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ironghost828 · 4 months ago
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Wishing Her Well - Chapter 9 (link below)
A co-write between me and Nymfinity.
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k-verse-sachi · 4 days ago
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Danny Phantom
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One-Shots
Title: Ghostly Confessions – Pairing: Danny x Reader – Genre: Romance, Fluff
Series
Title: The Phantom Chronicles – Pairing: N/A – Status: Complete – Genre: Action, Adventure
Episodes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Title: A Hero’s Burden – Pairing: Danny x Reader – Status: Ongoing – Genre: Angst
Episodes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Imagines
Title: Shadows in the Night – Pairing: Danny x Reader – Genre: Mystery, Romance
Reactions
Title: Phantom Reactions – Description: Danny Phantom reacting to your unexpected arrival in the Ghost Zone
Headcanons
Title: Danny as a Boyfriend – Description: Headcanons about Danny as a loving boyfriend
Text Fics
Title: Late Night Messages – Pairing: Danny x Reader – Description: Text conversations with Danny Phantom
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thedannyphantomcookbook · 4 years ago
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The Phantom Origins
Okay, so I know probably a bunch of people have already done this, but I wanted to rewrite Danny Phantom, from just before he got his powers to maybe when he tells his parents.
 I’m tired of waiting for a reboot that may never come, so here is what I picture the reboot would look like. 
I’ve always thought it would be darker and more horrific, that the ghosts he fights are more monstrous and demonic.
 That there would be a little bit more of a medical concern for Danny’s humanity being affected by his ghost half. Is he becoming more ghost like? Is he gradually getting sicker and sicker, and his ghost DNA ravages through his body like cancer? 
Would Vlad be not only a sexist, creepy, abusive old man, but contains a thirst for deception and power that he poses a real, apocalyptic threat on Earth and the ghost zone?
Are ghosts actually the spirits of the dead? Or are they a different breed of human that lives in a completely separate dimension, that’s is layered and hidden within ours?
What about Danny’s mental health. He has to keep this big secret from his parents because he absolutely FEARS what would happen if they found it to the point he’s scared they wouldn’t believe he was their son and try to kill him as a result, or keep him hostage in the basement, slowly torturing him and dissecting him until he’s dead? What would the world think of him? A prophet? A demon? Would they accuse his parents for experimenting on their own children? He would have so much fear and anxiety that he’d have to be on edge all the time, falling into depression, panic attacks - not to mention the PTSD he’d get from it all while battle nightmarish monsters and the hanging question over his head of what he is now. 
These are just SOME of the questions I’ve had that Butch Hartman will never answer. He set up such a great plot and characters but carried it out pretty poorly over the show (which may or may not be his fault since they wanted to keep it kid friendly.)
I hope to get into the deep and dark and nitty gritty details of Danny Phantom we’ve imagined but never get to see. I wrote the first chapter below, and I plan to write much more. :)
I hope you guys enjoy it!
Follow me over at Ao3 
Summary:
Dr. Madelyn Fenton and her husband, Dr. Jackson Fenton, have just built the world's first portal to the Ghost Zone - an alternate dimension where undead linger for all eternity. The only problem is no one believes in what they are doing. The townspeople call them the Fenton Freaks and the rejection letters from the National Science Foundation are piling up. Not even their own children can tolerate their ghost obsession. Their 14 year old son, Danny, does what he can to separate himself from his parents. Mocked by his peers and judged by his teachers, he keeps his head down and stays out of the spotlight. 
It comes as no surprise to Danny when his parents' machine fails to work on the first test run. Discouraged, they leave empty handed for the weekend to go to the Ghost Hunter's Expo, where they were expected to present their portal during their panel. As soon as his parents leave, Danny invites his friends over to give a tour of yet another one of his parents' failed experiments. When he gets dared to walk inside the machine, he triggers something that turns it back on, and for the first time ever, his parents have an invention that works. But that's the least of the surprises when Danny emerges from the portal himself...
To Whom It May Concern,
To the esteemed members of the National Science Foundation, myself, Dr. Madelyn Fenton, PhD., and my husband, Dr. Jackson Fenton, PhD., write to you today to consider us for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award. Our combined decades worth of research within paranormal scientific research fields have led us to believe that the “ghost” entities that haunt our very Earth, could in fact be the missing link to creating new technology, curing human illnesses, and prolonging human life on Earth.
The term “ghosts” is defined as a religious or spiritual being, or the hypothetical soul of the human body, separated from physical forms, usually that of a person recently deceased. Dr. Jackson Fenton and myself have a different theory about the “ghostly” entities that visit our Earth. We have sufficient evidence to prove that ghosts are in fact not the spirits of the dead, but an entirely new species of the human race. We believe they exist in an alternate dimension - a separate plane of existence that is not unlike ours. Recent developments have also shown the possibility of dimensional travel -  we believe ghosts are able to pass through into our plane of existence for a temporary amount of time. Through our rigorous research, construction, and experimentation, Dr. Jackson Fenton and myself have created what would be a “portal” to this plane of existence, to the “Ghost Zone.” By exploring and studying the ghost zone, we could collect a limitless amount of research and data that could be used to benefit humanity for the rest of our existence.  
We have provided within our application our twenty years of research and development, along with video recordings of our experiments as evidence of our work in progress, as we humbly request your consideration for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant  Award.
Sincerely,
Dr. Madelyn Fenton, PhD. in Quantum Physics and Paranormal Studies
Dr. Jackson Fenton, PhD. in Theoretical Science and Paranormal Studies
From the Grants and Admissions Office of the National Science Foundation
To Dr. Madelyn Fenton and Dr. Jackson Fenton,
Thank you for your interest in applying for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award. The New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award (NESRGA) is an esteemed scholarship opportunity that looks to provide funding for ground-breaking scientific research to scientists working within small and local laboratories. After carefully reviewing your application and research, we have come to the regretful decision to decline your request to receive the NESRGA.
We unfortunately could not approve your request due to the following issues:
Insufficient or lack thereof evidence or proof of scientific research of ghostly entities and/or undiscovered species, the “Ghost Zone” dimension in which these entities exist, or possible travel to said “Ghost Zone.”
Insufficient of lack thereof peer review research and laboratory data.
Paranormal entities and alternative dimensional research is not recognized under the National Science Foundation as factual scientific work.
We are thrilled to hear that you share such enthusiasm, passion, and ambition in the pursuit of scientific exploration, research and development. You are a part of a wonderful community, and through your tireless efforts, you will help bring our Earth into the future.
We welcome you to apply for the NESRGA again next year.
Sincerely,
Barbara Keaton,
Director of Grants and Admissions
National Science Foundation
GHOST HUNTERS EXPO - THIS LABOR DAY WEEKEND
To Drs. Maddie and Jack Fenton,
We are excited to have you return to speak at the Ghost Hunters Expo this coming labor day weekend. We have reviewed your Ghost Zone Theory and we anticipate your presentation of your research.
Please note: due to new regulations we cannot allow the following into the convention center:
Ecto-infused food, inanimate objects, or animal mutations of any kind.
Alarm or defense systems that release a form of knock out gas, ectoplasmic goo, ectoplasmic foam, spoiled meats, or  live rodents. All alarms and defense systems must be turned off while inside the convention center.
Samplings or gifts of homemade cookies or other food, beverages, or gifts to bribe the judges.
Disclosed weapons that are not a part of your presentation and/or not approved by the convention prior (we will have metal detections at all entry points of the convention hall)
Asking for audience volunteers unless approved by us prior your scheduled presentation time.
Ghost claims targeted towards convention guests, judges, or other presenters.
All presentations and inventions must have been tested and approved by a judge prior to your presentation time (i.e. no last minute or surprise inventions).
Fighting or displays of physical aggression.
Destruction of convention hall equipment, the building’s foundation itself, or other presenters equipment and or inventions.
We thank you in advance for your compliance and full understanding of the new regulations.
We look forward to seeing you!
Best,
Trevor Martin
Ghost Hunters Expo Coordinator
“Did you see this?” Jack Fenton asked, waving the notice from the Ghost Hunters Expo. He scoffed. “New regulations...I wonder who were the bimbos that made them enforce these rules.” He crumbled up the notice and threw it carelessly on the floor.
“How’s that portal coming, sweet cheeks?” he asked his wife.
Maddie Fenton was deep within a hexagon shaped chamber carved out of her laboratory converted basement wall. The interior was lined with a colorful array of wires and tiny blinking lights. At the end of the chamber, sheets of metal and hardware fanned in on itself. Maddie was kneeled on the floor, wrestling with a few cords.
“I’m just struggling to connect these last couple of wires,” she answered, pinching the two cords together. With a last bit of strain, the cords connected with a satisfying click.
Wiping the sweat off her brow, she came out of the chamber. “Hopefully that will stabilize the gravitational pull of the Ghost Zone once we get the portal running.” She briefly thought back to a dark memory from their college days when their first Ghost Zone prototype had malfunctioned and the toxins from the Ghost Zone leaked out of the portal, resulting in displacing one of her lab partners for the remainder of their college career.
“We got it this time, baby,” Jack said confidently. “There is no way we could make the same mistake twice.”
Maddie sighed as she walked over to the control panel to record the ecto-readings. “I just wish we knew for certain what had gone wrong that day. All of this guess work is driving me crazy.” She picked up her notebook and briefly reviewed her meticulously hand written notes before adjusting some dials.
“Okay,” she huffed, satisfied. “I think we’re ready for a test run.”
Jack clapped his hands. “Excellent! I’ll go grab the kids!” He ran to the basement steps and shouted, “Jazzy-pants! Danny! Get down here!”
A few minutes later both of their teenage children shuffled down the basement steps.
“Is this gonna take long?” Danny asked, disinterestedly. “Tucker and I were in the middle of planning our next battlefield strategies for Doomed. There’s only a few days left of summer vacation and we still have so much planning to do if we want to beat the other online players and achieve the seven Keys of Destiny.”
“And I was in the middle of an important breakthrough in my self therapeutic psychology research,” their daughter, Jazz promptly stated. In her hands she clutched an open copy anxiety and phobias workbook. “Did you know that high functioning anxiety in adulthood is caused by childhood trauma from never feeling safe in your own home? This would explain so much about me and Danny -” she paused in her speech when she saw the machine her parents were working on.
“Oh, no.” She snapped her book shut and pinched the flesh between her eyes. “ Please do not tell me you called us down here to witness another one of your experiments. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”
“Oh, Jazz, relax,” Maddie said, waving her off. “Those burn marks from the last ectoplasmic gun experiment healed eventually. And look!” She walked over to a closet in the back of the room and pulled out two polyester jumpsuits. “We made you both your own custom fitted, lab safe, jumpsuits!”
Jack appeared beside Maddie. “And we matched them with ours! Jazzy-pants, yours is teal to match your mother’s. And Danny, yours would have matched mine but the store didn’t have orange.” he held out a plain white jumpsuit with black gloves and boots.
“And I haven’t even shown you two the best parts!” he grabbed the jumpsuits from Maddie and spun them around. Crudely pressed onto the fabric of the jumpsuit was a cutout of Jack Fenton’s smiling face, emblazoned on the chest.
“Pretty cool, huh?” Jack grinned.
Jazz was the first to respond. “Dad there is no way you’re going to get me to wear that,” she said while backing away and shaking her head. “How about Danny and I will just go upstairs and you can call us down after  you’ve tested it? That way we’ll be safe and not have to wear those hideous jumpsuits.”
Danny silently agreed with her while struggling to conceal his own disgust at the suits. It was one thing to be forced to wear a jumpsuit like his parents but it was an entirely different level of lame to have to wear his father’s face across his chest. What if his parents insisted he wore it all the time, like they did? Involuntary images of him becoming the laughing stock at his new high school was surfacing in his mind, more than he already was for being the son of the city’s eccentric ghost hunting husband and wife team. He was already struggling to stay above the pathetic nerd social ring in his class. They’d have to create an entirely new category of nerd just for him if he wore that suit. The thought of it made him want to crawl away in a hole and be left there to die.
“Mom, Dad, I have to agree with Jazz,” Danny said. “The suits are kinda...lame.”
“Oh, nonsense,” Maddie dismissed. “These jumpsuits are the latest fashion that every ghost hunter wants.”
“And when we reveal these babies with my face on them, everyone will be scrambling for one. We’ll be rich!” Jack stated proudly.
Jazz snorted. “Um, I somehow doubt that. Look, we’ll just go back upstairs and you two can let us know when it’s safe, okay?” She looped a hand around Danny’s arm and started pulling him away.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Jack clamped a hand on both of them  and spun them back around. “You two are being given the chance to witness scientific history! And we are not going to let you pass up on this.” He tossed the jumpsuits to Jazz and Danny. They unwillingly caught them.
Jazz glowered at Danny. “If you take any photos and post them on the internet, I will kill you.”
Danny held out his suit reproachfully. His dad’s smiling face seemed to be laughing at him, like all of the students as Casper High will be if they ever found out about this.
“Don’t worry about it.”
A few minutes later, Jazz and Danny stood alongside their parents in their matching jumpsuits. Jazz stood with her arms crossed, silently fuming, her foot tapping impatiently. At her mother’s insistence, Jazz was forced to tuck in her long, red hair and wear the hair sealing head cover and thick, dark eye protection goggles that came with it. At equal height, Jazz and Maddie were identical in their suits.
At least Danny couldn’t match his dad. Jack’s suit was bright orange and about twenty sizes larger than Danny’s, due to his father’s obsession with Maddie’s homemade fudge and cookie inventions. Danny’s own white suit was slightly too large for him, and hung in odd places due to his skinny frame. He didn’t have to wear a hood and goggles like his sister either - another thankful shortage from the ghost hunter’s clothing warehouse. He picked at his dad’s pressed on face design on his chest as he waited for his parents to get the machine ready for its test run. His dad had tried ironing it on, but had done it poorly, so that with a bit of a tug, it was already beginning to peel off.
Jack and Maddie Fenton ran back and forth across the lab, double checking last minute calculations. Machines whirred and beeped around them, the hum of electricity warm in the stagnant air.
Danny had a good idea of how this was going to go. If this would be like any of their past experiments, it would fail miserably. The experiment would go haywire, probably spout ectoplasmic goo everywhere or accidentally giving ecto energy to the nearest food item. One year, their parents had tried making the Christmas Turkey in their newly invented Ultra-fast Instant Pot and instead infused it with demonic ghostly energy and reanimated it. Danny remembered hiding underneath the kitchen table as Jazz had to beat it back with a pastry roller, screaming for their parents.
The ghost zone portal was their most ambitious project yet. For most of Danny’s life, they had dinner table discussions, weighing mathematical equations and scientific chemical balances in hopes of being able to one day engineer the world’s first ghost zone portal. He was fairly surprised when he found out at the beginning of the summer that they were finally constructing it, and even more so when they claimed last night it was completed. They had been rushing to get it done in time to present it at the Ghost Hunters Expo this weekend.
He glanced at the table beside him looking at the pile of papers his dad had haphazardly stacked among the beakers and ghost weapons. Sitting on top of the stack was the rejection letter from the National Science Foundation.
“It means that they don’t think what they’re doing is science,” Jazz had interpreted for Danny after reading it when their parents’ back was turned. “And who could blame them? There is zero evidence supporting the existence of ghosts. It’s just superstition.”
That’s all it was. Superstition. And  yet, his parents had at some point in their youth latched on to the idea that ghosts were more than a myth, and even though they’ve never actually seen one in person themselves, they were determined to prove ghosts were real. What amazed Danny the most is the amount of people who also believed in the same theory. In the years past when his parents had dragged him and Jazz to the Ghost Hunter’s Expo, the crowds always seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Scientists, hunters, enthusiasts, and even ghost cosplayers gathered under the same roof for a full weekend, exchanging theories, stories and footage of what they thought were ghosts. The most ridiculous rumor he had heard at the last ghost hunter’s convention was one of a young, blue haired female musician, who became an overnight sensation after one performance at a local carnival. She had also disappeared quite suddenly after the performance, which raised a lot of speculation. Ghost hunters claimed her unusually pale skin and hypnotic vocals were a part of her ghostly powers. Jazz had stated that it was simply because she was a successful female in the patriarchy they had to deem her as a ghost to explain it.
Danny didn’t want to say anything else after that.
“Jack,” Maddie called from across the room, typing away at a computer. “Did you remember to pour in the ecto-purifier?”
“On it, baby!” Jack cried while fumbling with a control panel. Danny watched as grabbed a can of diet cola, which sat next to the similar sized gray cylinder labeled “EP.”
“Uh, Dad?” Danny called. “I don’t think that’s the ecto-purifier.”
“What’s that?” Jack asked. He turned to look at the object in his hand and barked out a chuckle.
“Thanks, son! That was a close one.” He placed the can of diet cola down and picked up the correct cylinder. “Who knows what would have happened if we purified the toxic ghost energies with diet cola. Could you imagine?” He poured the bright green liquid into the appropriate chamber.
In the corner of his eye, Danny saw Jazz shake her head. “Idiot,” she whispered.
Jazz believed she was the only mature Fenton in the family. At some point during her high school career, she had decided it was up to her to convince her parents that ghosts were not real, and to force them to change their careers to something more normal or socially acceptable. She had tried to get them interested in just about any other scientific field she could think of, such as deep sea diving to discover creatures living on the ocean floor, to NASA’s space engineering program. When those didn’t work, she tried to build a case proving the psychological damage they were causing to her’s and Danny’s upbringing. Over the summer, when she wasn’t preparing herself for the SATs she’d have to take later that school year, she poured over every psychological book she could get her hands on from the library. No matter how many times she argued about the permanent damage her parents were inflicting on their amygdala by creating an unsafe environment for her and Danny to grow up in, their parents would say it’s all worth it for the sake of scientific advancement.
Danny tried desperately to stay out of their fights. Most days, he was too focused on trying to survive a day without being called “that ghost geek” by his peers, no matter how many times he told his classmates he didn’t believe in his parents’ work. Maybe it was because of his small, bony limbs that made it so easy for his classmates to mock him. Or the fact that his only two friends in the entire world were also considered a variety of nerd within the social climate. His best friend Tucker was a little too obsessed with the latest technology and his other friend, Samanatha - Sam for short - was the only school’s goth girl, who filled her entire personality and outlook with dark and depressing outfits and literature. In a weird way, it did make sense that the girl who loved to read about the dead, and the boy who loved technology, would want to be friends with the kid whose parents called themselves ghost scientists. Still, they were his best friends and he wouldn’t trade them for anyone else.
He had been telling them about the portal his parents were building all summer. Just like he was, his friends were also doubtful it would work. They deliberated about what the inventions would actually do. Tucker still brought up the time Danny’s parents were testing out an anti-ghost gravity spray, to temporarily make a ghost lose their flight ability. The morning they were testing it out, Danny had woken up in a hovering bed. It had shocked him so much, he fell off his bed and face-planted onto his bedroom floor, breaking his nose. At some point, Tucker and Sam started placing bets about the outcome.
“Maybe the portal will just blast a hole through the wall and you’ll send up in the Amity Park Sewer System,” Sam guessed last night after he told them his parents were getting ready for their first test.
“Bet you five bucks that Danny will lose all of his hair this time,” Tucker had joked.
He absentmindedly ran a hand through his exposed hair and briefly wished he had a head cover and goggles like Jazz. He couldn’t help but notice there was something different about his parents this time. They didn’t have the same, bubbly and excited energy they usually had when showing off a new invention. They seemed more focused this time. Even his dad’s goofy banter towards Maddie had taken a back seat as his dad frowned over the controls. It was weird to see his dad actually concentrating. Maybe it was the hundredth rejection letter they received from the National Science Foundation, or the pressure to present this weekend at the Expo, but it seemed like they were seriously trying to make this thing work. They did not want to fail.
“Okay everyone!” Maddie ran over and started waving her hands. “Backs up against the wall.”
Jazz sighed and turned to walk over to stand behind the boxed in yellow line, the “safe” spot in the lab. Danny thought  a metal containment center with a viewing screen would have kept them safer, but supposedly his parents didn’t have time to build one. Danny followed his mother and sister.
“Almost…” Jack muttered at the controls, typing away. Suddenly there was a loud click that echoed off the basement walls. Machines roared to life and lights winked on. Inside the portal, the metal fans began to spin.
“YES!” Jack punched the air, triumphant.
“Jack!” Maddie called to her husband, gesturing towards the safe zone. He jogged over and squeezed himself in between his two kids.
“This is it!” he shouted over the noise, which was gradually becoming deafening.
All around the room, machines and computers turned on. Attached beakers and graduated cylinders filled up with green, bubbling liquid. A wall lined with dialers bounced up and down. Puffs of smoke expelled out of exhaust pipes. The portal itself began to crackle with electricity, its interior fans spinning faster and faster until it started emitting a bright green glow. The pressure in the room changed, popping Danny’s ears. He felt the tips of his hair begin to rise with the electric waves.
The whirring of the fans inside the machine began to ring out a high pitch squeal as the machine glowed brighter, and brighter, blinding Danny’s naked eyes. He squinted and held out a hand over his eyes, peeking through his fingers. The air around them grew warm and staticky. His father clamped a hand tightly on Danny’s shoulder, as if to hold him back from running away.
It was working. Danny couldn’t believe it. Not once in all of their years of inventing ghost machines and hunting equipment, they may have actually been able to build something that worked like they wanted it to.
What would this mean? That ghosts actually existed? That his parents were not the crackpot fools the town took them for? And if they did exist, there was the one question that no one has been able to answer.
Were ghosts dangerous?
He looked up at Jazz. Her expression was unreadable through the head covering. He looked at his parents, wild and furious excitement in their eyes.
Then, when it seemed like Danny’s ears couldn’t take much more of the screeching noise, a BOOM exploded from the portal. Light poured out of the machine and flooded the room. Danny yelped and turned away. Jack stepped in front of his family and hid them with his massive torso from the explosion. Then, very suddenly, the room went dark. Every light and machine that had been just buzzing with life, died. Danny’s hearing rang in the abrupt silence.
“What the heck?” Jack was the first to say something.
“I got a flashlight, hang on,” Maddie said next. Danny heard her fumbling around her utility belt and a small light winked on. She shined it around the room. Curls of smoke rose up from the machines. The glow from the ecto-purifier had also faded.
“I don’t understand,” Maddie said, dumbfounded as she gazed around the room. “This should have worked.”
“We checked every calculation,” Jack said, equally mystified.
“And tested every single machine.” She threw up her hands. “I even made sure the damn computers turned on!”
“Well, obviously, this wasn’t going to work,” Jazz suddenly said, her anger returning. “You guys were trying to open a portal to nothing . Because ghosts don’t EXIST.”
She ripped off the hood and goggles. “I’m going back upstairs to change and burn this stupid jumpsuit, and work on processing this trauma that you have inflicted on us, yet again.” Without waiting for her parents to respond, she stomped back upstairs, her footsteps echoing off the silent basement walls
Jack shook his head. “What is her deal?”
“Oh, never mind her, Jack,” Maddie said. “We need to figure out what went wrong. We only have a day until the expo and we promised to present this.”
Danny’s parents turned their back on him and began working to restore the power, jumping right into a deep discussion. Danny took the moment to quietly slip away back upstairs.
The second he was back into his room, he let out a long exhale. Suddenly remembering he was wearing the jumpsuit, he hastily ripped it off and then threw it in the trash bin in the corner of his room.
He flopped back onto his bed, and lay in the stillness of his room for a few minutes to collect his thoughts. He stared up at the plastic, glow in the dark stars and planets stuck on his ceiling.
He couldn’t believe there was a moment back there where he thought the machine was working.
He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if ghosts were real. There were no real scientific facts about them. All those convention attendees at the ghost hunters expo all had different theories about what ghosts are - the religiously damned, aliens, spirits with unfinished business, souls that died before their time, another species - no one could settle on a single argument.
But if they did exist, what would happen then? Would they swarm the Earth, like cicadas after their years long sleep? Would they haunt each and every home and building in towns and cities, and try to claim it as their own? Would the world be plunged into a ghost apocalypse, where every human had to fight for their own human survival and soul? Were ghosts malicious or peaceful?
His parents might be arrested for creating the portal in the first place, if it did turn out bad. Or the government might force them to work alongside them to rid the Earth of the ghost population. What would happen to him and Jazz? Would they be put into juvie, just for being the kids of the Fenton Freaks? Would they be put into foster care, once the government decided Jack and Maddie were unfit parents for him and Jazz?
What if the human population adopted a sick fascination of ghosts? Businesses would try to profit off the ghosts by selling fake anti-ghost protection devices or offer tours inside “haunted” houses. There might even be a community in which some would fall in love or even want to become a ghost themselves.
The world would become absolute chaos.
Danny shuddered at the thought. He didn’t understand what his parents saw in trying to prove their existence. What good would proving the undead existed bring to the world?
His anxious, spiraling thoughts were interrupted when his computer dinged. Danny got up and sat down at his desk. He wiggled his mouse to wake up his computer. Tucker had sent him a message.
Still have all of your hair?
Danny chuckled and wrote back.
Yep. Nothing happened though. But the power in the basement blew.
Damn ,  was Tucker’s response. And I had just invested in a 25 pack of markers to color your head in Lancer’s class when you fall asleep.
Danny laughed out loud. I can only imagine all the pensises you’d draw.
I had planned no less than 50. Two for each color.
Well I hope you kept your receipt cause I still have a full head of hair. Unlike you. Danny made a jab at Tucker’s own buzzed haircut. He had tried growing out dreads for the school year, but his mother forced him to shave it off after he got caught staying up on the computer way too late one night. She paid the barber to give him a military buzz cut.
Shut up, dude, Tucker typed back. While you were away not getting your hair fried off your scalp, I was devising up a new battle plan to defeat Chaos.
Danny smiled. Oh yeah? Lay it on me.
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lunaorion · 4 years ago
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Danny Phantom Fanfiction
PDA
Summary: Danny watches his parents, kiss. "Come on guys PDA!"
Never Enough Time
Summary: Danny and his family has been asked by Vlad to come over for a visit but Vlad is acting Strange. Why is there never enough time?
It Started with a Jock
Summary: Danny Fenton, was just an average teenager besides the fact that he fought ghost on his spare time but other than that he was completely normal. Well until he fell in love with his number one bully, Dash Baxter.
It Started with a Jock in Spanish
Summary: Danny Fenton era sólo un adolescente promedio, de no ser por el hecho de que luchaba con fantasmas en su tiempo libre, pero aparte de eso él era completamente normal. Bueno, al menos hasta que se enamoró de su bravucón número 1, Dash Baxter.
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pipermasters · 5 years ago
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HOLY FAN ART BATMAN! HUGE thank you to Tigergem for this gorgeous drawing of Sam from the first chapter of Falling for the Ghost Of You! #fallingfortheghostofyou #fftgoy #Sam #fanart #digitalart #dannyphantom #fanfiction #dannyphantomfanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Gg4SHA9Bq/?igshid=8arto8d3shvd
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andromedawaps · 6 years ago
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Si tienen cuenta en #Wattpad pueden seguirme, tengo fanfic de todo tipo.
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pipermasters · 6 years ago
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@browa123 @danphanwritingprompts
Valerie sat behind Danny at the funeral. Though the boy wore all black, his eyes were infinitely darker than his suit. Next to him sat Vlad Masters- millionaire, mayor, and Danny’s legal guardian. She watched as Danny sat stock still, unresponsive as his friends and family were buried. Vlad shook hands with everyone, thanking them for coming while Danny stood back, staring at nothing.
“I’m so sorry, Danny,” Paulina said, giving him a hug. He didn’t even blink.
“He’s experienced a huge trauma,” Vlad told concerned families. “The doctors say it’s best to leave him to his grief- he’ll talk about it when he’s ready.”
Suddenly, there was yelling from the Manson funeral. “THERE!,” Pam Manson shouted, pointing at Danny with a trembling hand. “It was all his fault!”
Vlad put an arm on Danny’s shoulders, stepping in front of him. “Mrs. Manson please-“
“Him?” A small child no older than 7 walked up to Danny with glassy eyes. “You’re why Sammy’s gone?”
“If she hadn’t started hanging out with him, she’d still be here!” Jeremy Mason yelled at Vlad, tears running down his face.
“Jeremy!” Anthony Foley pulled Sam’s father away from the mayor. “Enough!”
“Are you defending him?” Jeremy scoffed in disgust. “He’s the reason your son is dead!”
The crowd that had formed around them collectively winced in pain, eyes flying to Danny. If the orphan heard anything going on around him, he didn’t show it.
“Ghosts killed our son,” Anthony argued.
“If our children hadn’t hung out with that freak they never would have been exposed to ghosts in the first place!”
“Hey!” Vlad cut in sharply. “Jack and Madeline Fenton did everything they could to protect this town from ghosts! Or have you forgotten how many times they saved all your lives?”
Jeremy crossed his arms. “It doesn’t matter how many times they saved us, all that matters is the time that they didn’t.”
Linda Foley dabbed at her eyes. “How can you be so cruel, Pam?” Sam’s mom narrowed her eyes.
“Cruel?”
“This boy just lost his parents! His sister! His-“ her voice broke. “His best friends. He’s just a kid.”
“So was Sam!” Pam exclaimed. “My daughter was a child with her whole life ahead of her! How is it fair that he’s here and she’s not? What has he done to deserve to be here while we buried my daughter?” She broke down in sobs as her husband held her, glaring at Danny and Vlad.
Anthony turned to Danny, crouching down until they were face to face. “It’s okay Danny. We don’t blame you. There was nothing you could have done.”
As sweet as the sentiment was, it was the wrong thing to say. Danny’s eyes snapped into focus, quickly filling with tears. Before anyone knew what was happening Danny had turned on his heel and was running away.
“Daniel!” Vlad called after him, but the boy had already disappeared. The mayor turned, all but growling at the Masons. “Look what you’ve done!”
Damien Gray, Valerie’s dad, pushed his way to the front of the crowd, ready to intervene should things get violent. Around Valerie people began to talk, looking anxiously between Vlad and the Mansons.
“Should someone call the police?” Kwan’s mother asked. “Is it safe for him to be by himself in his state of mind?”
“Sending the police after him would only scare him,” Paulina’s dad argued. “The last thing that boy needs is being chased down.”
As they continued to bicker, Valerie slipped away, jogging down the way Danny had gone. The graveyard was huge on it’s own, with an even bigger expanse of land populated with trees that had yet to be developed. If Valerie had to guess, Danny was hiding somewhere in there. Pulling out her phone, she sent a quick text to her dad so he wouldn’t worry and ventured into the trees.
It wasn’t hard to find Danny- as soon as he’d been out of sight he’d found the first tree he could and collapsed against the trunk, burying his head in his arms as his heart torn into a million pieces. Valerie followed the sounds of said sobs until she found him, her heart physically hurting at the sight.
Feelings had never been her best strength, even when she had dated Danny. Besides, if their roles were reversed, the last thing Valerie would want was pity. Instead she plopped down besides Danny, resting a hand on his back.
“You can’t take what they say to heart,” she said. “They’re grieving, just like you. They didn’t mean it.”
“Y-yes they di-did!” Danny hiccuped.
For a moment Valerie was stunned into silence- she hadn’t expected him to answer.
“They’ve always h-hated me!” Danny added.
“They hate everyone,” Valerie said. “Don’t take it personally.”
Danny hid his face, a fresh wave of emotion wracking his body.
“Mr. Foley was right you know,” Val said, desperately wanting her ex to stop crying. “It’s not your fault- there’s nothing you could have done.”
“That’s not true!” Danny started pulling at him hair. “It’s my fault Valerie, it’s all my fault!”
“Danny you can’t blame yourself-“
“Yes I can! You don’t understand, it’s my fault! I could have saved them! I could have, and I didn’t and now they’re…. They’re… they’re gone and they’re never coming back!” He stopped, staring straight ahead as his words set in. “They’re never coming back… I’m never going to see them again. Oh My God, I’m never going to get to play another video game with Tucker. I’m never going to be able to sneak out with Sam. We’re never going to go the pier again, we’re never going to see another movie again, we’re never going to be together again!”
Valerie stared at her hands awkwardly. She had no idea what to say. What do you tell a 14 year old having a mental breakdown?
“You might not be able to make new memories with them,” she said cautiously, watching Danny carefully to gage his reaction. “But you’re always going to have the memories you made. They aren’t gone as long as you remember them.”
Danny said nothing- he seemed to have returned to his catatonic state.
“You’re not alone Danny. We’re all here for you.”
“Valerie, if I tell you something, will you promise not to get mad?”
“Of course,”
“I’m the reason they’re all dead,”
Valerie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You are not the reason-“
“No, Val, listen to me.” Danny’s wide eyes were pleading, begging to be understood. “I’m the reason they’re dead because… because I’m Danny Phantom.”
Valerie’s blood ran cold, a million thoughts running through her mind. Of course Danny, her Danny, wasn’t a ghost. He was too sweet, too shy, too Danny to be the ghost that ruined her life. His mind must have been breaking, trying to come up with an explanation to save his mind from the grief, trying to make sense of a horrific situation. But he sounded so sincere.
“You’re not.” She said slowly, despite the sinking in her stomach. “You can’t be. It doesn’t make sense!”
“It was an accident,” Danny explained. “My parents… they built this machine. I was in it when it turned on and… I died, Val.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“Not all the way,” Danny said. “I mean, I’m still me but… well,” in the blink of an eye, Danny Fenton was replaced with Danny Phantom.
Valerie couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, it all made sense- Danny walking out of class, Danny coming to school exhausted, Phantom’s weird reasoning for not wanted to fight her.
“It… it was you,” She whispered. “Oh my God, it was all you!”
“Valerie-“
“You ruined my life!” Valerie screamed, jumping to here feet. “My dad lost his job because of you! We had to move! My entire life fell apart and it was all because of you?”
“No I didn’t- it wasn’t- I didn’t mean-“
“Oh my God,” Valerie felt like she was going to throw up. “It is your fault! Sam, Tucker, Mr. Lancer, your parents!”
Danny shrunk back into the tree. “Are you mad?” He asked with the innocence of a child.
“Mad? Mad? I’m way beyond mad!”
“But you promised-“
“You lied! You’ve been lying to all of us! You’ve been putting everyone in danger including me!”
“Val, please, you can’t tell anyone, you don’t understand!” His eyes were tearing up again, but instead of sympathy, all Valerie felt was hatred.
“Why shouldn’t I? What’s stopping me?”
“Please, Valerie, I’ll do anything! You can’t tell anyone! If everyone found out they’d hate me!”
“They should!” Angry tears filled Valerie’s vision. “They should all know and they should all hate you because you’re a freak! Do you hear me Danny? You’re a monster and everyone is dead because of you!”
“Val-“ Danny’s voice cracked, eyes shining with betrayal.
“Get out of here!” She shouted, hands balled at her side. “Leave! I never want to see you again!”
“Please let me explain!”
“GO!” Valerie roared.
Danny stood, running his hands through his hair anxiously. “You can’t tell anyone! Please Val, please, I’ll leave you alone but please don’t tell anyone!”
Valerie was shaking with anger, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Shut up, shut up!” Danny froze, eyes wide with fear. “Get out of here, Danny.”
“But-“
“I won’t tell anyone, just leave!”
Danny turned, taking a step before detranformig and turning back. “If you give me a chance to explain-“
“You don’t get it, do you?” Valerie snapped. “I don’t care about your explanations, Danny! You’re lucky I haven’t killed you! I want you to leave and never come back!”
Tears pricked the corners of Danny’s eyes. “Where am I supposed to go?”
“Anywhere, I don’t care as long as it’s not here! ”
“Val-“
“DON’T CALL ME THAT! NEVER CALL ME THAT! I never want to see you again- do you understand? I swear to God, if I see you in Amity Park again I will kill you without a second thought.”
With a terrified look Danny turn and fled, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he whispered under his breath. “I’m so sorry.”
In “The Ultimate Enemy”, Danny did go to Valerie first, but revealing his secret leaves him with nowhere else to go but Vlad’s when she declares she doesn’t want to see Danny around here ever again.
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vladmastersnewtimeline · 5 years ago
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What happens when Vlad's powers go on the blink during his speech.
DP fanfic 'Crossing Over' by Klaatu Visitor
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13314099/1/Crossing-Over)
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#paralleluniverse #newcannon #newtimelines
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vladxmaddie · 6 years ago
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Guardian Angel Fanfiction
Guardian Angel on FF (If you read please leave a review) Vlad and Maddie pairing. Plasmius saves Maddie’s life after another screw up of Jack’s, even though it puts him in a position to be discovered as Vlad Masters by Maddie. The aftermath once everything is out in the open. 1 Artwork for the fic by AllyRushPhantom 2 Artwork for the fic by AllyRushPhantom
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ironghost828 · 4 months ago
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Wishing Her Well - Chapter 8 (link below)
A co-write between me and Nymfinity.
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ironghost828 · 3 months ago
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Wishing Her Well Title Card Vid
Just a little title card video I made to go with my fanfic. The card and video were created by me and were inspired by the videos of Nathan French and Giovanni Giovanni.
Link to Wishing Her Well fanfic: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14355264/1/Wishing-Her-Well
Title Card Source: https://www.deviantart.com/ironghost828/art/Wishing-Her-Well-title-card-1036182666
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pipermasters · 6 years ago
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Coming soon 😉 . . . #fallingfortheghostofyou #toletgooflove #rekindledbook #fanfiction #dannyphantom #teentitans #dannyphantomfanfiction #teentitansfanfiction #crossover #trilogy #end #digitalart #ipadpro #goghostagain #goghostwithliz https://www.instagram.com/p/BroUkAtAKwT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=o0ad3apbzelb
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pipermasters · 6 years ago
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Do you really want me dead or alive? . . . Throne base from Pinterest- credit where credit is due. Pose made with #easyposer #FallingForTheGhostOfYou #toletgooflove #rekindledbook #fanfiction #dannyphantom #teentitans #dannyphantomfanfiction #teentitansfanfiction #elizabethmasters #digitalart #ipadpro #goghostagain #goghostwithliz https://www.instagram.com/p/BrjZHn1AlvR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qbwoze1gng5n
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pipermasters · 6 years ago
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Tell me, would you kill to prove you’re right? . . . Base found on Pinterest- credit where credit is due #fallingfortheghostofyou #ToLetGoOfLove #RekindledBook #fanfiction #DannyPhantom #teentitans #dannyphantomfanfiction #teentitansfanfiction #digitalart #ipadpro #goghistagain #goghostwithliz https://www.instagram.com/p/BrBjollgxJg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nbii46o8joo8
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vladmastersnewtimeline · 5 years ago
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Interesting headcanon theory. The reason that Vlad's eyes turned red and he developed fangs and Jack didn't even though both were exposed to the same portal blast is because Vlad has partial alien ancestry and is a direct descendant of an alien king Ivan Estavon. This alien which is part of a race known as the Yddrin and is believed to originated from the Earth. On their own Planet when they go through the dark moods their eyes blue glow yellow and they will develop fangs. If they exposed to unusual energy such as Echo energy on Earth their eyes will turn red and they will develop fangs and also bluish greenish skin during a transitional Yddrin phase.
DP fanfic 'Crossing Over' by Klaatu Visitor
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13314099/1/Crossing-Over)
#vladmasters #vladmaddie #VladPlasmius #vlad_plasmius #vladmastersfanart #vladmasterswife #vladplasmiusfanart #Vlad_Plasmius #Vlad_Masters #vladxmaddie #DannyPhantom #dannyphantonfanart #dannyphantomfanfiction #Danny_Phantom #alternatetimeline #newcannon #crossingover #keepingupwiththekardashians #pewdiepie #altreality
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vladmastersnewtimeline · 5 years ago
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Not only has Vlad become confused as to what timeline he is in, but his powers have gone on the blink again!
DP fanfic 'Crossing Over' by Klaatu Visitor
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13314099/1/Crossing-Over)
#vladmasters #vladplasmius #vlad_masters #vlad_plasmius #Vlad_Plasmius #Vlad_Masters #vladmastersfanart #vladxmaddie #DannyPhantom #dannyphantomfanfiction #dannyphantomfanart #altreality #alternatetimeline #Danny_Phantom #VladPlasmius #alternateuniverse #fanfiction
#paralleluniverse #newcannon #newtimelines
#crossingover
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