#dp skulker

[stampmark16]

SKULKTECH SKETCHES!!

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Lil comic im not finished yet👉

[shentezzu]

hi skulktech nation hewwooo

a slightly suggestive mention under the cut!

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[demonic0angel]

DPxDC: Skulker decides to hunt the last Kryptonian and get his pelt and so on. As it turns out, ghosts are not immune to heat vision.

"The last kryptonian!" Skulker crowed in glee, "I will take your pelt as the greatest hunter in the world!"

Superman stared at him, wondering if he was some weird amalgamation of his other rogues, perhaps Bloodsport or Metallo, when he paused as he digested the rest of the sentence.

"I'm sorry," Superman said politely, "Did you say pelt?"

He eyed his guns, which did not seem to hold kryptonite, but instead something else green and more glowy. How was he supposed to skin him with a gun?

"Yes," Skulker smirked. "I will take your pelt and lay it on the floor of my lair."

Superman nodded slowly. "I see."

A few minutes later, Skulker was shrieking, "Why do you have lasers?!"

Superman hummed and then froze him over with his breath. Just as he was about to pick him up and carry the frozen cyborg to Batman for investigation, a voice suddenly popped up.

"Wow!"

Superman turned, where a young girl was floating in the air and staring at him, starry eyed. "That's so cool! You have laser eyes and freeze breath!"

Superman blinked and then smiled. "Yes. I'm sorry, but can you please move aside? I need to take care of this."

The girl beamed. "It's okay! I'll handle him!" She tapped the ice and it cracked apart. Superman stared, dumbfounded, as the ice and metal broke apart, revealing a shivering, green thing.

"Ready to go, Skulker?" The girl asked, taking out a green thermos.

"Just put me back where it's warm," the green blob mumbled with a sulk. He was absorbed into the thermos and Superman watched, flabbergasted as the girl then flew away with a cheerful wave.

"Bye! Thanks for handling him for me!"

And then she was gone.

[spacedace]

Just had a thought:

Ra's would HATE Skulker.

Ra's is a menace and sometimes an outright maniac and Skulker's skills would be useful to him (even without considering the ghost powers), but Ra's is first and foremost an animal lover and an aggressively avid animal conservationist.

The second Ra's finds out that Skulker purposefully hunts the rarest species in the world for the sole purpose of making them trophies? Oooh boy is it on.

Danny is so confused where all these incredibly dangerous assassins suddenly swarming Amity Park are coming from but they are making Skulker's life miserable and he actually has time to study for one so...not his problem *finger guns*

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

I glitched and made this thing

I've really been meaning to draw a lot of the ghosts. Clearly this isn't all of them, but it's a start. And in the process, I ended up getting an art style software update- so that's fun :D

[vladdyissues]

Day 26: Camouflage

[kettlefire]

Kid Flash & the Prison.

Wally West doesn't believe in the supernatural.

Aliens? Sure. Atlanteans? Understandable. Clones? Yes, makes perfect sense.

Magic and ghosts? Party tricks.

It's not real, and it never will be.

That's the only reason he accepted the stupid bet. He knows Robin was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help it.

M'gann was so sure it was haunted. Swore up and down that it just didn't feel right, and tried to talk Wally out of it.

He wasn't going to wuss out in front of her. So he went in. He took up the bet and went inside the haunted old prison.

An hour. He just had to survive an hour in the creaky, dark, damp building.

That can't be so hard, right?

He steeled himself, laughed of the concerned looks, and went straight in. Ignoring the looming voice in the back of his head telling him to turn away.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind him, a cold chill filled the air, and...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wally could hear the slight dripping of an old pipe somewhere, but that was all.

The prison was just that. An old abandoned prison, falling apart on it's edges. That was it. Nothing more nothing less, and Wally laughed at himself for his stupid fear.

He zoomed through the building, going into every room. Looking at every nook and cranny. Taking pictures so make sure no one could say he stayed huddle at the door.

It wasn't until he reached the Warden's office that something happened.

It wasn't a big deal, Wally was just certain a draft knocked over one of those rotten wooden shelves. That's what the crash was, no need to fret. Wally absolutely didn't jump at the sound.

He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and pulled...

Nothing happened. The door refused to open. The knob turned, it wasn't locked. Yet it felt like door might be barricaded, so tightly that Wally couldn't even shove it an inch.

It only made Wally want to get in even more. He's been to every other inch of this prison, he wasn't going to let a rotten door stop him.

But then it happened. Translucent glowing green arms shot out of the wooden door, gripping at Wally's skin in an ice cold and bruising grasp.

He didn't scream. No, Wally shouted. That's all he did. It was manly, 100%, he just got a little jump scared that's it.

His comm crackled to life, and Wally could hear the voices of his team through thick static. He could barely make it out, what with trying not to get pulled into the door.

The old rotten door wasn't a door anymore. It swirled a glowing green and purple color, and the presence of it sent a chill down Wally's spine.

This time, as Wally felt the floor slipping from under him, Wally screamed. A blood curdling sound because this wasn't supposed to happen.

The speedster wasn't sure if he had just closed his eyes, or if he passed out. Yet, when he opened his eyes again he was in a prison.

A prison. Not The Prison.

The walls were a sickly purple grey, the sky above him was inky black with the occasional streak of green. And Wally realized very quickly, he wasn't on Earth anymore.

Maybe he should have been more concerned by the green beings dressed in riot gear circling around him. Or the fact that he was now wearing a grey and black jumpsuit, his super suit and mask completely missing.

But no. No the thing that sent a numbing wave of dread through was the man.

The man, who could barely be called a man, that loomed over him. Dressed in white and black suit. Whose skin was a deathly white.

An almost skeletal look to his face, yet Wally didn't doubt he strength and power in that man.

The man who called himself Warden Walker.

Walker wasted no time in listening a startling list of rules Wally had broken. Rules that would lead him to spend much too long trapped in this ghostly prison.

As much as Wally hated to admit it, that's what it was. Ghosts.

And he had no clue how to get free. Even as he was changed, and lead around the prison. To the mess hall. Even as Wally started down at the food that looked absolutely radioactive.

In this moment, Wally realized how screwed he truly was. Terrified of what would happen next. Would his friends try going into the prison after him?

How much time has even passed? Would his friends end up trapped here with him? Would they get worse treatment? How could a human be in a ghost prison?!

His spiraling panic and stressed came to a complete halt when she sat down. Grey skin and firey blue hair, Wally couldn't help but find her beauty enticing.

Her boyfriend, however, looked as if he could snap Wally in two. Looming forming, looking to be a metallic suit and firey green mohawk.

Wally really thought he was going to get the weirdest beat down of his life.

Except the conversation quickly shifter a plan for a riot. Talk of how to get Wally out of there. Leaving the speedster absolutely flabbergasted. Why would they help?

Every time Wally tried to ask the ghosts why, they kept brushing him off. Until finally he got an answer from Ember. Which only left him with more questions.

"Because the dipstick would be a bigger pain if we let a human stay here."

[tendisneren]

”the human-ghost child in its natural habitat”

SKULKER???? HES NOT EVEN WRONG I JUST. WHY HASNT ANYBODY COMMENTED ON THE HILARITY OF THIS OR LIKE MADE A MEME (THAT IVE SEEN)..

[drawnale]

Day 2 Tecnomancy

Ghost zones greatest hunter is 10cm tall.

[dailudannos]

Some ghosts as ponies :]

[rico189sspamtonhell]

Obsessive Danny Phantom villain imagine

Imagine a DP villain crashing a banquet or fancy ball because Danny was there and their eyes land on you, who also happens to be their nemesis. During the confrontation, a slow song begins to play. Wanting to toy with you they grab your hand and forcefully pull you onto the dance floor so you can slow dance with them. One hand is on your lower back, the other grasping yours as they lead you in the dance with their piercing eyes staring into yours as they tell you their grand plan for the night. As you waltz the lights shine down on you both, giving you and them an ethereal glow. For a moment, just a moment they fall silent as they look down at you. In that moment their eyes are soft as they see you in a new light.

And then Danny puts an end to it as he flies in and sucker punches them away from you Characters I think I would do this

Vlad. His dramatic ass would totally love making you dance with him as he monologues

Spectra. I can see her using this as a manipulation tactic to try and get in your head while also being a way to show off her beauty to the crowd

Freakshow. This man lives to put on a show. While dancing isn't a part of his usual act he doesn't mind giving it a shot to toy with you and garner attention

My self-indulgent ass wants to say Walker, Skulker, and Technus but realistically they would not djdjkdkjd. Skulker would think it a waste of time but might delight in hunting you down while you're wearing your formal attire just to see you struggle and also because you look beautiful. Walker might mention that you're looking all dolled up before attacking you. Technus would probably be more enamored with all the tech at the DJ booth than how you look ckjdcjdjd

[dragonshoardofworks]

One Reflection, Two Souls 

(Ficlet so smol that I decided to release it in the Tumblr Wilds instead of Ao3. Enjoy!)

Evenings like this were becoming common: Jazz was sitting cross-legged on Danny's bed with papers scattered before her while her brother was positioned at his desk, at least attempting to do his homework while there was no attack on Amity.

Usually, Danny preferred working alone without the overbearing presence of his sister, but after the reveal of her knowledge about his secret identity, she had so many questions still unanswered that they did mini-sessions where they helped each other with their own expertise. 

“I was thinking…” Jazz started, while staring contemplating at one particular sheet.

“When aren't you?” Danny didn't even look up from his notebook as he sassed her.

“Haha, smartass.” She halfheartedly threw him a socks ball (which had been among a pile on the nightstand) that he let phase through his head without effort. Then he just threw it in their open drawer, like the routine they had already done plenty of times. “We pretty much established that Ghost Cores are souls, didn't we? And that souls are unique and impossible to replicate at 100%?”

At this, Danny paused, then he turned towards her, leaning an arm on the top of the backrest, and eyed weirdly.

“Yeah?” He prompted when she didn't elaborate, now frowning.

“Then, how was Vlad even supposed to be able to clone you, or anyone for the matter?” Jazz asked.

The halfa froze, taken aback by the question, his expression akin to that one meme where the stick-man raises their index but stays speechless.

Jazz nodded sagely in understanding at his reaction.

 “...He couldn't have been able to. Even with my mid-morph DNA, the Prime clone would have been a whole ass different person, even with all my memories!” Danny breathed in shock and bewilderment. “After all Dani, even if in Vlad's eyes her "defects" are her age and gender, still has all my preferences, my tics and some of my past memories, but often she wouldn't make the same choices I would in the same circumstances! How the heck could the fruitloop have messed up so badly and missed something like that? He flaunts all his grandiose knowledge and experience, but the thing about Ghost Cores is the first info that Skulker told me after describing how he would take my pelt!” He rambled, scandalized.

“You never told me that!” Jazz protested, making Danny wince.

“Well, it wasn't the first time he had caught me and I had to stall while Tuck was hacking his jetpack, so I made him monologue, but… when he realized that I didn't know a single thing about Ghost Cores, he sat me down and lectured me like a misbehaving toddler.” He admitted, resting his chin on the still propped up arm, looking sullen.

“Well, didn't Frostbite tell you that by ghost standards you still are a youngling?” Jazz pointed out with mirth in her voice. Danny just groaned in response.

“Yeah, but when an enemy that before has tried to dismember you looks at you, concerned, and asks why you haven't already known about Ghost biology, it gets awkward. Above all, if he opens his faceplate, climbs down his heavily armed armor as a pint-sized ghost and explains to you the finer details of what a ghost is and is made of, while you're still tied like a mummy!”

Jazz knew that the situation hadn't been funny back then, but she couldn't help the snort that came out of her that developed into peals of belly laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” In the background, the halfa grumbled mutinously. “Next time, I'll aim the Box Ghost at you to give you the ghost version of the Talk. We'll see how you'll cope with all those box metaphors and similes, like I had to listen!”

“Danny, I can't breathe, s-s-staph!” Jazz rolled off the bed and her fall on the soft carpet did nothing to stop her laughter.

Danny let her go on, totally done with the discussion and turned back to his homework, shuddering. Better them than the (double) Talk trauma.

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A/N. This minuscole one shot had been born from a spur of the moment inspiration as a mere dialogue and got away from me when I added the description of the actions around said dialogue.

I regret nothing, though. 

<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> (Trivia under the cut.) <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

By the way, the reason Vlad doesn't know about this is because he didn't get to meet any (responsible) ghost until he had reached ghost-adulthood, so no one could ever imagine that he lacked the basic knowledge.

I choose Skulker to give the Core Talk because given that he's a hunter, he has to know the intricacies of the bodies of his preys to preserve their pelts and flesh. But now that he knows that Danny is practically an infant, (apart from the paid assignments that Vlad gives him) all the fights he gets Danny into are more akin to a lion/tiger playing with his cub to help him strengthen up and get his reflexes top notch. Same with the rest of his Rogue Gallery (Spectra, Aragorn and Vlad excluded, of course). Yes, even Walker becomes more lenient once he becomes aware that Danny knew nothing before Skulker's lecture (the discovery still comes after the debate of the possessed Major, though).

Danny, being the Clueless One, never notices the shift of perspective and his "enemies" not going full power against him anymore, so this is still funny.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk, hope to type ya soon! 

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[shentezzu]

*loud sounds of electricity and rattling screws*

[furiarossa]

They're up to no good :)

Skulker is probably helping Technus get to some big machinery that he definitely shouldn't be connected to; you can't convince us they don't have wacky adventures together in the Ghost Zone (and outside too at times) U.U .

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[cherry-misty]

GROSSTOBER!!!

Be careful, it's day 3:

Slit throat

Come to think of it, this almost happened in canon when Skulker almost cut Danny's head off. Vlad stopped him at that moment, but what if Vlad hadn't made it?

I need your reposts, guys...

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

Ember and Skulker being a thing has always been so freaking funny to me because either the writers forgot Skulker was actually just a blob, or they also found the reality of the situation hilarious-