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A small headcanon:
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That Powerloader actually does have a proper hero costume with a shirt made of actual protective material.
BUT he doesn’t like wearing it bc it’s an uncomfy material and also he grew out of it and still has not gone to get it re-fitted. So it’s just incredibly small now.
It’s been years.
Bonus ectoloader doodle bc of course:
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After trying it on while it’s too small, it’s probably a little tricky to get it back off.
Don’t worry, Higari, he’ll gladly help you :)
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The Smell of Home
Damian had noticed the new student in his school.
Not because he was new or how he looked
no, not any of the usual reasons someone would grab peoples attention.
Weirdly enough it was his scent, which was really weird. He usually didn't take notice of how people smell besides the usual just like anyone else.
But something about the smell that seemed to emanate from this new student who he had learned his name was Danny Fenton, just would not leave his mind.
He knew the smell but couldn't remember from where and it was just at the tip of his tongue, it was driving him crazy.
His family seemed to notice him become more irritable from usual.
But not around Fenton, he seemed to unconsciously calm down in his presence, which just made him suspicious and more irritated.
It wasn't until he woke up from a dream of memories from when he was little and still living with his mom that he realized what he was smelling.
The Lazarus Pits.
He grew up with that smell, it used to hang around the entire area and buildings.
He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had smelled it
He unconsciously related it to the smell of his childhood home.
But why would this random boy give off that very same odor?
Some investigating needed to be done.
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Danny had noticed one of his classmates a boy he learned was called Damian seemed to act ...odd?
But only around him it seemed
With everyone else he was normal if a bit cold.
He would seem to relax an then suddenly tense up and send him a suspicious glare.
Also he was pretty sure that the boy seemed to be sniffing him?
Did he smell bad or something?
Why was he the only one who he seemed to act weird with.
Oh God, maybe he thought the smell of ecto was weird?
But that's not something he could control and most people never even seemed to notice the smell of ecto he produced since he became a halfa.
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Damian glaring at Danny every time he realizes he's relaxed
Danny: "What did I do!?"
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Batfam notices Damian being extra grouchy :" Ah, he's going through his rebellious phase"
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Danny: "Did you just sniff mE!"
Damian: *scoff* "Don't be absurd"
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Damian stealing Danny's clothes to analyze
Danny: " Who keeps taking my stuff?!"
Batfam: "Damian we know you're growing and experiencing new things, but stealing the things especially clothes from your crush is crossing boundaries"
Damian: "This is a misunderstanding, I don't have a crush on anyone!"
Bruce: "Son I think it's time I give you 'The Talk TM', I have an entire slideshow and docume-"
Damian: "This family is a nightmare!"
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Just an Idea
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deadsetobsessions · 4 months
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Tim Drake had a lot of free time.
In between the time little Timmy was deemed old enough to not need a nanny and his ninth birthday when he got his first film camera, Tim Drake had so much time after school to explore his big, empty house. And so he did, hours upon hours were spent exploring his house.
Mansion, Tim corrects himself. His house isn’t a house. It’s an abandoned mausoleum disguised as a mansion. He intimately knows every creak of the floorboards in the out of the way galleries, every heavy weight curtain shut closed so what little sun that makes it way through Gotham’s gloom is reflected in order to protect the artifacts stored within the walls. Tim probably knows the exact amount of fleur-de-lys on the fourth sitting room’s wall paper- by extrapolation from preexisting data and personal data collection. Basically, he laid on the floor and counted.
Tim had a lot of time. He also had a lot of artifacts to pore over, making stories as he goes and double checking the actual history of the object.
Tim thinks he’s an artifact, almost. To his parents, at least. A child, a thing, they collected at one point in their lives and put on display at the galas they deem worthy to return to Gotham for. Perhaps he’s worth even less, had his parents bothered to look at him more than the lesser art pieces in their storage-mansion. The story everyone knows about him is prerecorded by people who weren’t really there.
Regardless, Tim Drake knows every single corner of his prison mansion. He’s catalogued everything, after all, on a nice spreadsheet. 
And that’s why, as he entered the fifth- and least used- guest bedroom, Tim’s attention immediately cut to the wrong bit of detail. Eyes flickering between the indent on the bed, the mussed- but not terribly dirty- state of the sheets, Tim slowly backed towards the door. His eyes fixed on the spot on the bed, he called out a soft “hello?”
He immediately cringed. He’s not an amateur, and that little “hello” was a mistake that might get him killed.
Tim trembled as the panic set in, tears pooling at his eyes. He wished Batman and Robin were here, they’d know how to-
There’s something appearing on the bed. Tim Drake stares as a glowing figure with white, wispy hair and a black hazmat suit appeared sitting cross crossed on the guest bed. His gloved hands were held out in the universal I-mean-no-harm gesture.
“Don’t- don’t panic!” The thing said, looking rather panicked itself. “I’m, uh, Phantom.”
Tim Drake’s curiosity and mystery-solving mindset slammed down on the toddler’s mind, quickly banishing the fear and panick in favor of interrogating this new, exciting thing.
“I’m Tim. Are you…” Tim frowns, wishing he had Batman’s intimidating growl. “A ghost?”
“Got it in one, kiddo. I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything! I just wanted to rest.”
Tim blinked. He decided right then and there that he likes this person. This… Phantom. If his trust was based on the fact that the loneliness was worse than a dead person, no, it wasn’t.
“I thought you sleep when you’re dead..?”
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Danny stared at the child in front of him, watching the kid- Tim- pout at something. Danny is distracted from the staples holding his ghostly guts from falling out of his non-consensual vivisection when the kid asks him if he’s a ghost.
“Got it in one, kiddo!” Oo, he should tone down the energy. Danny’s too tired right now to maintain that level when speaking to Tim. Now, gotta reassure the kid he means no harm before he reports Danny’s presence to whatever authorities around.
His parents, at best. The cops, at worst.
“I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything!” He could tell he landed in some richie rich mansion by the opulent decorations in a seemingly impersonal room alone. “I just wanted to rest.”
Ancients, that had been more honest than he’d wanted. He really was out of it.
“I thought you sleep when you’re dead?”
Danny snorted.
“Yeah, but you can almost never have enough sleep, you know?”
The toddler looks unsure but nods anyways.
“Listen, would you… not tell anyone that I’m here? I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.
Tim looks like a smart kid. There’s no way he’d fall for-
“Okay.” He fell for it. Danny blinked, stupefied. “My parents won’t be home for a while.”
“What.”
Tim shrugged. “You can stay. The housekeeper is only around a couple of days.”
“You… are you supposed to tell me that?”
Tim sent him a derisive look, clearly bolder now that Danny made no moves to hurt him.
On his cherubic but skinny face, the effect is both adorable and absolutely devastating.
“You’re hurt.” Tim fidgeted with his hands. “I can… I can get you water…?”
His core purred.
“Please. Thanks… Tim?”
The kid beamed at him and left.
Crap. New fraid member it is.
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Danny, naive: “Surely him trusting strangers is just a one time thing, he’s so well behaved”
Tim, staring Danny in the eyes as he jumps out of the window to go stalk his vigilantes: “I’m gonna go take a walk in Crime Alley”
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Tim gets Danny water, but it’s tap water from Gotham and is infected with both an ungodly amount of toxins (that doesn’t affect either of them bc one’s dead and the other had been chugging it since they were a baby- Gothamites get bottled water or from Wayne Foundation’s Clean Water Stations) and also like trace amounts of ectoplasm.
Danny: woah this is so healthy water!
Tim, pleased because Danny ruffled his hair: yes, I’m perfect
The rest of Gotham, if they knew: making warding sigils against these two eldritch gods
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Basically, Danny gets attached and stays mostly because of said attachment but also Danny could see Tim’s budding world dictator tendencies and went yeah gotta curb that
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icedghostlatte-art · 3 months
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Commission for @flesh-eating-necroromancer
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cactuschewinggum · 5 months
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Tastes like ☆🅱️attery acid and vanilla ☆
This honestly started as a glass practice and here we are...
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justaphantomhuman · 5 days
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mybrainisoveractive · 7 months
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I have just 1 dp x dc idea that have been bouncing around like a DVD logo screensaver and everytime it hits a corner, it reminds me that it's there.
The idea: what if the Lazarus Pits contains RAW UNFILTERED ectoplasm like not corrupted but just ... raw. (Maybe that's why Jason has very strong emotions) Oh and it attracts all ecto-beings including ((1) Danny Fenton/Phantom) like bees to nectar.
The more developed idea: Danny on a school trip to got ham. Sees Red Hood, then goes feral and stalkerish, basically just absorbing and filtering the very concentrated and raw ectoplasm whenever he gets close to Jason/Red Hood(Danny be like: yum-need-want moremoremore gimme)
Sam and Tucker knows what's going on, they can feel it , the instinct to go-go-go-go-find-find-find the source of energy (practically radiating everywhere!) but not as strong as poor Danny. They're now just chasing after (1) feral gremlin boi after some yum-yum energy (or maybe just maybe they encourage it cause why not the CHAOS)
The batfam is just there like NEW CHILD!!! Now Jason suffers from one stalkerish child ( until Danny calms down but they don't know that it's not permanent )
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halfa-failure · 2 months
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huh
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neurotraum · 6 months
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Gifs in full quality were too heavy for tumblr but there is something in these compressed you know
video with sound good quality and whatever
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ovytia-art · 7 months
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Danny Phantom fics in a nutshell:
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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months
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Metahumans are just Liminals
So! As far as I know, Metahumans get their powers because they have Nth Metal in their DNA (I think? It might be a single continuity thing).
But what if Nth Metal is just Solidified Ectoplasm?
Metahumans are just a different Brand of Liminal. They get their powers from Metalic Ectoplasm in their DNA rather than Pure Ectoplasm in their Soul. As such, their powers are much more based on their Genetics rather than their Obsessions.
A Metahuman is more likely to have children who share the same power. It is Passed On through their DNA, and as such it may not actually fit the users Personality. The upside is that the Power is usually stronger than normal.
A Liminal will get their powers from their Soul. Whatever fits their Obsession the best is what they will get. The downside is that their power is weaker than a Metahumans abilities.
A Ghost is the perfect combination of the Two.
They have a Core made of Metalic Ectoplasm, and a Soul made of Pure Ectoplasm. They have the Power of a Metahuman, and the Fitting Nature of Liminals.
Side Note: Halfas are kind of an even better version of that? They have the Metalic Core, the Pure Ecto Soul, and the Body of a Human to contain the Power.
Thoughts?
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Ecto-Cream
You know how a lot of people use Vix-Vaporub a lot and just slather it on everywhere when you are sick or hurt, to the point it kinda became a meme?
Oh, you have anxiety? Here put on some Vix-Vaporub!
You broke a bone? Have some Vix-Vaporub!
Have stage 4 cancer? Vix-vaporub!
That!, but what if it was ecto?
The Fenton's invented it and it actually works! A little too well to be honest.
The memes? To Amity Parker's, not memes totally legit.
Suddenly they have the cure for everything with just this 'simple' cream
Now imagine Danny goes to Gotham for University or an internship, and the people around just witnessed him getting Jocker Gassed, totally freaking out right?
and Danny?
He just casually takes out this bright somehow green glowing cream from his pocket and starts rubbing it on his nose and chest, and is somehow fine!?
What the hell?!
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Just an Idea
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undercookedcatgut · 24 days
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It was bring an electrical appliance from home day. No one is quite sure how this day came to be an annual thing but no one's died — yet. Enter: Danny 'I don't know what acceptable human standards are at this point' Fenton.
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sparki3poptart · 8 months
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Teacher dorm room things
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playedcrowd5610 · 1 year
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Danny Phantom Orb Gif
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justaphantomhuman · 5 months
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ECTO-IMPLOSION 2023 ART!!
Danny: Blob Ghost Supreme
au where danny straight up turns into a blob ghost every time he transforms.
he fights by being adorable... or does he... find out from @dragonsdomain's fic!!
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