#danny phnatom

[sailor-toni]

Three Dead Brothers

You can also read this on A03, FF.net, and Wattpad

Nocturn and Clockwork are siblings and have an argument about the third sibling, Pariah Dark.

Clockwork watched the giant pendulum sway through the study. The large silver weight reflected Clockwork’s worn and aged face in its shimmering surface. And then the reflection changed as the wrinkles receded into his rapidly shrinking face, giving way to large young eyes and a swirl of white hair. 

“You haven’t gotten that under control yet?” Nocturne said. 

“It's nothing to control. Just like time itself, the changes in my appearance can not be controlled,” Clockwork said, his body had begun to shrink down to the size of a toddler. 

“I remember a time where you could stay in one form just fine.” 

“I was less powerful then.” 

“And better looking.” 

“If you have only come here to mock me, then I must ask that you leave.” 

“Did I hit a nerve dear brother?” 

“You are hitting my patience.” 

“Then I will make this quick, I am here to request that you free Pariah.” 

“What nonsense, I refuse to listen to this garbage.” Clockwork began to get up from the old couch. 

“How long should he have to suffer before you forgive him?” 

“It is not up to me to forgive him, it is up to the rest of the Ghost Zone.” 

“They barely remember his name anymore. Most of the ghosts he hurt have moved on.” 

“And the rest will spend the rest of their afterlife in fear if I let him out.” 

“How cruel you are towards your own brother! The three of us came out of the void together and one day we will return. Do you want your return to be marred with hatred?” 

“The day for our brother to earn his second chance will come soon. But not today. I will not open that box and if you try I will stop you.” Clockwork said. 

Eons ago when life was created, the three of them were born from the chaos fully formed in the Ghost Zone. Time, space, and momentum. As the universe expanded so did their power and influence. Clockwork could see the birth, life, and death of the universe before his eyes, and the many ways its death could come prematurely. Nocturne could expand his body past any normal limits and invade spaces deep inside of others. Learning of their innermost desires and fears and manipulating them for his own needs. And the last brother, the Pariah, picked up strength and fire as he moved throughout the lands, fighting battle after battles, and destroying each wall he came across until there was none left for him to crash through. But, once something is set in motion it can not stop on its own, so the last brother turned on the rubble left behind for fulfillment. One gastly reign as ruler of all later, and time was forced to find an unbreakable wall to trap him in. 

“How little respect do you have for your last brother, for you threaten me so?” Nocturne scorned. 

“You misunderstand, for I have enough respect for you that I know you will heed my warning.” Clockwork said. 

With a heavy silence Nocturne left the tower at the edge of time, his vast mind racing through all the possibilities. Until he realized there was a little man in a lonely castle who craved nothing but power and control. Deep in the inner space of the man Nocturne whispered into the dreaming mind, “It should be you on the throne of the dead with the crown of fire and ring of rage. Only then will the world learn what you have always known. The world belongs to Vlad Masters.”

[ectopuppy]

its the boyyyyyyy (and shoko)

brain fell out so i drawed my sonic ocs uwu

[scrombit]

year difference !!!!!! didnt have time to color so i might come back to it but idk !!!

mks just therr being mk !!!dunno if this interaction is at all acuracte, never watched the last season and i cant remember for the life of me !!! i feel like mei and redson would just fight all the gosh darn time for no reason tho !!! anyway, danny phnatom post soon maybe, worked on a lotta comission today !!! bye gang !! sleep well !!!

[lazerswordweilder]

Danny Phantom (I was not calling him Danny, respect thank you very much) woke up and blinked open slowly, he tried to push himself up but quickly fell and I caught him, he frowned

“You’re not them.” he said, slurring slightly “I’m not tied up?” he asked, his expression sifted to concern and he looked around, then his eyes landed on me and went wide “SUPERMAN!?” he yelled

“How do you know me?” I asked

“You’re from the comics! The Kryptonian! You’re an alien! So-” Danny Phantom coughed out a little blood and stopped talking to rub his through, I was so happy that Lazarus Water turned out to be ectoplasm and it did heal him.

“You know me? You’re Danny Phantom! The superhero from the comics and cartoons I love.” I said, we both blinked at each other

“You’re my favourite hero ever!” we yelled in unison

“I have so many questions.” Danny Phantom asked

“First explain what happened, is it the giw or one of your rouges?” I asked,

“Oh, they didn’t share the rest of my story did they?” he asked

“What rest of story, didn’t you get your happy ending?” I asked

“It got worse, the giw became an actual threat, none of my rouges understand school hours or deadlines, mum and d- Maddie and Jack got me, they cut me open, wanted to see what the ghost boy looked like on the inside.” Danny Phantom said, suddenly he didn’t look the same, he looked hundreds of years older and it occurred to me that he’s a child who had to deal with not only teenaged vigilantism but his own death and figuring out he was a new species only with his sister and friends, and he even had to hide it from his parents.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” I said

“Thanks.” Danny Phantom said “And it does mean something, not to have an ego- but we’re pretty similar, I died, you figured out you’re alien, we both protected our towns because no one else was, had to figure out our powers. I figured if you could do it I could to.” Danny Phantom said, running a hand through his hair

“I’ve had literally the same thoughts.” I said “Definitely stay with us for now, I’m not going to to kick you out and we can figure out how to get back to your dimension and-”

“Actually I can get back.” Danny Phantom said “Wulf taught me how to open portals to the realm, I’d just need to find one for Amity that isn’t the Fentons because- well, you know. But,” Danny Phantom glanced at me “If it’s not too big of a deal, I could bring my sister and Sam and Tucker and Dani here and we could live here instead? Just for a while?” Danny Phnatom asked, the hope yet readiness to be turned down broke my heart,

“Of course, as long as you need.” I said, his eyes lit up.

“Thank you so much Superman!” Danny Phantom said

“Call me Clark, or Kal-El, or Superman, which ever,” I offered Danny Phantom my hand

“Call me Danny, Phantom if I’m in costume- oh and it’s Danny Nightingale not Fenton, Jazz was going to try and get custody of me the moment she turned 18 and we were going to change our names.” Danny said, I nodded

“Fair.”

@thordottir45 @kisatamao @somera-rubina @theamazingfox @dimes-to-dollars @caspertheloudassghost I think that was everyone who wanted to be tagged for my post specifically, :)

Memento Mori - DPxDC

What was beyond death. Was there anything at all? Was there nothing?

That was what he always wondered.

When Clark was a child, he looked up to his fictional hero: Danny Phantom. A half-dead guy in a comic book series that led to the most bisexual awakenings in the century.

Clark liked to go back and reread the comic books from Issue #1 (they were fairly short, but all parts of an “episode”, almost like those ads on shows, but the wait time was every two weeks). He tended to read them all in one sitting, and yet oddly enough, never disturbed as he murmured the made-up summoning spell under his breath.

He could’ve sworn he had been going through them for over an hour and not twenty minutes.

It was Phantom who inspired him to continue being Superman in his darkest moments. He also considered himself physical proof that Danny’s palette swap was enough to hide his identity.

The glasses ARE enough.

When Clark found out he had a clone, he was ecstatic to be able to teach Conner anything everything, to answer any questions his little brother had.

Danielle “Dani” Phantom and her awaited return in “Issue #46 D-stabilized” caused him to become a mama bear to Conner out of the fear he would melt within a few weeks. But it wasn’t like anyone at the Watchtower had to know that small detail.

Getting married to Lois was the best day of his life, the day of Jon’s birth also fighting for that first place spot in his mind.

He had a clone brother, a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, and an amazing group of friends that work together to protect the planet he calls home.

But everything started to fall apart when a protest against metas took it too far, Jon’s powers started to develop and he was seen accidentally tripping, falling, and catching himself by hovering a few inches above the pavement.

Jon said he considered himself lucky nothing scarred. He laughed everything off when it came to the topic.

But it shook Clark, Lois, and Conner to the core.

Memento mori.

It reminded Superman that despite his impenetrable skin, Death can come at any moment. Even for him.

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When Danny was a little boy, he dreamt of reaching the stars, he wanted to be able to touch the moon, explore Mars, and roam the galaxy he resides in and beyond.

He read these comic books of a league of heroes, a team with space cops, super powered humans, a man dressed in a bat suit that was more effective at capturing rogues and villains than some of the powered members, aliens, and so much more.

He flipped through the weekly published comics, learning to read better than most at a young age. He had two favorites, Superman and Martian Manhunter.

Danny wanted to explore the stars like his heroes. He wanted to be able to fight as well as the big Bat. He wanted superpowers. He wanted to help people. He wanted to fight his own set of supervillains. He wanted to be able to succeed and be loved.

Oh how he got everything he wanted but the last.

Tucker and Sam were the only reason he hadn’t broken yet, the reason he was still standing.

The anti-ecto acts, the GIW, Vlad, Pariah Dark, and his- Jack and Maddie’s sadistic comments about ghosts were the last straw.

The hero always wins… they don’t die to the evil they want to stop… right..?

Right..?

…

The sound of a scraping scalpel, the buzz of the lights, and the squeals of pleasure - as his ghostly heart was found again and again and prodded again and again - filled his ears for an unknown length of time.

His cries for help were never answered until a summoning pulled at his core, it was a personal calling, someone had managed to find his calling card.

The tears of relief stung his eyes as the dissection table with his body strapped down to it was sucked into a summons portal.

He was spat out in front of kids, most likely teenagers, due to the shrieks of horror and surprise.

Oh… oh how he prayed to the Ancients that he’d live to see another day as a tears slipped out of his eyes.

Memento mori.

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Jon found out about his comic book collection and wanted to show Damian.

Clark hummed as he typed up an official report on a rogue attack to send to the Watchtower.

His blood ran cold when he heard his son scream from over in Gotham.

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

Are Danny Phantom fans still angsting it up or did they all grow up and start having fun?

[raeynbowboi]

And what D&D book did you find these "Revived Rogue" and "Psionics Wizard" from Danny Phnatom's profile?

At the time, it was Unearthed Arcana in development. I assumed it would be printed with the Soul Knife Rogue and the Psi Knight Fighter, but we were denied our Psionics Wizard, and then we were denied its replacement: the Psionic Soul Sorcerer. Both of which I object to being denied. But we did get the Revived Rogue reprinted as the Phantom Rogue.

[redead-red]

#did i pick these two just to make red sad?#possibly

DAMN DUDE JUST AT ME NEXT TIME ;_; IM CRYING IN THE CLUB MY POOR BOY

Misplaced Courage

In his quest to expose Phantom, Wes enlists the help of the mayor. Everyone finds out Wes was right in the worst way possible. Prompts by @idiot-cheesehead-archenemy and @crackedfoutainpen Happy(?) Phic Phight everyone! On Ao3

It was ridiculous how no one could tell Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same. He barely tried to hide it, content to be shielded by the fact Phantom was a ghost. After all, who would possibly think some dead kid was also an alive kid?

Honestly, Wes was pretty sure ‘Fenton’ was just a handy disguise for the ghost. It explained all of his little ‘accidents’ with the school glassware, how the black haired boy just happened to go missing whenever a big ghost fight went down. Oh and who could forget Tucker Foley and Sam Manson, who often helped Phantom? They just so happened to be Fenton’s BFFs? It was so obvious!

Keep reading

[orangemeta]

Hi Followers

I just want to remind you I do NOT use trigger warnings/spoilers/NSFW tags on this blog. (Please see intro link for more details.) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I’m going to put up an “admin” post after I do a clump of new posts stating any new tags (so you can add them to your blacklist as need be) and the main fandoms so you know what to expect. (just blacklist “admin things” if you don’t care about getting this warning)

new tags: Motherland: Fort Salem (”sing to the forces”); The Half of It (”words appear”)

fandoms (that I remember I did): Hamilton, misc books (Red, White and Royal Blue), Good omens, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, misc anime/cartoons (Sonic Boom, Scooby Doo, Danny Phnatom, Pokemon), myths, general fandom), Naturo, Disney, language, Gilmore Girls, 9-1-1, Roswell, Derry Girls, West Wing, Teen Wolf, Star Trek

head’s up: comics

[you-just-got-wormed]

Andy

well, i think of watching hxh (i havent abandoned it i s w e a r) and camp camp and for some reason danny phnatom?? do with that what you will i guess? they are my best big sibling and i love them a lot. also just like, killin the makeup game damn sib

[sailor-toni]

An Heir in Sheep’s Clothing

One day I will return to this, but you can read this one shot here, or on A03, FF.net, or on Wattpad!

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Vlad Masters. Billionaire, business guru, and number seven on Forbes list of top ten hottest rich bachelors. He rose the ranks of a small Wisconsin cheese company and became CEO at the age of twenty-four. He has made several generous donations to a few hospitals, a few medical charities, and to one school in Amity Park. He keeps his head low and gains more money by the hour than most do in a month. A perfect hit for what Darien has planed.

Grabbing his tool kit, a few items of clothing and his notebook. Darien, blue eyes, grey hair, and a head taller than the Masters himself. Threw the laptop in the microwave. Cranked it up to eleven, and ran from his foster parents trailer.

Three weeks later he was on the Local Amity Park station. A small rip in his hoodie, exposed a large stain. A bruise on his cheek accompanied his tired eyes, and a downhearted look graced his oh so sad face. These blue puppy eyes looking longing into the large expensive camera.

“When did you figure out he was your father?” The reporter asked.

“When I saw him on TV. I have vague memories of my poor mother talking about how Dad was gonna come home any day,” he paused, a look of pain and sorrow twisted his face. “He looks just like the man my mother described, and I know deep down that he’s my father. Like how a mother knows who her son is. It’s a gut feeling Mrs.”

“Have you contacted your father?”

“I have.”

“And what did he say?”

“He… he did not believe me. Which I guess I could understand. I’m just some kid on the street. I’m sure he has like, a hundred or so of those claiming to be his son. I’m no different I guess. But I’m not just some random kid. Mr Masters, Dad. If you’re watching this, I will take whatever test you want, I’ll…I’ll go in front of a judge and tell him, I’ll walk on water if you want.. I just want to be a family with you sir. Is that so much to ask for?”The reporter put a hand on his shoulder, signing off to the camera. An intern ran up to give him a box of tissues, a camera man gave him a big leather jacket. The joints of the jacket were faded and the but well loved, and the reported offered to buy him lunch. Remorseful faces gave him what he needed and much more. More than he deserved, but not unwanted. An eye drop container sat in his new coat pocket, sung against the leather, as Vlad Master bore holes into his own fine leather chair. Eyes glazed over in anger at the wolf born child. Darien cease to mind this. His tears were long gone by the time he left the hotel shower. Thick clouds of steamed followed him into the lavish yellow room. Golden stripes ramped up and down the walls. Moving within his eyes site as he bounced upon the soft bed. A woman saw him on the news and paid for him to rest. How kind, how sweet. His bruise was gone now, but would soon make its reappearance from with in his stolen makeup kit. Just like the sad poor boy, who had walked from West Virginia to Wisconsin to find his father after the slow and painful death of his mother had left him, without a family. Cancer takes the good ones so soon.

Gagging from his own thoughts Darien laughed and howled at the act.

“Sheesh in this town they’ll buy anything.”Resting on the bed, its golden cushions would soon be on his own bed, in his mansion, with his father? Dad? Papa? What would he call him? It didn’t matter. From the hotel’s computer his story had gone viral, and that’s what matters. You can’t say no to an angry hate mob. He thought to himself. The dimming lights of the room lulling him to a shallow sleep. “Get up!” Darien rocked up from his bed. The golden room, now a deep shade of pink. The bouncing stripes that lined the walls, were now caving around him and the figure. pale blue skin, blood red eyes, and white blazing fangs, like it was from a scary children’s book. Every detail created to terrify a small child, down to the white cape and spiked vampire like hair. But this was not a spook created from tired writers profiting off a child’s nightmares. The figure hovered above the bed, the small cracks of dirt speckled across his boots, as Darien watched his chest rise and fall like normal men. But his eyes, pupil less and swirling with hatred, drilled into his mask.

“You think it’s fun to deceive and lie on the news. Manipulating those morons into your little con.” The figure spoke.

“This isn’t a con! I just want to see my father- and who are you? Why are you here?” The figure replied with a long hearty, almost fleshy laugh.

“Darien, son of none, you must take me for a fool.”

The kid was taken aback. He knew this town had ghost. He knew. He saw the news and in this age a lot of things can happen, but. The ghost continued, his voice coasting through his thoughts.

“Vlad Masters has no children. A sad state of affairs indeed, but greatness is not always recognized.”

“And you can see it?” Darien said.

“Of course. I am an old ghost. Traveling from times far beyond your own. I have seen this con before and I’ll see it again. But I have an interest in the Masters and I don’t wish for you to…interfere with my plans.”

“Plans? What plans?” Darien asked. Thoughts swirling in his mind like a toxic cauldron overflowing, its thick mucus burning questions into the floor.

“Nothing you need to worry about. Now Take this warning as your final one. If I must make myself known to you again, it will be the last breath you will take.”

“Your pretty blatant with your plans. Heh, you think that you would be a tad more selective about it.”

“Why?”

“What?” “What need do I have to keep my intentions hidden. Unlike yourself my intentions don’t betray my cause. I am a ghost? What would someone do? Kill me twice?” He laughed, again.

“Well I mean what about Ghost hunters- or” “Ghost hunters! Don’t make me laugh! Seriously, don’t. Children have a nasty habit of wearing my patience quite thin.”Darien gulped. The figure’s hands matched his eye in intensity. The pink glow spiking bright like a heartbeat.

“I. I won’t give up! You think some gay looking Dracula is gonna scare me! I can defend myself,” Darien was trembling again. “And I won’t let someone like you take this away from me. I deserve -”

“You deserve nothing.”The world was pink, then white, and now sunlight. Its soft warming rays opened the hotel’s curtains singing him to rise. The room’s yellow walls felt worlds apart from his body. The ghost of nails tethering around each of his goosebumps, as his eyes scanned the room. Nothing was unusual, nor upset. It was just him in a bright cheerful room. It must have been a dream. He thought to himself. In the bathroom, Darien saw it. While not paranormal, it was abnormal. There was a bruise on his cheek.

[christinecanigula-archive]

danny phnatom of the opera

[merryfortune]

danny phnatom tucker say u?

i.... i don’t know what this means

[re-unknown]

Danny phantom is a good show that has secret identity like miraculous!!!

Danny phnatom is good af!!

[residentdragonfucker]

Vlad: You still don't trust me?

Danny: Would you?

Vlad: ... No, I wouldn't.

[goryhorroor]

my childhood → nickelodeon 

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