#Ecto acne

[dp-references]

Vlad Masters

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

@ectoberhaunt If Ecto Acne was also a term for when a ghost’s mortal disguise is beginning to break down and their ghostly traits begin to break out. Unfortunately for Spectra, she often experiences this when she doesn’t have enough energy. It’s not pretty😬

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[hauntedvocalsenthusiast]

Ectoberweek Day 6 | Ecto-Acne

Goddamnit Danny your bfs and gf got ecto-acned (again)

[feline-gal]

Hmm, don't think Clearasil's gonna help much with That.

[die-andere-welt94]

„I don’t get it“, Danny mumbled, looking up from the check to the large building in front of him, “seeing how rich Vlad is, shouldn’t he be done paying hospital bills by now?”

“Probably. That’s why you should be careful”, Sam replied from the other side of the phone call, “it could be a trap for all we know.”

“I honestly don’t think so, Sam”, Danny answered, entering the fancy hospital and made his way over to the reception, “you should have seen him when he last visited us. He literally couldn’t hold himself together and begged me to lie to my parents, that he is on a two weeks trip in Hawaii, before he… poofed up.”

“He sent in a duplicate?”

“Apparently. And the Vlad I met at his mansion afterwards was nothing but an AI controlled hologram. That guy was quite convincing, but the fact he couldn’t keep me out his office? Yeah, Vlad is missing at this worries me.”

“Actually, me too. Who knows what he’s doing while out of sight…”

“Well. Hopefully, the receptionist might know something. Such huge monthly payments hardly get ignored.”

“Good luck then. And be careful.”

“Thanks. I will be. Bye.”

Danny hung up and smiled at the receptionist who just finished something on her computer before looking up.

“May I help you, young man?”

“H-Hi”, Danny started, awkwardly fumbling with the check in his hands while trying to ask about Vlad. Now thinking of it, he probably should have planned his investigation tactics sooner.

Seeing that the elderly woman started to frown at his seventh attempt at questioning, Danny stopped his babbling and took a deep breath.

He held out the check to the woman and began to speak carefully.

“I have this check addressed to this hospital by Vladco and I was wondering, if you or your colleagues happen to know about Vlad Masters’ current whereabouts?”

Her eyes went wide.

“Ex…excuse me. Could you repeat the last part?”

Danny leaned slightly over the reception towards the woman, “do you or your colleagues happen to know about Vlad Masters’ current whereabouts?”

“Are you here to visit him?” she asked, clearly overwhelmed by his presence somehow.

“If he’s here, then yes”, Danny answered with a shrug, not really knowing how to act to such strange behavior.

The receptionist stumbled over to her phone, quickly slamming some numbers in before hissing at the phone.

Excited shouts from the other line were heard before the woman started to hiss back some information and slammed the phone down.

“Mr. Masters’ room is on the 12th floor. Ms. Robinson will take you there.”

A young woman appeared right behind Danny, smiling stiffly. She seemed to suppress her excitement as much as the receptionist, but failing to do so as well.

Danny tried to act unbothered by it.

What was going on?

Standing in the elevator, Ms. Robinson tried to make conversation, asking about his relationship with Mr. Masters and how they met.

“He and my parents where old college friends”, Danny answered, expecting her to ask further but was met with a… disappointed frown?

“Well, if you’re here for money, you can forget it. Mr. Masters’ is lucky enough to have a twin brother handling all the finances”, Ms. Robinson answered coldly, ignoring Danny for the rest of the ride.

Danny didn’t want to start an argument without knowing anything and kept quiet, till the elevator reached its destination and opened its doors.

They passed some warm lit halls with nice painting and an outside garden for their high society patients, when Ms. Robinson stopped in front of a door.

She turned to Danny, her eyes cold and judgmental, “listen here. This might be unprofessional, but Mr. Masters means a lot to me. If you do something to him, I will personally kick your ass out of here, got it?”

Danny nodded, waiting for her to be done glaring at him.

She knocked the door before softly opening it.

Danny blinked confused as three nurses walked out, whispering and staring at Danny, as they pass him. They carried plastic bags, make-up case and a broom.

He was just so confused.

What was going on?

“Mr. Masters?” Ms. Robinson spoke softly, slowly walking in, waving at Danny to follow her in.

Danny froze as he stared at the man in the hospital bed, poking at his food uninterested while watching a rerun of a Packer’s Game from 4 years ago.

“Mr. Masters. You have a visitor.”

Danny flinched as the patient immediately looked up, wide-eyed.

It was Vlad.

Even though he was much slimmer, almost malnourished looking, covered in greenish glowing acne with one eye covered in gauze bandages, Danny was sure that the man in front of him was Vlad Masters.

Danny could see the horror in his one seeing eye, staring at Danny, speechless.

“Are you alright, Mr. Masters? Should I send him away?” Ms. Robinson asked quickly, already grabbing Danny by the arm, ready to drag the teen out of the room.

“No”, he spoke, his voice weak and barely heard.

Ms. Robinson nodded and let go of the teen.

“Alright, Mr. Masters. But if you need any assistance, do not hesitate and push the button to call me. Okay?”

Vlad, still staring at Danny in pure horror, nodded.

The young woman gave the teen one last warning glare, before leaving the room.

Danny turned back from the door and looked at Vlad, who still couldn’t take his sight away from him.

“Hey Vlad”, was all Danny could say, again regretting on not being prepared for proper conversations during difficult situations like these.

“What are you doing here?” Vlad asked meekly, putting his tray on the nightstand next to him and switching off the TV. Danny didn’t comment on the man covering himself up some more with the duvet.

“I could ask you the same”, Danny replied, waving his hand over to Vlad, “one moment you flirt with my mom and insult my dad, and the next moment I have to lie to them that you’re off to Hawaii. What’s going on, Vlad? What happened to you?”

Vlad huffed out a humorless laugh.

“The accident happened to me.”

“What accident?”

Vlad gave Danny a weak glare, leaning back into his soft pillow.

“There is only one accident, Daniel.”

Using holograms and duplicates, he's still in the hospital.

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[specialagentartemis]

under-realized horror concept from Danny Phantom #714298: ecto-acne.

In the show it's basically a joke. Haha! Vlad's life-ruining ghostly medical disaster... was acne! The proto-portal accident gave him ghost pimples! This is relateable humor for teens!

But damn when you think about it. There is ectoplasm, the very essence of something dead, rolling and roiling under your skin. Your living body is trying to reject this dead thing that is part of you; your skin bubbles, warps, pops under the strain of your body trying to reject itself, your body trying to force this otherworldly thing out of you. Your skin is twisting and cracking as it slowly kills you, your body destroying itself trying to get it out.

But from the outside sure, haha acne, right

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #51

Danny had reservations about this collage friend his parents were talking up, his training in the league made him feel like something wasn’t right with the billionaire. They were headed to Wisconsin for a class reunion and Danny didn’t want to be here, but at least he could protect his family if things got out of hand and they would knowing the Fentons. Little did he know they had another friend they met in their college days and Danny wanted to avoid at all costs. His real father and his twin along with 2 of his siblings along as well. (You can pick anyone but I feel Tim and Dick would make the most sense)

Can he discover what Vlad is playing at and stay under the radar from his twin and father? He knows he isn’t that lucky, but at least his twin thinks he’s dead.

[feline-gal]

Vlad wrinkles his nose as it starts itching with what feels like his ghost sense being partially triggered. Which is odd, because he's pretty sure Daniel is still at home.

To make sure, he pulls up the camera feeds of his spy bugs, or rather his one spy bug that hasn't been found and broken yet, and, yep, there's his favorite half-ghost boy, struggling with his probably math homework.

Perhaps it's Danielle, then. But why would she want to pay him a visit? After everything he'd done to her, she should want nothing to do with him.

With a short hum, Vlad closes down his surveillance window, stands from his desk and begins to make his way through his modest little(by his standards at least) home on the outskirts of Amity, following his nose as best he can towards the source of it's irritation.

Maddie the cat looks up from her sniffing at the bottom of a door and meows at him.

“Something interesting in there, Maddie?” Vlad asks, earning another meow in response. Vlad gives another short hum and opens the door, allowing both himself and his cat into the room at the back of the house.

His favorite feline stalks swiftly through the area, tail twitching & flicking anxiously. Vlad follows closely and silently behind her, seeing as she's heading in the direction his nose is leading him.

She jumps up onto the windowsill and peers outside, letting out a growl at whatever she's seeing in the backyard.

Vlad leans over her and looks where she's looking and finds a shabbily dressed, teen-sized figure rifling through his trash.

He frowns at the sight, wondering who the deviled eggs that could be and if he was mistaken about it being his ghost sense that's been bugging him.

He trots over to the back door, opens it silently and steps out and over to the young vagrant.

“Excuse me.” he snips, causing the teen to jolt in surprise and snap their head over to the man, one blue eye peering out through the shadows of their hoodie “This is private property that you are trespassing on.” Vlad informs tersely.

The teen jerks away from the trashcan and promptly bolts, running off in the opposite direction of the strange old man that's just snuck up on them. They don't get very far before they trip over their own feet and fall gracelessly to the ground with a curse.

Vlad blinks at the scene, internally swearing he'd seen the kid's foot partially sink into the ground when they'd tumbled. Narrowing his eyes, he steps over to the teen as they push themself back up to their feet and start trying to run again.

He shoots his hand out and grabs their shoulder “And just where do you think you're going?” he asks, earning only an angry grunt in response as the kid twists around in an attempt to wrench their arm free, which happens surprisingly easily, almost too easily.

The teen even seems surprised by how easily they've freed themself, judging by how they stumble backwards, their hood falling back to reveal a head of messy black hair with a stark white forelock dangling over their face..

Which is riddled with bright green pustules.

Vlad's eyes widen at the sight “That's..” he breathes.

The teen starts to run away again.

“Wait!” Vlad exclaims, shooting his hand out again and snagging their hood, causing them to let out a choked yelp as they're suddenly yanked back.

“Let me go!” the teenage boy, judging by the voice, demands as he struggles against the elder man's grip.

“Oh, no.” Vlad responds, fighting against the boy's thrashing as best he can with his random bouts of intangibility “You're not going anywhere!”

The boy growls angrily and his eyes flicker between blue and green for a second. He squeezes them shut, seeming to struggle against something internally as sparks of light flitter around his waist, trying to form a ring.

After a moment of both physical and psychological fighting, the boy's growling turns into a shout and the light ring forms fully and brightly.

Vlad blinks against the flash and finds himself essentially scruffing the neck of a now clear faced and mostly white haired boy in an oddly familiar looking blue and pink costume.

He can't help but chuckle to himself as he leans away from a swipe of the teen's new claws and sets a hand on his hip.

“Daniel is never going to believe this!” he comments.

Submitted Prompts #45

Vlad finds Jason, fresh out of the Pit and horribly sick with Lazarus corruption, in his backyard.

He’s not at all surprised when Danny doesn’t believe the story behind his newly adopted, definitely-not-cloned, Halfa.

[drawnale]

Day 30 ecto-acne

[feralsrock]

colored an older doodle of poor sick vlad

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt/Ectober Week 2023. Day Thirty

"Ecto-Acne"

Ao3

DPxDC. Ecto-acne is described in a not nice way.

- - -

Batman’s fist connected with the thug’s jaw, and two teeth flew out before the man fell unconscious to the floor.

“Father…” Robin hissed at him, but he ignored the boy.

He threw the next thug against a wall and cracked the ribs of another one, but when he turned around for the next foe his youngest had already knocked them out.

“You need to control yourself.” His son told him ruthlessly. “You will not find the cure to Red Hood’s illness in their cracked skulls.”

Batman growled in frustration, but he knew Robin was right.

Jason’s condition had not worsened, but neither had it improved. He lay in a sterilized medical room, too weak to stand, covered in boils a Lazarus shade of green.

He had nightmares constantly, and what Bruce suspected were flashbacks to his death and to his resurrection, and these always had him scream himself awake with the boils shining a toxic, putrid green.

The word amongst the heroic community was out, and it was well known that Batman was willing to pay a good fortune to whoever managed to cure his criminal son after Zatanna and Constantine’s failed attempts.

Tim had scourged what he could still access from the League of Shadows’ archives and resources, given they had the most knowledge on the Lazarus Pits and it water, and whilst a record of a similar infection existed, it didn’t speak of a cure.

So, as they tried to create one of their own from scratch, they waited on someone, anyone, to shed some light into the matter.

[ecto-stone]

MOAT rewrite but the only thing that change is that Vlad is a doctor and he act like that is due to Maddie attemp at a portal already took away their only kid. But Danny never know this. Only the viewer know from the background clue.

[yuureitheghost]

Me: I'm done with this crossover event, I literally have no more ideas for it and I can't speedrun every fic on the day I'm supposed to post it

My brain: r u sure

Me: Yes

My brain: what if the main ingredient of the APTX 4869 was Ectoplasm

[vladdyissues]

Two zitty halfas

[feline-gal]

It's Vlad. The price is shared custody.

Submitted Prompts #39

After a Rogue-Foiling that didn’t go as well as it probably could have and a bit of interrogation, Jason admits he feels like he’s been coming down with something, takes off his helmet to cool off his face and the ‘fam immediately deduces that he is indeed quite sick because his face is covered in boils.

So they take him back to the cave and start trying to figure out what he’s got and how to deal with it, have a bit of trouble, may-or-may-not discover that it’s Lazarus Pit Water related, Jason’s gradually getting worse and eventually his symptoms take a turn for the weird; floating, body parts vanishing and phasing through stuff, wobbly light rings briefly forming around his midsection, etc.

Realizing this is some supernatural shit, Batman brings in Constantine who, upon learning of the Pit Waters relation, hesitantly explains that the Pits were made by and named after a previous King of the Dead, and posits that maybe the current King might be able to help.

Batman decides they are in desperate times calling for desperate measures and they go through with the ritual to summon the Ghost King, hoping he’s generous enough to help for a low price.