#phandom prompts

[salmonight]

Danny Lokison

Danny is Loki’s bio kid.

In the end there may have been more to his bluish skin and icy powers than what he initially wrote off as weird half-dead mumbo jumbo.

As it stands.. his alien heritage may have had awakened in his death no longer blocked by multitude of enchantments and bled into his second form.

Meanwhile his alive part is still hidden behind its ‘human’ facade.

You could really excuse him for not jumping to the conclusion that he is an alien straight away after seeing the weird skin tone. He is not the first bluish ghost he seen after all

As it turns out not only ice and snow but mischief also ran in his blood-

Little disparities started to stick out to him after the realisation. Like how he always had more strength than an average kid should (contributing before that to his high ecto contamination thanks to his parents nonexistent lab safety standards) or how he always felt more comfortable in the cold and uncomfortable in the heath.

Dan’s eerie red eyes made much more sense with that as well.

[newtlovescorndogs]

SLEEP OVER!!!

[aterfish]

Good thing it was a short spin

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny: Did you really eat your kids?

Clockwork: Only the annoying ones who asked questions.

Danny: Did they taste good?

Clockwork:...Do you want to be next?

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[di-loves-coffee]

Shshshshhh, I’m not posting Dead On Main at one am when I’ve got school in the morning, you’re craaazzzyyy

•~•—•~•—•~•

Jason flinched for his gun as the sound of the loud, dingy window opening clambered through his dingy apartment, only to calm as the gentle feel of a core’s purr hit him.

Danny. Of course it was Danny. Who else would come through his window at three pm on a Wednesday.

“Damn, you really are boring outside of your night job.” The twinkish young adult smirked as he flopped onto the couch. Lying right against Jason.

“Fuck you.” Jason heatlessly snapped, not at all bothered by the halfa’s presence.

“Damn-straight you do.” Danny’s smirk told the whole story as Jason had to fight to not damage the book in his hands. Taken aback by the sudden flirting— even while(probably) satire.

“I’m going to choke you,” Jason spoke after taking a couple deep breaths and reclaiming his dignity— even if his own core absolutely gave it away.

“Oh yes plea—” Danny started to jokingly keen, only to get cut off by a pillow being shoved into his face. Jason’s attention still mostly focused on his book.

•~•—•~•—•~•

I was worried this wouldn’t post for a sec

[some-rotten-nest]

Thanksgiving at the Fenton house was... Something. Danny did his best to avoid it, in short. It wasn't exactly Christmas; but it wasn't nice either.

Gotham was a good place for him to escape to, right? A flight there and back once Thanksgiving was over, no issue.

He didn't mean to get kidnapped by billionaires for an even weird Thanksgiving, okay Jazz?!

He'd just been out and about, doing nothing really, when this person came up to him and began to drag him by the ear, talking something about how "If I have to attend this, so do you!"

Being startled, he couldn't string the sentence he was looking for together and ended up being dragged to a---... Manor. Because of course it was. Rich people.

"So, how's everything?" A different black haired, blue eyed boy asked, eye bags heavier than Danny's.

"Oh! Actually, Jay, I left my shirt at your place when I got shot, any chance you brought it with?" The other black-haired, blue eyed guy asked, twirling his fork in his hand.

And he was looking at Danny.

Thank Ancients, the oldest person-- parent? He didn't know-- jumped in, sounding so tired, "Can we not talk about work at the table?" Then turned to Danny again, "And thank you for joining us this year, Jason."

"I had to drag him here!" The blonde who dragged him here Interrupted, "Why don't I get any thanks? Discrimination, Bruce. This is discrimination."

"I'd appreciate it very much if you didn't shout at the table, Miss Brown," The very oldest person said, placing a plate on the table.

Alright-- enough was enough, Danny needed to leave. This is weird, and he did not want to know why black-haired, blue-eyed guy #2 was shot either.

"Sorry, Alfred--" Blonde (Miss Brown?) said casually.

The sound of the door opening was as loud as a cannon to his ears, but to everyone else at the table, it was normal. Or they were expecting someone else that wasn't who they thought Danny to be.

"IM ONLY HERE FOR THE FOOD--" A voice shouted, "-AND NOTHING ELSE."

Black hair, blue eyes #3 came in, a white streak matching Danny's own in his hair.

All eyes turned to him. Fuck.

[novelistwriter]

Batty Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

Danny had been living in Gotham for a while, since the third Robin was flying high is when he arrived in the Gothic City ot Gotham from his dimension. He had to leave it behind as the GIW and his parents were teaming up against him. They figured out his identity and were adamant about tearing him apart 'molecule by molecule' for 'taking their sons body'.

He's avoided the attention of the vigilantes of Gotham for as long as he could, living as 'Daniel Nightingale' living as normally as he could. During one of his days off from human work, Danny was doing some of the papers from his Ghost King work when Clockwork appeared in front of him.

"My King, the timeline is at risk, I have come to you to help it heal by taking in these reborn heroes of Gotham and pose as Bruce Wayne with the Magic you have learned from your teachers in the Realms"

Danny was about to question Clockwork what he meant when he saw that Clockwork was not alone. With the Ghost of Time were children of varying ages. The oldest was a boy in a black suit, looking like he was returning from a funeral. The boy was holding a baby with green eyes and tanned skin. The second oldest was a boy with tanned skin as well, but not as tanned as the baby, who was holding the free hand of the boy in the suit, he was in a outfit that looks like one would wear when in the circus as a trapeze artist, the circus boy looks to be a few years younger than the suit boy. There was a girl holding the free hand of the circus boy, and she is wearing what looks like ninja garbs, and she is watching him like a hawk she looks to be a few years younger than the trapeze boy. Holding the free hand of the girl was another boy wearing ratty clothes and a white streak of hair at the front of his head, he seems to be closer in age to the girl. Holding the free hand of the ratty clothed boy was another boy who looks pale and skinny in the baggy clothes meant for him, and he looks to be a few years younger than the ratty clothed boy. Finally, the last boy was a dark skinned boy who looked the most normal of them all, and is the second youngest of them all, being a toddler and holding the free hand of the skinny boy.

He was about to voice his concerns to Clockwork, but the Time Ghost was gone. All that was left was a green sticky note in his hand that wasn't there before that read.

'My King, you must be a Hero again in this new dimension. These children are the former vigilantes of Gotham. They had perished at the hands of a foe out in space, and I have reverted them to the states they are in. They do not remember the lives they lived before but will remember the ways they fight, and you are the perfect candidate to raise them, as their allies are not suitable to raise them, you must raise them to keep the timeline intact. And you must be Bruce Wayne and Timothy Drake-Wayne to keep up appearances within Wayne Enterprises, as they are needed to keep the timeline intact as well. I am truly sorry for this, my King, but it must be done. C.W'

Now, Danny must raise a younger Bruce Wayne, Richard "Dick" Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, Duke Thomas, and Damian Wayne while he pretends to be both Bruce and Tim with the magic he learned in the Infinite Realms. He also needs to deal with the Rogues of Gotham, the LoA, and the Justice League as well as his Ghost King duties.

(Yes, I pulled an UNO reverse on the De-aged Danny idea and went for a De-aged Batfam idea instead for the DPxDC Phandom)

[new-revenant]

Surprise @littlebadger, for you have gotten a SECOND gift for the Holiday Truce! I had gotten sick during a good chunk of later December, so I was unsure I would’ve been able to finish my gift, so you got a backup gifter. But I was able to finish my gift, just now, and I’m very tired! :D I hope you like it(ps, I have a version without most of the colors because I couldn’t tell which one I liked more, under the cut. happy late truce and new years!) and thank you @phandomholidaytruce for this lovely event ♥︎

[salmonight]

Fentonic2024 Day 1: Hibernation / Curse

Welp i still hate rendering why am i even bothering with it..

Prompts:

[ghostsray]

(late) truce gift for @evilfarmin !! you asked for everlasting trio, so here they are making a–…that's not a heart…

[ectoberweekofficial]

Ectober Week 2024

🪄 ✨ Welcome to the Ectober Academy where you will spend a week casting spells, making potions, and sharing your conjured enchantments for all to see! ✨🪄

Each day you have a choice between a short charm, or a longer incantation from your spellbook (or perhaps, for the most daring witches, you can combine them both).

Note: The one-word prompts are not limited to artists, and the two sentence prompts are not limited to writers. Both prompts are available to anyone who wants to try them.

The result of your spell can be in the form of a piece of art, a written story, a musical jingle, a tenacious craft, a silly meme, or whatever your heart desires. All content directly related to the Danny Phantom cartoon is acceptable for this magical challenge. Ships, non-ships, crossovers, angst, fluff—so long as it relates to the show, how you choose to represent these prompts is entirely up to you.

When you are satisfied with your creation, you may post it on Tumblr under the tag #ectoberweek2024 so that we may find it and reblog it here!

Happy Ectober! 👻🎃

[art credit goes to @faerynova - check out her blog and look through her cool art!]

Prompts:

October 25

👻 Graveyard Shift

👻 They found the corpse on a Sunday. So why was Danny Fenton still alive?

October 26

👻 Cornered

👻 Desiree makes all your dreams come true. And Nocturne handles the nightmares.

October 27

👻 Ghost Peeler

👻 He tried to stay in control of his ghost half. He really tried.

October 28

👻 Skeleton Key

👻 Tick, tick, tick. The sound was coming from his core.

October 29

👻 Last Rites

👻 They knew it would kill him. They did it on purpose.

October 30

👻 Tarot

👻 Danny had wondered when he would see his clone again. He never wanted it to be like this.

October 31

👻 Ectology

👻 He thought he'd been prepared to take off the mask on the hazmat suit and see what he looked like underneath. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Check out our Post Guidelines for posting your work, and if you have any questions, feel free to shoot us a DM!

[nightingale-prompts]

I humbly ask the phandom to help me. Now that I know that Danny was originally going to have a pet owl named Spooky. I need to know everyone's interpretation of how he got Spooky and how he interacts with them. What would Spooky's personality be?

[mkarchin713]

DP Prompt: The Big Guns

Team Phantom have finally done it. They have gotten an audience with the UN to argue their case, that Ectoentities are sapient and sentient beings.

Should they succeed the US would have to repeal the Anti-Ecto Acts or risk retaliation from other countries for breaking the Geneva convention.

One problem.

The GIW has managed to convince a fair number of ambassadors that Ectoentities are not only non sentient but an active threat to their own countries.

Danny has no choice but to bring out the Big Guns.

United Nations, please say hello to the ghosts of your beloved former leaders, cultural heroes, and deceased relatives.

Hey US, how’s telling Abraham Lincoln, your grandmother and Mister Rogers they are non sentient going?

[kettlefire]

Constantine & the King

First time Constantine meets the Ghost King, he's expecting problems. In his line of work, when all the shadows in the room seem to be pulled toward a point in the room. Creating a dark portal that suddenly glowed a startling green, it's more than concerning.

However, Constantine was thrown off by the young man that stepped out of the portal. Young man could be putting it generously. The kid looked barely legal to drink.

However the kid was holding a scroll that looked thicker than his own head. A crown, ring, and cape that just screamed royalty.

Constantine did not expect the kid to greet with joy and friendliness.

It was the Ghost King. The being that held full control over that aspect of the mythical realms. His name was Danny, and Constantine found the kid's lack of professionalism a nice break.

That scroll? Every contract Constantine ever signed that used his soul as a bargianing chip.

Now, Constantine expected annoyance. If his soul was technically meant to end up in the grasp of thw King, wouldn't the kid be pissed?

After all, Constantine was certain one of those contracts was with the prior Ghost King.

Except, Danny loved it. He was all grins and laughter as he spoke about it. The kid complained about the amount of paperwork, sure. Who wouldn't?

Aside from that, Danny adored Constantine's work. His nonchalantness when it came to signing away his soul.

Danny relished in the chaos he has happening among various other entities. Praised Constantine, and thanked him for the entertainment.

Constantine realized that this Ghost King was a brat. He enjoyed the chaos and the drama as long as it hurt absolutely anyone. This kid was a little shithead.

And Constantine got a confirmation. No matter what, no matter what contracts he signed. His soul was going to end up in Danny's hands.

Constantine didn't mind that. He liked the spirit the kid had. Found a fondness for the King.

A fondness that only grew with every impromptu meeting. Every time the room grew colder, and the shadows moved and warped in the room.

Constantine grew accustomed to it. He looked forward to it.

Then it happened.

Constantine was at the Justice League Watchtower. A simple consultation, nothing too crazy. It was all going to be fine.

Until Constantine felt the shift in the room.

The temperature dropped. The shadows shifted and contorted, and a portal began to form.

Constantine waved off the other heroes concern and defense. Turning towards the forming portal, and prepared to see the kid. The kid who was easily his favorite being in the world at this point.

Except that changed once he saw the familiar being step through the portal.

Maybe step was the wrong word. Danny basically stumbled out of the green portal. Landing harshly on his knees in front of the league.

Constantine wasted no time rushing forward. Pulling the kid close to him, and taking in the sight. Looking for any sign of what was wrong.

Blood and a green substance coated the kid's closed. And Constantine noted the cape was completely missing. The kid was in tears, shaking horrible and in a state of complete hysteria.

All Constantine knew, was that he was going to make them pay.

Whoever brought this normally confident and carefree king to his knees, wasn't going to last much longer.

Those bastards will pay.