#danny fenton

[astronnova]

i like to think sam met danny first and then met tucker through him. and that sam genuinely thought he was emo which is why she wanted to be his friend in the first place

bonus, they humor her

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny: So we have pomegranate seeds from the underworld, plums from the faerie lands, an apple from Eden, and peaches of immorality from the palace of the Jade Emperor. Anything else?

Jason: Lotus fruit from the Isle of the lotus eaters and a golden apple of Eris.

Tm: What are you talking about?

Danny: We are making a smoothie.

(Who wants to drink THE SMOOTHIE)

[afanofmanyships]

Inspiration

Batman: Who are you.

Danny, while maintaining eye contact, reaches forward and takes off the bat symbol: …

Danny sprays it with Windex, wipes it with a rag, and puts the symbol back into Batman’s chest: …I’m the cleaner.

Batman feeling offended: Hn…

Red Robin covers his mouth: Oh My God!

Red Hood: He. Did. Not!!

JLA: *Gossiping in the background*

JLD & Danny:

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”

[demonic0angel]

Classic bat gets bride sacrifice to the ghost king 'cept:

"Damn it, you guys couldn't have waited till tomorrow to get me?" Steph glared at Tim, Bruce, and Constantine.

"You wanted us to wait on rescuing y-"

"Rescue! That wasn't a rescue! That was interrupting my date!"

"You were on a date with the ghost king."

"Wha-no. I was with Wes. The royal chancellor. He'd finally asked me out on a date, and then you happened."

Constantine stared at her. "... so you're saying that you've been on a date with... a royal chancellor… this whole time."

Red Robin, meanwhile, slowly and carefully reached into his pocket to get a tranquilizer as if he thought she was crazy.

Stephanie sighed and stood up from where they had dropped her on the ground. She dusted herself off and huffed. "No! Wes is the Ghost King's royal chancellor! I asked him out some days ago and this is our first date.”

Constantine pinched the bridge of his nose. Batman said, “So you’ve been dating a being from another dimension this entire time and didn’t tell anyone?”

“I only just found out that he was from another dimension. He’s been a great boyfriend so far.” At this, Stephanie looked at Red Robin with narrowed eyes, who sighed and relented to her scrutiny. “He didn’t tell me, but he didn’t even ask me anything suspicious either. He’s literally fine! Where did you guys put him?”

She scowled and put her hands on her hips. Batman and Constantine shut their mouths stubbornly, so it was only Red Robin who pointed down the hallway and said, “Constantine banished him back to his home world.”

Stephanie gave a frustrated scream. “Ugh! You’re all the worst! B! RR! You owe me for this!”

She pushed away both Constantine and Batman who tried to stop her, and Red Robin silently slid in place beside her, also leading her there as they both dodged the attempts of the two other adults to stop them.

They were in an abandoned building that Stephanie had picked for their first date to have a picnic, but now it was ruined. Why couldn’t the heroes in her life just mind their business for a day?? Stephanie pushed open the doors to where Wes was last and marched inside.

The ritual circle was still on the floor and Stephanie sneered before she asked, “How do I reverse it?”

“We’re not going to let you do that, you twit,” Constantine said as he and Batman followed them inside of the room.

Stephanie scowled again. “Watch me.” She looked back at the ritual circle and then thought to herself. After a moment, she began chanting softly, outwardly looking confident but inwardly sweating bricks. She was sure that Zatanna used backwards speak to do her magic, so theoretically, if she could say the incantation that Constantine used to banish him and reverse it then….

It could work?

Constantine gasped. “How does she know the incantation to summon him back?”

Score!

The ritual circle began to glow green and the building shook. The circle then began to turn dark and mist poured out, green swirls appearing within the circle.

Stephanie grinned as she continued, ducking underneath a batarang that Batman tossed at her before she finished the chant and her boyfriend was thrown out of the portal and at her feet. Wes groaned but got up with a glare at Constantine and Batman.

“Did you just fucking deport me?! On my date?! Do you know the blackmail material I had to give away to his Majesty to get back here?! Don’t think that just because you’re from another dimension that I won’t summon the King here and teach you a lesson!”

Wes tore into them and as Batman glared at Stephanie from where he was standing and being lectured, Red Robin leaned into her as she grinned broadly, loving how Wes was also defending her in the same breath as he was ripping at the two adult heroes.

“So I’m forgiven?” He whispered, reaching out a hand.

“You owe me ice cream, but you’re forgiven,” she said, shaking his hand firmly.

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Crime Scene Cleaner

Dpxdc Prompt #19

You know how most hand sanitizers and cleaners say something along the lines of "kills 99.99% of all germs"? It's because they can't guarantee that every last little microbe will be killed.

Ectoplasm doesn't have that problem.

Ectoplasm kills every single living thing that comes in contact with it, the only exception is when they are actively dying with a high enough concentration of emotions. Normally that means it's just a very good weapon, but that also makes it a very good cleaner.

And for the JLD who work with highly reactive (both chemically and magically) materials that can and will destroy the world if not kept in check, getting that .01% is a must.

Enter: Danny Fenton

They assume he's a meta. A meta with a very strange background and skillset having to do with the dead, but a meta nonetheless.

Danny is personally very okay with that distinction, because while he doubts the Justice League Dark would enforce them, the Anti-ecto acts are still very much... well... enacted.

It starts off as a small arrangement. Sometimes, the JLD have done all they can, but there's just enough radiation of something that they need a little extra help getting rid of it. Danny doesn't mind, he has honed his ecto-control greatly over the years and he's getting paid a lot of money per clean up.

Soon enough they come to an agreement and officially contract Danny to help with all cleanups for JLD, not just when they need a last resort, he's fun to talk to and his skillset is extremely helpful in their line of work.

He has no plans of being a hero (that the JLD knows of) so they see no reason to let the larger JLA know about him.

That is- until after a very messy fight on the Watchtower that needs ectoplasm if they ever want to get rid of it. The JLD can't exactly kick everyone off until their cleaner comes and goes, and even if they could cameras still exists.

It's not too bad though, at least Danny gets to see space.

[demonic0angel]

Hi!!! I just wanted to tell you thank you!!! Like, every time you post a dpxdc something, I just go feral. I come here after screeching at one your posts like a pterodactyl....inna good way I mean! Your writing just makes days better and brings a smile on my face when I need it. So, thank you for feeding my gremlin brain and sustaining my dark soul!

Anyways! My ask is if the recently posted 'Tim thinks Danny is a vampire but cute' would get a 2nd part????

Thank you!!!!!!!!!😄😄😄😄

(Wahhh tysm! I’m glad you like my stuff :D)

Part 1, Part 3

Tim leaned on a fist as he watched Danny doodle on his notebook instead of taking notes. He was drawing constellations and cartoony stars everywhere, his face dazed even through the camera screen. Tim stared at him, knowing that no matter what Jason said, he was still extremely suspicious and needed a careful eye.

A figure suddenly approached Danny, a tall boy with red hair, freckles, and a face that oddly looked similar to Danny’s. He gathered Danny’s stuff without another word, even as Danny jumped up with a start to protest.

Danny floundered. Tim began reading his lips with narrowed eyes. ‘What! Hey, what’re you doing?’

‘We have to go,’ the boy said tugging on Danny’s wrist. His familiarity with him made Tim bristle as he opened another tab to look into the school records and use his face recognition program to find out whoever the hell this was.

A girl with a bandanna pulling back her curly hair then strode towards Danny. She reached over to hold Danny’s hand and pulled him away from the other boy, both of them urgent. Danny asked her something, his face tilted away enough that Tim couldn’t decipher his words.

Hissing, Tim hurriedly changed perspectives so he could catch the tail of his words. When did Danny have so many friends?! After weeks of watching him, Danny hardly interacted with many people at all! These two people were ones that Tim had seen often lingering about, but how did they know Danny?! And why were they so close to him?!

‘— see something?’

The girl nodded hurriedly, her eyebrows furrowed. ‘Someone’s watching you. We need to get you to safety.’

Tim’s heart dropped into his feet. He stood up from his seat to focus as he clicked on his mouse, trying to figure out what was happening. Were they onto him? But how? His cameras were the state of the art in tech and none of it should’ve been detectable!

Unless they were all vampires…? Or maybe his hypothesis was wrong and Danny was even worse than a bloodsucking creature.

In the cameras, Danny froze. Then he turned and all three of them looked at the camera that Tim had chosen to watch them, making direct eye contact with Tim behind the screen.

In an instant, Tim self destructed all of his cameras, listening devices and trackers (which honestly hadn’t worked at all since he attached them to various belongings of Danny.)

He was sweating as he erased all of his tracks expertly. When he was done, he cursed. All of his tech was destroyed completely and none of it could be traced back to him, but now he didn’t have a way to observe Danny.

He sighed and drew a hand through his hair. He picked up his phone and gave a call.

“Hey, Steph? Can you find a way for me to get into Gotham University right now?”

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[danilights2021]

WOW🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Fenton-Wayne CousinAU

Au where the Fentons and the Waynes are cousins, not close but like 3rd cousins. Still, one day Jack is looking through old family memorabilia and sees a single picture of Bruce, immediately he’s like let’s go visit!

Cue impromptu trip to Gotham! And luckily, and I do mean luckily, Jazz looks up the family on the way and has to viciously remind Jack not to mention the parents that Jack did not know were dead.

No dear, not even as ghosts.

And when they get there, Bruce is surprised by the ‘random family members’ but Alfred says it’s true, they’ve met once before as children.

And Brucie Wayne comes out in full force because literally there is a living source of prime material he can use at the next gala just traipsing through his house.

And the Fenton kids are wholly expecting to bond with the Wayne brood about their ditsy, himbo father. And the Waynes are like no Bruce is actually smart, it’s not like a shared family trait like you think-

But the fentons are like:

Danny and Jazz: yeah, Dad’s smart about specific stuff. Just deep, deep, DEEP, down. But he’s pretty obsessive about one or two things.

Waynes: oh?

Danny: yeah, you mention ghosts or fudge and he’s just whoosh, gone.

Jack, running from the other room: FUDGE GHOST?!

Jazz: No, dad just talking about you, you can go back to the kitchen.

Jack: *leaves*

Jazz: So what about your dad?

Waynes:……..

Waynes: .. . Orphans?

Bruce, randomly entering: Was I needed?

*cue collective spittake*

[spookberry]

this came to me in a vision

[mooseymi]

It's a complicated relationship.

[tired-all-the-time22]

Failed phantom smooch ft. Letting the besties know

[rynan16]

one day, Sam and Tucker finally get tired of all of this and are just like: Danny, you’ve only been dead for 2 years, quite treating us like your children! *angy wittle bby ghost pout* And the rest of the ghost just freeze and go: wait, we’ve been fighting ghost bby? None of these are an adult? We’ve tried to destroy ghost bby?! And he’s ghost hunters child?! They try to kill him every fight?!

Danny may be a Ghost Baby who feels like an Anicent, but his friends don't.

SO, we all know the Ghost Baby Headcanon by now right? The idea that Danny is literally a Toddler by Ghost Standards, but because of how powerful he is everybody else believes that he is an Ancient or a God who is hogging the Mortal World to himself.

But what about his friends?

They were right there when the Portal opened. No Hazmat Suits, no Cover, no Protection from the Dimension of Pure Energy that had just been opened right in front of them.

That has to have some kind of Side Effects!

And actually, we do know of a Character who was just standing in front of a Portal when it opened and still got affected by it. Vlad.

While Danny was turned into a Halfa instantly, his friends would be more similar to Vlad in that they are slow to transform.

It takes weeks, but eventually they become mini-halfas themselves. Except they didn't have an entire Dimension of energy pushed into them upon fully forming, so their Ecto-Signatures actually feel like the babies they are supposed to be.

So imagine this from the Ghosts perspective.

They meet this guy called Phantom, a Halfa who is Extremely Powerful, but nobody has seen him in centuries. He was known as a very powerful Protector Spirit for millennia, randomly showing up across history, but always helping others. And then he just vanished one day, not seen again for centuries.

Until recently, when he showed in the Mortal World, stopping any other Ghost from fulfilling their Obsessions with Humans. And by his side are 2 smaller Halfa's that feel like they must have barely formed. You can see where this is going.

They think Sam and Tucker are Danny's children.

It makes sense! A Powerful Ancient, known for protecting people, suddenly disappears for centuries and then shows up again with 2 baby Halfa's in tow? That sounds like a Protector Spirit who lost his will to fight, decided to settled down in the Mortal Realm, and then found out that 2 baby Halfa's were formed when a Portal was opened!

He isn't selfishly holding the Mortal Realm to himself! He's protecting the Fledgling Haunt of his 2 Babies! They must still have living Family, that's why he is so adamant that they don't hurt the Civilains in their battles!

Now they just feel like assholes for attacking the Baby's dad when he was just trying to protect their stuff.

Danny finds this both extremely infuriating, and also agonizingly hilarious.

[krossan]

Heal what has been broken. Reconnect.