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xsunnysoftx · 2 days
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"hes a skeleton, he doesnt have skin, he cant have a be-" ABABABA- SHSHHHHSSHHHHHhhhh..-
echo/ecto bellies >>>>>>
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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.
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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.
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Damian glaring at Danny every time he realizes he's relaxed
Danny: "What did I do!?"
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Batfam notices Damian being extra grouchy :" Ah, he's going through his rebellious phase"
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Danny: "Did you just sniff mE!"
Damian: *scoff* "Don't be absurd"
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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!"
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Just an Idea
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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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..?”
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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.
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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”
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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
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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
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icedghostlatte-art · 2 months
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Commission for @flesh-eating-necroromancer
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cactuschewinggum · 4 months
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Tastes like ☆🅱️attery acid and vanilla ☆
This honestly started as a glass practice and here we are...
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mybrainisoveractive · 6 months
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I have just 1 dp x dc idea that have been bouncing around like a DVD logo screensaver and everytime it hits a corner, it reminds me that it's there.
The idea: what if the Lazarus Pits contains RAW UNFILTERED ectoplasm like not corrupted but just ... raw. (Maybe that's why Jason has very strong emotions) Oh and it attracts all ecto-beings including ((1) Danny Fenton/Phantom) like bees to nectar.
The more developed idea: Danny on a school trip to got ham. Sees Red Hood, then goes feral and stalkerish, basically just absorbing and filtering the very concentrated and raw ectoplasm whenever he gets close to Jason/Red Hood(Danny be like: yum-need-want moremoremore gimme)
Sam and Tucker knows what's going on, they can feel it , the instinct to go-go-go-go-find-find-find the source of energy (practically radiating everywhere!) but not as strong as poor Danny. They're now just chasing after (1) feral gremlin boi after some yum-yum energy (or maybe just maybe they encourage it cause why not the CHAOS)
The batfam is just there like NEW CHILD!!! Now Jason suffers from one stalkerish child ( until Danny calms down but they don't know that it's not permanent )
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halfa-failure · 29 days
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huh
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justaphantomhuman · 4 months
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ECTO-IMPLOSION 2023 ART!!
Danny: Blob Ghost Supreme
au where danny straight up turns into a blob ghost every time he transforms.
he fights by being adorable... or does he... find out from @dragonsdomain's fic!!
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neurotraum · 5 months
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Gifs in full quality were too heavy for tumblr but there is something in these compressed you know
video with sound good quality and whatever
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ovytia-art · 7 months
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Danny Phantom fics in a nutshell:
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bet-on-me-13 · 4 months
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Metahumans are just Liminals
So! As far as I know, Metahumans get their powers because they have Nth Metal in their DNA (I think? It might be a single continuity thing).
But what if Nth Metal is just Solidified Ectoplasm?
Metahumans are just a different Brand of Liminal. They get their powers from Metalic Ectoplasm in their DNA rather than Pure Ectoplasm in their Soul. As such, their powers are much more based on their Genetics rather than their Obsessions.
A Metahuman is more likely to have children who share the same power. It is Passed On through their DNA, and as such it may not actually fit the users Personality. The upside is that the Power is usually stronger than normal.
A Liminal will get their powers from their Soul. Whatever fits their Obsession the best is what they will get. The downside is that their power is weaker than a Metahumans abilities.
A Ghost is the perfect combination of the Two.
They have a Core made of Metalic Ectoplasm, and a Soul made of Pure Ectoplasm. They have the Power of a Metahuman, and the Fitting Nature of Liminals.
Side Note: Halfas are kind of an even better version of that? They have the Metalic Core, the Pure Ecto Soul, and the Body of a Human to contain the Power.
Thoughts?
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DP x DC Prompt #7
In the DC universe, ghosts are made from magic. In the DP universe, ghosts are made from ectoplasm. So wh not have both?
If there is enough ambient magic surrounding a person either during or shortly after their death, then a magical ghost is born, like Deadman. These ghosts, since they don't have a core, need a phisical object to be their anchor. That's how they stay in the mortal world, even if it means they're stuck there and can't access the infinite realms.
Likewise, if there is enough ambient ectoplasm surrounding a person either during or shortly after their death, then an ectoplasmic ghost is born. These ghosts form cores from their Obsession and from their ectoplasm, which means they don't need an anchor. They do, however, need a portal to be able to access the mortal realms, which are really hard to find, so they're stuck in the infinite realms most of the time.
Thus, magic and ectoplasm do not mix.
However... There may be exceptions. Jason Todd's case could be conidered one.
You see, by the time the Leage of Assassins had found him, he had already crawled out of his grave by himself. The ambient magic arround his body, along with the time rift that Superboy Prime's rage-filled puches kick-started a... say... ghostification in the teenaged hero.
Though, as many a times it has happened before, the magic was too strong to simply turn him into a ghost and leave it at that. No, it sewed his now unbound soul back into its mortal flesh, turning him into a revenant. A magical revenant.
Then Talia found him, hurt, alone and with his mind broken. She dropped him in a Lazarus Pit, a natural pool of corrupted ectoplasm.
As stated before, ectoplasm and magic do not usually meet. The very few times they do, however... Well, the results are not pretty.
Jason's body rejected the ectoplasm, or how he only knows how to call it, Lazarus water. It was unable to mix with his sistem, naturally made to function on magic, and pooled down on his stomach, forming a twisted copy of a pit inside of him.
With a parasite such as that, it is no surprise he is used to going mad with rage. Pit madnes.
Cue Danny, who is in gotham for whatever reson. He crosses paths with Jason and is inmediately like holy shit, what the actual fuck.
He thinks a very fucked up ghost is possesing this poor guy and, acting on auto-pilot, just shoves his hand into Jason's chest and rips out a weird-looking blob ghost. Danny's like damn, that was one corrupted little bastard and just- eats the thing in one bite. He couldn't let the lil shit just leave to go posses somebody else, and he needed to dispose of it somehow! He's practically inmune to any and all poisons, specially ecto ones, thanks to his parents' cooking. He's gonna metabolize that thing just fine.
Jason, on the other hand, is not just fie at all thank you very little because holy shit. This kid. just. Put his hand right into his chest (into him!!!! How the fuck did it not hurt???) and literaly ripped the pits out of him holy fuck dear lord in heaven.
Danny's like "My job is done. It ain't much, but it's honest work"and just leaves.
Jason's bluescreening because the pits are gone. The pits are gone. He has to find that kid. He has to find him no matter what and figure out what the fuck he did and if he was okay because he ate the fucking pits. Fuck, the kid could be dead for all he knew!
A couple days, weeks, whatever, later, the Batfam are getting worried. Jason is acting very strange and seemingly obbsessed with something.
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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?!
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Just an Idea
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sparki3poptart · 7 months
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Teacher dorm room things
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playedcrowd5610 · 1 year
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Danny Phantom Orb Gif
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jarpadandjensens · 3 months
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SPN | 2.06 | aesthetic
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