#ectoplasm

[corinnetheanime]

And it’s here, the artwork for Ecto-Implosion 2024!! Had the chance to work with @akela-nakamura for the story, super excited to share it with everyone! Thanks for another amazing EI!

The plot for this is so good :D

Link to Ao3 story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60595495/chapters/154713706

Artwork title: Planctus Pro Icari (Lament for Icarus)

Happy Ecto-Implosion, everyone!

[wallycet]

[weirdlookindog]

Incomplete materialization of the spirit of a nun photographed by the medium Castelwitch in a séance in Lisbon, Portugal, 1918

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Smell of Home

Damian had noticed the new student in his school.

Not because he was new or how he looked

no, not any of the usual reasons someone would grab peoples attention.

Weirdly enough it was his scent, which was really weird. He usually didn't take notice of how people smell besides the usual just like anyone else.

But something about the smell that seemed to emanate from this new student who he had learned his name was Danny Fenton, just would not leave his mind.

He knew the smell but couldn't remember from where and it was just at the tip of his tongue, it was driving him crazy.

His family seemed to notice him become more irritable from usual.

But not around Fenton, he seemed to unconsciously calm down in his presence, which just made him suspicious and more irritated.

It wasn't until he woke up from a dream of memories from when he was little and still living with his mom that he realized what he was smelling.

The Lazarus Pits.

He grew up with that smell, it used to hang around the entire area and buildings.

He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had smelled it

He unconsciously related it to the smell of his childhood home.

But why would this random boy give off that very same odor?

Some investigating needed to be done.

~

Danny had noticed one of his classmates a boy he learned was called Damian seemed to act ...odd?

But only around him it seemed

With everyone else he was normal if a bit cold.

He would seem to relax an then suddenly tense up and send him a suspicious glare.

Also he was pretty sure that the boy seemed to be sniffing him?

Did he smell bad or something?

Why was he the only one who he seemed to act weird with.

Oh God, maybe he thought the smell of ecto was weird?

But that's not something he could control and most people never even seemed to notice the smell of ecto he produced since he became a halfa.

~

Damian glaring at Danny every time he realizes he's relaxed

Danny: "What did I do!?"

~

Batfam notices Damian being extra grouchy :" Ah, he's going through his rebellious phase"

~

Danny: "Did you just sniff mE!"

Damian: *scoff* "Don't be absurd"

~

Damian stealing Danny's clothes to analyze

Danny: " Who keeps taking my stuff?!"

Batfam: "Damian we know you're growing and experiencing new things, but stealing the things especially clothes from your crush is crossing boundaries"

Damian: "This is a misunderstanding, I don't have a crush on anyone!"

Bruce: "Son I think it's time I give you 'The Talk TM', I have an entire slideshow and docume-"

Damian: "This family is a nightmare!"

~

Just an Idea

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake had a lot of free time.

In between the time little Timmy was deemed old enough to not need a nanny and his ninth birthday when he got his first film camera, Tim Drake had so much time after school to explore his big, empty house. And so he did, hours upon hours were spent exploring his house.

Mansion, Tim corrects himself. His house isn’t a house. It’s an abandoned mausoleum disguised as a mansion. He intimately knows every creak of the floorboards in the out of the way galleries, every heavy weight curtain shut closed so what little sun that makes it way through Gotham’s gloom is reflected in order to protect the artifacts stored within the walls. Tim probably knows the exact amount of fleur-de-lys on the fourth sitting room’s wall paper- by extrapolation from preexisting data and personal data collection. Basically, he laid on the floor and counted.

Tim had a lot of time. He also had a lot of artifacts to pore over, making stories as he goes and double checking the actual history of the object.

Tim thinks he’s an artifact, almost. To his parents, at least. A child, a thing, they collected at one point in their lives and put on display at the galas they deem worthy to return to Gotham for. Perhaps he’s worth even less, had his parents bothered to look at him more than the lesser art pieces in their storage-mansion. The story everyone knows about him is prerecorded by people who weren’t really there.

Regardless, Tim Drake knows every single corner of his prison mansion. He’s catalogued everything, after all, on a nice spreadsheet. 

And that’s why, as he entered the fifth- and least used- guest bedroom, Tim’s attention immediately cut to the wrong bit of detail. Eyes flickering between the indent on the bed, the mussed- but not terribly dirty- state of the sheets, Tim slowly backed towards the door. His eyes fixed on the spot on the bed, he called out a soft “hello?”

He immediately cringed. He’s not an amateur, and that little “hello” was a mistake that might get him killed.

Tim trembled as the panic set in, tears pooling at his eyes. He wished Batman and Robin were here, they’d know how to-

There’s something appearing on the bed. Tim Drake stares as a glowing figure with white, wispy hair and a black hazmat suit appeared sitting cross crossed on the guest bed. His gloved hands were held out in the universal I-mean-no-harm gesture.

“Don’t- don’t panic!” The thing said, looking rather panicked itself. “I’m, uh, Phantom.”

Tim Drake’s curiosity and mystery-solving mindset slammed down on the toddler’s mind, quickly banishing the fear and panick in favor of interrogating this new, exciting thing.

“I’m Tim. Are you…” Tim frowns, wishing he had Batman’s intimidating growl. “A ghost?”

“Got it in one, kiddo. I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything! I just wanted to rest.”

Tim blinked. He decided right then and there that he likes this person. This… Phantom. If his trust was based on the fact that the loneliness was worse than a dead person, no, it wasn’t.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead..?”

——

Danny stared at the child in front of him, watching the kid- Tim- pout at something. Danny is distracted from the staples holding his ghostly guts from falling out of his non-consensual vivisection when the kid asks him if he’s a ghost.

“Got it in one, kiddo!” Oo, he should tone down the energy. Danny’s too tired right now to maintain that level when speaking to Tim. Now, gotta reassure the kid he means no harm before he reports Danny’s presence to whatever authorities around.

His parents, at best. The cops, at worst.

“I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything!” He could tell he landed in some richie rich mansion by the opulent decorations in a seemingly impersonal room alone. “I just wanted to rest.”

Ancients, that had been more honest than he’d wanted. He really was out of it.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead?”

Danny snorted.

“Yeah, but you can almost never have enough sleep, you know?”

The toddler looks unsure but nods anyways.

“Listen, would you… not tell anyone that I’m here? I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.

Tim looks like a smart kid. There’s no way he’d fall for-

“Okay.” He fell for it. Danny blinked, stupefied. “My parents won’t be home for a while.”

“What.”

Tim shrugged. “You can stay. The housekeeper is only around a couple of days.”

“You… are you supposed to tell me that?”

Tim sent him a derisive look, clearly bolder now that Danny made no moves to hurt him.

On his cherubic but skinny face, the effect is both adorable and absolutely devastating.

“You’re hurt.” Tim fidgeted with his hands. “I can… I can get you water…?”

His core purred.

“Please. Thanks… Tim?”

The kid beamed at him and left.

Crap. New fraid member it is.

——

Danny, naive: “Surely him trusting strangers is just a one time thing, he’s so well behaved”

Tim, staring Danny in the eyes as he jumps out of the window to go stalk his vigilantes: “I’m gonna go take a walk in Crime Alley”

——

Tim gets Danny water, but it’s tap water from Gotham and is infected with both an ungodly amount of toxins (that doesn’t affect either of them bc one’s dead and the other had been chugging it since they were a baby- Gothamites get bottled water or from Wayne Foundation’s Clean Water Stations) and also like trace amounts of ectoplasm.

Danny: woah this is so healthy water!

Tim, pleased because Danny ruffled his hair: yes, I’m perfect

The rest of Gotham, if they knew: making warding sigils against these two eldritch gods

——

Basically, Danny gets attached and stays mostly because of said attachment but also Danny could see Tim’s budding world dictator tendencies and went yeah gotta curb that

[thinkingimages]

Polish psychic Stanislawa P. produces ectoplasm at Munich in the presence of Schrenck-Notzing ; in 1930 Osty accused her of systematic deception. Date 1 July 1913

[grimdarling69]

Another de aged Dan and Ellie story or otherwise known as Crack

Pt 1 Pt2

If only Clark hadn't been busy tracking Luthor, he would have been able to save his nephew, his sons best friend.

Once again, Lex Luthor has sabotaged him. He didn't even need kryptonite to do it this time. After Lexs mental breakdown, he had apparently gone off the grid, and unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to hear anything from him. According to the snippets from Lexs staff he had apparently refused to answer to his name, started to hate it, and called his board a " bunch of idiotic bimbos who only appear to work so they could buy expensive cars and whores".

It's definitely a mental breakdown or a possession. Lex doing something to damage his image? Unheard of. Possession didn't seem likely. What kind of person posseses a ceo just to insult his board and completely change their personality? They'd be immediately noticed.

He had been investigating Lex's disappearance for the past month and a half and had only succeeded in not being around to stop his nephew from committing suicide.

Bruce had called out for him, but being halfway across the world he couldn't make it in time, and consequently Damian made it over the bridge and he had been searching for his body for the past 3 hours and he still couldn't find him.

He had never seen Dick so shaken before. Jason had barely been able to stop him from following his brother over the bridge. After he arrived on the scene, Jason started to take his brother home.

"Find his body." He had told him before turning and wrangling Dick onto his own bike

"Stop, Jay. I have to find him. Please... Uncle Clark, please. You have to bring him home. I have to... " He could hear Dick plead with them the whole way back to the cave.

He could only bring their bikes home.

They had now all retired to the cave. He was ignoring Alfred calling Steph and Cass in the other room. Ignoring their desperate denials and begging to be told it was just a cruel prank. Ignoring Dick's full body sobs into Jason's arms, shaking them both. Ignoring Bruce's absent look and ignoring how similar Bruce and Jason's grief was.

Tim, luckily, hadn't broken his leg like what they originally had thought, only popped his knee out at such an angle it looked like it. Alfred had already reset it and listed his usual recovery despite Tim not even pretending to listen to it this time. Duke had already helped him upstairs, eyes red and swollen.

Finally the the tense silence came to an end.

"Did you find anything?" Bruce, one of his oldest and closest friends, asked, his voice calm and steady, his heart unwavering as ever but he knew better.

"I'm sorry."

"Search again."

Just as he was about to fly out again, the elevator opened.

"I found this in Damian's room." Tim hurriedly spoke he was already rushing past him on his crutches to the evidence processing, not even explaining what "this" even is.

"Tim. Explain." Bruce rushing and limped past him following quickly.

Like father, like son.

"What is it?" He turned to look at Dick, he had tear stains but his eyes were dryer his mouth was set in a firm line but he was leaning heavily on his younger brother.

"Tim found something." He responded quietly, and he continued on following his friend.

They sat silently together while Tim and Bruce worked together without speaking like a well-oiled machine firm in it's objective.

He'd say Jason was as still as a corpse with his eyes glazed over unseeing, but that observation was far from appropriate,considering everything.

99% Match found. Partial fingerprints detected unknown. The computer had finally accounted after 15 minutes of silence.

He and Jason waited for Bruce and Tim to tell them instead of jumping like Dick did to get the first look. He doubted Jason could get up, Jason was strong so strong, but he was still so young.

They all were.

Especially Damian, despite all his headstrong confidence and borderline arrogance, he will still only fourteen.

Only fourteen years old and dead by suicide.

He still needed to tell Jon he was buying time by the well-timed expedition of him and Kon already off planet and galaxy on whatever Kon called "brotherly bonding with a little bit of interplanetary fighting and toppling monarchies splashed in and maybe we'll catch a movie on the way home" they had joined some green lanterns to help rescue some new green lanterns who got in between a revolution on accident. He remembers researching for days before letting Jon go, but even just the name of the planet now escapes him.

It all seemed so trivial now.

He had seen what became of Dick and Bruce when Jason had died when Dick had been off-planet, and Bruce hadn't reached out to tell him. He just hoped Jon could forgive him.

"Clark. Where is Lex Luthor." Bruce demanded turning to finally look him in the eyes.

"I'm not sure. Lex went underground a month and half ago. Why? What does he have to do with this?" Clark asked carefully. He had to be careful not to set Bruce off.

" AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME? Bruce's voice rose exponentially.

Too late, he couldn't help but think.

"His fingerprints are all over this goddamn envelope. Whatever was inside made Damian kill himself, and you're asking what does it matter!"

"How do we know?" Dick spoke softly, his eyes still glued to the results.

Everybody turned at the same time. Jason's head snapping so fast he winced.

"Know... Know what?" Tim asks him just as softly.

" How do we know Damian is.. is dead?" He spoke again, looking up to glance at them all.

" I know Damian. He's my.. my...He wouldn't just kill himself. He couldn't have. He showed no signs of ever even contemplating it. Not even... Damian would have told me.. Would have trusted me to help him. Lex must have taken him or.. or somehow lured him away." Dick spoke hurriedly or desperate but still completely convinced.

"Chum.."

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed standing up and kicking his chair sending into the wall hard enough to crack the plastic. His hands shook like they were itching to wrap around someone's throat. They twitched and he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes were greener than ever and glowed so strong there seemed to be a small headlight in front of him almost.

"He could be out there being tortured or worse! And we are just sitting here twiddling our thumbs like FUCKING BABIES!" His voice grew louder and louder until he was screaming into their faces.

"Jaylad-" Bruce started just by hearing that name he knew whatever Bruce was going to say was going to be the complete wrong thing.

"We are going to find him. No matter what it takes. I never gave up on Bruce, and i can't give up in my baby brother either." Tim spoke up, his voice unwavering his heartbeat never stuttering, not even once.

He risked a glance at Bruce. His old friends face was softer, looking at his sons, but his frown was determined, and he tilted his head in the way he always did when he wasn't going to give up.

They were going to bring him home. They just had too.

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Crack

Boy, was Damian glad about this storm. He quickly realized that he couldn't use more than one of his powers at one time. He was able to make it to the coordinates of the apparent luxurious island Vlad was hiding out on.

He was expecting actual underground, not just some shell company bought island decked in lead and man-made waterfall galore.

He was absolutely soaking wet and shivering by the time he crashed onto the island. The storm just kept on thundering down on him, plastering his clothes and hair to his face in clumps. He better not get sick from this.

Cold fog escaped his throat, and he shivered even more.

"Daniel! Is that really you?" Lex fucking Luthor called out after he'd been laying exhausted and chilled to the bone in the grimy muddy sand for a few minutes.

"Hey, fruitloop." Was the first and last thing that he said before promptly passing out.

[goddessofbees]

Hello this year I participated in Invisobang! I got paired a little late with an awesome writer! @contraryphantom and two cool artists @moonys-art @ghozteevee, I'll link the other artists!

These are the drawings I've done for the fic!

[ovytia-art]

This one was really fun to do! He is so shaped… and I also got to experiment with the textures!

For @green-with-envy-phandom-event, lines by @echo-does-art

[funeral]

Ectoplasm of Silver Belle, the spirit guide of Ethel Post-Parrish

Dr. Melvyn Willin, Ghosts Caught on Film: Photographs of the Paranormal

[plasteredbatz]

Danny’s eyes have got to be one of my favorite things to draw 💚

[eggieeggman]

DannyMay part two!

A wanted sign is nailed to the wall in Amity Park. When will they stop using that dumb name?

Tweaked the prompt a little. You'd cry too if you were stuck at 14 forever.

A new color enters the chat. Danny fights tirelessly against mind control.

Style challenge! My glass-eye babydoll style is one I usually reserve for fashion design but it felt fittingly creepy to use it for Danny's weezer blues. (Whaaat? This one isn't black and white!? Wild.)

Hungry baby Ellie! Don't mind the little Batman in the corner; I think I might write an accompanying fic for this one someday.

A resting place for Danny. Ghostly fires stay lit for all eternity in the Ghost King's Mausoleum.

10 days down, 21 to go! This is very very fun

[class1akids]

UA teachers by mangakashibou

[cactuschewinggum]

Tastes like ☆🅱️attery acid and vanilla ☆

This honestly started as a glass practice and here we are...

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Ecto-Cream

You know how a lot of people use Vix-Vaporub a lot and just slather it on everywhere when you are sick or hurt, to the point it kinda became a meme?

Oh, you have anxiety? Here put on some Vix-Vaporub!

You broke a bone? Have some Vix-Vaporub!

Have stage 4 cancer? Vix-vaporub!

That!, but what if it was ecto?

The Fenton's invented it and it actually works! A little too well to be honest.

The memes? To Amity Parker's, not memes totally legit.

Suddenly they have the cure for everything with just this 'simple' cream

Now imagine Danny goes to Gotham for University or an internship, and the people around just witnessed him getting Jocker Gassed, totally freaking out right?

and Danny?

He just casually takes out this bright somehow green glowing cream from his pocket and starts rubbing it on his nose and chest, and is somehow fine!?

What the hell?!

~

Just an Idea

[playedcrowd5610]

Playedcrowd5610's Complete Guide to Danny Phantom Ghosts - Part 1: Ghost Levels/Types of Ghosts.

Disclaimer: This is how I write my ghosts. Most of these are based on headcanons that I have picked up on my own from watching the show, as well as real-world mythology and stories. They are based on my interpretation of how things work in this universe and are meant to help people better understand my writing and the way I do things.

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The ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe are made up of three types: Echos, Soul Eaters, and Ecto entities. I will be going over each one, why they exist, what they look like, what the examples are, and what their abilities are.

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Echos:

Echos are what would be called a level 1 ghost in the Danny Phantom world. They are a person that has died and become ghosts but don't have enough ectoplasm or energy to form a body. So they are merely a soul that is floating around in the air that no one without special abilities can see.

This type of ghost has the most real-world implications and is not the type of ghost shown throughout the Danny Phantom show. Amity Park is rich in ectoplasm and has multiple portals, natural and man-made. So all the ghosts that haunt the town or travel to the town have enough ectoplasm in the air to form a body. Ghosts that don't haunt Amity Park don't have that luxury.

which is where you would get the "traditional ghost" that you would see in ghost-hunting videos and books. The type of ghost most people's minds jump to when they hear the name. The ones that you can't really see or there is just a soul floating around. Sometimes, they can move things with enough effort.

These ghosts are often bonded to an object or a person and always need to be around them and can't leave their haunt without that person or item. They are harmless and mostly just float around and try and gather enough passive energy and emotions from what is around them to form a body.

To people like Danny and other ghosts, Echo looks like a floating core with a pale outline of whatever the person was before. also can't talk because they don't have enough ectoplasm to form vocal cords and can only communicate through emotions.

Their emotions flow from them and feed into the beings around them. All ghosts have secondary communication through emotions and can read the emotions of those around them naturally.

if they manage to get enough ectoplasm to start forming a body they turn into a soul eater, which brings me to my next point.

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Soul Eaters:

Soul eaters are actually seen in the show. While they are not called soul eaters in the show, this is what I have personally interpreted them as. Our two example ghosts are johnny's Shadow and Spectra.

Soul eaters are in the level 2-3 range of ghosts. Most of the time, they come from Echos that have managed to gather enough ecto energy and now have a body. But the body is not complete this causes them to crave more and more energy to give themself a physical form.

These guys are creatures that look like shadows and blend in with the world around them. they have permanently sharp claws and teeth and use those to fight and try and gain more energy. They almost get more of a lust for energy and seem to not be fully in their right mind all the time, obsessed with at least keeping their form so they don't turn back into echos

Soul eaters can get energy/ectoplasm in two ways:

1) They can absorb ectoplasm or eat it from other ghosts that they might pray on or hang around. An example would be the ghost Shadow, who is permanently bonded to Johnny 13 and follows him around. This gives him enough passive energy to hang around a more powerful ghost so that he can keep a form in the mortal world. In return, he gives his servitude to Johnny and helps fight for him.

2) Absorbing energy from emotions: This example would be Spectra. Soul eaters, if they are more patient, can absorb energy through emotions. Any ghost can also rely on emotions to give them energy. But soul eaters pray on it. They will tend to be drawn to people with strong emotions; hateful and depressed ones are normally the best because they are the strongest. This can sometimes cause a person to feel drained of their emotions because all of their access energy is being eaten. Hence why they are called soul eaters.

Soul eaters are dangerous because they rely more on instinct than they do logic. Absorb and eat. Danny knows that they are just trying to get energy and want a body, so sometimes he can try and make a deal with them for help or just to get them out of there by offering up ectoplasm for them to eat.

Once soul eaters have enough energy to form a full body and can calm down from their aggressive side, they become ecto entities.

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Ecto Entities:

These ghosts make up the majority of the show's cast and rouge gallery. They are ghosts who were either powerful enough in their obsession and gained enough energy in the ghost zone to have full bodies from the beginning or who have levelled up from either Echo or Soul Eater over time.

They are much more powerful and make up the rest of the ecto scale 4-10. All of these ghosts have the ability to touch objects and people and have solid physical forms when they travel to the human world.

They can have a number of different abilities based on their obsession, what level they are, and whether they have a fire or ice core. But all of these ghosts share a common set of powers: Invisibility, passive ectoplasm absorption, flight, and intangibility.

Ghosts such as Ember, Kitty, Johnny, Skulker and even Danny fall into this category. as well as blob ghosts, which would be closer to a level 4 and tend to be one step above soul eaters when it comes to forming a body. But can still touch things and have physical forms.

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If you were to take away ectoplasm from one of these ghosts or they were injured or separated from it for a long period of time they will level down the scale going from Ecto Entity > Soul Eater > Echo. They would need to replenish their ectoplasmic energy over time to go level back up.

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This is my rough explanation of how I see and describe ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe. I may eventually make a full YouTube video about it, but for now, I will post it here.