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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 14

Tim was the best thing to ever happen to Danny.

He didn't mean that just because how much of a sappy romantic he was to Tim, but because he literally saved him from his own mind.

Danny was never going to leave Amity Park so long as the portal was open.

The portal would always remain open between his parents practically treating it like thier third child and thier ability to simply make another if anything would have happened to that one. Not to mention the super creep named Vlad.

So Danny would have stayed in Amity forever, cleaning up after his parents and being miserable.

Or ya know. Until they managed to kill him.

But then Tim came into his life and fixed everything. He befriended Danny over nightime rooftop rendezvous and groaning at his dumb (read awesome) puns.

As they got closer Sam and Tucker seemed to get both anxious and angry. Were they jealous? What right did they have after the Gregor incident?! Its true that they'd both been to busy to hand out with Danny for the past few weeks, leaving Danny with only Tim to turn to for company.

Tim pointed out that they may feel threatened knowing someone else knows his secret and Danny couldn't help but agree.

Tim pointed out that Danny was going to be stuck here cleaning up after his parent the rest of his life if he didn't find a way to stop the portal. Danny had nearly broke down at that and admitted he didn't know what else to do, so Tim devised a plan with that big beautiful brain of his.

They created a machine that ran on ectoplasm and magic that could wipe information from both technology and the human brain. They could remove all traces of ghosts ever existing in this town and erase 20 years of knowledge and research from Vlad and the Fentons minds, but it would come at a cost as magic usually does.

They would have to forget Danny existed as well. Tim offered that they could run away together.

Danny decided that was okay. The only person he had left in this town who had cared about him was Jazz and she was better off without him there to get her hurt.

Tim also had a plan to strip Vlad of his powers as well as his knowledge, and Danny was looking forward to not having to deal with him anymore

It was the day after everything went down, Tim was driving the GAV while Danny flew in the Ops Centers Jet form. They had made sure to swipe everything they could from the labs as well as everything the thought they needed to travel to Tims home dimension.

Danny had promised to help Tim uncover the secrets of his past and who he really was and to do that they essentially planned to travel around the Earth being wandering criminals.

Between Tims intellect and Dannys powers they were undefeated and unnoticed. They stole whatever they wanted and did whatever they pleased, making sure no one had to get hurt unless there was no other options.

Of course they stole cash from bank vaults as well as whatever else was in there. They couldn't stop Phantom from entering since anti-meta tech didn't affect him and couldnt track Phantom due to him being whatever he was plus the collar Tim had helped Danny design that covered up his ecto-signature.

They lived like this for over a year, breaking in to abandoned places, having waterfights in large city waterfountains (and running when they heard police sirens), tagging some of the places they'd hit when they wanted to leave a message, long romantic walks at night, lots of laughter, going on dates to restaurants (they never dine & dash. Some places make the wait staff pay which is bull and they might want to return to that establishment at some point), that one time they stole a $900 wedding cake from a homophobic bakery owner, lots of Fake out-Make outs to avoid getting sent to jail, ect.

They were having the time of thier lives up until they stopped in a little 24 hour diner in Bludhaven. They were doing what they usually do, flirting and laughing until the waiter takes thier order, when a guy approached thier table. Tim and Danny exchanged worried looks before the guy held up his hands in mock surrender, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise, I'm Dick Grayson." The man held out his hand to Tim, who hesitated before shaking it, "Tim," he answered honestly.

Danny nudged him with his foot under the table.

The man smiled wide, "Like Tim Drake?"

Tim and Danny looked confused, "Like who?" Danny asked and Dicks smile faltered

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #tim drake #clone tim drake #criminal tim drake #technically #criminal danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #batman #red robin #partners in crime #clone tim has no memories from before waking up in a vat or glowing green water and doesnt know hes a clone #clone tim was super angry when he saw how poorly danny was treated by the people he loved and vowed to free him #they ran away together #danny is mentally planning thier wedding #dock is trying to figure out the situation #the bats think either danny is some kind of demon manipulating clone tim or that clone tim is evil and manipulating danny for his powers #i was planning for the plan with vlad to go wrong and them having to kill vlad. they talk about it in a room the bats had bugged and they #fight about it cause they both want themselves to take the blame if anyone in this dimension finds out so the other can escape #the bats rethink the manipulation angle and consider that this might genuinely be two teenagers being runaways and just acting out #*tim* is supposed to be a clone in this but its also good if this is Tim drake who lost his memories and ended up in another dimension #just for his friends and families responce to him turning to crime

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basementloser · 7 months

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dpxdc prompt:

danny is a fully grown adult now, but his ghost form hasn't changed at all. it still looks 14 years old. stuck in the hazmat suit he died in.

he joins the justice league as phantom.

he never tells them that his powers are ghost powers, or that he's half ghost.

when they finally find out his civilian identity, they assume he's basically just reverse shazam.

instead of a child turning into a super powered adult, it's an adult turning into a super powered child.

both danny and billy have to activate it by saying a very specific word/phrase. ("shazam", or "going ghost") (this is very much not true. danny can just transform without saying it, but they've never seen him do it)

#maybe they assume he gets his powers from a wizard too #and now they are searching for a wizard named “ghost”#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #shazam #captain marvel #billy batson #feel free to add

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kawaiikenna · 1 year

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OK, just wanted to throw this out there. I have seen lots of Jason/Jazz where Jazz is tall as fuck (is it because of Jack's genes or being liminal? I'm just curious on which it is or if its both?) but usualy Danny is also a giant in these stories. Can I just get someone else to see the possibilities of Tank Jazz but with imortal/forever14 Danny?? like pissing off jazz is scary enough, the bats fear her only second to alfred, and the way she talks about her brother, the high king who gained it through right of combat, who will go absolutely feral if you threaten his family, who yes can do the eldrich entity size of a building thing but its honestly as draining if not more as the wail, then one day he just pops up outa nowhere at family dinner night with the waynes dead tired cause he spent last who knows how long at royal court arguing with stupid eyeballs. Sam and Tuck have finals so he dosent want to bug them but he just wants a hug and someone to take care of him for awhile cause he's working himself sick again so Clockwork punted him over with a staybag (including lots of ecto cookies, his favorite star jammies and Bearbert) and a stickynote to Jazz stuck in his hair and everyone else is like "this is him???? this tiny child????" Jason is just happy to finally meet his brother in law who had also set up a house call with Frostbite a while back to fix his pit tainted ecto.

Part 2

My dude. My dude, I love this so much!! >w<

I honestly have always headcanoned Danny as forever 14. At least in his ghost/Phantom form. His human/Fenton form still grows and changes and such. This then causes such a severe disconnect between the two that people just assume that Fenton and Phantom are completely separate entities/people.

Now with tall Jazz I’m going to have to say that it’s a combination of both. Like she had always carried Jack’s height in her genes. It just needed to be unlocked somehow. That’s where being ecto-contaminated and liminal come into play. It just kinda fucks around and finds out honestly. Like the exact science is there she just doesn’t really care about it being there.

I do love the idea of where a very sleep deprived and weary Danny is basically forced into taking a sabbatical by Clockwork and the King’s Council. Jazz being the Queen Mother, is the one most qualified to be able to take care of the little King. And so Jazz does exactly that.

Thank you so much for sending me your ideas and headcanons! I love to hear about other people’s thoughts and opinions on things like this. ^w^

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dc x dp #batman #dp #dc comics #jason todd #jasmine fenton #queen mother jazz #tall jazz #short Danny #anger manegment #anger management ship #Kenna answers

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halfghostwriter · 1 year

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Ok has anyone seen Sailor Moon, or is at the very least aware of Sailor Chibi Moon’s whole unable-to-age-and-stuck-with-the-mind-and-body-of-an-elementary-schooler-despite-being-900-years-old-and-everyone-else-only-stoping-aging-in-their-early-20s thing? That, but apply it to Ellie

Ellie, who was created in a lab and born with the body and mind of a child, hasn’t aged a day since. For almost 1000 years, her mind and body have stayed completely the same. While this isn’t unusual among ghosts, whose minds and bodies have remained stagnant since their deaths, this is unusual among the fellow halfas. Vlad, despite looking young for his age, still had in fact aged quite a bit, his form settling permanently around his 50s. Danny settled even younger, but the differences between his age at 14 and his age at 30, where he ceased to age, were like night and day. They had changed. They had grown. They were both adults.

And Ellie… wasn’t. Couldn’t be.

No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t. She tried to act more mature, but it she always felt more like a kid playing pretend. She tried stretching to see if she could make herself bigger, but all that did was give her an interest in gymnastics.

For any other ghost, it wouldn’t be a very big deal. All ghosts reach a point of unchanging maturity eventually, no one in the Infinite Realms would blink at it.

But Ellie doesn’t want to just stay in the infinite realms. She wants to explore the living worlds, see everything they have to offer. The problem is, there aren’t a lot of things offered to children with no adult supervision with them.

#danny phantom #danielle phantom #dp prompt #I was gonna make this a dp x dc prompt but wasn’t sure how to fit it in #thought she’d get really mad about Captain Marvel though #’YOU CAN JUST…. TURN INTO AN ADULT?!?! AT ANY TIME?!!?!!?!’

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imekitty · 10 months

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Danny finds his clone in the Fenton Works lab.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22

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It couldn't be true—

It couldn't it couldn't it couldn't be—

Danny denied it over and over like a mantra, a broken record stuck in a painful loop as he flew home as fast as he could.

Because he didn't want to believe any of it. Vlad had to be lying. His parents wouldn't do that to him. His mom wouldn't do that to him.

But all the clues, the scattered bits and pieces that were at first perplexing and nonsensical were now falling into place.

Don't you know what they've done to us? To you?

His ultimate enemy's words had no meaning for him before but now they all rushed back into his head making such terrifying sense.

And then a second ultimate enemy, a number tattooed on his upper arm just like all the dead clones in that graveyard.

I was created to be used and then destroyed. To live a short time before she killed me.

She. She.

He did not want to believe that she could be his mother.

It had to be a lie. He would go home and down into the lab and there would be no clone there. He was sure of it.

He wanted to be sure of it.

Danny phased through the walls of Fenton Works and maintained his ghost form as he searched for his parents. He found them upstairs in their room with the door shut, their voices muffled as they spoke about something. Danny stood outside a moment before floating away, past Jazz's door and down the stairs, down to the basement. Taking the long way instead of just phasing through the floor because he was stalling, afraid of what he might find once he reached the lab.

The lab was dark. Danny switched on a light and went down the stairs, one step at a time, slowly, slowly, holding his breath.

God, he didn't want to keep going. He wanted to go back up to his room and hide under his covers.

But he gripped the stair rail and continued his descent, down into whatever hell was waiting for him.

He froze when he saw what was belted to the main examination table.

No, not what. Who was on the table.

Unmoving. Sleeping. Or perhaps unconscious.

Danny approached the table to get a better look, but even from a distance, he recognized that thick dark hair, the point of that nose, the curve of that neck, the jut of those eyebrows.

He had seen them in photographs. In mirrors. Every day for over sixteen years.

"Oh, my God," he breathed out, not even realizing he had been holding his breath.

He braced himself against the table, leaning and hanging his head, on the edge of hyperventilating. Gathering courage, he looked up again and studied the clone. On his back with his arms down by his sides, dressed in a hospital gown, wrists and ankles strapped to the table with anti-ghost belts pulled tight. No cuts or incisions, no signs of trauma. It appeared the experimentation had not yet begun for this clone.

A flash of memory. The second incarnation of his ultimate enemy pulled down his sleeve, revealing a tattoo of the number 26.

Danny shakily lifted the right sleeve of the clone's hospital gown. The number 26 was tattooed in black on the clone's upper arm.

One day you will see me again. I won't look like this, but you'll know it's me when you see this number. And then you'll understand.

Yes. Danny understood now. The past version of his second dark enemy looked very different indeed.

A small metal side table stood nearby, holding tools and a clipboard. Danny picked up the clipboard and leafed through the sheets of paper clipped to it. Notes written in his mother's handwriting, details and instructions for what was to be done with Clone 26.

Flay the skin away from the arm in one piece if possible so it can be restitched on, will see how quickly and how well it is able to reattach and heal—

Danny dropped the clipboard, which clattered back onto the metal side table. He covered his mouth and turned back to look at the sleeping clone, so peaceful and unaware of the horrors planned for him. No white hair, no ghostly complexion. His skin was warm and pink with blood, his lashes dark on his closed eyes.

His mother was planning on destroying him knowing full well he was her son.

She wasn't even going to pretend he was just a ghost.

Danny stood there. Motionless. Staring. Hell stared back at him.

An involuntary shudder jarred the return of his senses. His parents were probably going to come down soon.

He made a decision in just a split second and knew he had to act quickly. No time to think or consider his options.

He loosened each belt holding the clone to the table and lifted him, one arm supporting his back, the other beneath his knees. The clone did not wake as Danny jumped into the air and phased through the ceiling, up and up to his bedroom. He laid the clone on his bed and pulled a pair of jeans and a T-shirt out of his dresser drawers. He removed the hospital gown and redressed the clone in his own clothes, stepping back when he was done, watching as the clone continued sleeping supine on his bed, on top of the covers.

God, the clone really did look exactly like him.

He heard shuffling noises from his parents' bedroom down the hall. Still holding the clone's hospital gown in his hands, he dropped through the floor, all the way back down into the basement lab. He changed into his human form and quickly stripped out of his clothes, phasing all of them off and tossing them out of sight. He then slipped on the hospital gown, shivering in the frigid, sterile lab air.

He imagined all of the clones that had been here. That had died here.

Such a frightening place to wake up in.

He climbed onto the lab table and placed the four belt restraints around his wrists and ankles, loose enough that he could easily slip out of them. He then lay back on the cold metal surface and closed his eyes, breathing deeply, trying to control the erratic tremors seizing his whole body.

Then he waited. And listened.

His heart began racing when he heard the basement door open.

Part 24

#danny phantom #danny fenton #planned au #imekitty writes #angst #horror

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ecto-stone · 1 year

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Friend From the Other Side AU?? or FFOS!AU for short

Is created originally as a One shot comic “ Biology Lesson” Base on the Idea of What if Vlad is a Teen and a Ghost that turn half Human ,the total opposite from Danny Human to Ghost.

Latter grow into a full AU as it some how gain a lots of attention.And as a result of it rapid unplanned growth it share alots of it lore with it brother AU My Blood. So thing like

-Hivemind Demons Spectra, Unworld Dimension, what is Elsewhereness,The Dark Dragon Family Drama, Evil Observants, ect ... ect ..Advance Rework of DP original power system is expected.

Main Protag

Danny (Daniel) James Fenton Age: 14 (when turn Halfa) , 15 (when AU story started) Height: 167 cm Personality: Shy and Quiet, stoic a bit of a Loner, but Quite Bold as Phantom

Core Element: Ice Soul Element: Water-Air Alias: Phantom, Inviso Bill, The White Haired One (by the Yeti), Ghost Boy. Backstory After the Portal didn’t activate. Mr and Mrs Fenton cut the power to the portal and go back to check the blue print and the calculation to see what could possibly be wrong. Mean while Danny and his friend who is over for a Sleep over ,coming down to the basement for some nice mad science theme photo shoot. Each of them coming down through the portal ladder to take a pic, Sam, Tucker, But when it Danny turn he jump down mid ladder to a loud thunk to look cool.

But then the portal Suddenly glow Bright, sound of electric hissing and buzzing through air, turn out Synth Ecto Plasm is a great Energy storage substant. There was a big Flash, and young Danny stuck in the portal hole unable to escape in time suffer the full blash.

Time of the accident Amity Park, Fenton House hold, 2:25 AM, 30/8/20xx Danny fall into a 4 month coma afterward, result in his social life get ruin. As his accident get on the new and while the fenton parent blame Sam for the Idea, Sam parent threatened to sue the Fenton for threatening their children life by letting them come into a Dangerous lab unspervised.

Result in Sam is Ban from ever coming close to the Fenton again. While the Foley stay quiet and avoid the issue entirely. After woken up from the coma, Danny start developing Ghost Power. And starting his work as a Ghost Hunter as he found out the portal open caused the entire town to suffer from a horrible ghost infestation.

Phantom first sighting is on May 5

CO-Protagonist

Vladimir Judy Plasmius/Fenton/Masters. Age: 13 (in ghost year when turn halfa), 14 (when AU started) Height: 159 cm Personality: Sassy,Mischevious and hyper, with a hint of abandonment issue

Core Element: Fire --evo-->Electric Soul Element: Earth --evo--> Metal Alias: Little Wisconsin Ghost, Plasmius, Fated Dark One (by the Observant council) Backstory After the great ghost and human war that ended back in the 20s with a truce thank to Agent W (Will Walker). The Portal and the GIW agency is dissolve. Until recently.

Time of the accident Wisconsin, GIW Omega Base, 2:25 AM, 30/8/20xx Portal Status: Destroyed Casualty: 143 Capture subject: P1-A5-M1115 Power rating: Extremely Dangerous (X) Tranfer to containment Base Delta 5 on Dec 12 Current Status: Escape (self contain) Recent Sighting: Dairy King Castle, May7 Amity park, July 13.

How they meet: Behind a Wisconsin Denny as Danny is on a Family visiting trip. As Danny encounter a rouge ghost and assume Vlad to be the rouge ghost Only to get his Ass toss like a Salad by this Feral looking Ghost that just eat trash straight from a dumster. To which Danny later offer a burger as a peace treaty and a deal to help capture the rouge ghost. Vlad later followed Danny back to Amity Park to play role as an annoyance, before actually teaming up to aid in ghost hunting to get more Snack from Danny per deal.

What the story about?

It’s about the forming friendship of two unded boi from two different world.

and their Adventure in Both Realm.

#Friend from the other side AU ??#this prob left you with more question then awnswer

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a-sterling-rose · 1 year

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I'm trying to compile a proper list of popular/most used Danny Phantom AU's, not in any particular order. These are AU's I know of, but I'm certain I'm missing some.

Ghost King Danny

Corvid Danny

Dragon Danny

Good Vlad

Liminal Amity Park

Separate Danny's (Phantom and Danny are their own individuals)

Halfa/Liminal Valerie

Witch Sam

Werewolf Tucker (a true furry at heart 🤣)

Werewolf Jazz

Never-changing Ghost form(Phantom is forever 14, Danny either ages normal or is stuck 14 as well)

Immortal Danny

Religious Sam (where she's also has an interest in Judiasm along with her Goth and Environmentalists status)

Redeemed Dan

Feral Danielle

Witch Danny and Jazz (bloodline of the Fentonightingal)

Dragon Paulina

Abusive/Neglectful Fenton Parents

Dad Vlad

Danny spends his afterlife in the Ghost Zone instead of living on the Material Plane

Adopted by the Dead

Allies with the Dead (befriended the rouges)

Fully Dead Danny Phantom

Corpse Danny

Chlorokinesis Sam

Skinned/Skeleton Danny

Pharoh Tucker

Uncanny Danny

Never transforming into Phantom Danny

Dissection/Vivisection Danny

Eldritch Danny

Nobody knows Danny is Phantom

Crossovers

Confirmed Neurodivergents (for any dp character)

Confirmed LGBTQ+

Mentor Clockwork

New Master of Time (Danny becomes the new Father of time)

Cosmic Danny (Danny explores the Galaxy)

Deaged character

Please add in what I've missed

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #want to use info for a future poll #please add on what I missed #dp crossover

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dontbooatme · 1 year

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dp x bnha au

And if I ever did anything with this it'd be mostly Danny's POV, despite the focus in this post but..

Okay, hear me out:

Maddie Fenton is born into the world of bnha. She has a very rare quirk that's difficult to activate/has very specific requirements to activate: the ability to rip open portals into alternate dimensions. She activates it by accident and ends up lost in the Ghost Zone. She gets separated from the portal she made in some way shape or form, but it stays open. Maybe hostile ghosts show up and she runs, because she's young here. 7-8 probably. So she's lost in the zone--until she finds a natural portal into the dp universe.

And she ends up stuck in a world without quirks.

She grows up there, everything else about her history stays relatively the same. Except she has a new motivation for being obsessed with ghosts and the Ghost Zone and creating portals. Because she's only ever used her quirk once when she was in her world and she grew up the rest of the way without any form of quirk counseling she could have had in her first world.

And of course she's tried to use her quirk again. But it's fickle in the first place, and there are so many other universes than the one she looking for.

But veil between the dp verse and the Ghost Zone is thinner here in a way that's not true for her world. Natural portals open here without the help of a quirk. She's seen that. And the energy traces they leave behind after they close is something that can be studied.

So she turned to learning how to make a portal to the Ghost Zone through science.

But then she meets Jack and they ultimately end up having Jazz and Danny. And she's still desperate to build that portal. But now she has a stake in this world that she didn't have before.

She doesn't know what she's going to do when her and Jack's work is done. Take her family with her? Does she want to uproot their lives and move to a universe she hasn't been in since she was a kid? Has, probably, been pronounced dead in? Where her family won't have any documentation anywhere for any place under the sun? Does she just want the chance to see it before she slinks back to this world like an outcast?

She still ends up married to Jack, and they still have Jazz and Danny and her and Jack still end up successfully building a portal to the Ghost Zone when he's 14.

And Danny still has his accident.

But instead of coming out in the human world, he ends up trapped in the Zone. With an overloaded/exploded, non functional portal left behind in the lab.

Which leaves Maddie and Jack in the position of having to build the portal from scratch. Which takes time. But only after they collect the materials. Which also takes time and some of them aren't easy to get their hands on.

And of course, they first have to realize Danny's missing and why he's missing before they really get to work on rebuilding the portal.

And he happens across the very same portal Maddie created way back when.

Queue Danny, lost in Musutafu, unknowingly in a parallel to his mom's journey. And discovering he has a thing or two in common with this very strange world he's been dropped into. Quirks being one thing, when he figures out he had a quirk even before he had ghost powers. But cultural differences that are specific to the bnha verse and that Maddie brought back with her could be another. He just pops up into this world, maybe hesitant to backtrack into the zone because ghosts and definitely unlivable conditions, and he walks into town as a teenager with no knowledge of quirks and no control of the quirks he has. He.. causes a bit of a disturbance.

And queue a Madeline Fenton who's now more desperate than ever before to burst through the veil and get into the Ghost Zone.

Idk, this idea just hit me. There are definitely kinks to work out. Like where a gaping portal in bnha would have to be located so it isn't easy to find. Or how Danny ends up lost there despite a gaping portal back to the Zone. Maybe the issue is that the Fenton portal is what's not functional. So he has access to the Zone, but that's the cut off point. And he knows better than to trust the reliability of natural portals, due to his mom's research. And how much she stresses how dangerous they are. Unbeknownst to him, because she has personal experience on that front. Or smth idk yet

I think in this au Danny would originally have a regenerative/quick healing type of quirk. To explain why he had a seemingly quicker/easier recovery period than Vlad did after their accidents.

And maybe Jazz has a quirk too. But I think for this au they should both have quirks that are pretty subtle. Something that might make them weird in the dp verse, but something that doesn't set them apart too much. So when everything about the dimension hop/quirks come to light, everything about that revelation is a huge shock

Also the jumpsuits would probably be something Maddie treasures a lot. Something that feels familiar to her with the relation to pro hero costumes. Maybe she even had a parent who was a prohero. And the jumpsuit is the closest recreation she could make of the suit x parent wore. A suit that Danny now wears when he goes ghost.

Maddie got her quirk when she was younger, but she didn't activate it for the first time till she was 7-8 due to how fickle it is

And, obviously, we'd have to bring Kurogiri into this. Because, portals

Ooh, that would probably leave Danny wanting to seek out the league, Kurogiri specifically once he finds out theres someone else who can make portals. Whether or not Kurogiri would even be able to make portals to a different universe? That's a different story

#dp x bnha #danny phantom #bnha #mha #dp x mha #maddie fenton #crossover #boo tag #no idea who the parent is #im not a hige fan of ocs so i wouldnt want to just make one up #well #at least not if theyre super involved #and i dont know off the top of my head if theres a pro that fits the right qualifications

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emergency-plan · 2 years

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For the past few days, I have developed a minor addiction to playing Stray. Of course, the first thing my brain did upon developing this new hyperfixation is combine it with another. Thus, my Stray dp x dc au formed.

It begins with the Fentons capturing Phantom and dissecting him. They discover his core and put it in a tube of ectoplasm and seal it. Without the energy supplied by his core, Danny’s body turns back human, shocking his parents so much the accidentally drop his core through the open ghost portal, losing it to the ghost zone.

Through another portal, it ends up in a different dimension. It ends up passed through different hands, each worse than the last. It’s first considering an otherworldly battery, capable of powering thousands of homes, until eventually its icy properties are discovered. Eventually, it becomes the interest of some ice-based villains and they begin preparations to turn it into a weapon.

Around this time, the largest villain team up in history was taking place. They had take over a huge building in Gotham for whatever their plans are, and the Bats were planning to infiltrate. However, before they could, they’re ambushed by a magic user that makes them split up. The magic user decides to tail and capture Robin, turning him into a cat for easier containment.

To me Damian would definitely be a black cat with cute white paws and a spot on his nose. He’s a kid, so he would still be a kitten. He seems like the type who would have long hair for that regal look, but I remember how scraggly and wispy my long hair cat was when she was a kitten, and that would be even funnier.

When he wakes up as a cat in an enemy base, he decides he’s going to take them down single-handedly as revenge. After escaping from the cage he was in, he starts sneaking around until he notices lights flickering trying to guide him somewhere. He didn’t trust it, but something in his gut told him to follow

Danny’s core had been stuck in the tube for years at this point, and a bit of his consciousness was starting to return, sans memories. He could feel that he was being plugged into machines and power was being drawn from him, but he didn’t want to reveal that he was conscious to these people. They didn’t seem very trustworthy. He had reached out into the system and gained access to the cameras one time when no one was around. There he heard his captors mention capturing an enemy and putting him into a form he couldn’t escape as. He also saw a black and white kitten leaving behind a cage that looked forced open. Feeling for this potential ally, he reached out his ghostly influence and tried to lead him.

When Damian finds Mr. Freeze’s room, where Danny’s core was being kept, he found one of the prototype drones that the core was meant to power, model D, version 14, and hooked the tube of ectoplasm up to it. It didn’t have any programming yet, so Danny had no trouble taking over it with his ghostly influence.

I don’t have a solid design for D-14 down yet, but my original concept is for it to look a bit like a firefly with the tube as the part that glows.

After this, I don’t have much planned out yet. Damian and D-14 go through the base, finding clever and creative ways to defeat the villains and recover Danny’s memories. Maybe the base is in a tower and they have to work their way up, and at the top, Danny gets to see the stars as he remembers everything.

#dp x dc #damian #robin #danny phantom #stray au #stray dp x dc au #I am going insane

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goodfish-bowl · 2 years

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Too Dead for This

Ectoberhaunt Day 24: Past

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Summary: Things go sharply south after the "Disater-oid" incident. With the entire world being familiar with his face, and the GIW after him, Danny has been on the run for years. But after seven years, Danny stops running, and fights back. He dies for the second time that night. Danny Fenton wakes up in the body of his 14-year-old self, the day after the Accident.

Warnings: Violence in Self Defense, Phantom Planet compliant, Major Character Death

Words: 4381

Notes: Based on this au by @wheatsheep on expect I play more hurt the Danno for now. Perhaps. I've seen to have dug myself into a long-fic hole, so it's not going to be hurt the boy the entire time.

@ectoberhaunt

Danny knew he had awful luck; it was a proven fact. After the whole “Disater-oid” incident, keeping with the media trend of terrible names, he thought he might finally catch a break. Sure, his identity was out to the entire planet, and his face plastered all over every news outlet internationally, but they’d give him a break, right? Vlad wasn’t… around anymore, and the ghosts were actually leaving him alone to recuperate in their own way. He’d managed to save an entire planet, he needed to rest after pulling that off. He felt he deserved that much, at least. It’s not like they were building statues in his honor or anything. Sure, his parents were avoiding him (Jazz said they needed time to adjust), and no one on the news seemed to know how to react to the fact that ghosts were real, one had saved the earth, and said ghost was also a 15-year-old boy from Illinois.

But then there were news reporters seconds away from breaking into his house, and Danny actually had to stop one from trying to climb through his window. Sometimes he’d let one ask him a question from his window, or floating above them as Phantom, just to offer a few crumbs before they started making stuff up about him just to get something out there. He didn’t want another Inviso-Bill situation, especially internationally, and he had at least learned it was better to have a hand in the narrative than let it run wild without him. So no, he wasn’t getting much rest.

Sam and Tucker were also in their own form of social lockdown, which both of them took far more advantage of than he did. Tucker used it to score brownie points, and also got to talk to some big names in tech. Sam used the publicity to push her various causes and had developed an internet cult following overnight. Valerie took to it worse than he did, especially since she had developed a tendency to growl at the reporters if they tried to bother her at work, and nearly broke some tech-guy’s hand when he pushed too hard about her suit, leaving him little time to talk with them himself. The Nasty Burger was doing surprisingly well the past few days at least.

His parents decided to approach him sometime on day three. In short, it was awkward and uncomfortable, and Danny was infinitely thankful for Jazz’s ability to play interference. Danny had ended up spending most of that night trying to explain to his very confused parents that he really wasn’t possessed, hadn’t taken place of their son, did not have any evil influence affecting his every waking moment due to being a ghost, he had actually wanted to do the things he did (mostly), and clearing up any other miscellaneous misconceptions that came up. Jazz was probably the only reason it didn’t devolve into shouting or Danny getting jumped by his own parents and dragged into the lab. He just hoped some of it stuck with them, so he wouldn’t have to explain it again. The hardest part was when his parents asked if he had really died. That of course wasn’t something he really wanted to go over, but he told them all he could about the day in the lab. It seemed to pain them as much as it did him to go over it.

By day four, Danny was sure he could actually start to catch a break. His parents were talking to him (mostly ghost questions), and the news reporters had all miraculously disappeared sometimes late the night before. But he also hadn’t heard much from any of his friends either, just a partially concerned call from Mr. Lancer who wanted to talk to him about accommodations and making up schoolwork over the summer, tacked on to a ‘thank you for saving the world’ and an offer to talk whenever he needed it. Which was nice, but Danny wasn’t so sure Mr. Lancer was equipped to handle even half of his problems, even if he did appreciate the gesture.

Then, that afternoon, it all went to shit. The GIW rolled up to his house and demanded his parents hand him over to their custody. They cited the Anti-Ecto Acts and everything, and suddenly the lack of reporters made sense. The news reported had been chased off by the government. They didn’t want the public to know that they were going after his head. His parents confronted them, while Danny watched from the window. The answer was a resounding ‘no,’ and the GIW didn’t take it well.

Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Jazz had planned if things ever went south, but most of that plan depended on all of them being available. None of them except Jazz now were, but he had to make do. So, he took off, without the money from Sam or way to get in contact from Tucker. Jazz provided the cover and distraction for him to sneak through the perimeter the GIW had set up around his house. It was a close thing, and Danny had to stay human to keep him from pinging on their equipment, along with limited power use. It didn’t help that he was still exhausted, but he had no choice. He had to leave.

And so, Danny fled, and kept running. The entire world knew his face, so he couldn’t find any reprieve either. The GIW’s newest slander campaign was doing its damnest to make him a villain, and while that wasn’t very successful, everyone knew he was on the run. The news fought back, and there had been a reporter near his house anyways and had managed to catch part of the confrontation. He became more intensely nocturnal to avoid people, sleeping in empty hotel rooms during the day, and sneaking around at night. He stole food he needed during the night as well, but only from places he knew wouldn’t miss it. He could get into libraries and cafés to send out an email to Sam, Tucker and Jazz, but those messages were few and far between, and he was never able to get a message back.

The GIW were always on his tail, in some sort of twisted game of cat and mouse. They followed him all across the country, from the big cities to the boonies. Anytime he transformed, he knew he set off their alarms, and his only hope was leave faster than they could get to him. He couldn’t not transform either, he was still recognizable, and someone ended up tipping them off after a time anyway. He didn’t dare return to Amity or anywhere near there. It was too dangerous to both him and those he cared about. It was better to be constantly on the move.

Danny did get his few moments of rest. There was a nice couple in New York who hid him for a while, though he only suspected they did it due to their lost nephew. He also found his way to Aunt Alicia in Spittoon and had managed to hole up there for a good couple month. The people there were protective of their own, and when the GIW came knocking, they fought tooth and nail to buy him time to escape. There were less GIW agents after that. Another small town in Oregon had the GIW chasing their own tail more often not, until some of the locals decided he was too suspicious and chased him out themselves.

Danny fled to Canada for a while, and honestly should’ve stayed there. But it was harder to survive on the move since he didn’t know how to get food in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, even if it was the best hiding spot he found. He would have to venture into a settlement of some kind eventually. He had considered going more abroad to hide, where the US government couldn’t both him, but he didn’t think he could make it over the ocean on his own and didn’t feel like hiding in a place so close to people such as a plane or a boat for an extended period of time longer than an hour. It was too risky.

As for the ghosts, Danny would find one every now and again. He didn’t fight them, and they didn’t try to start anything with him. These encounters were brief, mostly to exchange news since the ghosts didn’t want to associate with him either. Danny never really did check the news himself anyway. His mental state was fragile enough without hearing the GIW blasting ads about what an awful being he was.

It was… lonely, especially once Danny found the rhythm to moving around and his days shifted from intensely stressful to more monotonous. He was too recognizable to be anonymous, and with the GIW chasing after him, no one wanted to get caught in the cross-fire, no matter who he was and what he had done. It had been years since he had seen his friends, only sending the occasional email when he could, and even then, those had become less detail oriented, more like personal journal entries. He wondered if there was anyone other than the GIW still looking for him. It had started to feel like his only hope was to just keep moving until the GIW eventually gave up.

But by year five, it didn’t seem likely, and the GIW were getting closer to catching him every time Danny took a chance or didn’t get out soon enough. They’re weapons were getting better, while they agents themselves got more skilled. But Danny had gotten a lot stronger himself, now that he was an adult. His powers were off the charts, at least he thought so. He hadn’t checked in so long, he no longer had a full bearing on what he was capable of. But he did get really good at hiding and using his powers while in human form. Danny was pretty sure he could completely hide his ectosignature if he needed to at this point.

Danny had just turned twenty-two when it all went further downhill. The slander campaign reached a peak, and now normal humans were gunning for his head, with the media finally backing off of his defense for some reason. He had been camping out in the woods for the day, sleeping far too high in a tree. Someone had spotted him, and the GIW swarmed that small town like nothing else he had even seen. They had new weapons. Ones that looked distinctly FentonWorks in design. They hurt, in more ways than one. Two agents found his tree and shot at him before he could fully wake up.

“Where did you get those?” Danny spat.

The agent snarled, “what? You didn’t think your parents would sell you out, freak? I was honestly surprised it took this long for them to crack, those failures of ectoscientists.”

“What did you do?” Danny hissed, his unused powers boiling under his skin, begging to bet let out.

The other agent laughed at him. “Got rid of those fools years ago! It only took us so long to get our hands on their tech because they tried damn hard to hide their more interesting inventions from us. They tried to protect you, even in death. How pathetic.”

Danny stopped running at that point. After seven years of it, he was tired, and decided in that moment, he had given up on waiting it out. No. His parents were gone, and he had no idea if his sister and friends were okay either. He halted in his tracks and snapped around, switching his tune completely. He was tired of being hunted; it was time to try to opposite to see if that worked instead. Those two agents never left the forest that day.

Cat and mouse became a different game. Danny would wage guerrilla warfare on the GIW, while they, in-turn, hunted him endlessly. Neither of them would relent, and neither would leave that small town as long as the other was there. So that small town in North Dakota became a battle ground. He should’ve felt bad about hurting the GIW, they were just human after all, but after all those years living in fear, Danny didn’t hesitate to strike down an agent. It was a ‘them or him’ situation. And they had killed his parents. It was a clear-cut decision from his perspective.

After so long without being on the offensive, Danny felt like the ectoblasts were burning through his hand, along with whatever he had managed to hit. They were much stronger than he remembered, and his ice came out more freely than it ever had before, but was that much more difficult to reign in. Between his lack of control and the GIW general indifference to collateral damage. That small town somewhere in North Dakota was nearly leveled in the process. He did feel bad about displacing the people that had lived there and hoped somewhere in the back of his head that they had all managed to get out safely.

But Danny could only keep up so long. There was one of him, and hundreds of them. They had managed to get more than a few lucky shots. Danny was littered with holes that burned, and it sapped his strength. But he ground his teeth and pushed through it. Then, it was no longer about survival; he wasn’t going to last much longer either way. He wasn’t going to get to finish growing up, or any of that. He knew what lied ahead of him. Danny was going to take those bastards with him on his way to hell.

Danny stood in the middle of the carnage, right out in the open. He let them fire first, but then unleashed carnage. His wail ripped from his throat, decimating what little infrastructure was left, full of grief and rage. He fired blasts after blast and encased the entire town in an early winter. He fought tooth and nail, hitting with as much strength as he could muster, tanking more hits than he blocked or dodged. He could almost see how Dan had taken comfort in the absolutely violence he wrought. But this was difference than mindless slaughter, he was more of a cornered animal than predator. He only stopped when the agents did, deep into the night. They didn’t come back with reinforcements in another wave, if they even had any left in this this horrible, small town in the middle of nowhere.

Danny collapsed, felt himself switch back, and bleed out in the middle of it all. At least he could see the stars, even if he would never reach.

Danny awoke with a choked gasp, clutching the sheets and whipping his head around wildly, confusion fogging up his mind. His entire body ached and burned, and his grip on his powers was slippery at best.

Danny awoke in a bed, a familiar one, and that was the first thing he noticed that was wrong. He was in a room, his room, that he hadn’t seen in years. All of his models and posters perfectly in place, just as he remembered, even the ones that had suffered since he had gotten his powers. But his room didn’t have the small stains that at had built up on the carpet from when he would sit on the ground to patch himself up. His sheets were untouched by small burns from ectoblasts set off by nightmares. It was like nothing bad had ever happened, but Danny could feel his powers, dancing in an uncertain flux under his skin. They hadn’t been this unstable since he had first gotten them.

As Danny shook the sleep from his head, the scenery didn’t change, and neither did his memories of the past seven years. It was distinctively not a dream, but here he was, in his own room, after what he knew had been his second meeting with death. Danny climbed out of his bed, and immediately wobbled on his feet. He should be taller than this, and the sudden height change threw him for a loop. He stumbled and wavered on his now too-short legs out of his room, across the hall, and practically crashed into the door of the bathroom when his intangibility refused to cooperate.

The face staring back at him was his own, but not the one Danny had come to know. This one was still padded by baby fat, eyes wide, flesh unscarred by anything other than the bright red Lichtenburg shooting up from the collar or his pajamas. It was seven years too young to be the face he had come to know as his own. Danny swayed and crashed to the bathroom floor. There was a shout from someone else in house. He was fourteen again, just after the accident that had taken his life from him. The past seven years were gone. Danny shuffled himself over the toilet and hurled.

The door opened and he was embraced. Danny stiffened and looked over his shoulder to see bright red hair and teal eyes he hadn’t seen since he had left. Jazz gave him a worried look.

“Danny? Are you okay? You don’t have to go to school if you don’t feel up to it. I’m sure we can convince mom and dad to call you in sick, especially after what happened yesterday. You need the rest, even if it is your first day of high school.”

“Jazz,” Danny whined, his eyes filling with tears. He sunk further into her embrace.

“Oh, Danny…” Jazz said gently, embracing him tightly.

Danny let himself cry and be led back into his room and back into his bed, taking any comfort he could get. Jazz planted a small kiss on his brow before giving him another soft, worried smile.

“I’ll talk to mom and dad. You just focus on getting better, okay?”

Danny nodded, tears blurring his vision as he watched Jazz walk away and out of his room, shutting the door gently behind him. As soon as the lock clicked, he broke down, choking on his own sobs so that no one would hear. He hadn’t cried in years, there had been no time, but now his jumbled mind couldn’t think of anything else to do. His eyes flares with his surge in emotions and he screwed them shut. He was all they way back at the beginning of everything, but a day too late to stop it all. He was already dead, but still too weak and unsteady to be of any use. Was this even a second chance? He could be hallucinating it all, or it could be some sort of twisted joke.

Danny took a deep breath to prevent himself from hyperventilating and grounded himself by focusing on the near-silent hum of his core. It was hard to pick out, which helped him focus in its own way. Last time, he hadn’t noticed until he was already on the run, but now he could feel his core steadily forming and solidifying in his chest after being used to a fully-developed one for so long. This one was still too fresh and fragile, smaller than he was used to. Danny curled up on himself and made a keening noise his throat wasn’t yet equipped to make.

Danny let the exhaustion sink deeper into his bones, which ached, and he fell into an unsteady sleep.

Danny awoke to the unfamiliar sound of a cell phone. It had been ringing for the past several minutes, forcefully dragging him from his slumber. It took his mind a couple second to catch up to his current situation. It had been hours since he had fallen asleep, apparently, now early afternoon instead of morning. He grabbed the distantly familiar device and struggled to remember his passcode, before figuring it out after a minute of trial and error.

His cell was full of messages from both Sam and Tucker throughout the day, asking him where he was. Danny noticed the messages seemed to get more worried as the day went on. It made sense that they’d be concerned. He had died yesterday, after all. He responded simply and truthfully, with the fact that he’d been allowed to stay home and had been asleep. Their responses were immediate, asking if he was okay and if they could come over.

At the thought of seeing Sam and Tucker, Danny froze. Jazz hadn’t picked up anything different with him, and Danny hadn’t really been acting his (mental) age, but it was possible that either of them could pick up the sudden change. Sam had always been an extremely critical person, and Tucker had known his for so long he new every last one of Danny’s quirks, which had drastically changed over the past seven years. He could be spotted immediately.

Danny could always just tell them. It would be better than lying and pretending, but he wasn’t sure if they’d believe him. They weren’t the same Sam and Tucker he knew, not really. These ones didn’t have the experiences his did. No ghost fights, no possessions, no time travel. They had yet to go through the rough experiences that would follow in the next two years. He wasn’t even sure if he should drag them into all of this ghost business again, but he knew them better than that. They already knew he was a ghost; he wouldn’t be able to stop them from at least helping out.

Danny sent a text back out to the two that he was still really tired and wanted to continue resting. He was fine. It was a lie, but it would be a small one. It was a lie to buy time. Danny went and dragged himself out of bed, and stretched out his hands, trying to get used to them again. The dissonance was still there, but nearly as bad as it had been that morning. It was worse when he overshadowed someone.

Danny’s desk wasn’t the absolute mess it always became during the school season, so it was pretty easy to find a composition book that had been bought for the upcoming term. It gave it a nondescript title, ‘Future Plans.’ It took him hours, and his hand cramped up more often than not, probably from the nerve damage his ghost half had yet to fully repair, and not from no writing anything in years like his mind suppled, even if holding a pen felt foreign to him.

Danny wrote it all down, messily scribbled down in Esperanto. He jotted down everything he could remember, starting from his accident and continuing on over the years, but mostly just until he left. He wrote down what he felt were the causes of certain things in retrospect, and some events he hadn’t known about until long after they happened. He didn’t want to forget anything, or struggle to recall anything in the heat of the moment. If he could stop the worst of it all from happening, then he would consider it a resounding victory.

Danny’s pen stopped in the middle of a phrase. He knew better than to meddle, didn’t he? He had messed with the past before and he knew exactly where they would get him. He wanted things to change, all of the stuff from this point forward, other than certain things he needed to happen, he wanted to alter, but should he?

Danny set the pen down and tried to rub the pain out of his hand, only cramping it further. He let out a low groan. If his parents weren’t in the lab, he could’ve tried to get to Clockwork. He had to know about what was going on and could even be the reason Danny had ‘Returned to Go’ in the first place. But with the portal being newly opened, his parents would be holed up in there for the next week, just like last time.

That brought it into question on if he could even handle the Ghost Zone at this point. He had no control over his own powers, and his core was underdeveloped. It would probably help him stabilize to be in such an ectoplasm-saturated environment, but people would notice is he was gone, especially if he didn’t have anyone to cover for him. No, he couldn’t go to the Long Now yet, but that didn’t write off going into the Ghost Zone in general.

Danny went back to writing, finishing up what had to be the story of what had been the first two years of his life as a ghost in messy, Esperanto-shorthand. It was completely indecipherable to anyone else. Perfect. Danny flipped the book to the back, then upside down, and began again. This time, constantly referencing what he had already written in the first three-quarters of the notebook, Danny started making plans to counter the big bad events and possibly turn things in his favor, sorting events into preventable, unpreventable, and need-to-happen. This time, he had the advantage of information and experience, something he sorely lacked the first time around. He needed to make sure he put them both to good use, both to make some of his battles easier, and to possibly prevent them altogether. He had about a month before the first thing he wanted to change occurred, so that was what he dedicated most of his time to, ironing out all the details he could. It would be great if he could pull this off without getting slammed through a few walls.

Danny had about a month before the larger ghosts started coming through, and about two weeks before the smaller ones learned of the portal’s existence. He had a few good weeks to get his powers under control, now that he knew what he should be capable of. Danny wondered if he could change the time frame and get stronger faster. He would need to be stronger, and more cautious than before.

Danny had a month before Sam inevitably decided to change the school’s menu, and the Lunch Lady appeared in retaliation. He just hoped he would be ready in time.

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #eh order #day 24 #past #goodfish writes #phantom planet is an interesting problem to work around if used #this is the last thing I'm doing for ectoberhaunt22 was nice knowing ya #i spat this out so hard and fast i need more caffine #cw violence #character death #time travel fix-it #don't see a lot of those for dp imo #lets fix that

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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What if even though Danny Fenton could grow and change physically, Danny Phantom didn’t?

Imagine you’re a ghost and you come across the infamous half-ghost. He’s tall, well muscled, covered in scars with body language that says he could take you down bare handed. But then he transforms into his ghost form and he becomes a 5′1″ shrimp with noodle arms and legs holding up his fists like ‘square up, motherfucker’.

#danny phantom #back on my bullshit #Im just so amused by like 6'3" fenton being this intimidating figure #and he changes into phantom who's forever stuck as a skinny 14 year old #his power is no illusion #he can still kick your ass 9 ways to sunday #but the dichotomy between the two forms...#helps with the old secret identity #also if we want to get more serious and angsy (of we do we're phans)#Phantom has Fentons knowledge and memories #but still carries a lot of the attitude of his 14 year old sel #in a way hes a perfect capture of the younger danny #he finds himself scoffing and rolling eyes how he used to #30 year old sam and tucker find it a little unnerving #its like Phantom really is young Danny's ghost

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tachvintlogic · 2 years

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Should Danny age?

Yes. If he's alive.

His regenerative ability likely comes from the same mechanism that lets ghosts dictate their form, taking cues from his human half's shape (since ectoplasm seems pretty malleable while connective tissue is less so). While his human half's cells don't remember that new wound is where an arm used to be and just want to cover it up, his ghost half does and directs healing to restore the arm. Ectoplasm acts as scaffolding for the cells to adhere to as the wound heals. Restored limbs may be made entirely out of ectoplasm initially until his cells repopulate the limb, giving the appearance of being fully healed even when he isn't.

Now, if this gives Danny functional immortality, then it likely prevents his telomeres from degrading, letting his cells create perfect DNA copies without those cells being cancer. Degradation associated with aging doesn't happen, but development related to age shouldn't be affected.

Age related development like puberty, height gain, brain changes, etc. are controlled by hormones. All that stuff theoretically shouldn't be affected as long as his hormone glands are functioning. Danny should age normally and then once he's an adult he just never looks a day over 30.

(I looked for any research papers to see if telomere length affects puberty onset and didn't find anything compelling. Even if it did, he's likely already started puberty so I assume he'll be fine. Even if it is a problem, a doctor could prescribe him puberty hormones. So long as his body functions this is a solvable problem.)

Now what about his ghost half? Could it be stuck at 14? Well... if his human body isn't sent to a pocket dimension or destroyed when he transforms, then no. I see the transformation as his core saturating the body with ectoplasm, so his ghost form can't really deviate that much from his human body. His organs and bones may be more flexible in ghost form, but he still needs to be able to put himself back together when he transforms back. His human half needs to fit inside his ghost form, so they shouldn't age at different rates. In TUE we see that ghosts can change form over time, so the ghost half should be able to age with his human half.

In conclusion, it only makes sense for Danny to stop aging if the glands and organs responsible for development aren't working, which to me implies his human body's not alive. It could be perfectly preserved or slowly rotting around him, depending on what his gut bacteria are doing. But then he isn't really a half-ghost, is he? He'd be a full ghost piloting his own corpse.

But you know who IS a full ghost piloting his own corpse?

Dan.

[Image Description: A gif of Dark Danny/Dan Phantom transforming into a human disguise that looks exactly like Danny's human form. Danny is standing on the left, and his expression goes from angry to shocked when Dan transforms.]

Dan is a full ghost, no human half to speak of, so how can Dan have a "human" form? It's actually quite simple. I propose that his "human half" is the corpse of his timeline's Danny Fenton. He doesn't look like he's aged a day because he hasn't. I don't think full human Danny could survive for long, so Dan might've stuffed the corpse back in himself (or stuffed himself into the corpse) in an attempt to reclaim it and become half human again, but...

It didn't work. Whether partial or full death, you can't go back.

So Dan has a corpse/dead tissue just... hanging out. Inside his body.

From this we can hypothesize ectoplasm is antibacterial, since TUE's Fenton's gut bacteria didn't start chowing down the moment he expired. This could mean Danny's gut is sterile, and ectoplasm takes their role in digestion. Alternatively, ectoplasm never makes it to the large intestine and his gut bacteria are just fine. Ectoplasm's bactericidal nature is only a problem if anything tries to eat his tissues.

Ectoplasm is also very good at preserving organic tissue, since corpses decompose to some extent without bacterial involvement. It's probably related to Danny's regenerative abilities, so they still work even if his body isn't... well... functioning anymore.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #headcanons #dan phantom #tw talking about corpses #ghost biology

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Fenton Fact

Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.

Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.

Danny let his eyes drift shut.

“Sup loner, room for one more?”

Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.

“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”

“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”

Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.

Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”

“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”

“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”

“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”

“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”

A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.

“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”

“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”

“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”

“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”

“So why the roof?”

“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”

“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”

Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.

“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.

“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.

Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”

“…Nah.”

Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.

“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”

“Oh, are they?”

“Danny. You knew that.”

“Maybe.”

“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”

“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”

“You’re unfortunately right.”

“Phantom Phacts?”

“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”

“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”

“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”

“Fair.”

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.

“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”

“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”

“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”

“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”

Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”

“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”

“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”

“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”

“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”

“And why didn’t you want to?”

“It just didn’t really feel right.”

“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”

“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”

“So then what is it?”

Danny took a moment to answer.

“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”

“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”

Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”

Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”

Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”

Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”

A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.

“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”

“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”

Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”

“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”

“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”

Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”

“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”

“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”

“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”

“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”

“You just said ‘box’ though.”

“I did say ‘box’.”

“Box.”

Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”

“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”

“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”

“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”

“Every time.” Sam nodded.

"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"

"All the better."

"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"

“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”

Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”

“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”

“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”

“You’re not private capital.”

“Then what am I?”

“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”

“I can fly.”

“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”

“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”

“Is that a Phantom Phact?”

Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”

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