#danny phantom au

[phantomwithbreakfast]

I hopped up this Starter Pack Trend with Danny!

⟢ Angst Edition.

It’s to support artists and NO AI!

Real art, with emotions and passion—can only be created by human and ghostly beings.

If you’re an artist, and have time to make your own—you should join! ♡

[stars-obsession-pit]

The Worst Branch in the Country

The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The “most haunted city in the US”, really? They’ve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.

Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.

…Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didn’t realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.

Fuck, they really hope this doesn’t start a war.

Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members

[croquicat]

nnnnnnyes sure let's go with that

[demonic0angel]

DP x Marvel idea: Jazz is Spider-Man's therapist. Spider-Man does not get a choice in the matter.

Peter groaned.

Why, oh why did Steve and Tony force him into therapy?! He was basically an adult! He didn’t need therapy!

Especially from someone who would probably say the same exact lines as the dozens of other therapists he had met before!

The therapist sat across from him, prim and perfect. She was enormously tall with a head full of red hair, almost entirely different from Mary Jane’s hair, long and bloody red. She sat in her chair regally, looking even more intimidating than the Green Goblin.

“Hello, Mr. Spider-Man. I’ll be leading your session today. Please call me Dr. Nightingale, or Jazz, if you prefer,” she said.

Peter nodded wordlessly, frowning as the woman across from him hemmed and hawed.

Eventually, she began, tapping her clipboard. “I see from your files that you’re an orphan. I’m sorry about your losses.”

Peter resisted the urge to scream. “It’s fine,” he said instead. “It was a long time ago.”

“I see. How do you feel—”

“I don’t want to talk about my uncle or my parents,” Peter snapped. “They died a long time ago. Uncle Ben’s death was a great loss and it changed me and I became a hero, the end. Can I go now?”

Fuck, he spoke too much.

He suddenly felt regret for his own words, knowing that she’d probably write this down and make him stay, if only because he had been too aggressive towards her or something.

Jazz coughed lightly into a fist. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.” She lowered her clipboard and looked into his eyes, her turquoise eyes boring holes into his soul.

“Your Aunt has been your sole caretaker for a while and she did an amazing job if you became a hero instead of getting revenge on others for the suffering and pain that you’ve endured. As a hero, is she the reason why you hide your identity? How does that make you feel? Would you say that family is important to you? More than your sense of identity?”

Peter gaped at her.

What?!

“I… yes? What? Why are you asking this?”

Jazz smiled sweetly. “I just wanted to open up the conversation with something difficult first. Of course, you’re under no obligation to speak with me. You just have to spend time in this office with me until the hour is up or I deem you psychologically fit to be back in the field.”

Peter floundered. “I-I—!” He bit his lip and then said, “I don’t want to talk about my private life with family.”

“Perfectly fine. Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“…. No.”

She chuckled and clicked her pen. “Nothing, huh? Let’s unpack that too, shall we?”

Just what villain had the Avengers set upon him?!

[tired-all-the-time22]

Costume Design my beloved

Grinded out a Ghost Conservationist! Sam design from my previous post

I don't know what to do with her now but have some process photos as a treat

[yuriosakawa]

Happy Birthday 

The air in the old Fenton Works lab was stale, full of dust and silence. No more humming machines. No more buzzing energy. No more glowing green light spilling from the mouth of the Ghost Portal. Just rubble, old scorch marks, and the haunting echo of a past that could never be reclaimed.

Danny stood in front of what used to be the portal—now a collapsed tunnel of twisted metal and shattered panels. His breath caught in his throat, the air thick with emotion. Behind him, he’d left the voices—his parents’ quiet attempts to reach him, and Jazz’s pained expression as she watched her little brother drift further from the family they used to be. He didn’t blame Jazz. He couldn’t. But he still couldn’t stay. Not today. Not on this day.

From his coat, he pulled out a small cupcake. Just one. Frosted in the color he always associated with Phantom: white with an icy green swirl on top. Something he’d picked up quietly from a bakery on the way in. He didn’t want anyone to know what this was.

He stuck a single candle in the center and lit it, the tiny flame flickering against the dimness of the ruined lab. His hand trembled as he stared at the candle.

“…Happy birthday to you…” His voice cracked halfway through the first line, thick with emotion.

“…Happy birthday to you…” Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision. He saw not the ruined portal, but the image of him turning into Phantom for the first time — his hair turning snow white, his blue eyes turning glowing green — confused and scared—but alive. A spark of something new that they hadn’t been prepared for.

“…Happy birthday, dear Phantom…” He could barely speak the name without his breath hitching.

“…Happy birthday to you…”

A sob tore its way up his throat, but he kept it down. Just barely.

For Danny, this wasn’t the day he got his powers. This wasn’t the day he became something more.

It was the day Phantom was born.

His other half. His best friend. His soul in ghost form. Torn from him, stolen by Vlad, and still lost somewhere out there.

Danny knelt before the rubble and gently placed the cupcake down. “I didn’t forget,” he whispered. “I’ll never forget. I’m still looking for you. Every day. I swear, Phantom… I’ll find you. And when I do, I’ll make sure we never have to spend a birthday apart again.”

He stayed there for a long while, letting the candle burn down, the wax slowly dripping onto the metal floor beneath. The silence around him wasn't empty—it was filled with memories. With grief. With love. With determination.

Then, wiping his eyes, Danny stood up.

And left the cupcake there, beneath the remains of the machine that started it all.

Because even if Phantom couldn’t hear him… he deserved a birthday.

[thombtak]

I have a headcannon that danny is absolute garbage at cooking. Like he makes cereal and it somehow turns out burnt even though he wasnt anywhere near any heat sources and the cereal is still cold.

[dorknop]

It is the #1 WORST time for me to have one billion exiting AU ideas, but it is happening regardless and who am I to deny myself.

ANYWAY, here's what I have of what I'm calling the Sailor AU, where instead of being based around ghosts and the dead, Danny Phantom(the show) is based around the ocean!

Please note I'm not exactly experienced in character design, especially about sea-based clothing and cultures(Grew up & live in a desert. :,) )

So! Here's Jazz & Jack's designs, plus some blobby ghost blurbs. I don't think the first design of Jazz that I have is something she'd really wear- Except maybe the shirt- but I was having a lot of fun with the line art pen & didn't feel like erasing all that much to draw more clothes. So! Expect a redesign in terms of Jazz's casual clothes. But! I do like how the Boat-ware outfit came out, said outfit would be the equivalent of something like a lab outfit/hazmat in the actual show.

I'm still working on nailing down Maddie & Danny's designs, not to mention Phantom. But! I am VERY exited to work on the ghost's designs, I have some very fun ideas.

As for the Fentons in general, I imagine they'd like in some kind of fucked up lighthouse on the edge of a coastal town. I haven't nailed down the time period, but I'm thinking sometime in the early 2000's or 90's.

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

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.”

[chayannekelo]

sorry i havrnt posted in a while oopssss

[phantomwithbreakfast]

Defeated—

Danny is the victim again, because they think he’s the villain.

“I’ll never give up on you.”

⟢ Sketch of Danny being pinned down by the hand of a GiW agent. Pinterest inspiration doesn’t do me any good. This sat in my head for a while now and it needed to get out.

[stars-obsession-pit]

A “minor” lab accident caused Jack and Maddie to be knocked backwards through the portal into the Ghost Zone.

It didn’t take too long for Danny to notice and go in after them in the Specter Speeder, but time in the Zone can be wonky. He has no idea how long it’s been from their perspective, nor how much chaos they could have caused with that time.

So he went in fully expecting to quite possibly emerge in a giant clusterfuck of a battlefield.

Except, it turns out their chaos went in a different direction.

After being forced to interact with ghosts in new contexts, they chilled out about the ghost hunting thing. Instead, they settled into performing more anthropological and ecological studies of the ghosts.

But they’re still them, so they’re the ontological opposite of “subtle” or “low-key”.

They may not be chasing ghosts around guns blazing, but they are chasing them around pestering them with questions. Or stalking them around taking notes on behavior. Or just generally causing unmatched chaos in other ways.

Apparently Maddie ended up leading a revolution in another haunt that was ruled similarly to Aragorn’s, almost becoming a cult leader in the process. Jack broke into Pariah’s Keep and nearly woke up the sealed king to “ask for directions” (or possibly did wake him up; Danny’s heard conflicting rumors. He doesn’t think that that could have happened without anyone noticing, but with his parents he’s never sure).

Danny thinks he heard some Observants mutterings about an “interdimensional incident” too, but he isn’t touching that with a ten foot pole.

[ghostreblogging]

Ngl this is a short one.

So Danny comes to Gotham. Down on his luck. But lo and behold, he still has access to the kingly vaults! He doesn't have to worry about money!!! He can just buy a small apartment and live out his miserable little life In luxury!

But then he is stopped on a horrible and a dark stump in his plan. How in the 7 hells is he gonna explain it to the IRS ??????

Money laundering????

Can't he just say he found a mysterious big pile of gold and be done with it?

No, Danny . How are you gonna explain the fact that you keep finding mysterious little gold files to the tax man . Jazz says emphatically through a video call . Which is a multi dimensional cuz I can't explain why sam wont just give him the money. And btw the just assume that the vaults has a magic function to give the money to him in the local currency.

Sso from that day onwards Gotham had a new little cafe in a quiet little nook. The prices are super cheap. And it by far has the best fudge in all of Gotham. If you exclude Alfred's.

The gothamites love it. It's a favorite college hangout. Everyone is pretty sure the cafe is a front. Everyone is 100% sure of it. But in this economy who the hell cares. At least it's not nfts.

People can actually benefit from this because we can get like a whole breakfast for like 4 dollars ( an au where like Danny's 2000s world is like super cheap compared to the modern Gotham city and nobody taught the poor boy common prices of this world. Danny's thinking like how do I keep accidentally going into these rich people stores with their ridiculous prices, Ughh guess I'll have to buy this I don't want to go farther) and the quality is good too. The scrawny little twink owner sure as hell does not know much about ingredients prices or did the bare minimum study of business.

Anyway when the bats came sniffing (the scrunkly little guy was innocent blame Fenton luck) and we'll tried to interrogate the owner people actually chained themselves to the front like the worlds most confused save the trees activists.

[hello-eden]

Fake Human au

 Au where the ghosts leave the ghost Zone and get fake human bodies. When the ghosts leave the Ghost Zone they get a temporary human body that can only sustain them for one to three days. This means that Danny looks like he's just beating up random people. I definitely want there to be an assumption that Danny is in some sort of gang or Mafia dealings. especially when he's  more powerful  and maybe a ghost King which means all these people are listening to him.

Outside looking at Danny his grades drop and he starts getting into fights. especially because I imagine Danny doesn't have a ghost form in the human world. I think he still has a ghost form but only in the ghost zone. Danny looks like he is regularly skipping class to get into fights with random people. It can be anywhere to people who look like bikers or skinny nerds but it looks like he's fighting them. 

 Danny is seen as very powerful because he can be in the human world wherever he wants while other ghosts have to take time in between trips. Danny can skip between the Realms at any point especially because he has the portal in his literal home. The main reason for this post is the fact that it looks like Danny is Raising in the ranks of some sort of gang if you have no idea about the ghost and I think that's funny.

[kyliescomics]

He had snow-white hair and glowing green eyes

Based on a Danny Phantom horror au I made a shot list for for fun (nerd film student over here) a few months ago. Should I turn the rest of the shots into full compositions?

[mirstrikesbacks-unofficial]

Barely started season 2 and already making aus

Also if anyone knows how to tag for this fandom, please let me know, I don’t really know what tags are used here