#eldrich danny

[chickenlover-19]

Whatever became of the Phantom of Amity Park?

[avensartt]

Day 21 : Coronation

[mariastorm]

Danny gets thrown into a superhero universe by clockwork under the pretense that the stress of being the ghost king is getting to him.He was to enjoy himself as clockwork so simply put it. For a couple of months Danny immersed himself in relaxation; playing video games, visiting the spa, messing with a few heroes here and there..... Everything was fine until he met that dimension's version of him. his name was Jim Gordon and in Danny's opinion,this guy needed a break ASAP!!!.And as the all powerful Ghostking,what kind of person would he be if he didn't help 'himself'.....

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In other news, The batfam as well as Gotham villains all receive a video from a boy claiming to be Jim's nephew. He says that his uncle is going on a much needed vacation for two months and threatens that anyone who tries to interrupt in any form will be indisposed.

The joker escapes that very day to wreck havoc on Ghotam and a street camera catches the very same boy confronting and then swallowing the joker whole. The creature boy then looks up directly to the camera and smiles

" Heed my warning mortals"

Tags I like:@skulld3mort-1fan ,@thegatorsgoose ,@nor-al ,@satanicrutialspecialist

[dashing-through-ecto]

The Phandom decided and your favorit Danny is Eldritch Danny!!!

in second place we have Menace Danny!!!

And as a close third place we have King Danny!!!

Thanks to everyone that participated in the poll.

And now as a little bonus, some of the Dannys that people have mentioned in the taggs that didn´t make it into the poll.

The taggs are from @tachvintlogic for Astronaut Danny, @heyheyitsstillgay for Trans Danny and @dabblingreturns for Danny Devito

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 13: monster

eldritch Danny

Constantine was not happy. He hated falling back on last resorts, but here they were. Earlier that day they had spotted an alien fleet approaching and all efforts to communicate had ended in violence. It was Manhunter who had finally recognized them. They were a race known as the Zacrin whose goal was to eliminate ‘unworthy’ species. So far, nothing they had done was working.

And so here they are now. About to summon the King of the Infinite Realms.  All accounts of the new King claimed they were peaceful and nothing like the conqueror Pariah Dark. But Constantine despised getting involved with anything to do with the Realms.

Nevertheless, he approached the summoning circle and began chanting. A breeze started up fluttering Batman’s cape. Constantine was halfway through the summoning when the candles around the circle flared, their fire turning green and reaching almost to the conference room’s high ceiling. The wind picked up pushing the heroes back. Constantine held his ground and a swirling green pool started to form at the center of the circle. 

Something began to emerge. Something like feathers and flames began to materialize and then a writhing mass with several mouths full of glinting teeth.

He reached the end of the spell and the creature fully materialized. They towered over everyone, flames dancing above what might be their head. What might have been a face held two black pools that seemed to suck all the light out of the room. Its skin glistened with galaxies, an ever shifting void full of colors that burned their eyes. Below the beings waist there were what seemed like writhing snakes each with a mouth full of sharp fangs. And then unfurling behind the being were two pairs of wings covered in eyes that all gleamed with different colors, none of them found on earth. 

As the wings flared out behind the King some of the Leaguers collapsed their hands covering their faces. Constantine gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, sure that if he were not used to the occult he would have collapsed as well. The Bat was still standing, but well… he was Batman.

“Why have you called me?” came the creature's voice seemingly from all around them and Constantine’s head felt like it was about to crack open, someone behind him let out a muffled shriek and Batman grunted.

“Your majesty,” constantine began, “King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of Space, Balance of Life and Death, Gateway between the Realms, Protector of–”

“Enough!” a wave of power shot out causing Constantine’s knees to almost buckle.

“Why is it you have called me?”

“We have a deal to offer.”

“A deal?”

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “And we would be bleedin' grateful if you could put a dampener on your form, my companions,” he said gesturing over his shoulder, “are not faring well.” 

There was silence except for the static hissing and crackle of electricity that seemed to emanate from the being. 

“That is a reasonable request.” the creature said and though nothing about his appearance changed there was a drawing in that seemed to happen that made them much more bearable to look at.

“Thank you.”

“Now, what is it that you want from me?”

“There are a bunch of ships that are planning on destroying earth and we’d be really grateful if you could help us deal with it. And we’d of course offer something in return. I’d be willing to give you my soul.”

The sound of crackling ice and static hissed through the room, and when the creature next spoke they sounded amused.

“You’re soul, John Constantine? What use would I have of something with so many holes? As it is, your constant selling of it causes enough paperwork.”

John gulped.

“However, I would be willing to help in exchange for a favor. There may be a time in the future when I may call you,” the being looked over all of them, “and when I call you will come. Does this sound agreeable?”

“It does.” John answered and he could feel Batman glaring at him. But screw that sorry sod, John was not about to tempt fate by asking the King of the Infinite Realms to wait while Batman looked at this from every possible angle and figured out a million contingencies.

“Very well then” The creature said before vanishing. 

The League watched through the monitors as the being appeared in front of the lead ship. They had grown massive, three times the size of the ship, and the League watched in horror as clawed hands emerged from each of the eyes on the beings wings. They latched onto the ship and dragged it toward where the being’s chest might be where a swirling black void lined in teeth opened up. The ship was shoved into the void that then closed behind it. A staticky screeching could be heard even through the thick walls of the Watchtower and the Leaguers watched as the rest of the ships turned and fled.

The creature turned towards them, their face staring directly through each of the screens even though the cameras were all at different angles. 

“Remember our deal.” came the King’s words, the King’s command, echoing in all their heads, before the King vanished.

“Well, I’m leaving, gotta go find a bar.” 

“Constantine! Wait just a moment.” Batman started towards him but it was too late John had reached the Zeta Tubes and was gone.

[entity-of-the-rift]

So this Eldritch!Danny was inspired by this but could be for any Eldritch Danny prompt:

He did have a crown but it was too much and I may add it in on a future drawing. Added a no background cause I like it. If anyone writes about this one could i get a heads up pls? I wanna read it!! Also NO STEALING, NO REPOSTING

[airis-hunter]

Sneak peek at the DP x Batman fic I'm writing. I'm calling it (chapter 1 up now on my profile)

The Phantoms Bat

Summary: Danny has been the ghost king for quit a few years now, technically he was 20, but ghostly he was like 60. As Danny watches his loved ones die he wonders if he’ll ever feel that feeling of love that came with family, luckily a trip through a random ghost portal gives him the feeling again through an orphaned bat.

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Danny wondered through the ghost zone for what felt like the millionth time, but he still hadn’t explored ever nock and crany the his dimension had to ofer. It was a beautiful place, but maybe Danny was a bit influenced by the fact that he was its king, that didn’t stop him from loving it though.

As he floated absently looking around a portal opened right in front of him almost a if it was waiting for him. When the portal fully opened his core seemed to tug him in the direction of the portal. Never one to question his ghost instincts. He hovered hesitantly in front of the portal.

Approaching it he reached a hand through, he waited only a second to see if clockwork would show up and tell him not to go in, but he didn’t. Reassured that he wasn’t going to mess up and big timeline mambo jumbo Danny floated into the portal. Danny was not expecting to come out standing on a building roof top above an ally way.

The sound of someone crying quikly distracted him. Running over to the edge of the roof top Danny looked down and what he saw felt like it cracked his core. Down in the ally way was a child crouching over two larger forms Danny could only assume were the boys parents. Floating down behind the boy Danny fell to his knees.

The sadness, and ablolute despair the boy was sending out in waves practically broke Danny. “Hey.” Danny spoke in the most comforting voice he had, which he often used with the new ghost children that would manifest in the ghost zone confused and hurt and sad.

The boy wiped his head around Danny was afraid he was going to get whiplash, when Danny spoke.

“Who, who are you?” The boy asked with an obvious tremble in his words. It made Danny’s core and heart ace.

“I’m Danny, who might you be younge man?” Danny asked with a smile while sending waves of calm, and safety at the boy.

The boy sniffled before answering. “Bruce.”

“Thats a very nice name, now Bruce could you tell me what happened?” He asked with as much reasherence as possible, he did not want the boy to think he was going to hurt him, Danny would never hurt a child (not when they all reminded him of the child he wish he could’ve had)

“Someone shot mommy and daddy. We were just leaving the theater when a man attacked us.” Bruce sniffled before continuing. “He, he killed them.” He said with a sob.

Danny couldn’t hold back anymore. He floated over to Bruce quickly and scooped the child into his lap and hugged him. That seemed to be the hit that broke the dam as Bruce started ugly sobbing, Danny didn’t mind the small wet spot that started form on the front of his suit.

“Shuh, shuh, its okay no one’s going to hurt you now, you’re safe with me.” Danny reassured Bruce. The only response that Danny got was a small nod from Bruce.

As Bruce’s sobs turned to small sniffles Danny felt his breath even out. Looking down at Bruce he saw that he had fallen asleep. Danny’s core warmed in content at such a display of trust so quikly. At the sound of approaching sirens Danny turned invisible and floated up to the roof top that he first appeared on.

However, now he was in a predicament, Where did Bruce and his parents live? Looking down at the streets Danny saw a newspaper stand new by. Flying over to it in hopes of clues Danny was greeted with the image of the boy and his parents on the front page. Apparently they were the wayne family.

Looking at the description Danny instantly new they were very rich, so he just had to look for possibly the biggest house in the city, and he would drop Bruce off at home. A home that would now be empty.

Should I continue this or no???

[armybratz123]

An Understanding

Doctor Who x Danny Phantom

"All and time and space he said. Let's go to a planet full of 'magic' he says. Shouldn't be much trouble. WELL HOW'S THIS FOR TROUBLE!?!?", Donna Noble shrieks at her friend, the Doctor, as they ran down the metal corridor of some facility on the planet called Amitesh.

A planet that has nothing but stuff of magic, spirits, and other wonders that is a sacred part of their daily life and religion. Unfortunately, the Doctor had to ruin it for Donna, telling her it's not really magic, but the planet's own physiology mixed with these people's own version of science creates an result in which it's like it actually was magic.

The Doctor did admit that his particular planet got it closest to what magic could possibly be. But the Time Lord remained adamant that magic does not exist.

Fortunately, Donna basically ignored the Doctor and just wandered off, staring at anything and everything. For the two were lucky enough to land in the middle of a festival. Amitesh's magic being showcased for all to see and appreciate.

Which leads back to the two's current actions.

"How was I supposed to know that the world ended because of a cult that believes in such a thing like a 'Ghost King'!?", the Doctor shouts back incredulously as they ran to stop said cultists.

"If you say it in such a way that suggests there is no Ghost King, why are we running to stop them?", Donna asks just as the duo practically screech to a halt to a thick door, the last remaining obstacle between them and the summoning.

"Don't you remember what I told you earlier?", the Doctor explains in a rush as he works on the door with his sonic screwdriver, "The planet's own location and physiology is what makes magic for these people possible. Now multiply that by the centuries of said locals using the magic more and more, both them and the planet becoming accustomed to the energies that can only increase over time and evolve so as to become apart of the people and the planet's core. There may be no Ghost King, but something big, and something dangerous is going to come out of this summoning and we need to stop it."

"Oh my God.", Donna gasped, as she then waves the Doctor to hurry, "Well get on with it and open the door already!"

"What do you think I've been doing!?", the Doctor shouts back, "Now if I can just get- Ah HAH!!"

The door opened, the Doctor and Donna took no time rushing in, only to come to a screeching halt at the sight before them. They entered the room just as the lead cultists, who's also the planet's lead researcher, Taariq Novak, and one of the first few to have greeted the Doctor and Donna upon their arrival to Amitesh. slit the throat of one of his own, Donna couldn't help scream and jump from the sudden action.

With life quickly leaving his eyes, his life flowing from his neck like a river, and the now dead cultist's body fell to the ground. Landing within the intricately made circle, and the moment the blood touched the lines carved into the metal floor, the circle glowed a bright toxic green.

"We're too late.", the Doctor breather as he and his companion could only stare as the summoners celebrated their success.

The wind began to pick up, whipping the cultist robes, the Doctor's coat, and Donna's flaming red hair.

"We have to get out!", the Doctor shouts over the wind, "Out! Everyone out! Now!"

But no one listened.

Donna and the Doctor couldn't drag them out, so they ran. But the door slammed shut just before they could get out. Donna slammed her fists and body against the door while the Doctor tried to work on it again with his screw driver, only to growl as he grips his hair in near desperation.

"It's a deadlock! I can't get us out!", the Doctor shouts.

"What do we do then!?", Donna cries out, "There's got to be something!"

The Doctor turns back to the circle just as unidentifiable green liquid bursts from the summoning circle, swirling around over it as if it was it's own mini hurricane or tropical storm.

"Hope and try to talk our way out of this.", the Doctor whispers as he grips Donna's hand tightly.

For his comfort, or hers. He's not quite sure, nor does have the time or willing to try and figure that out.

A bright light shined beneath the goopy liquid something seemed to be rising from the circle, a form or figure. When, suddenly, a giant, spindly, dark clawed hand slammed on to the floor, the claws digging into the floor, causing deep marks to appear from them. The hand is about the same size as the cultists', Donna, and the Doctor themselves.

The hand pushed down, creating a large dent in floor, added with the scratch marks from the claws, and something climbed up and out of the portal.

Loud moaning echoed in their ears, everyone clutched their hands to their heads in hopes of keeping the horrid noise out. But it did little to help. The liquid that was the first to burst through the portal suddenly fell to the ground, as if like a puppet with its strings cut off. But the thing didn't seem bothered by the goop as it just slid off it like water.

There is no more bright light coming from within the circle, but the circle itself is still glowing a soft toxic green, not as bright as it was before the summoning first started, but, aside from the thing that was just summoned, it served as the now dark room's only source of light.

With the wind and blinding light gone, everyone was now able to get a good look at what was something. It can only be described as an eldrich horror. It towered over them, it's arms to be somehow longer than it's body, it's clawed hands larger than it's own head, and larger than the people standing in the room as well. Their whole body seemed to be made between a mix of pure darkness and the many constellations of the universe, glowing green 'veins' can be seen at the creatures forearms, chest, calves, and neck. It's eyes are large circular, and just glowing toxic green, like the circle at the beginning of the summoning, and it's mouth similar, no lips or anything, the jagged black teeth matched it's body and attached with no covering of any sort unlike other humanoid shaped formed.

Donna clutched tightly to the Doctor, whom as seen Satan, genocide, army of Daleks, and many more horrors. And yet, this has been the most scared he has ever felt since his youth.

This, is something else that the Doctor has never before seen. But within the fear, the Doctor also feels excitement. He's ecstatic, this, nothing ever seen before. A creature beyond time and knowledge, something he doubted any of the Time Lords have ever seen or known before either.

"All hail Pariah Dark!", Taariq suddenly shouts, looking the picture perfect description of euphoric while the rest of his followers knelt and bowed to the creature they have successfully summoned.

"Hail!", the rest of the cultists shout back.

The creature, Pariah Dark these people had called it, seemed to be looking over its surroundings and studying the people slowly. As if taking in where it is and what it's going to do next.

Long moan, almost as if the creature were a whale, reverberated throughout the room. The only difference between a whale and this, is the whale's sound enchanting, while this thing made everyone shiver, hairs raising up, and everyone, even the excited cultists, felt nothing but fear for a moment.

"Pariah Dark! King of the Infinite Realms!", Taariq shouts, "We have summoned you here for your judgement and leadership! We have freed you from your imprisonment inside of the tomb others who have feared you and your power trapped you inside. Now we ask of you to take your rightful place as this world's rightful ruler, with us at your side!"

"They summoned this... this thing just so they can rule and gain power!?", Donna whispers to the Doctor in a quiet shriek, "What the hell's the matter with them?"

The Doctor almost rolled his eyes in agreement. Some things never change, no matter the world or time you travel to. And people call him mad... although they aren't wrong.

But before the Doctor could whisper anything back in reply, the creature suddenly turned towards them. It's glowing swirling lights for eyes seemed to freeze two in place, for no matter how much the Doctor wished to run, even if there was a escape route available to them, the Doctor doubt either he or Donna could run with the way this creature's stare seemed to pin them in place.

Taariq quickly noticed the creature's inquisitive stare upon the travelers, and answered its silent question almost proudly.

"These two were against you mi'lord.", Taariq informed the creature, pointing at the Doctor and Donna theatrically, "They dared to try and stop us! Stop you from rising! But we were lucky enough, clever enough to keep them away just in time to free you."

The creature hummed, still staring at the Doctor and Donna appraisingly.

"What shall be done with them my lord?", another cultist asked, looking more curious than disturbed by the creature's appearance.

The creature turned back to it's followers, its grim jagged mouth forming what looked to be a sinister smile.

"Lucky...", the creature said, the word coming out garbled and echoed in the near silent room.

"M-my lord?", Taariq asked, confused by the pool of dread that began to fill his entire being as he silently cursed himself for the stutter.

"It was lucky... that you summoned Me."

And before anyone could react or say a thing, like a snake, the creature struck. Sending men flying as they screamed their terror with just simple back hand. No, backhand isn't exactly the right word for what he did. For the creature barely flicked his wrist, and more than half of the cultists were airborne, crashing to the walls and floors. None getting up after quickly falling into the grip of unconsciousness.

Another swipe, more cultists flew through the air, leaving only the Doctor, Donna, and the lead cultist standing with the terrifying being.

"But, but why!?", Taariq cried, now looking terrified as he looked up to the creature for answers.

As he should be. Despite Taariq Novak's accomplishments and prowess as a researcher and inventor, the Amiteshian has no idea what he had unleashed.

Or who he could have unleashed if things have been any different.

"We did everything right! The ritual! The Sacrifice!", the lead cultist shouted in fear and desperation, "What did we do to offend you my lord Pariah Dark! What Did We Do!?"

The creature took pause, looking down at the humanoid with a blank expression, no one, not even the Doctor, knew what was going on through the creature's mind.

"You... summoned me...", the creature hissed.

"W-w-what of it?", the cultist stuttered, "Did we perform the ritual wrong? If so, please! Allow me to correct my mistake."

But the creature spoke as if the cultist didn't say anything.

"You summoned me to DESTROY.", it growled menacingly, orbs narrowing in anger and distaste at the sight of Taariq quivering.

"Isn't, isn't, i-isn't.", Taariq gulped, trying to collect himself in order to speak properly through his fear, "Isn't that what you do? Isn't that what Pariah Dark does."

The temperature in the room lowered rapidly, turning to freezing. Donna huddled closer to the Doctor, her body shivering from the freezing temperature, but the two travelers could not look away.

The creature leaned down, almost crouching, so that he and Taariq were barely inches apart. Taariq could only shiver and shake in anticipation as waited for the thing's answer.

It's next words caused terror to strike Taariq's very core.

"Who ever said that I was Pariah Dark?"

"Wh-w-who are you then?", Taariq managed to wheeze, fear filling ever bone of his much smaller body.

"P H A N T O M.", the creature hissed.

Donna quickly squeezed her eyes tightly shut and shoved her face in to the Doctor's arms as Taariq's screams loudly echoed in her ears, her head. She wouldn't be surprised if they echoed in her nightmares later that night.

If she and the Doctor manages to get out of this alive, that is.

For the next couple of minutes, there was silence. Donna's body remained tense as she expected some sort of blow or for the Doctor to start running his gob in order to try and talk them out of this terrifying mess.

But nothing.

Slowly, the human opened her eyes and looked up to see that the creature 'stood' a couple of feet in front of them, Taariq's body out of view behind it. It's glowing orbs for eyes seemed to be dimmer now, it's horrifying maw closed, looking sealed shut, as if the creature never had a mouth in the first place.

And that's when Donna felt it, an aura, or feeling, encasing the room. Comfort, warmth, and protection surrounded the two travelers. The Doctor could only stand there, looking up at the creature with wide eyes, filled with fascination and awe, for he could obviously feel the same thing. Donna just let herself sink into the comfort provided, her eyes contently sliding shut again as she sighed.

Then her eyes suddenly furrowed as her picked up something else within the room.

"Is it... purring?", Donna couldn't help but ask incredulously.

"Oh yes.", the Doctor grinned at his answer and Donna's question.

The two looked back up the creature, now both no longer fearful, but still cautious about what it's next move would be. Obviously, it's not Pariah Dark, the King of Ghosts, just like the Doctor said from the beginning. But it was still summoned here to destroy and rule, so what will it do next after taking down it's summoners.

What id did next surprised them.

Which seems to be a reoccurring pattern lately.

The creatures form suddenly lifted up and wrapped around it almost like a live cloak or blanket and folded in on itself. The creature's form shrunk more and more, ending up smaller than Donna, until a new, humanoid, form took shape, and the darkness and constellations receded to reveal a floating boy, a teenager no older than fifteen, the door behind the Doctor and Donna shedding light on the boys features.

He has white hair, and black and white hazmat suit, glowing toxic green eyes, a white cloak, black ring with a brilliant red gem as it's main focus, and a black crown, floating above his head, encased in flickering green flames that seemed to match the boy's eyes.

"Hi there.", the boy greeted easily.

"Who-? What-?", Donna could only gape while the Doctor's grin got wider and wider by the second.

"Oh that's brilliant.", the Doctor could only say, his eyes alight with his shining grin.

"What the bloody hell are you!?", Donna shouts, feeling exhausted and so very very confused over all that has happened in the last... five minutes?

It felt like this whole confrontation has lasted for days.

The Doctor winced a little, but didn't scold Donna, knowing exactly how she's feeling, it's kinda similar to how he assumed she felt on their first adventure together with the Racnoss.

"Sorry about her, rough day.", the Doctor explains, "Anyways, I'm the Doctor and this is Donna. What's your name and, well yeah, what are you? For curiosities sake."

"I'm Danny Phantom. King of the Infinite Realms and the summonee of these fruit loops.", Danny introduced himself as if this was the most normal thing in the universe.

"The Infinite Realms are real?", the Doctor gaped, "But-but that's impossible. It's supposed to be a myth!"

Danny just shrugged, "You'd think so with all the stories circling it. A lot of it just exaggerations, they're too crazy to be true, or they are just plain wrong."

"How much of it is true?", the Doctor asked eagerly.

Danny opened his mouth, then shut it with a confused look on his face.

"I actually don't know.", Danny responds as held his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

"How can you not know?", Donna asked, "Aren't you the king?"

Danny rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah, I just became King a little less than a year ago after defeating Pariah Dark in single combat. And the name is pretty literal the Infinite Realms are, well, Infinite, I have a lot to catch up on and I haven't even made a dent, much less a scratch so far."

"This is amazing.", the Doctor breathes before he began to mutter to himself on theories on which stories that he has heard or been told could be true and what it could mean.

"Wait, hold on, Pariah Dark?", Donna repeated, "You mean the supposed Ghost King that these bozos were trying to summon."

"Oh he was the Ghost King just, again, defeated him in single combat now I'm King.", Danny raised a confused brow, "I literally just said that."

"But-but there's no such thing as ghosts.", the Doctor almost shouts.

Danny just stared at them with an almost dead panned look.

"Who or what did you think lives in the Infinite Realms then?"

Silence followed his question. The Doctor looked like he was struggling to understand something for once.

"But, then, do you not age?", Donna asks, "Are all of you dead?"

Danny just smiles patiently, "A lot of them died, yes, but there are just as many that were born or created there too. You'd be surprised."

Donna let out a sound that was between a scoff, snort, and a laugh, "Trust me, we are."

"But what about you?", the Doctor asked gently, "Were you born or did you died."

Danny looks down at the Doctor, his expression neutral as he answered, "I died. At the age fourteen, I died in an accident at my parents lab in our basement. They haven't even realized it yet."

For a moment, the Doctor said nothing, for what could he truly say to some one who has died at such a young age. A child.

There's not much you really can say except, "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?", Danny asked, the Doctor didn't answer, nor did Donna, "I know I died young. Took me a while to actually get that I died in the first place."

Danny looked down at his shoes before looking up at the Doctor, his eyes glistening. Barely there, barely noticeable, but there. And the Doctor couldn't help by empathize, for isn't what this boy has gone through similar to what the Doctor has when he regenerates?

"Do you know how that feels?", Danny asked, his voice wobbly with emotion and he desperately tried to hold back his tears.

Donna couldn't say a thing, because no. She didn't understand, probably never will, and... Donna thinks she never wants to either.

But the Doctor... he understood. The Time Lord is pretty sure this boy-warrior, boy king, this child, doesn't realize how much the Doctor truly understands.

For just like the Doctor had ten times before, this boy has died, and then woke up and walked away as someone else. The Doctor has died and walked away as many people. But at the core, he always was the Doctor, yet he was still someone new. Danny Phantom is no different.

"I understand.", the Doctor croaks.

~

The past year and a half has been... rough for Danny. For the halfa didn't lie, it took him a bit to understand that he had actually died to become who he is today. And, with Jazz's, Clockworks, and the rest of his friends, allies, and enemies' (most of them anyways) help, Danny managed to work through that fact and accept it.

But recently, a week ago, it was his Death Day. No one caused trouble in Amity, Danny got a break from all the studying and paperwork at the Ghost Zone. In fact, almost everyone visited, but to either check on him, give him a gift, have a short chat, or all of the above.

Death Day is important to the Ghosts in the Ghost Zone, especially for those who had to actually die in order to get there. But unlike Birthdays, no matter peoples feelings towards it, Death Day is like a strange, yet comforting, mix between a funeral and a birthday. Many ghosts like to visits their grave during their Death Day, many others like to visit said ghost's grave to leave a gift or offering for the ghost.

Danny has been told that ghosts usually feel more at peace by their grave on Death Day. Doesn't mean everyone goes, but it's just something that feels safe and/or calming. Like going to your bedroom and lying on your bed after a stressful day.

Nothing went wrong for Danny on his Death Day, in fact, he quite enjoyed it surprisingly. It was somber on some points, eye opening for others, and even fun for the rest. Almost every ghost that Danny has ever met visited him or left him some sort of gift. Most visited, many worried over Danny because of the fact that he had no grave to visit.

So, with the help of Jazz, Tucker, and Sam, they made Danny a grave, hidden deep in the woods, and almost immediately gifts, offerings, blobs, and other ghosts appeared.

Jazz, Tucker, and Sam left after they had their moment of silence and some quiet to themselves over Danny's 'grave'. They didn't quite understand the importance and impact of Death Day aside from the fact that Danny died on that day.

Aside from Jazz, Danny doesn't think Sam or Tucker fully realized that Danny actually died that day he became a halfa. They've both kept to themselves ever since, both sharing similar haunted look in their eyes and bruised patches of skin that served as eye bags.

Jazz left because she believed that Danny deserved to spent his Death Day with the rest of the ghosts. Her exact words being, 'As long as I get your Birthdays, they get your Death Days.' Danny can not describe how right that feels.

But, yeah, aside from the small bit of hurt that he felt when Sam and Tucker started avoiding him now, Danny's first Death Day was great.

It wasn't until Danny was safely under his covers in bed that the realization hit him.

Just like Sam and Tucker, Danny's parents never knew that Danny, their own son, died right under their noses. In their lab, in their invention, which has quickly become their pride and joy and Danny can't help but feel his core twist.

No one, except for Jazz, realized that Danny had died.

No one living anyway.

Danny has always been the same to them in their eyes, but, that can't be any further from the truth. Danny has been through things, has done things, is capable of things that no one living will ever be. Jazz tries to understand, she's the only one living that truly does, but enough.

And none of the ghosts realize that despite having died, Danny is still, somehow, alive.

But this man, this living man, somehow understood? Understood the feeling of misplacement Danny almost constantly feels everyday of his half life?

Excuse him for not believing this stranger, but Danny doubts it.

But... it's a nice thought. That there is someone (that's not a fruitloop in denial like Vlad) who could understand.

"Thanks.", Danny smiled sincerely, genuinely thankful to the Doctor for trying.

Yet, somehow, the Doctor could tell that Danny didn't truly think that he understood.

"Donna, do you mind leaving Danny and I alone for a couple minutes?", the Doctor asks his friend, never once breaking eye contact with Danny as he does so.

Danny can't exactly read the look Donna sends the Doctor before sending Danny a small reassuring smile that reminded him a lot like the one's Jazz would send him.

"Take care sweetheart.", Donna waves before looking at the unconscious forms of the cultist with an unsure look, "I'll just... go find whatever this planet has for police to pick up this rif-raf."

"You do that.", the Doctor nods at Donna with a small smile and a wave of his fingers.

Donna just rolled her eyes, but returned the wave before leaving. The two males were both quiet at first. Danny wasn't sure how he felt being left alone with this man, but he knew he could easily escape if needed.

But Danny was knocked out of his musings when the Doctor finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"It's different, and it's always gonna be, that's the hard part. At first, you don't realize the difference, just filled with the euphoric feeling of being alive. Of surviving what should have been fatal.", the Doctor spoke plainly, but his eyes looked wet and haunted, as if he's done this more than once, "Only to realize later, that no, you didn't survive. You died. You're dead, but not. Who you were is dead and now, you're someone new. Yet you can never truly shake off how it felt to die, what it means and is like to be dead. And those close to you, can't see the difference, they either think you're someone totally different, or who you were before. But you're not, you're somehow right in the middle and sometimes, it gets so much, just goes back and forth and back and forth. You sometimes can't help but get confused and wonder, who are you now?"

Danny could only stare, his core twisting, but... in a good way. It was something different, something new. It threw Danny off guard, it was hard for him to wrap his head around it. Is this really happening? When is the Fenton luck going to kick in and let the other shoe drop?

Without even realizing it, Danny's cape, crown, and ring disappeared in a flash of green flames, leaving Danny as himself. Danny Phantom, not King, savior, or any other titles he got in the Ghost Zone after defeating Pariah Dark, just Danny.

"You understand?", Danny couldn't help but ask timidly.

The Doctor nods with a small bittersweet smile on his face.

"I understand."

[weshney]

Dp writing prompt:

Eldrich Horror AU.

Danny makes a friend from another town as Phantom. But like. This kid is absolutely oblivious to Phantom's ghost status. A complete supernatural null. He sees Danny and it just like "Oh hey kid with wig, fake werewolf fangs and contacts. Why you in that funky suit?" I'm talking, he can't see Danny's glow. He's confused by other people's weird looks and avoidance. The kid's as sweet as a puppy, what the heck was wrong with these people? He loves the cold and hates the heat so is always blasting the AC anyways (to the point where he develops subconscious urges to hang with his friend Danny any time it gets too hot). He doesn't feel anything off about Danny. Hears no echo in his voice. No prickling unease. No blurred edges to his form. Nothing.

He's not just faking calm like Sam and Tuck sometimes have to, he is calm.

So Danny starts making trips to this other town to be able to feel "normal" in his ghost form. Starts wearing street clothes and just hanging out with his buddy as Phantom. Without the loser stigma associated with Fenton. It's a therapy he didn't know he needed.

Till one day, something happens. Perhaps his secret is revealed to someone close to him that lashes out. Maybe he gets really hurt and doesn't want anyone to know just how bad it is.

Either way, he goes to this new friend in a state of panic. Forgets to change forms, or possibly can't by the time he gets there.

But the biggest thing that makes his friend freak out isn't the blood, or the crying, etc. (although those are concerning, too). It's that his friend isn't wearing the wig, fangs and contacts he's come to associate with Danny.

He's obviously Danny. There is no question about that. But whatever happened was so bad that his friend forgot to bring a big part of his persona/psyche with him.

Now that was terrifying.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Deep Freeze

The thing about Danny was that it was always his most easily overlooked powers that were the most dangerous. Who remembers his telekinesis when he never uses it? Or how he chews through metal with teeth that never can decide how sharp they are? But the worst is the ice.

See, Danny can make ice. Most of the time, this is just a neat party trick or a way to slip up fools who try to run, but the thing about his ice is that it absorbs energy at an infinite rate. Nothing can break it, and if you try, you’ll find it just gets colder. Left to its own devices, Danny’s ice will grow exponentially colder over time, dropping the surrounding temperature as it goes. The upside is that this could well be the solution to global warming everyone is looking for.

On the other hand, this could also be the thing that finally kills off the human race for good, as ice covers everything it touches, and the temperature drops ever closer to true zero. Even a single patch is a risk of global proportion. The only thing or person who can remove this ice is Danny. This has not stopped him from using it as a coolant in machines.

It's not just the ice, either. See, there is a funny thing about the cold. The further the temperature drops, the more reality starts to act up. Thanks to good old Icotrophic propagation, the colder air gets, the further sound travels. Danny’s voice, therefore, can be heard from impossible distances when he chooses, something his ghostly wail takes full advantage of. Even touching him when he's using his powers can cause instant onset hypothermia, human skin blackening within seconds as the blood supply cuts off. Your muscles cease, and your lungs stop inflating.

The temperature keeps dropping. As he reached absolute zero, the rules of quantum mechanics started to change; superfluids formed, making it seem as if gravity itself froze over, and local atoms began to act as a singular. His body becomes surreal. Forget about the manipulation of gravity. Forget about his ghostly form; just the cryokinesis alone scares the shit out of people.

[madametamma]

He’s coming

A single snowflake fell on Plasmious’s nose. He couldn’t be sure it was snow at first. He thought it was rain. It started as a few flurries and within seconds turned into a beautiful snowfall, with hardly any wind and big fat snowflakes, fluttering down from the sky. It was like the first snow of a lovely November afternoon, the kind that would excite and distract small children who had hope in their hearts for a snow day by tomorrow morning.

Lovely and joyous. At least on the surface. All the ghosts on the King’s island who saw it were suddenly still with terror. They knew what this meant.

Snow? In this part of the ghost zone? Vlad held his hand out, puzzled as he caught some flakes on his fingers.

“He’s coming”, his companion uttered in a horrified whisper.

“What? Who?” Vlad questioned.

“It’s the new ghost king that I told you about! It always snows when he’s near!!!”

“I thought you said he rarely comes here to his keep”

“Rarely, not never! Hide!”

The two ducked behind a stone wall as all the other little spirits scattered in different directions in a great hurry to get anywhere that wasn’t there.

Suddenly it became deathly silent. Not a breath could be heard. They waited for what was to come. It’s seemed as though minutes were passing in the hushed terror laden keep. Every ghost on edge, just waiting for it.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Is here here? When will he show himself? Why is he here and will he leave in peace? The world held its breath in dire anticipation.

Vlad was about to say something about how ridiculous this all was but the words died on his lips.

He felt it like a weighted blanket draped on him by a clawed, dangerous of an unknown monster. The power radiating off of it was palpable. It’s dark presence curled and coiled around him, leaving him feeling as though a stranger had come up from behind and breathed in his ear. He was afraid to look, as though looking would make it real, but he did. He managed to turn his head just enough to see it in the corner of his eye. Some eldritch horror that he could not comprehend. It was dark and wispy, yet thorny and toothy. It rolled in like a cloud of smoke and claws. It had one eye. no seven. A thousand? They all seemed to roll around its form, sinking within it and then resurfacing along with jagged fangs protruding from all over it.

Crunch…

Crunch…

The undeniable sound of footsteps in the snow. It was the only sound for miles and it reverberated all around them. 

Suddenly, two human hands reached out from the unnatural abomination and tore at its head, pulling it off revealing that it was all just a hooded cloak and a human looking figure was underneath. One that Vlad Plasmious recognised immediately.

“Daniel ?!”

[avensartt]

@marzfartz happy truce! I was your gifter this Year and I'm really sorry this is so last minute, blame the school

I liked your promts a lot, I almost couldnt choose which one to do until I saw you wanted gore. so here (⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)

oh and also ...

its wikitail

[spikethecrazycat]

I’ve started drawing again! I just want to thank @bongo-clash and their Peacock au for the inspiration for this sketch drawing of an Eldritch Danny Phantom, I’m on vacation and won’t be able to finish the drawing for a bit, but I wanted to post the sketch.

[masked-kitsune]

Danny Phantom separate au: Cores

•Why does Phantom have an ice core?

So Pariah has a fire core and Clockwork has a time core. Those two can't make an ice core. Ghosts can reproduce asexually on their own or two ghosts can put in the effort and make a child via combining their energy to have a baby ghost pop into existence just like what Box Ghost and Lunch Lady did for Box Lunch, they also adopted Sydney Pointdexter at some point.

Pariah and Clockwork put in the effort and after a lot of trying Phantom was born. Unfortunately Phantom was born without a core and he was starting to fade. The two rushed the fading infant to the Far Frozen and after a very intense round of treatment Frostbite was able to use his ghost ice and a lot of ectoplasm to create a small core that Phantom was able to successfully accept into his form. Pariah and Clockwork were both a mess after the ordeal. They both learned very quickly that a baby eldritch being with ice powers equals chaos.

[izarnox]

Ghost king au is great, but

So, with all the dp prompt I've been eating those day I was thinking

What if instead of becoming The ghost king because of the indirect/direct insistance of everyone(dont really recall sorry) he may not be the King but he can't NOT be the king at the same time, so he become the trial itself! 🎊🎊

BOOM! Instead of solo fight-and-win against the previous King you have to face and made yourself worthy in the eyes of the embolishment of the Infinit Realm, Danno-Boy!!

Yeah, he's not just a powerful halfa who put in sleep Pariah Dark, now he is the personification of the realm will that takes down the king whose done nothing but harm to the zone for the last centuries

be aware of the Will, they say, he'll watch with those empty eyes of his, judging your acts, your value, they say, if you're worth ascending to the throne or a nuisance he must eradicade

I mean, a lot of peaple will just assuming they have to fight him to prove themself but it's more like

X *presenting himself* :I, X, will face you Phantom, Trial of the Will in a duel to prove myself at the Infinit Realm as the rightfully future dirigant!

T.I.R whippering from Danny's guts: tell him thats he's a bitch

Danny *irrited form being forced in the zone to clean up the mess around as the Avatar of TIR*: *is ready to beat the shit out of him*

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Day 15: full hazmat AU