#danny was there boo

[duusheen]

It's Pandora's birthday! yay! 💖🥳

[boos-gh0st]

Just a boy who likes space.

I wanted to experiment and wanted to draw him in space and with a baggy suit…so I did. Messed with his hair because usually I just draw it as it is in the show but I wanted to faff around with it.

Also don’t normally do anything with ghost king?? But it seemed cool for this so here we are

I am 100% open to critiques and input, I want to be able to make my art be the best it can be!! So if you have any comments, please feel free to let me know :)

I do know his ear is weird…I just did not care enough to fix it, I finished this around 2am

Alternate + close ups under the cut

[kokoa-la]

Prompt from @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Jason has once again snuck into Gotham University. Now, before any assumptions are made onto why the crime lord would break into a college, the reason is because he likes the library. That's it. The public library is trashed and small, barely taken care of, but Gotham U's? It's beautiful. Multiple floors, organized and in sections, taken care of, alphabetical order, it's magnificent. The chairs were a reason alone to sneak in, but the students here added an extra charm. 

He had gone to the very back of the library on the second floor. This area was  pretty well hidden and enclosed. He would come here to read without anyone questioning him, even hiding the books he wasn’t finished with yet to continue on later. Jason wasn’t expecting someone to be so close to his spot though. A few tables across stood a student, thin, tall, with pitch black hair, baggy cargo jeans, and a white t-shirt. The other hadn’t noticed him yet, so he remained quiet and just watched. He was in front of a large white board on wheels, seemingly taken from the rooms he saw down the hall. 

“That doesn’t work, goddammit.”

On the white board was lines upon lines of equations- at least he thought they were equations, with most of them being letters and symbols rather than numbers. It made the vigilante’s brain hurt. The student - assumed STEM major - just kept mumbling to himself.

“Stupid physics, won’t allow interdimensional travel”

What? Jason may have been out of school since 15, but he knew no courses were asking for the answer to traveling between dimensions. It seemed the student had a habit of talking to himself when worked up or focused, possibly why he isolated himself from the rest of the library. 

“If your parents could do it, why can’t you? Think Danny, think!”

That sentence wasn’t concerning at all, but at least Jason learned the boy’s name. Danny seemed to have a strange background, what did he mean by ‘if your parents could do it’? Had his parents managed to travel between dimensions? The other was chewing on the cap of the white board marker, his other hand resting on his hip as he swayed back and forth.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! That! The thing! That thingy!”

Jason could practically see the lightbulb go on above Danny’s head. Just then the other erased a solid portion of the whiteboard and dropped to his knees, ouch. He started frantically scribbling, fast and messy, barely cohesive. Though, Jason was sure that if it was Tim sitting where he was instead, the boy could probably understand everything on that board. He’d stick to English literature, thank you very much. 

“That’s it! Oh my ancients! I got it!”

Danny practically jumped in the air, punching the air in triumph. Jason almost felt proud of him, this complete stranger he’s been watching, wow he was being creepy, huh? Danny shot both of his arms straight up, the marker gripped tightly in his right hand fist. 

“I did it!”

He looked so happy, so excited. He began to buzz, even spinning, before stopping mid loop and turning around slowly. Shit, Jason had been caught. To be fair, Danny hadn’t exactly turned around the whole time, meaning Jason was just watching his back the whole time as he worked through his… problem? It’s such a shame, Jason was thoroughly entertained by this random kid. 

“Uhhh, hi? How long have you been there?”

Oh shit, Jason had to talk now, didn’t he?

“Not very long, but long enough to know you were trying to solve interdimensional travel before apparently succeeding.” 

The color drained from Danny’s face. Whoops?

“Uhm, no I didn’t.”

Now that he got a closer look, the student looked like someone Bruce would adopt. Black hair, clear blue eyes, tan skin, sharp features, the whole nine yards. He was actually fairly attractive, maybe even cute. 

“Really? I could have sworn that you said ‘stupid physics won’t allow interdimensional travel’”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah sure, and I’m a student here.”

“Wait, you’re not a student here?”

“That’d only be true if you were lying.”

“Well I’m not so-”

“Uh huh, sure you’re not.”

“Look dude-”

“Jason.”

“Look Jason, there’s no way that I could solve interdimensional travel, the multiverse doesn’t exist.”

“Look Danny-”

“How do you know my name?”

“I won’t tell a single soul if you explain how you did it to me”

Curiosity won his gambit. Would he regret what he was about to say? Perhaps.

“Maybe over a coffee?”

He knew it was worth it when the marker hit the floor and Danny moved his hand to cover his red face. Well, it wasn’t the first time he’s done something he regrets, maybe this time it’d be a cute STEM major who knows the secrets to the multiverse. 

[justaphantomhuman]

(Non-Angsty) Ghost King Danny

I have other ideas which are far angstier for a ghost king!Danny but I haven’t drawn any of them… yet

[versias]

A Haunt is Where the Heart Is

The first time Bruce encountered Phantom, he was bleeding from a stab wound to the side that had missed both vital organs and armor.

“That looks bad.” The voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper.

The shape was barely more than an outline of a person; for a moment, Bruce worried he’d been dosed with some kind of hallucinogenic in the knife. It looked around before it shifted more into the visual range. At the same time, it drifted closer.

“Stop,” Batman growled. Then demanded: “Who are you.”

They became more and more real, and he could now see the fine-boned facial features, the grown-out hair in a shocking white, and glowing green eyes. White lashes swept down as it (they?) blinked, answering, “Phantom.”

“Is that ‘who’ or ‘what’?”

They smiled, a mischievous little light dancing in their eyes. “Bit of both, actually.”

“My wound isn’t bad enough to kill me,” Batman denied.

The being giggled, a noise that sounded like twinkling stars and made something squirm in his chest.

“I’m not a psychopomp, dude. Just trying to offer some help. I like to keep people in the world of the living.”

They knelt down, setting their gaze level with the injury, giving him the choice of accepting or not.

Tilting their head back to look up into his face, they said, “Let me help?”

He wasn’t so hurt that he couldn’t get back to the cave. But the mystery of the being was enough to keep him in the alley, stepping closer. He needed more data.

(It had nothing to do with the image of a beautiful person on their knees for him, though he might think about it later. Maybe.)

———

The next time they crossed paths, Phantom’s hair was longer. It floated freely, drifting in some ethereal wind as the being floated, parallel to the ledge.

Bruce let his boot scrape the gravel as he approached.

Phantom didn’t look. Their eyes were fixed on the sky. The blackout had coincided with a break in the perpetual cloud cover. A glittering blanket shone above and Phantom sparkled in the starlight like they were one of the stars. They were glowing the brightest they’d ever been.

“I never thought I’d get to see the stars here.” They breathed. Awe colored their voice.

Bruce glanced up. It was beautiful, but he had to admit that he preferred the shining lights of the city. Gotham was a city of shadows; without the light, the shadows didn’t dance.

He didn’t say that, though. Not when Phantom’s ecstasy was so obvious. It made him want to see the sky the way the ghost did.

“Did you come up here just to hang out with me?”

Batman grunted. “What do you know about the Park Row murders?”

There were always murders in Crime Alley, but the string of brutal killings had the hallmarks of a new serial killer.

Phantom gave him a Look.

“Want me to ask the victims? Or are you assuming all ghosts know each other, Batman?”

Batman leveled an unimpressed look at them.

“Ugh, how’d you even know I was looking into it?”

Characteristic snow pattern in security camera footage.

“I’m Batman.”

“Yeah, whatever,” they waved a lazy hand like a king dismissing their court. “I haven’t learned much. The shades of ghastly deaths like that aren’t very coherent. I can stabilize them a little, but I don’t like to do that—it prolongs their suffering, you know? Mostly, I’m just trying to help them cross over. Everything I hear is incidental.”

“Anything could help.”

Phantom tells him what they’ve heard. It is scattered and some of it might be the final delusions of the dying, but he appreciates it nonetheless. Centering the victims in his mind helps him. It also helps to hear that Phantom helped them reach some kind of peace.

“Thought you weren’t a psychopomp.”

Phantom blew a raspberry at him.

Bruce suppressed a smirk.

———

Adrenaline was still pumping through him when Phantom swept back into the room, the casing of a bomb held in one hand and the actual explosive material in the other. Just in time; Batman had finished laying out the private security hired to keep them out.

“Figured I’d just make it so the bomb couldn’t, you know, explode.”

The sound he made was an approving hum, reverberating in his chest as he stepped closer to the ghost. Normally, the cold wafting off Phantom helped bring him down when the action was over. But Phantom looked up at him through their long white lashes, playful as always. It hit his gut like a physical blow.

Something of what he was feeling must have shown on his face, because Phantom’s green eyes widened in surprise. Bruce swallowed the immediate anxiety, the fear of being known, and let himself reach for Phantom. They caught his hand and entwined their fingers.

“Got somewhere to put explosives?” They whispered.

“I do,” he rumbled.

“Do I get to come with you?” Excitement made their eyes sparkle.

No, I get to come with you.

———

The Batcave does have somewhere for explosives, but unfortunately there wasn’t a comfortable place for the other reason Bruce brought Phantom back with him. He considered bringing them up to his bedroom, then dismissed the thought. He was thinking with his dick, not his head. No revealing secrets while high on adrenaline and drowning in a beautiful person.

Thankfully, Phantom didn’t seem to mind when he sat at the chair before the computer and pulled them into his lap. The first press of lips to his own made him shiver. He opened his mouth and accepted the cool, slick tongue. The contrast between his own hot mouth made Phantom moan, something between pain and pleasure.

Bruce pressed his forehead against theirs.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.

“I don’t mind,” they said. “It doesn’t hurt much; it’s just like stepping into a hot bath. And I don’t mind a little roughness.”

“You know, it occurs to me I never asked… what should I call you? I mean, pronouns-wise.”

Phantom threw their head back and laughed. Bruce resisted the urge to nip at the exposed throat.

“I use he, usually,” he said. “And please call me Danny. You?”

Bruce swallowed, looking for the right words, but Danny was quick to reassure, “No need to share your name, man. I’m in the enviable position of not having a life to disrupt if my secret identity is discovered. I’m not gonna scream ‘Batman’ though. He/him for you? Is ‘B’ okay?”

Relief. “It is. It’s perfect.”

Then he considered the rest of what he’d said. Not having a life, but didn’t deny a secret identity. Interesting. But not relevant, at the moment.

“So you’re a screamer?” His hands drifted down Phantom’s sides and around his thighs.

Phantom snickered, “Maybe. You know, if you can make me.”

It wouldn’t be easy to keep up with undead vigor, but he couldn’t back down from a challenge like that.

Bruce vowed to make him hoarse.

———

They slept together many more times after that. Phantom did get to see his bedroom and met Alfred (who referred to Danny endearingly as ‘Master Bruce’s young man’). Bruce made sure Danny knew he had somewhere safe to return to when he needed it.

He didn’t let it go further. Partly, it was about Batman. Working together once or twice was alright, but Batman couldn’t afford to have a partner. How could he ask Danny to shoulder Gotham’s darkness with him? Force him to watch Bruce throw himself into danger every night on an impossible quest?

He was already breaking Alfred’s heart. He couldn’t do the same thing to someone else. He loved Danny too much to do it to him.

God, Bruce loved Danny Phantom.

Bruce loved the way Phantom curled around him in sleep. Loved the way he arched his back and cried when he was close to orgasm. Loved how he floated a bit when he talked about space. Loved how he could always tell what Bruce needed to say, even when it got mangled between his brain and mouth.

Yet.

Phantom wasn’t… alive. Not in the way Bruce was, at least. It didn’t seem fair to ask him to stay, to spend the rest of Bruce’s life tied to him. It wasn’t like they could grow old together. Bruce would age and Phantom wouldn’t, frozen in death. Whatever power allowed him to manifest in the physical realm shouldn’t be wasted on something so… domestic as a boyfriend. A husband.

Bruce loved Danny. He nestled somewhere in his heart, fluttering against his pulse. He could keep him there without chaining him to his side. It was enough.

It had to be.

———

Danny told him he needed to attend to his duties in the Infinite Realms. He looked resigned.

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know. Time gets weird in the Zone. I’ll come back, though. Promise.”

Danny kissed him goodbye.

Bruce tried to tell himself it wouldn’t be forever.

It felt like a lie.

———

Bruce found Dick Grayson. He tucked him under his wing. Held on too tight and pushed him away.

———

Bruce found Jason. Failed him, again and again.

———

Tim found Bruce. He didn’t deserve him, but he wasn’t leaving. It ached.

———

Bruce’s family grew, children and cousins alike gathering under the banner of the Bat. Sometimes it felt right, to stand with them and fight for a better future. Sometimes Bruce felt like he was losing his mind, losing his grip on the situation and reality. He watched his children get hurt and get back up and get knocked down again. Sometimes, it was like seeing himself. Sometimes it was alien and horrible, and he was trapped in a nightmare.

He had lovers. Women, mostly. Selina, who came and went like an alley cat, disappearing whenever she pleased.

Talia, deadly and divine in equal measure, with a touch of death about her.

He didn’t need Alfred’s knowing glances to pick up the common thread, thank you.

He was pining, not in denial.

———

Damian showed up on his doorstep, haughty and whole and real. His flesh and blood, ten years old. This was the first time he’d ever even heard of Talia having a child.

What the fuck.

———

Jason came back from the dead, dripping with rage.

Bruce wished Danny was here. He’d know what to do. He always did.

[lancelotslair]

yo danny your weird grandpas kinda serving .. whats up with that

[vladdyissues]

If Dark Dan is the product of Vlad and Danny's ghosts merging, it means they have 2 kids?! Now it looks like Vlad and Danny divorced and divided kids: Dani stays with Danny and Dan stays with Vlad (too much 'danno' in their halfa family... maybe this Vlad's obsession over his lil badger was the reason of the divorce)

(lmao, Dani is elder, just like Jazz to Danny)

Someone who has never seen the show would laugh and say you're making this up, but the rest of us know... that's pretty much the canon truth.

Clockwork The courts ruled that Vlad has primary custody of Dan while Danny has primary custody of Danielle (though she informally emancipated herself from Vlad and is essentially Danny's relative now).

[dontbooatme]

I really love the idea of throwing Danny and Aizawa into the same ball pit (metaphorically) cause think of that kind of dichotomy.

Aizawa, who is a kind of hail mary when it comes to quirks. But doesn't have a real offensive power like the Todoroki's or Present Mic, etc. And he works with and around that in the most terrifyingly effective way. Not to mention he grew up in and lives in a world where having powers is normal. Where he got a teacher growing up and where he became a teacher to other students.

Danny Phantom who is powerhouse, but has a lot of the same powerset as his enemies do. And he didn't get his more unique abilities right out the gate. He got powers much later than most kids in bnha get theirs and he learned how to use them mostly in action. And maybe he even tried his best learning how to use each power from his villains. He'd see them do something new and untested, or use something familiar in a new and creative way, and he'd mimic them. And sure, sometimes they just had abilities he didn't have. But the point stands, many of his worst enemies have been his best teachers

Danny Phantom might as well be a walking talking Example for everything Aizawa and other pros in the bnha world work to avoid with their students. Aizawa takes one look at him and just sees Oboro. Dead Oboro. The reason he takes such a hard stance with his students in the first place. To teach them not to be reckless. Not to get themselves killed

Take Danny who's thrown into a world with all the support systems he needed when he was first starting out...

And then make him try his damned hardest to hit undo and go home.

Because this world is exactly what Danny Phantom needed, but everything Danny Fenton needs is left behind in Amity Park. His friends. His sister. The life he built despite the odds.

Give him everything he didn't know he needed and put him in a position to reject it

And then show me the bnha pros watching the same thing happening to their students, starting with the attack at the USJ

[lixxen]

Lucifer DP crossover where Lucifer just unofficiallh adopts Danny after finding out about the Fentons unsafe work environment

Lucifer will proceed to unofficially adopt Jazz later after she storms Lux looking for Danny. She ends up being sidetracked by Maze, trying to pick apart Maze's brain and Maze is very amused (she's totally not letting this random kid ask her a million questions because it reminds her of Trixie and she actually enjoys talking to kids with sharp eyes)

Lucifer finds her 20 minutes into it and is like "why is there another sassy child in my club?? I don't remember there being two??"

[marquisedemasque]

I’ve fallen in love with @t4tmareach‘s AU for Danny Phantom Luigi, you can find the fic here

Just Luigi with ghost powers is too cool

So I had to draw fanart

Also Polterpup is here too because hes a good boy and deserves to be Luigi’s sidekick in spooky heroism

[stealing-your-wife]

YOU'VE HEARD OF SUMMONING CIRCLES, NOW GET READY FOR:

✨BANISHING CIRCLE✨

GET THAT UNIDENTIFIED FUCKING THING OUTTA HERE BOSS!! WEIRD WHITE BOY BEGONE! SEND HIS SPOOKY ASS BACK FROM WHENCE IT CAME!!!!

[boos-gh0st]

My friends and I have been writing a fan-made Danny phantom episode for over a year now and last night I was thinking about it before I went to bed and I had a dream with a sick idea for it and then woke up and realized “…that wasn’t even the right plot that was Dan not Super Danny-“ but it was still cool asf and I want to do something with it one day so I’m going to leave that on the back burner.

Danny phantom infiltrates my dreams…horrifying

[ghostlyglimmer]

Sam corners the local Amity Park cryptid to get some answers.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #30

It’s been a while since they had a moment of calm in the Wayne household. Danny and Damian found themselves sitting on the U shaped couch talking,

“You mentioned before going into the Video Game Doomed, have you tried it with other games? Or tried it with a companion?” Damian asked.

Danny considers the question before shaking his head… the two try it and it works

From here you can really throw them into any game you choose, but I headcannon that Danny would absolutely pick something horror or ghost themed. They wind up in Luigi’s Mansion, Damian playing the part of Luigi frustrated with trying to get his brother back, while Danny argues with King Boo,

“I’m technically half ghost, doesn’t keeping me here technically goes against your whole thing here?”

Danny knows he’s being a pain but he doesn’t really care.

[an0malysworld]

Just finished rewatching danny phantom and I've decided that the ghostly wail sounds stupid and that that's just for audience comfort, and the real ghostly wail is similar to a banshee wail. I just feel it fits more than him just going "oooooooo"

[justaphantomhuman]

Danny Phantom and the Human Chamber :)

anyways there is like 4 blob ghosts in this art post... can you find them??