#danny: visuals

[privlou]

danny sue sylvester - tag dump

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU - If his parents are going to treat him like a punk, he might as well lean into it. 

Danny is getting seriously worn down by his parents constantly asking him to explain why he’s gone all the time and why his grades have slipped so far. I mean, sure, it took them months to notice, but now that they have, they’re alluding to the fact that he’s turned into some kind of punk and that he’s not taking life as seriously as he should be. This is what makes Danny kind of snap. 

He cuts his hair, gets Sam to pierce his ears in a few places (which sucked but was nice to catch up with her since Team Phantom didn’t get out much anymore), learns how to skateboard and gets Tuck to help him mask his identity on the internet as he begins online protesting the unethical treatment of ghosts. He makes picket signs that he leaves outside of Fentonworks and it takes days before his parents see them because they’re down in the lab. They go back up immediately after his parents take them down, and he begins tagging buildings with protest sayings and art all over amity park.

No matter how they ground him, the Drs Fenton are at a loss as to what to do to control Danny. Jazz says it’s not her place to interfere and is cheering her little brother on for being passionate about a new hobby. 

Danny’s honestly really vibing with the changes. He always understood why Sam wanted control over her own look, but he’s really leaning into the whole shebang. Ember and Johnny13 have never bonded over anything more than they have the punk transformation of their King. He’s really representing them fr fr- she taught him how to play the bass. 

With enough protests about the Anti-Ecto acts, the JL step in and begin their efforts to lobby change within the US government. Constantine is up to date on the new King being from Earth and thinks they might be able to weasel out a non-apocalyptic scenario if they reach out sooner than later. A letter gets sent through the infinite realms (No way in fuck was John going to try and summon a fucking King excuse you Bats)- Danny gets the letter and decides to let them sweat a bit, sending back his own letter that just says “K.” cause he’s learned that adults/authority figures all suck ass until proven otherwise. After a few days, a portal opens up in the middle of their meeting. 

Ghost King Phantom is rolling in on a skateboard, with the Ring of rage dangling from one of his ear piercings and ice crown floating above his head. He’s drinking an off brand smoothie, wearing a leather jacket that has medieval chainmail on it over his now distressed hazmat suit and his boots steel toed.

“...Sup. Y’all want to do something about this whole situation? I’m an all or nothing kind of guy.” Danny greets them. He means that he’s willing to be diligent in his efforts to disbar the Acts. It gets interpreted as him threatening to end the world, ofc, but that’s an issue he has to deal with later. 

“King Phantom we have been working daily to-” 

“Uh huh. Look, didn’t you guys have like a teenage group? I want to work with them, they’ll probably actually help me get shit done while you fuck around with paper work.” 

[spookberry]

Break my heart or bring it back to life

[mysticwastelandkitten]

"I'm Gonna Kill Santa Clause" music video thumbnail redraw with Ronin from Killer Chat >:)

Any Greg's out there? I showed 3 of my friends this art and they have no idea who Danny is 😭

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Tim gets deaged which usually wouldn't be too much of a problem considering he still has his adult mind in tact. No. The problem is that there was a child who was the same age as deaged Tim and who looks suspiciously just like him.

Oh. And they somehow got swapped.

Now Tim is stuck trying to figure out who and what Phantom is and what dimension his "lair" is in so he can escape. Tim briefly considered just talking to Phantom and explaining things (with some omissions obviously) but after seeing his eyes flash an eerily familiar green he had frozen. It didn't help that Phantom was doting and scarily overprotective of his children. Some robotic rogue with a flaming green mohawk had threatened to harm them while they were out in the stroller and Phantom took off his head with ruthless cruelty. Tim wasn't taking his chances with a bad reaction so he has more or less resigned himself to living life as a one year old along side his "twin" until he can escape.

Meanwhile Danny is getting more and more concerned that the personality of one of his kids has changed. He had been a happy and bubbly baby until he suddenly became quiet and withdrawn. Had his kid been traumatized somehow? He watches them sleep together in thier crib and wonders...

Meanwhile the bats are cooing over baby "Tim" and doing all sorts of baby activities appropriate for a one year old. The sheer amount of baby clothes everyone buys is ludicrous and I greater theres at least three Nightwing themed outfits in the pile. At least.

Damian becomes jealous of all the time people are spending with "Tim" (especially grayson) and bullys the baby for it all the while causing the baby to cry and Damian to be scolded, which only fuels his ire.

After a week of this the bats confront the person who made the device that deaged RR and found out that Tims mind should not have reverted back to a child, only his body. Damian feels victorious and claims his brother must have been faking the entire time and confront "Tim" about it...but "Tim" doesn't change his behavior. He still acts like a normal baby.

After a while of this they decide to run a dna test just to be sure. The DNA test comes back positive...on half. This shocks everyone. They run the test several more times and have to come to terms with the fact that not only is Tim out there somewhere in the body of a defenseless 1 year old baby, but they somehow got his (future?) son with them instead.

Damian has to come to terms with the fact his been bullying a litteral infant this entire time and the shame that comes with that. (It wasn't any better when you thought it was a baby Tim and Jason points that out) Damian does some self reflection and tries to make amends.

[charming-doodles]

Happy Holiday Truce @jackdaw-sprite !!! (And a happy new year~)

I kinda smushed two Lost Time prompts and was inspired by two posts you tagged as Lost Time for inspiration since I've never really written or drawn art exploring Danny and Clockwork's relationship before. (Hope that's ok xp) I hope you like it ><

Danny raced through the Zone, struggling to reach Clockwork's lair as ghost after ghost delayed him, picking a fight with what Danny's core quietly noted was motivated by desperation.

Desperate to what? Beat him to the ground?

No, that wasn't it.

His core hummed with... discomfort??? Unsatisfaction??? None of these ghost were giving him what he wanted.

What did he want?

Danny didn't know. Didn't have time to think as he blasted away one of his rouges, confusion bubbling when Pandora of all ghosts seemed to bow at her defeat. Although, it wasn't like she was putting much effort into their fight. She seemed only amused. A quiet acceptance lingering in her eyes as he slowly floated away from her.

"I understand I can't have you. Not with how your cores call for each other."

...what?

He didn't stick around for an answer. A desperate need like no other pulling him towards Clockwork. Idly, as he finally reached Clockwork's lair, a conversation he had with Clockwork resurfaced.

"Ugh, that's the third time this week that Skulkers broken his promise not to attack during school hours! And it's only Tuesday!" Clockwork simply smiled in amusement as Danny ranted about his day.

"But as I recall, you've successfully ended the fight before the Fentons showed up with minimal damage. You're improving. What is there to complain about?"

Danny snarled but pulled back, startled at his harsh reaction, hands slapping his mouth closed. Where did that come from?

"Sorry, it's just that..." He growled softly, flexing his hands into fists, "Lately these fights have been feeling so... UGH lame!"

"Lame?"

"Yeah! Lame." He huffed, looking away from Clockwork, knowing he was laughing at his childish insult.

"Poor thing." Danny's core bubbled at the insult. Clockwork raised his brow towards Danny, the ghostling's irritability easy to read with how little control he has in hiding his core's projections. "Is the lame fights to blame for your irritability or does the baby ghost need a bedtime?"

"BEDTIME?!" He stuttered at the offense, his core surged at the insult. He groaned. "Don't tell me you want to pick a fight, too! That's what everyone seems to want from me lately! At least you'll be a challenge."

Clockwork's eyes pierced right through his soul and Danny involuntarily shivered with fear.

"Perhaps tomorrow."

"Tsk- Perhaps tomorrow." Danny mocked. "Scared you'll lose?"

"No." He smiled a little, "I'd like to see their desperation as they fight for guardianship one last time. I let this go on long enough."

Guardianship. His core hummed with recognition. Expectation.

This was it. What was it? He wouldn't be alone anymore! Since when was he alone? He just had to prove himself! But why??

He entered Clockwork's lair with a grimace, irritated and tired from all the ghosts attacking him since their last conversation. Everyone understood what they were fighting for except him. Would Clockwork even explain himself after?

He didn't have much time left to think, when Clockwork swung at him. His core hummed with excitement, wild green eyes meeting calm, piercing red.

Game on.

[ace-s-fav-dp-posts]

You know what I've just realized while going down a bit of a rabbit hole about cat genetics? After reading a few of the fun Danny (and sometimes Dani and Dan) get turned into cats fics that are on here?

Dani and Danny probably wouldn't look terribly similar if they were cats.

If we go with the logic of Danny being XY male, and Dani being XX female of course but even then cat patterns don't tend to be identical even among identical twins.

Anyways this is about coloration, and how coloration is decided (in part) by sex when it comes to cats.

Basically Red and Black occupy the same slot on the X chromosome of a cat.

So male cats can only have Red or Black, in combination with white. The only cases of tri-color male cats tend to be some form of interesex most commonly of the Klienfelter's syndrome variety.

Female cats however can be tri-color because each X has a slot for a color, and color isn't specifically dominant or recessive with cats (though there is a dilution aspect which dictates if the color is darker or lighter). Instead while the cat is developing in the womb, each cell that will someday grow a hair follicle, picks which X chromosome gets to be active completely at random.

[Note that this is extremely simplified. I'm just trying to give you the basic rundown of how it works.]

So if we can assume that the only genetic difference between Danny and Dani is that one sex chromosome, and that their general genes are otherwise identical...

Dani would end up a tri-color, while Danny would actually end up some variation of a red and white cat. Not a black cat. As color is dictated by what's on the X chromosome, which he inherited from Maddie, who is a red-head.

So of Danny, Dani, and Jazz, Dani would be the only one to have any amount of black coloring as a cat. Danny and Jazz would both be some amount of red/orange, with varying amounts of white.

[2-dsimp]

When I read the fic where Danny is missing y/n who hasn't been online for a bit, the chapped lips line hits hard since my own lips gets chapped easily. I end up having to apply chapstick ever couple of hours.

Which made me think that Danny would totally start to wear the same flavored chapstick as his darling if he saw the brand and type in the background of one of their cosplay pictures, as a way to have a indirect "kiss" with y/n. Like, "so this is what her lips would taste like" type of vibe.

He would buy a bunch of them, maybe even a bottle of the perfume y/n likes to wear and spray it on a body pillow or something.

If his darling ever stopped posting regularly the Otaku would be going through a relapse. Trying to grasp straws at whatever can connect him to you. In any way possible whether it be cleansing himself with your products that you advertise on your platform. Or just impulsively re-watching every tiny bit of your content.

The Hitman Boss doesn’t like going outside but for you he’ll make an exception if only to covet the treasures you own. Ranging from your favorite plushies, to healthcare beauty products, and ect.

If Danny gets really desperate he’ll ask the Hacker for a favor. Having Yujin use his skills to install a hidden camera app feature on your phone. That enables him to tune into seeing your face whenever you use your device at anytime.

[fishyartist]

Combined Hyperfixations as per usual

[cellphoneradiotowerswhitetailln]

IOTA BETA MU

INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS MACHINES IS BEING USED

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IBM IOTA BETA MU INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS MACHINES IOTA BETA MU INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS MACHINES IBM IBM TAPE IS DOWNGRADE FLAT SCREENS FOR LOOKING AT DESKS AND STATIONS ARE IN YOUR BUILDINGS

WATCH ARROWHEAD STADIUM...

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[saphushia]

a week ago i didn't even know there was more than one robin

[nessatwene-art]

The DP style was the obvious one to try next

[sellyourshadownotyoursoul]

Halfa reproduction

Dp world building idea

Human souls do not make for very powerful ghosts. The worlds they live in are simply too far removed from the realms to be exposed to the right amounts of Ectoplasm, their lifespans too short to build up any sort of ecto signature that might let them live on after death. More often than not they do not form ghosts at all. Their deaths are the equivalent of a tiny displacement of air. Even the most liminal of people do not become much more than blobs, only the very core of their identity imprinted unto the Ectoplasm that clings to them; the vague notion of humanity, sometimes a particularly strong emotion, very rarely accompanied by an instinct to accomplish some goal. A distant echo of what might have been an Obsession.

It's a good thing, in most respects, because otherwise the realms would be absolutely flooded with them. They breed young and breed quickly, their sapience causing their timelines to split and intermingle near-constantly, exponentially increasing their number with every minute decision. Their lack of ectoplasmic aptitude is counterbalanced by their emotional intensity, their ability to cooperate and the fact that their multitudes allow every single facet of a problem to be examined simultaneously. Indeed if they did regularly show up in the realms it would no doubt be absolute carnage.

Thankfully, as numerous as they are, the worlds they inhabit are incredibly rare.

Humans are exclusively the denizens of what has been dubbed ‘congenital realms’, they are creatures of the cosmos that exists inside the core of a very particular species of ghost.

A halfa. The rarest type of ghost in existence and one that, by all accounts, can only be formed from the body of a human.

It's a strange survival strategy, even amongst the denizens of the infinite realms, akin to cloning or asexual reproduction in contrast to the twining of cores that is typical in the creation of neverborn.

At any one point a halfa might be incubating any number of its kind, keeping them safe until they are strong enough to enter the realms on their own or even just to let them live out their entire existence inside the core of their parent. That might be a factor in the species’ low numbers; the fact that they do not always show their face in the realms at all.

Clockwork has, throughout the eons, met more halfas than perhaps anyone else. The very first being he met upon his death had been what some might consider an ancestor to the modern halfa. A cat-like creature in the way a shadow might resemble anything in the dark. Its body sleek and cloaked in shadow, it guided the newly born concept of time into its core and kept him warm amongst the primordial waters of what might have been the very first earth.

In the now, Clockwork has even molded his appearance from that of a human. He finds the form pleasing to the eye, and the hands are practical. The variety of human presentation is a joy to cycle through. The Fear that such a shape strikes into the core of a ghost is quite pleasing as well.

The thing about halfas, in contrast to the beings in their core, is that they do make terrifyingly powerful ghosts. They are ghosts who are not held back by their obsessions; they are able to mold themselves, able to evolve and change and grow. They are not beholden to a single obsession, nor are they chained to one once it is formed.

They do not start out that way of course, not at all, they start out clumsy and starving in what is typically a very ectoplasm-poor environment, the atmosphere of the realms filtered through their parent and broken down into the building blocks of their world. But if they manage to survive and break through to the realms? There is no ceiling to their ability.

Most denizens of the realms are stagnant, they are frozen at the point of their creation in temperament and power.

Halfas are not.

The last, and perhaps most crucial, fact that is known of halfas is that they cannot be Ended. A halfa has died once and will never die again. They are as infinite as the realms and even if their cores are smashed or melted or eaten and digested - they will reform. It might be in pieces and it might be with wounds that never heal, but their existence cannot be wiped out.

Even for a world of immortal beings, such a fate is difficult to comprehend.

Most halfas choose to sleep, once they have existed for sufficiently long. They find a place they deem safe, somewhere they will be undisturbed, and they retreat into their cores, never to return. There has been much speculation on what this behaviour means, on what actually happens, when a halfa goes to sleep.

Even Clockwork doesn't know, but he likes the idea that they are living alongside their fellow humans, perhaps as gods. Or perhaps they let themselves be born over and over again, to experience life in a million different ways. No one knows.

Clockwork is the keeper of a small handful of such sleeping cores. Each of them was once a dear friend, their contributions to the history of the realms a thing of legends and their impact on Clockwork himself no less impressive. He keeps them in his personal chambers at the very top of his haunt, made comfortable on silk pillows with emotionally charged items scattered artfully around them.

It is impossible to describe the horror that grips him when he finds one of them injured. A deep-seated nausea pulsating throughout his current form, exacerbated the longer he stares at the little trickle of ectoplasm that rolls down over the bright red fabric. The shell of the core has cracked, like an egg hatching, like something is trying to get out.

[neganium]

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[beautifulbeetle]

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Danny Phantom Stimboard

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