger too, there was a pressure in the room. It had stopped suddenly when Jazz called, but it was picking up again. It was weird, like being in a bubble getting dropped in the ocean. At this rate his ears would pop, or the whole room would implode like that one sub going to visit the Titanic. Kinda ironic, waaaaaaay more people have died exploring the bottom of the ocean than space. Technically, no human has ever died in space, the closest was the Challenger disaster and they didn’t make it to space before the explosion. That was so sad. But it was still pretty amazing no one had died going to the moon, not even Apollo 13! No one had even died in the Justice League, so far as Danny’s heard. Not even a cop-out “technically died in space” while actually fighting bad guys on an alien planet technicality.

“Jazz was just checking in on us, I told her we’ll see her at dinner tonight.” Dad sat down next to Danny, peeking over at whatever Batman was working on as he did so.

Danny nodded and hummed in agreement. That was good, it seemed Dad thought they’d be home by dinner despite being lost right now. That was good.

It was weird though, he hadn’t called her “Jazzypants” like normal. In fact, Dad hadn’t pulled out a single nickname, not even “Danno.” So was Dad worried about them being lost or not? Danny couldn’t figure it out.

The pressure was building again, Danny yawned, trying to make his ears pop. It didn’t help. It hadn’t the last two times either. Or was it three?

Dad nudged the plate with his poptarts on it, Danny picked up his half eaten rectangle and started nibbling again. Chocolate wasn’t his favorite flavor, he kinda wondered what happened to the strawberry from before. It would go nicely with the hot chocolate, a nice contrast of flavors. There was just something about artificial strawberry flavoring that Danny really liked.

Danny slumped over, his body leaning against Dad. He still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, if he should be worried or not, but Dad was there so everything was going to be okay.

Kinda wished Mom was there instead though. He had no doubt she could easily kick Batman’s butt if he did need to be worried though. But Pandora was there, even if it was a new human disguise he’d never seen before, so that was just as good. Pandora liked him, she wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

The pressure suddenly stopped again. Danny yawned, his ears still didn’t pop. It was so annoying.

“Oh my god,” the guy with a metal bucket on his head hissed, “it’s a god egg!”

[diabolichare]

Is this courtship?

Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.

Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.

Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).

Meanwhile, Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.