#danny phantom oneshot

[nanenna]

Sour Apple Rock Candy

Danny frantically searched as he flew through Metropolis, Clark was in trouble and he needed to get there quick. It didn't take long to find him, collapsed in a heap on a rooftop, an empty power suit nearby, and between Clark and the suit stood Lex Luthor holding a fist sized lump of glowing green crystal. Ugh! This was why it had to be Danny and not any of the others.

Danny’s red boots crunched on the crusty rooftop as he landed next to Clark, "Dad!"

"Nova," Clark gasped out.

"Well, if it isn't Supernova," Luthor said in a voice that sounded too much like Vlad. "Careful there, wouldn't want to get too close to this." He held the ominous crystal higher.

Internally Danny cheered, he knew exactly what he was going to do. Externally though he had to keep his shit together. He made uncomfortable eye contact with Luthor, keeping his face as blank as possible as he walked towards the bald man.

"W-what?! What are you-" Luthor's feet stuttered as he took a few steps back, not nearly quick enough to get back to his power suit before Danny was standing uncomfortably close to him.

"There's something you don't know about me, Luthor," Danny said sternly.

"What?" Luthor asked, clearly having trouble processing what just happened.

Danny leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, then took a bite out of the chunk of kryptonite. He grinned far too wide and let his eyes flash green as he looked up at Luthor, "I'm adopted."

"You're…" Luthor stared blankly at the half eaten crystal in his hand.

Danny straightened and plucked the whole rock right out of Luthor's limp fingers, unhinging his jaw so he could toss the whole thing in. It wasn't easy or fun to do that in his human form, but it was worth it to see Luthor's brain shut down in real time.

"Mmm…" Danny said as he chewed what was essentially ghost rock candy. "Tangy, juicy, fruity… sour apple? Not my favorite flavor."

"You're… adopted…" Luthor said blankly.

"Yup," Danny popped the P, hoping to keep Luthor distracted while Clark recovered. "And this isn't even a recently discovered survivor of Krypton type deal, I'm not Kryptonian."

"Then what are you?" Luthor sounded genuinely curious.

Danny grinned even wider, showing off a row of razor sharp fangs, "Human, of course."

"Human," Luthor sounded like he didn't believe that.

"Born and raised here on Earth, human parents, human friends, red blooded human through and through."

"You are not!"

"Oh Lexie, I can call you Lexie can't I? Oh Lexie," Danny floated up high enough to easily pat Luthor on his bald head, "any human can do this. It's not my fault you haven't unlocked your full potential yet."

"Supernova," Clark said warningly as he grabbed the back of Luthor's shirt and lifted him up, but the twinkle in his eye told Danny he wasn't in any real trouble.

"Feeling better, Dad?"

"Much. Now to just take care of him."

"Put me down this instant!" Luthor demanded.

"Dad, can I keep the robot? I wanna see if it has any more rock candy hidden in it." And take it apart for parts, it would be so much fun to tinker with.

Clark made a show of thinking it over, "Sure, bring it to the Fortress."

"Yes!" Danny did an aerial fist bump before zooming over to his new pet project.

rambling under the read more

So I have an idea for a fic, and then I have an idea for the sequel to this unwritten (not even started yet) fic that's mostly vibes and THIS scene. Considering my track record for finishing longer fics uh... that's probably never happening, so have this scene sans context.

I do think Supernova is too perfect a name for Danny!

Confuses people into thinking he's a Super, which is great when that's his goal!

Space!

It's not just a star or even a dead star, it's specifically a star's death. The moment of a star dying, too perfect for the boy caught eternally between life and death.

For his costume I'm thinking something like the manty-less more modern versions some of the Supers wear. Main color would be navy blue (as opposed to the sapphire blue the rest wear), a yellow starburst outlined in red on his chest, and red boots/gloves (unlike Kryptonians Danny does have fingerprints to worry about). Maybe some yellow accents. He does go out in human form like this so he can spend time hanging out with his new family both in and out of costume. It doesn't hurt his power suite is pretty convincing to anyone who doesn't spend an extended amount of time hanging with Nova. (So other heroes he hangs out with know something, but not everything.)

He can and does still go ghost when needs to lay down a particularly brutal smack down, or when it's something ghost related.

[emacrow]

Orphan's baby

Cass was in the middle of helping the Batfam along with Batman raids through the the hidden base they had found underground lab in an abandoned hospital messing with a neon verison of lararus pits liquid.

Red Robin had already adjacked the security and was going through the files with Spoiler. Nightwing and Red hood beating up the guards while batman was battling with the main boss behind it all.

She was with Robin as they were taking some samples and destroying the remaining ones.

She had already crack through most of seemingly important hidden rooms that seem to be hiding completely full with containers full of lararus pits with tags of PH4N70M, and a winter blue colored marble in a container sealed to the safe that was spelling out electricity every minute in the container.

It looked important, but why a marble..?

She broke the container holding the marble, taking most of the lararus pits containers as well while destroying the remaining unaware of the glow that pulsed in the marble.

By the time is was to retreat, everything was in the clear as Spoiler needed to unscramble hidden files that were behind multiples firewalls.

They were at the batcave when they were securing the containers of lararus pits for later sampling, only for the marble to be missing..?

She was sure that she place it in her bat waist pouch, but it wasn't there anymore..

Did she dropped it accidentally while collecting the containers of larausu pits?

It was already too late to check back now, so she decided not to tell anyone yet.

Until 2 months later, she started feeling downright sick nauseated. Right after Dinner of Alfred's infamous lasagna Tuesday, but.. it tasted a bland which was throwing her off completely.

She was only dropping down by the batcave to just self analysis herself.. only to stop walking half way the secure containement holding all the lararus pits that they brought back..

She couldn't stop herself from staring at it with vast hunger before the swirl of neon green filling her vision and blank her conscience out the window..

Only to wake up in her room on her bed, 3 empty containers with not a inch of lararus pits left inside as if it was wiped-or licked clean. She hide the containers under her bed and stood quiet later on as nobody had noticed yet what she had done.

She doesn't know what had happen, but the nausea and sick feeling went away as if nothing happen.

Hopefully it would be a one time thing...

Bruce and his long lines of lawyers had disbanded the GIW completely over the illegal experimentally on sentient aliens of another world which they tried to label them as ghosts until they tried to accused Superman of being one of them which quickly label their entire Government supported work as hate crime and was steady being searched, along finding a couple of missing traumatized teens, adults and children that had vanished the months before in the other hidden labs.

...

....

.....

She had her head in her hands as she silently groaned when she peak her eyes between her fingers to see several dozen empty containers and immediately close her eyes to try and pretend she didn't see them.

It only been 5 months since that incident and she had seemingly got away with it, but then nausea came back with vengeance like no other, and the increased appetite was new, but yet it didn't filled her belly with the bland taste or satisfaction even though she did felt a bit feint during the couple of night patrols despise feeling energized earlier.

Something was wrong and she know it as she went to the only person who could help her right now.

She went to Alfred straight away silently explaining the situation going on because she honestly have no idea was going on with her and she know she loves his food, and the feint spells, and the monsterous appetite and the insatiable need to swallow a crapton of lararus pits with twelve milkshakes and fourteen bags full bat burgers.

Alfred could only stared with his eyebrows raising slowly with every word spilling out of her mouth.

Alfred helped her get examined in the batcave medbay, and 2 hours later the blood result came in.

Case was pregnant, but It was a almost cryptic pregnancy.

Alfred didn't had the equipment out for a ultrasound at all yet, but from he know from Cass it was during the Raiding of that hidden lab and her being in contacted with this 'marble' that seemingly disappeared after she grabbed it.

That was 7 months ago, but luckily Alfred caught it in time before it literally became a cryptic pregnancy.

Oh the ultrasounds pics of the little baby fetus with his fast beating lil heart beating were precious as he got tiny misty eyes a bit compare to Cass's awestruck look staring at the screen then back at her belly.

He does help get extra vitamins pills, and call her off of Crime duty until further noticed . Bruce on the otherhand was concerned but all he got from Alfred was the You Better not investigate this because I have major blackmail of embarrassing toddler photos against you.

This is Alfred moment that he been waiting for since Bruce became a new adult but not yet sired a baby at the Wayne Manor at all. He is savoring this for the memories and scapebooking time. He is cranking opened that forgotten but clean baby nursery of forlorning hopes.

2 months later, By the time Cass was ready to deliver the baby on February 11, and at February 12th, 12:01am.

Wren Alf Cain was born premature yet crying softly into the word.

[starry-bi-sky]

im having normal CFAu thoughts. naturally.

I had the very vivid image of Jason asking Danny to turn human while they’re laying in the grass beside Danny’s observatory in GZ, and then Jason sticking his hand through Danny’s chest so he can physically feel his heartbeat

Jason and Danny would have Perfectly Normal and Sane Thoughts about this. of course.

[viilan]

i’m just thinking of a danny phantom x dc au where reader is phantom and is bruce bio kid, but with a side of yandere batfamily just image.

tw: death mention, ig?

reader is gender neutral !!

* You know the universe where dan exist and how he came to exist? what if that happens. what if you couldn’t stop them dying one by one, or perhaps it was just the family, anyway, you have to move. don’t ask me how you feel out your bruce kid, but you are shipped out there

* despite being phantom, a superhero. you still fear what your future hold. you heard of bruce wayne and his family, many different thing and you don’t know what to think

* you just hope he was nice

* your first day to the mansion was fucking awful. you were pick up by a private jet which was cool, and bruce wayne was ,, nice but every attempt of conversation fell flat, he was more focus on the computer and you couldn’t figure out what he was looking at.

* when you left the plane, the whole place was covered by press which put you on edge. bruce just look at you, pulling you close. “keep your head down and walk fast, ( reader ).” before brisk walking you to a car.

* “alfred, tell me what happened.” he spoked, not even focus on how mindblogging that was.

* the butler, who you assume was alfred start to drive. “everything been fixed, i’m sure you should focus on your certain task instead of that.” you watch as bruce stiffen slightly and he look at you, regret flashing against his face.

* “i’m sorry about that, (y/n). it been a hectic day.”

* you couldn’t rest the urge to scoff, looking at him with a unamused expression.

* “i had a urgent matter to trend to,” he explained, clearly choosing his word ever so carefully. you shifted, a sour taste in your mouth. “it fine.” you murmured.

* bruce look at you with a expression you couldn’t read. “enough of that, how are you feeling, after everything-“

* “i’m as fine as i could be, with the whole dead family thing,” you said. , he just look at you with a expression you couldn’t decipher. “i guess we have that in common.” you tried to joke, watching as his face sour and you tense.

* “shit, fuck. i’m sorry- i didn’t mean- like that.” you mention. rubbing a hand over your face. a deep red covering your face. “i guess i shouldn’t be a comedian, huh?” you wonder what jazz would say if you were in your shoes, she probably would make him cry.

* the drive back was silent after that, despite your awkward rambling, you just choose to be quiet after a fifth apology, looking outside the window. you inched closer. curious about your new home, you could sense the ectoplasm, this could be fun at least, you could put your energy into fighting and maybe meet the batman.

* the door open and you jump back, looking up at a older man who give you a smile. “we’re here.” bruce slide out with ease and you fumble after him, tired beyond word could describe.

* you let them lead, barely being able to step into the door before your ghost sense went off, you look around. not spotting anything out of the usual but your hair stand on end.

* “let me take your bag,” the old man spoke, you flinch, grip tighten before you realize and hand them over. “oh, uh thank you..”

* “alfred, i’m the house butler, young master.” he smile at you, it didn’t put you on ease. “show her around when i tend to this.” bruce spoke, not even sparing you a glance.

* “… i fucked up with that dead family comment; didn’t i?” you asked, passing a glance to alfred, who only crack a smile. “let me lead you to your room, i’m sure you want to rest.” he lead you down hallways, it seem like a maze. “if you have any request, let me know.” he spoked. “i will leave you be to unpacked.”

* you give him a smile, forced but he took it to leave. you look around the room curiously, it was quite big and spacious. void of life. you grabbed your bags and dump them on the bed. looking over your small collection of things from home. everything else was gone, destroy in the fire or seized by the government. you were glad you destroy whatever you could which was almost everything.

* your things mostly consisted of the other things. you had some of jazz notebooks, her stupid bear. you have some of their clothes, blueprints and some weapons. the fenton thermos was broken and you need to fix it just in case. tears burn at your eyes and you sniffle softly. “how the fuck am im gonna do this?” you whispered, gathering up the blueprint and weapons, sniffing as you went to find a hiding spot, you found a spot in the wall, using your power to put them away before you sit down, tears pouring down your face.

* you never felt so alone.

[ please please tell me if you want more because i crave attention and need people to share my ideas withs ]

[shippingmyworld]

Guess who's back with another Tigerghost brainrot fluff fic for ya'll.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65290348

[ravensuperr]

Danny Valentine's mess

The usual buzz of homeroom was in full swing when Danny pulled his books from his backpack, only for a small red envelope to slip out and land on his desk. Star, who was sitting nearby, immediately took notice.

"Ooooh, Danny, you got a Valentine’s Day card!" she teased, reaching for it before Danny could stop her. "Who’s it from?"

Danny blinked at the envelope. "I have no clue."

Dash, always eager for gossip, snatched it up before Star could open it. "Let’s see what we got here," he said, dramatically clearing his throat before reading aloud. "Danny Fenton, I’ve admired you for so long—"

He suddenly stopped, frowning. "Wait… why is this typed? And in Times New Roman?"

Tucker leaned over, taking a quick photo of the letter with his PDA. "Yup. Black ink. Default font. Bro, if you’re gonna type a love letter, at least switch up the color, add a cute font, or do something creative. This looks like an essay. Where’s the personality?" He shook his head in disappointment.

Paulina, who had been listening, sighed dramatically. "As much as it pains me to agree with Foley, he’s right. A love confession is supposed to be personal! You put effort into making it stand out, not make it look like an MLA-formatted assignment."

"Exactly!" Star nodded. "Like, where are the little hearts? The cute doodles? This person clearly likes you, but they could’ve at least signed their name."

Danny sighed, taking the letter back. "I mean, it’s sweet, but yeah, kind of weird they didn’t personalize it more."

Tucker suddenly smirked. "Maybe it’s from Amy."

The entire group froze before a chorus of confused voices filled the air. "Amy?" "Wait, Amy?" "Who’s Amy?"

Dash’s eyebrows shot up. "Dude, you dated an Amy? Since when?"

Danny, looking a little flustered, rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. Back in sixth grade."

Tucker, now enjoying the reactions, grinned. "Oh, you guys don’t even know the half of it. Danny’s had three ex-girlfriends."

Silence. Then—

"Three?!" Multiple voices rang out in shock.

"You? Had three girlfriends?" Kwan asked, looking genuinely surprised.

"I mean, yeah?" Danny shrugged. "It’s not like I go around bragging about it."

"Wait, wait, wait," Paulina interrupted, flipping her hair. "Who are these girls? I demand details."

Danny sighed, realizing there was no escape. "Alright, fine. So, first, there was Amy. We dated for most of sixth grade, but she broke up with me in May."

"Dang, almost a full year?" Star raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Danny shrugged. "Never really got a straight answer, honestly. Just that she thought it was best if we broke up."

Tucker crossed his arms. "And then there was Rei."

"Who?" Sam finally spoke up, her voice controlled.

"Rei was my summer girlfriend," Danny explained. "We met while she and her family were staying in Amity Park for the summer. When she found out her dad’s job was supposed to move them here, she was super excited. But at the last minute, her dad lost the job offer, and they had to go back to Japan. We broke up right before she left. I gave her a necklace as a goodbye gift."

"Okay, that’s actually kind of sweet," Paulina admitted.

"And then," Tucker continued, "there was Heather."

This got the biggest reaction.

"Wait, wait, wait—Heather?" Star practically choked. "As in Heather Heather? Ice-skating champion, fluent in five languages, exchange program star, that Heather?"

"The same Heather who got a dog from the Prime Minister of China?" Dash added, eyes wide.

Danny groaned. "Yes, that Heather."

The room exploded.

"DUDE!" Kwan shouted. "How do you date Heather and not talk about it?!"

"It was eighth grade!" Danny protested. "It’s not like we advertised it!"

"Still, you were dating the girl everyone thought was gonna take over the world! How did it even happen?"

Danny smiled a little. "Honestly? Heather liked being around me because I didn’t put her on some pedestal. She was always under pressure to be perfect, but when we hung out, she could just be herself. I introduced her to music she loved, and she enjoyed listening to me rant about stars and NASA. She even had a wallpaper of me looking at the stars because she thought it was cute."

Paulina placed a hand over her heart. "That’s actually adorable."

"Yeah," Danny admitted. "We dated for a while, but… she broke up with me, too."

The room fell quiet for a moment.

"Wait," Star said slowly. "Amy broke up with you. Rei broke up with you. Heather broke up with you. They all said you were, like, the best boyfriend they had… and yet they all broke it off? That doesn’t make any sense."

Danny frowned slightly. "I mean, I never really thought about it. I don’t sit around analyzing my breakups, you know?"

Tucker muttered, "Except on Valentine’s Day."

Meanwhile, Sam had gone silent, her fingers gripping her desk as a memory surfaced—a confrontation from months ago.

Heather’s cold, knowing stare.

"I know what you did, Sam. I know you made Amy break up with Danny. I know you somehow had a hand in Rei’s father losing that job offer. And now I had to break up with him, too. So tell me—what’s your endgame here? Sooner or later, Danny’s going to figure it out. And when he does, and you get called out for your toxic behavior, I hope I’m there to take a photo of your face. Because I will not let you forget what you did."

Sam swallowed hard.

Heather was the girl who could stop any rumor. The one who could read people like a book. If she had put the pieces together, how much longer before Danny did, too?

She clenched her fists under the desk.

"Sam?" Star called, pulling her out of her thoughts. "You okay?"

Sam forced a smirk. "Yeah, just… surprised, is all. Didn’t think Danny was such a heartbreaker."

Danny groaned. "Oh, come on! I was not a heartbreaker!"

Dash smirked. "Three exes say otherwise."

Danny slumped in his seat as the teasing continued, but Sam’s mind was elsewhere. Because Heather was right.

And sooner or later, Danny was going to figure it out.

[hunterrapunzelao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Justice League - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Justice League (DCU), Danny Fenton & Clark Kent Characters: Danny Fenton, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, John Constantine, Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Ghost King Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton is a Justice League Member (DCU), Infinite Realms (Mentioned), Danny phases things into his body, he's fine tho, Not Beta Read, Tumblr Prompt, Danny Fenton is a Mess, we love him for that, Worried Clark Kent, Worried Bruce Wayne, Identity Reveal, John Constantine is So Done, that's not a tag?, The Watchtower (DCU), Links to Tumblr post and profile who sent it to me in the notes, Prompt Fic Series: Part 6 of DP x DC Oneshots Summary:

Tumblr Prompt:

"Danny's got a habit of phasing things into his body, in case he needs it.

This is, of course, perfectly fine. When he needs a pen, notepad, sticky note, phone, wallet, bam he's got it! It's a convenient way to store all his things.

Superman, however, is incredibly worried. X-ray vision isn't perfect, and he can't always understand what he's seeing beyond simple shapes.

He does, however, know that this boy has several unidentifiable masses in his body - completely crowding his organs. Is he okay???"

[riveroverhere]

Little Baby Man

(Sorry if the quality isn't so good. I did this on my phone so the resolution might be out of wack)

Danny is not impressed with being so small.

"You're like a tiny, sassy tadpole."

"I am NOT!"

"He's almost looks cute!"

"Shut up!"

(The cape and aurora borealis took fucking forever to get right T^T

Also, the Ring of Rage was too big so now it's the Bracelet of Berserkers

Also, also. I like that the crown's gems accidentally look like an o0o face lol.)

Timelapse below! (This took just under 3.5 hours)

[bloggerspam]

Just A Quail

for @reaching-writing , loosely inspired by Just a Quail, by Louie Zhong

===

"Do you ever regret it?"

Danny blinked away the stars floating in his head, constellations slowly fading away as it turns from his astrology book up to Sam.

They were lounging in Tucker's dorm room, waiting for him to come back from his talk with one of his professors about something or other.

Sam was on Tucker's bed, crocheting another one of her purple eldritch creatures—a baby yeti, gaping maw still missing its yarn teeth.

Danny was curled up on Tuck's roommate's beanbag chair, reading as they waited in comfortable silence.

"Regret what?" Danny finally answered after too long. Sam was fiddling with the working yarn, tapping her a chewed up neon green nail against her crochet hook.

"Letting me kill you." Sam croaked out, adamantly looking down at her lap and curling up just a little more. "Again."

Danny blinked again, taken aback. "No, of course not. Why?"

"I dunno," Sam bites her lip, still not looking at him. "It's nothing. It was. I was just thinking, is all."

Danny closes his book, unfurling from the beanbag to make his way over to the bed. He slides in on her left side, not too close in case she doesn't want to be touched, leaning back against the headboard and lifting an arm.

Her teeth are making indents, rubbing the purple of her lipstick off, but she scooches under it anyway. He squeezes her shoulder, leaning his head against hers, lets the silence sit for a moment as he chooses his words.

"What is this all about?" Danny finally decides on. "I didn't think it bothered you this much. Have you been thinking about this for the last 5 years?"

Sam jolts, but grabs onto Danny's hand so he's not dislodged, whispering. "I—it's just. You've been having issues lately…"

Sam reaches over him to cradle Danny's left hand, hold it down between their laps, tracing the lichtenberg scars with a tingly gentleness.

"Is this because of my last doctor's appointment?" Danny whispers back. "Sure, I have to wear a brace now for the fine motor skills, but I hardly have any finesse anyway—"

"Your heartbeat is slow." Sam cuts off, finally looking up at him with that violet gaze, "Too slow for NASA. You get trembles in your entire arm, and you won't say it but your left eye's been fucky with vision."

Danny purses his lips, tilts his head away with a careless shrug. "I can work as an engineer instead. Sam, what is this really all about?"

"I just—I had that ethics class the other day and it made me think, you know? Really think. About how I basically took away your one dream, how I could have just. We could have found a way, and you wouldn't have to deal with all this bullshit and get to be an astronaut." Sam looks down at her lap again, looking a little crushed. "I'm going to intern at my dream non-profit. Tucker's getting recruited for that Game company he's been talking about since we were thirteen."

"And I'm going to be in school for a long while yet." Danny finishes when Sam can't. Her shoulders hunch up and squeeze just a little to hard at his hand, if he were still human that is.

"Sam, look at me." Danny urges, grabbing her hand and twisting them so that he's cradling hers instead. He waits until she complies. "Sam, all I ever wanted to do was go to space, learn about the stars, see it all up close. Maybe build rockets."

Sam's face crumples, but Danny lets go of her hands to tilt her chin up, keep her steady. "I can still do all of that—I have done all of that. Sure, it's a little harder to do as a human, but I'm not human."

Sam starts to lose that teary look to her eyes, so Danny lets her go, leans back to look up at the glow in the dark stars they stuck up on Tuck's ceiling so he'd remember them when he's lonely.

"I'm okay with where I'm at. I'm okay being human and fragile and grounded, because that's not all that I am." Danny turns his head towards her, gives her a wide smile. "How's that song go? I used to think I'd wanna be a bird of paradise…"

"But I'm happy being just a quail." Sam's smile is wobbly, but it still warms him up all the same.

The door kicks open, Tucker stepping in with an armload of books he didn't have before and pausing at the doorway when he catches them on his bed.

"….Are you guys back together?" Tucker comes fully in, dropping the books with a loud cascading thumpthumpthump. "Or is it platonic cuddle time?"

Sam and Danny share a look, laughing. Tuck grins, jumping onto the bed and causing them all to bounce all over the place.

And it's good, of course it is. They're all together, after all.

Birds of a Feather.

[reddblight]

I’m being lazy and didn’t proofread this so i’m sorry if it’s not my best, but I wanted Danny and Bart to vibe. Hop y’all still like it. Maybe i’ll post it on ao3 at some point

Danny only really got to see skies like this once a year.

In the deep woods, surrounded by the singing of nocturnal life happening around him it was easy to look up to the stars and get lost in thought. It was one of his favorite parts of camping.

Technically speaking the Fentons didn’t go camping infrequently, often being dragged all over the midwest by his parents looking for some (probably fake) ghost related thing they read about on an online forum. On those trips Danny and Jazz never had any fun. Danny narrowly avoided his parent’s newest contraptions and Jazz mostly tucked herself into the GAV to read. There wasn’t much in the way of family bonding or peaceful moments on those trips.

But once a summer they went on a real camping trip. At the beginning of August they packed up the GAV and took the scenic drive to the same wooded valley in Tennessee where his parents had gone for their honeymoon. Not many would go survivalist camping for a honeymoon, but Jack and Maddie were just cool like that. Danny always finds himself chuckling at that. Anyway, they’d started this tradition around the time when Danny was 8, once he and Jazz were old enough. They’d stay for a whole week. It was always Danny’s favorite week of the year, the one week where his parents acted like they did before the portal had opened.

Normal activities on the trip usually included fishing with Dad while Jazz and Mom swam, going on hikes, and practicing survivalist skills. They sang songs by the fire, told scary stories, and made s'mores. And once the darkest part of night hit Danny would wake up Jazz and make her watch the stars with him from a clearing about half a mile from the campsite.

It was his favorite spot in the whole world, that clearing no more than a hundred or so yards across where a couple boulders sat, smoothed from years of rain and wind. He could feel the grass tickling his ankles from the run there and hear Jazz yelling something about ticks every time he thought of it. It was so quiet there, never truly silent with the sounds of the woods around them, but quiet in that comforting song of night.

The memories brought a quiet smile to his face as his eyes traced Ursa Major from atop his boulder. His trance like focus was interrupted by a small sigh as the soft thud of a head covered in a thick mop of hair fell onto his shoulder. Sitting back to back was the boy he’d met here what felt like forever and a half ago, but was really more like 5ish years ago when they were both 14.

Danny had heard Bart Allen before he understood what his eyes were seeing. A fast talking blur of red winding between trees faster than he could follow. He’d gone invisible when he first heard the odd sound reverberating through the woods, defenses up, was this going to be yet another thing that the portal took from him? But no, when the blur slowed down a bit (never stilled, but slowed) it was just another kid that looked about his age who was about 20% hair complaining about his uncle and a stupid training excursion. His face was kinda scrunched up in a funny way, clearly frustrated and concentrated. Another kid who had been running nearly fast enough to break the sound barrier… So Danny watched him continue running and complaining for probably about 15 minutes before he decided that this probably wasn’t ghost related after the dude clipped his arm on a tree and shouted some sort of unfamiliar expletive.

Not yet dropping invisibility, Danny sort of whisper shouted a ‘hello?’ In the other boy’s direction.

The mystery boy jumped like he’d stepped on a nail, whipping his head around to look for anyone and yelling ‘What the sprock!?’

Danny had felt himself shocked out of invisibility and followed up by asking ‘That dude with the elf ears from Star Trek?’

Bart just stared him dead in the eyes like anything about that had been a normal interaction and went ‘Who?’

Really it all spiraled from there. The boys burst into laughter and introduced themselves, killing any tension. Bart was the first other kid with powers he’d met, the first kid who didn’t look at Danny like he was weird. Bart explained that he was here with his uncle Max to train using his speed in cramped environments with lots of obstacles. He hated it, it was boring and he was far away from his friends and video games. Danny in turn told Bart about the yearly vacation to which the boy responded ‘Oh that’s so crash!’ It took Danny a minute to get used to Bart’s weird slang.

They talked late into the night, trading stories about rogues and adventurers, but also about school and their friends. Danny didn’t tell Bart about his accident, but Bart didn’t tell Danny about being from the future yet either, so it was even. They stayed surface level. They actually ended up talking so long that Jazz came trudging through the woods to find Danny, worried that he’d been kidnapped or killed or something. That marked the end of their first night getting to know each other, Danny heading back to camp with Jazz. Every night for the rest of that week though, they met at the boulder and hung out.

They compared powers (Bart was super jealous that Danny could fly, he loves flying) and talked about their hobbies. Danny even got Bart to sit for a little bit each night to stargaze with him. Bart was bad at sitting still, but Danny telling him the stories behind his favorite constellations seemed to help soothe him for at least a little while.

At the end of the week, the Fenton’s were getting ready to go back to Amity Park, Danny’s Dad packing the car while his Mom checked the routes home. Danny met Bart in the clearing one last time and they exchanged phone numbers, promising to keep in touch.

It wasn’t an empty promise, they did text when they could, but both of them living the hero life was busy. Between Danny juggling Amity Park basically on his own and Bart having both Manchester and Young Justice, they didn’t have a lot of time to talk. Small chats, maybe twice a month. Playing video games together once in a blue moon. It was infrequent, but it was nice when they got the chance.

Before he knew it that first week of August had rolled around again and they were headed back to Tennessee. It had been a long year, and Danny was more than excited for some time away (Sam, Tucker, & Val could hold down the fort for a week anyway).

Danny was excited to see his favorite spot again, to gaze upon the cosmos and see the light dance across the skies. But there was an unexpected benefit, perched atop his boulder, fingers tapping and legs swinging, was Bart. The moment he saw Danny he threw up a Star Trek peace sign and Danny knew it’d be a great week.

Since then, every year without fail, Danny and Bart have seen each other once a year for this trip. They caught up on everything, shared some secrets they never thought they would and strangely enough, they found someone who understood. As much as he loved his friends, Danny felt mostly isolated in his ghostliness. And while Bart had more of a community, he didn’t really feel like people understood him.

Danny revealed his transformation, eventually divulged the lab accident, and even discussed Dan and Dani with Bart. He told Bart how he felt so isolated from humanity the more he slowly changed. Bart met him at his level every time. He told Danny that he felt like no one would ever meet him at his speed like Max did before he went missing, that as much as he loved his other YJ friends part of him worried they just put up with him because he was useful. He shared his conflicting feelings about his own clone, Thad, and how weird it was to adjust to the 21st century.

Both boys related in the fact that neither really felt human enough to belong, but with each other it was easier. Danny’s core understood Bart’s vibrations, and Bart understood Danny’s fear of human experimentation first hand.

Of course there were lighter moments too. Danny told Bart how Clockwork always complained about the Flashes meddling with time, and Bart told Danny all the hilarious places he’d found Rob trying to nap when he thought no one was paying attention. They weren’t heroes responsible for the world here, they were just two dumb teenagers sitting on a big rock, looking up at the sky and finding comfort in a like mind.

“Yo, Danny. You in there?”

He found himself snapped from his thoughts once again by the speedster at his back. Why was he feeling so nostalgic anyway? Weird ass exposition…

He leaned his head back onto Bart’s shoulder, mirroring the other. “Yah, sorry. Just thinkin.”

“Oof, try not to hurt yourself bro.” Danny shifted his eyes from the stars, finding a smirking freckled face with golden eyes meeting his own, wreathed in auburn hair. Bart had a slight accent that transfixed Danny. It wasn’t because he lived in Alabama either, it was that he was from the future. His voice lilted and vibrated in a way that was mesmerizing when he put emotion in his words.

“Shut up dude,” Danny scoffed, playfully shoving back against Bart, who squawked in surprise. Bart shoved back against Danny in retaliation and they both chuckled. “What’s up?”

“I’m zoning out, but I wanna keep watching the stars with you. Tell me a story so I can stay engaged.” Bart met his eyes earnestly. The speedster had trouble keeping his focus on one thing, which Danny could totally relate to. If space wasn’t his one of his obsessions he’d probably be strugglin too. But ADHD be damned, Bart tried to do this with him, to take interest in the things he loved unironically and wholeheartedly.

Danny could hear Bart’s feet tapping faster than an Olympic sprinter as he thought. “How about Hercules? And no, not the Disney movie Bart.” The speedster’s mouth closed almost as quickly as he’d opened it, falling back into that easy impish smile.

“Sounds good to me.” Bart responded in a sing song kinda voice, fingers tap dancing atop his knees.

Danny had probably told Bart the stories of all the constellations in this sky over the years, but he’d do it again hundreds of times for him. He’d quickly figured out that Bart always responded best to casual conversational stories rather than monologuing. He’d only complained so many times about his cousin wally bossing him around before he put two n two together. He could relate, Danny much preferred Sam’s explanations of lit to Mr. Lancer’s lectures.

Hercules wasn’t exactly one of Danny’s favorite heroes though. The fall from heroics to madness always hit him hard. If even someone like that couldn’t keep himself from hurting the ones he loved…

Danny paused the story, taking a stuttering breath. It felt stupid that even after all this time he was still afraid of turning into Dan. He knew it was illogical, he just wished his brain would figure that out too. Instead here he was, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders in the one place he was supposed to feel light and free, throat suddenly a little tight remembering his family stuck to a reactor about to blow.

A soft hand was on his forearm, rubbing it lightly, and Bart’s lilting voice whispered in his ear. “Hey, hey, it’s alright remember?” This wasn’t the first time one of them had helped to soothe the other. “You worried about Dan? Grife, I should let you stop telling this type of story, I always forget it triggers you…” It wasn’t even the first time this particular scenario had occurred. Danny tried to focus on his friends voice instead of the red, burning eyes in his mind.

“I’m here dude, remember? Breathe. We talked about this. If I’m here, it means you can’t have destroyed the future. As long as I’m here Dan will never happen. Not that you’d destroy the world without good reason anyway, I’d probably have your back if you decided to. Could definitely get Rob, Kon, and Cassie on our side. Oh, sorry, rambling.” Bart muttered to himself quietly at super speed before shaking his head and refocusing. He turned from their back-to-back position and wrapped himself around Danny. It probably looked kinda funny from an outside perspective. Danny, who’d grew into his Dad’s height being basically big spooned by Bart’s 5’4” ass.

The thought was enough to shock Danny into a bit of laughter, pulling air back into his lungs. He felt bart smile into his upper back at the nape of his neck. “There ya go dude, breathing is super crash. Can’t laugh if you don’t breathe and that’d suck because I’m hilarious.”

Danny let himself unwind, leaning back into Bart as embarrassment flooded him. He buried his face in his hands and groaned, “Duuude, I’m so sorry. I feel like an idiot.”

Bart hooked his chin over Danny’s shoulder before responding. “It’s chill dude. Like Carol tells me, ‘emotions ain’t logical.’ Besides you’ve done the same for me.”

“Yeah, I know… still though.” Like bart had said, they’d talked about this before. Danny liked Bart for a lot of reasons, but one of the most selfish was the reason Bart had supplied. For him to come back from the 31st century, Dan couldn’t have razed the earth. There was a deep comfort in truly solid proof that he wouldn’t burn it all down in the end.

“Nope. No excuses.” Bart started braiding bits of Danny’s hair with dexterous prestige. “You’re too smart to be that dumb.”

Pff, what a wordsmith. “You wanna hear a different story?”

“Only if you’re up to it.”

A smile found its way onto Danny’s face. His eyes traveled skyward again as he set his sights. “Lets try Ophiuchis.”

[impyssadobsessions]

AHH did this for GTA event on discord. Though to be truthful I wanted to do something for this fic for a while. Its so much fun for a short bit and really set my hc on how to do Maddie in reveals gone wrong >w< FEAST OF FOLLY It is locked for registered users only.

Feast of Folly (1977 words) by CleanLenins Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Maddie Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton Additional Tags: Maddie Fenton's A+ Parenting, Poisoning, Attempted Murder, Protective Jazz Fenton, Ectober 2021 (Danny Phantom) Series: Part 6 of Lenn's Ectober 2021 Summary: Ectober Day 8: Poison Maddie is heartbroken that one of her inventions killed (half-killed) one of her children. She will do whatever it takes to make it right.

Its suppose to be Maddie seeing Jazz right before she fades away >w< Also this is how it looks without the eye hole...

[knifknighted]

Okay so hear me out

Danny is one of the Bat's clones (I'm thinking Tim or maybe Jason?). And Ellie is Danny's clone. The father (probs Tim) stumbles across Ellie while she is sightseeing around Gotham. Ellie gets into some trouble and the Bats get her DNA. Tim finds out he is the father of a clone and has a breakdown.

[2tcs]

Danny’s Journal or A Countdown to the Beginning

Summary: A look into the year leading up to the accident from the perspective of a forgotten journal.

February 9, 2002

Dear journal. Mom and Dad said they had a surprise for me and Jazz when we get home from school. Please God don't let it be another ghost gun or something. My hair is still singed from the last one.

Update. It was, in fact, a gun. Jazz now has a mild burn on her arm and is screaming how they need therapy. Not disagreeing but I don't think it's going to happen.

February 12, 2002

Dear journal. Happy birthday. A year ago Jazz gave you to me for my birthday. How my parents haven't accidentally destroyed you I don't know.

Me Tucker, Sam, and Jazz went out to eat for my birthday. Sam even had her family driver take us a town over to try that new restaurant. Well, that's what their excuse was.  I think they were trying to get me out of the house for a little bit since Mom and Dad are going on a rampage through the house disassembling all the appliances. It's 10 pm and I can still hear noise coming from the basement.

March 26, 2002

I have the best idea for an April Fools prank. It involves chez whiz and glitter.

April 1, 2002

The prank worked like a charm. The jocks are going to smell like cheese for weeks. And they ain't ever getting the glitter out.

On the downside. Dash broke my arm and Mom and Dad put a “Fenton Anti-ghost Cast” on me. It kinda glows and makes my arm feel weird.

April 23, 2002

Sam’s birthday party was a glorious disaster this year. Her mom decided to do a princess-themed party. We have been preparing for this day since Sam found one of her mom’s work journals. We managed to sneak paint and glitter bombs into the venue before anyone got there. We even managed to get one on each of the chandeliers. It was awesome. Everyone got covered in black paint and red glitter. 

What we didn’t account for was Grandma Ida hiring professional snake handlers to bring in a bunch of snakes for Sam. The snakes were non-venomous and luckily were all caught after one of the rich people bumped into the table that the snake cage was on. And the paint was non-toxic so it was easy to clean off the snakes too without them getting sick. Still kinda feel bad that the snakes got caught in the crossfire though.

May 20, 2002

🎵Schools out for the summer!🎵 Lol this is going to be so exciting. Our last summer as middle schoolers. Nothing but the big leagues after this!

June 13, 2002

Dad wants to go camping for Father's Day so we're going to head out tomorrow morning. Think I heard them mention Lake Arrowhead. That'll be cool. Haven't fished there before.

June 15, 2002

I don't know how but we're in Gotham. Apparently, there's some stupid ghost conversation going on so we're going to be stuck here for the next week. On the pulse side though I found a really cool cafe not too far from the hotel. And they don’t seem to care if you just hang out as long as their not busy and you buy something. Me and Jazz will probably be spending a lot of time here or at their library. It’s huge and has an entire section of space!

June 16, 2002

Turns out I'm allergic to something called Blood Blossoms. Mom and Dad ended up having some guy try to cleanse me of “the evil spook” after I accidentally brushed up against the flowers he had on his table. Jazz had to convince them to get me to the hospital. Luckily one of the guys walking around had an epi pen. So that helped. Still sucks and now I'm stuck at the hotel while Jazz frets like a mother hen. I don't think she's even realized that she has a rash on her hand from when she threw the flowers away from me.

June 19, 2002

So… Batman is real… wtf? He apparently has some questions for Mom and Dad but they haven't come back yet. He apologized to me and Jazz for waking us up and gave us suckers? Which. Weird. And Jazz threw them away when he left because “stranger danger is still a thing even if they are a hero”. RIP little Root Beer flavored DumDum. You will be missed.

And on the other hand, Robin was pretty cool. He's snarky and brave and hilarious and he is just so cool. 10/10 New favorite Robin. He even gave me a book recommendation for the report I'm supposed to turn in at the start of freshman year.

June 22, 2002

We were supposed to leave Gotham today. We were supposed to finally head to one of the lakes on the way home to do some camping and fishing. We were supposed to have a relaxing time. So please journal. Can you tell me why the giant wannabe scaly just threw the GAV? Now we are going to be stuck in this stupid city for another week while Mom and Dad fix it.

June 24, 2002

I made a new friend! Do you remember that cafe I talked about a few days ago? Well, I met a guy there. His name is Jason. He’s an absolute lit nerd but is way cool. The guy’s got muscles underneath his school uniform too. The guy looks like he could snap me like a twig yet isn’t at all like Dash. Hopefully, we can keep in contact after we head back to Amity. For now, we are planning on meeting up at the cafe tomorrow with our favorite books. I found “Star Stories”at the library so I’m bringing it with me. I don’t know if he likes stars but I hope he likes some of the stories about them.

July 9, 2002

Finally back at home. Dad had smuggled fireworks into the GAV (how they didn’t explode when KC threw it in Gotham idk) so we spent the 4th of July shooting them off at the lake. We ended up going to Lake Erie for the camping trip because Mom heard something at the convention about a ghost hanging out around there. Didn’t see any ghosts but the fishing was good. I even caught a bass the size of my head! All around it was really fun! Oh and the stars were so clear! The Summer Triangle was so clear you could point out Vega, Deneb, and Altair! It was so cool! Did you know that Vega is in the Lyra constellation? Or Deneb is in the Cygnus Constellation. And Altair is a part of the Aquila constellation!

Maybe I should ask if Mom and Dad could get me another journal for charting the stars. I’ll need the practice if I want to become an astronaut.

July 29, 2002

It’s a good thing that I got two of everything when me, Sam, and Tucker went shopping for school supplies. I got a lot of new space-themed stuff but the moment I got home Dad insisted on ghost-proofing my new backpack… It melted. I don’t even know how he managed to melt a canvas bag. It didn’t even catch fire first. Just started melting the moment Dad started spraying his new “Fenten Ecto-Rejecto Spray” on it. Wtf Dad.

On the plus side, Sam found a new coffin backpack and Tucker was able to get a new bag that had a pouch that he can put the walkman he got yesterday for his birthday. He is so hyped about it. 

August 6, 2002

School starts next week and I am so hyped. Finally going to be a high schooler. Cool Kids Club here we go!

August 15, 2002

Kill me now. May the Gods strike me down and end my suffering. May the Faits find me lacking and cut my string. May the Crone tear me from the tapestry, the mother rejects my thread from the loom and the maiden take the wool of my youth and set it aside.

Sam has just informed me that that isn’t quite what the Mother, Maiden, and Crone do but whatever. Just know that everything sucks because apparently someone called the house phone and told Mom and Dad that there was a ghost in the school. The A-listers are blaming me for ruining their high school debut.

August 30, 2002

Mom and Dad have started making more noise in the lab than normal. It’s gotten to the point that Jazz has been spending more time at the library to study. Speaking of Jazz, she has been obsessing over self-help and psychology books lately. I mean. Jazz has always talked up therapy but now she’s kinda getting snooty about it. Sam suggested we start hanging out at that gazebo thingy at the park so we can get our work done on the nicer days. We’ll have to hang at Tucker's place though on the rainy days. Sam’s parents have decided that it’s time to put their foot down and get Sam to “socialize with your actual peers Sammy-kins so that you can make better connections and start networking” or whatever. So basically Sam’s mom doesn’t want her to be associated with us plebs I guess.

September 8, 2002

Mom and Dad repurposed the fridge so they could put samples in it. Apparently, the one in the lab broke. The green stuff in the tubes kinda creeps me out. Jazz is yelling at them about it. I kinda agree. Cross-contamination anyone? Think I’m gonna eat out at Nasty more often.

September 28, 2002

Either I’m going crazy or the leftover chicken and noodle soup in the fridge was moving. Like the noodles were wiggling around like worms or something. Jazz ordered pizza.

October 5, 2002

There are new wires in the house now and they glow? Mom said that they had some sort of breakthrough and are using the samples that they have to coat some of the tech in the house to “ecto-proof” it. Apparently, the ectoplasm doesn’t like electronics so they weren’t really able to mix it with tech too well. Some of Mom’s blueprints look like Star Wars blasters. Dad’s are less impressive.

October 29, 2002

Mom and Dad have locked me and Jazz in our rooms because of the “Ghost Menaces”. Me and Jazz have both taped warning signs on our windows so some brave trick-or-treaters don’t accidentally get hurt.

November 1, 2002

The signs worked but I saw Mom and Dad taking off in the GAV around midnight. Whatever. Me and Tucker did manage to reach a new level in DOOM last night so that was cool. And it’s World Vegan Day today so Sam is going to take us out to eat at a vegan place for dinner. I have no clue what Tucker’s going to eat. Well probably get it to-go so he can get something.

I found out where Mom and Dad went last night. The cops showed up and gave Mom and Dad a ticket for destroying a part of the park's water fixture. Someone had organised a haunted forest thing in the park and my parents went absolute ape.

November 2, 2002

Who told Mom and Dad about Dia de Los Muertos? Or that there was a little remembrance celebration/party thing going on today because of it? I’ve decided to make deviled eggs in protest of their chaos and have also bought candy skulls to eat.

November 18, 2002

Apparently, there is an Occult Day(?) and Sam insists we spend the day researching cults. Tucker has found a tech cult online that says there is “Techno Magic” and he is now trying to learn it. Sam has found a book of curses and has been giggling since she found it. Sam giggling is terrifying. I am concerned.

November 28, 2002

The turkey came to life and attacked us. Mom and Dad are blaming ghosts but me and Jazz agree that this is totally their fault for putting the stupid ecto in the fridge. At least the rest of the food was edible. I mean. It had a kinda glowing but I haven’t gotten sick yet. So yay?

November 29, 2002

So the food wasn’t good and I ended up getting sick this morning. fml Jazz is mad that I ate some of it. I am fully aware of what food safety is Jazz. But I was hungry and after the turkey, I was just tired and hangry. I had no clue you had ordered pizza so :p

December 5, 2002

On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me! Nothing because my family is insane. Mom and Dad are already starting their yearly Santa argument. Sam and Tuck are both out of town to visit family for the holidays, Jazz is avoiding the house because it’s “disruptive to my mental development” and I’m grounded for yelling at Dad when he burst into my room and accidentally made my little Rover fall off the shelf and brake.

December 9, 2002

Mom and Dad’s insanity is ramping up. They almost never leave the lab now and whenever I try to bring food down to them they either just mumble and keep working or start arguing again. The whole in the wall has a frame now too.

December 24, 2002

I made a mistake when I brought Mom and Dad their dinner today. In my defense, I was just tired of them yelling about Santa. So I asked why they had hazmat suits but me and Jazz didn’t if ecto was so dangerous. Because if it’s that dangerous then the fact we have ecto in the fridge means that we should all have suits. Jazz is furious with me cause now our parents are making us try on our new suits tomorrow. I am terrified of whatever monstrosity they create no matter how “fashionable” Dad claims they will be.

December 25, 2002

It’s worse than I thought. Mine’s white.

January 15, 2003

Gods, I hate this. I’ve been sick for the past week and Jazz says we’re almost out of soup. I keep going back and forth between being hungry and puking up whatever Jazz feeds me. Mom says that she has some tea that may help but when Dad brought it up it tasted funny. It did make me feel a little better but it just had a really weird taste. Dad said it’s just because I’m sick so everything tastes funny right now.

January 19, 2003

Is it weird that I want to lick the ecto in the fridge? I’m pretty sure it is but it still kinda looks lickable to me. Like how you know that D batteries are not edible but almost everyone has licked one at some point?

Jazz just gave me a lecture about putting things in my mouth that I shouldn’t… Again…

January 27, 2003

Jazz scared me this morning. I walked into the kitchen this morning and just saw glowing eyes. Like a cat’s eyes in the dark. Jazz thinks I’m hallucinating from lack of sleep because of the all-nighter I pulled with Tuck trying to pass the next level on DOOM but I swear that her eyes were glowing.

February 9, 2003

I’m starting to worry. I know they're obsessed with their dumb portal but they haven’t eaten in 2 days. Jazz is planning on going down there and persuading (yelling at them) them to eat if they don’t come up for dinner tonight.

February 12, 2003

Happy Birthday to me. I am now 14 years old. Mom and Dad forgot it was my birthday again. They ran into the kitchen this morning because they completed their portal. They even dragged me and Jazz down into the lab to see them turn it on before we went to school. It didn’t work and now Mom and Dad are going to take a drive around town to clear their heads. They probably won’t be back until dinner time. Sam and Tucker are coming over after school though so at least it will be quiet while they are over. And I think Jazz is going to make a cake if the box of mix I saw her trying to hide from me yesterday is any indication. 

[playedcrowd5610]

Haunting the Nemesis - Danny Phantom x Transformers Prime Oneshot Master list

Danny has decided to call this Decepticon warship his new haunt, now he is having the time of his afterlife messing with these guys. Especially when they try so hard to get rid of him. Why leave now? He doesn’t even have to pay rent.

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Ao3: Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost - (the one-shots below are from here)

Part 4: Falling Stars

Untold Adventures on the Nemesis (Non-Canon Scenes) ===

ART:

Danny Design - Starscream Comparison

Chasing Stars Cover

Burning Rubber Cover

Haunting the Nemesis Cover

Decepticons Phone Caller ID

Falling Stars Cover

Danny Dark Energon Injury Scene

Roddie x C-27 Ship Art

Box Ghost Stealing Energon

Knockout Eyelashes/Laserbeak Bubblewrap

DeathStar Valentine

Danny and Star Petting Animation

Signature Located SOUNDWAVE

Megatron Arm No More/Punching Practice

HTN Workplace AU: Cat!Danny Design

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[ANIMATIC] - Protective Programming

[ANIMATIC] - Big Happy Family

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Questions:

Is Danny the Ghost King In This Series?

Why does Danny Defend the Cons' Murder?

Pet VS Partner Humans

Language key for HTN + Adopticons

Human Height Comparison HTN

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Fanart for Adopticons:

Ratbat Backpack

Ravage and Cujo

Cassette Danny

Dadwave Parent-Teacher Meeting

Laserbeak Jumpscare:

Shockwave: Where did you find this creature?

Danny Ratbat Hug

Danny Hurt in Alleyway

Dual Wielding Hyperfixations

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ADVENTURES OF THE DECEPTICONS' PET GHOST - Chapter List

Soundwave: - Danny finally manages to get a chance to talk to Soundwave and finds out why Megatron hasn't discovered him yet. Maybe he also makes a friend along the way.

Little Hands Make Light Work: - Starscream goes to the medbay and Danny ends up learning some cybertronian biology.

Take Flight: - Danny takes Starscream for a flight to help blow off some steam. And maybe there is more to Danny than meets the eye.

Laserbeak: - Danny meets Laserbeak for the first time

Breaking Down: - Danny has a heart-to-heart with Breakdown… (Or I guess in this case it's a core-to-spark)

The Gift of Language: - Danny's been working on a surprise for his favorite seeker.

The Nemesis Chase: - Danny books it through the Nemesis with an angry Knockout on his heels

Steve, Roddie, and C-27: - Danny runs into some injured Vehicons and they don't know what to make of this strange human with zero life-preservation skills and a knack for medical assistance.

A Crushed Bug: - Bumblebee is trapped in a collapsed energon mine, that is until this strange human finds him and helps patch him up.

Protective Programming: - After some careful consideration, Laserbeak has concluded that Danny has a complete lack of self-preservation and it was up to him to keep the human safe. - Or three times Laserbeak “saves” Danny and the one time Danny returns the favor. - ANIMATIC INCLUDED WITH THIS STORY!!!

Additional Medical Assistance Required: - Danny gets severely injured after a fight with a soul eater and some hunters, and the Decepticons don't know what to do. Knockout's tools aren't small enough for this, so they only have one option: They need to get some help.

Bedrest: - After the events of "Additional Medical Assistance Required," Knockout decides to put Danny on Bedrest. But Danny has other plans.

Catching Up With The Autobots: - June returns from her kidnapping shaken, and the Autobots are deeply concerned.

Vivisection Buddies: - After being attacked and experimented on by M.E.C.H, Breakdown is rushed to the medical bay for his injuries.

Operation Payback: - Danny and Knockout team up to get some payback.

Keep Away: - The Decepticons have to hide their pet human from Megatron.

Jazz: - Danny and his sister have some catching up to do.

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Thanks again everyone <3

Haunting the Nemesis

[lexosaurus]

y'all badger cereal ppl really be out here dragging my ass down this road huh

[puppetmaster13u]

Hi, I have fallen deeply in love with your Down in the Deep au. My brain wants to share some thoughts. 

It would be funny if the ectoplasm was just making sure Danny has a better chance at surviving a new environment with basic adaptation, wonky but works. But now, it begins to mimic the "native" life forms of this dimension to get even better and comfortable. The more he explored, depending on who he encountered, his ghost biology goes, "Hmm, I like this; it's mine now," and Danny just keeps evolving until he's like the apex predator, but due to him meeting Sebastian first, it influenced his appearances to stay similar to the first creature he saw. 

Basically, little baby(fish)man until someone provoked him, then 

The people's misunderstanding can go two ways: either Urbanshade gave this kid the worse genetic milshake combo they could cooked up or Sebastian is going around (wiki said a female angler can have up to 8 males).

Or maybe Danny, with his teeth changing to the new diet, gnawed on Sebastian not knowing that he's basically injecting the man with ectoplasm in small doses. If theoretically, the unexplained DNA in him was the Pressure version of ectoplasm but also not (they're both extradimensional materials) he could become powerful or mutated beyond recognition. Months go by, luck won out and Sebastian realizes his tail is inches longer than it was supposed to be, and there seem to be patterns appearing on his body. Meanwhile, the cause of his evolution is still held in his arms, watching his "guardian" freak out.

Thank you for listening to my brain dump

ARE YOU IN MY WALLS-