#since he's phantom planet compliant))

[frozenecto]

{ @covetousdimidiation }

Free dinner is free dinner, what can he say—

Though... Maybe if he asks nicely, Vlad can teach him how to cook... Maybe.

A portal was opened up just outside the Manor's door before he stepped out, straightening out his shirt. Then he knocked.

He wasn't gonna just walk in like he owned the place, clearly—

He promised good behavior for food, and he was gonna be on his best behavior!

He was even presentable, not wearing dingey jeans and T-shirt.

"Gotta be nice... No pranks... And be respectful."

[radiance1]

Hmmm Phantom Planet compliant except I had a random idea about the 4th version of Vlad in the 'Ten Years Later' section on the wiki (Listen I forget stuff a lot so if it's there I use it alright-)

Okay so Vlad, gets flung out to space and flies away from earth, then gets captured and turned into a slave by aliens and because he was the strongest among them, he's used both for work and sport. Where am I going with this? Easy, when Vlad was a slave he unfortunately (in his mind) gets attached to other slaves from other races who could either be adults or children your pick, I guess? So, when he breaks out and escapes, he doesn't do so alone.

This results in Vlad wandering around space with his new 'crew' doing... well, honestly I have no clue? Maaaybe trying to return members who still have a family (and a home) to return to back to them or whatever. Perhaps even because Vlad still doesn't have a good (he's a business man what did you expect?) moral compass, he kinda also steals from a few other planets or something.

Also taking the thing from the V4 where Vlad doesn't remove his shackles despite changing clothes because he wants to remind himself where and how far he came. Because boy do I actually like that.

So basically, space nomad Vlad with a not very good moral compass who regularly steal tech and other such things from planets while doing business with others along with the few members of his crew he's got left with a giant ship that he stole from his captors and also upgraded because he simply could.

Then he pulls up to Earth after a full ten years of being gone in Earth time, finally caving in because his crew wanted to see where exactly he hailed from and that he should totally have the opportunity to go back like he gave the others.

He does not expect for Earth to have changed one bit in his time away, he does expect something to happen when he enters Earth because you know, giant spaceship?

He does not expect to come across Earth after it had recently been invaded by another race.

He also did not expect to come face to face with this 'Justice League' that he's been hearing whispers of in space. He's known of them, of course, but he always thought that they were from another planet.

Not his homeworld.

(Meanwhile, Danny is just kind of there in the background, having faded since the Justice League was formed and they combated against multiple world ending threats. Which is exactly how he likes it, honestly. Normal life hooray!)

[quotablefanfiction]

Constantine hesitated. “You won’t like it.” “I already don’t like it. Tell me. Now.” “Okay, but remember this isn’t my fault and the important thing is that I’m telling you sooner rather than later.”

Batman is not impressed by Constantine’s hedging (chp. 2)

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire (AO3) Batman/Danny Phantom – Teen #Alternate Universe #Canon Divergence #Crossover #Batfamily #Canon-Typical Violence #Tired Danny Fenton #Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent #Found Family #Danny Fenton in Gotham #Psychopomp Danny Fenton #Batburger AU #Minor Original Characters #POV Alternating #Not Phantom Planet Compliant #Mystery #Case Fic #Incomplete

Strange things are going on in Gotham: A series of crimes linked only by a sentence uttered. A drug that no one seems to be selling, but lots of people are taking. An old enemy reborn, or someone pretending to be him. Graffiti that can’t be photographed by normal means. Bartenders disappearing without a trace. John Constantine is also there.

Danny wants nothing to do with any of it. He just wants to sell burgers and survive. Actually, he’d like to go home again, but since that isn’t possible, he’ll stick with burgers.

Gotham’s vigilante’s have other plans.

This is why Danny doesn’t do favors.

[mercury-lurks]

Hey y'all! This was my first year as part of Invisobang, and I had a blast writing for this event. This is my main blog, but my Danny Phantom specific sideblog is @goinggoingghone, and I'll be reblogging this there.

My wonderful artists for this year were @mangozic and @going-getting-got-ghost, go check them out and give their art some love!!

Check out my fic!

Rating: Teen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Dan Phantom, Danny Fenton/Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray/Sam Manson

Characters: Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom, Vlad Masters, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley

Additional Tags: Sharing a Body, Possession, Post Graphic Novel: A Glitch in Time (Danny Phantom), Nobody knows AU, Brotherly Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, Dan Phantom Redemption, Older Sibling Dan Phantom, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), hah I managed to include agit and still not have it be pp compliant, Invisobang (Danny Phantom), Vlad Masters Redemption, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Danny's life has been a constant drone since his untimely half-death at fourteen. He's distant from his friends and his family, only finding solace in his former enemy, Vlad, and his clone cousin, Dani.

Oh, and his alternate future self stuck in the body of one of his clones. Him too.

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

Danny Phantom + DC Writing Prompt

I know, so ‘original’. Anyway, the idea is as follows:

Danny is the son of Batman (I know, shocker 😂). He can also be the son of Talia or someone else (although this idea would probably work better if Danny is the full-blooded older brother of Damian).

At some point in time, he finds out that Bruce is his dad. He gets in contact and it’s decided he’ll spend the summer in Gotham at Wayne Manor. Unfortunately, when he is preparing to head over and when he is taking a plane to Gotham, Bruce ‘dies’ (aka, disappears into the time stream). By the time Danny gets to Gotham, no one realizes that he is supposed to be there. So, he manages to find his way to Wayne Manor.

When he gets there, he meets Tim, who is storming out after his argument with Dick Grayson (after the reveal that Dick gave Robin to Damian). Because of this meeting, he doesn’t meet the rest of the Wayne family and instead decides to join Tim with looking for Bruce (can be because he phased into the batcave and saw everything, could be because he thinks Bruce could potentially come back as a ghost, whatever reason).

Tim doesn’t want Danny there at first and proceeds to ditch him but Danny (using his powers) manages to find Tim pretty quick (this may lead to Tim questioning if Danny is like Damian but is putting an act of ‘friendliness’ on to distract Tim before murdering him). Tim reluctantly allows Danny to join since he can’t ditch him. Eventually, he learns that Danny is Phantom. Red Robin comic proceeds but with Danny’s assistance (and some assistance from Tucker and Sam behind the scenes (tech and cash)).

Danny meets Ra’s Al-Ghul after Tim loses his spleen. If the writer decides to make Danny related to the al-Ghul’s, then Ra’s will take an interest in his missing grandson (if not related, he gains interest upon learning of Danny’s powers). Danny begins learning there (academics and physical training. Finds out he’s actually smart when not fighting ghosts most of the time). Ra’s is interested in making either Tim or Danny his heir.

Red Robin continues with Danny interference.

Upon Bruce Wayne’s return, Danny returns back to Amity Park (it is the end of summer). Tim decides to visit him regularly and slowly begins to drift from Gotham to Amity. The other Bats pick up on this and decide to investigate. They learn about Danny and Bruce remembers that he had plans to have Danny stay in Gotham over the past summer (the trip down the time stream messed with his memories and he forgot some of what happened before he vanished). They decide to meet Danny and Danny, who elects to be a little shit, decides to pretend he doesn’t know the Wayne’s are vigilantes and makes comments about how Bruce ditched him to go on ‘vacation’ or to manage his business (excuses given for Bruce’s disappearance) and that the others thought themselves too good to meet him (or something of that degree, not sure).

That’s pretty much it for this idea. Only other things to know is that it doesn’t t need to be Phantom Planet compliant and mainly takes place during the Red Robin comic.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Don't Crack Under Pressure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: (Not phantom planet compliant) Danny's finally an astronaut! He's somehow got through college, after barely managing to pull through high school. But after he manages to make it into a NASA rocket and travel to the final frontier, his helmet cracks. So how does he explain how he got through the entire day to the rest of the crew with a cracked helmet? (from @shadowpixel)

Chapter 1: Let's Take a Rocketship to Space (I hear it's a real swinging place)

AO3 Link

[Warnings for deep space and assumed character death]

Despite the nightmare that was high school, and just barely getting his diploma, Danny managed to get into college. By some miracle he got his engineering degree, and now he was achieving his lifelong dream of becoming an astronaut. His first mission was with a crew of mostly veterans to investigate a NASA probe that had been sent to Psyche, an asteroid in the Main Asteroid Belt which traveled between Mars and Jupiter.

The probe had sent signals indicating that it had collected samples and was processing data, but due to unknown circumstances, it had suddenly stopped transmitting information about Psyche's surface, even though it was still responding to the deep space optical communication signals. All efforts to repair or reprogram it remotely had failed. That was why NASA had decided to send the Eros mission.

Captain Simon Lao, copilot Denali North, engineer Danny Fenton, and geo-chemist Dr. Ivy Grace Carson were selected for the approximately 2 year mission. Their ship would use the same advanced communications system as the Psyche probe to communicate with Earth using optical signals transmitted via lasers, which traveled faster than radio waves, so they wouldn't be completely cut off from their friends and family, despite traveling farther than any manned spacecraft had ever gone before. 

Just five years ago, it would have been a six year mission there and back, if not longer, but using improved ionic propulsion with a little ectoplasmic boost, partially designed by Danny, the speed at which they could reach the asteroid increased dramatically. Once the mission was green-lit, it still took months of testing and training and preparing before the Eros spacecraft could finally launch, but this was it. Today was the day.

"Communications test," Simon said into their headset. "Mission control, do you read me?"

"Loud and clear Lao," came the voice of Miranda in the mission control room. "Check ignition and prepare for liftoff."

Danny felt like he might vibrate right out of his skin in his excitement. He'd been to space once before, that time Technus took over a satellite, but this was different. This was an actual, real life, NASA mission, on a real NASA spaceship with a real space suit and everything. He'd finally made it big. He'd gotten to the place he'd wanted to be since he was two years old and watched the Endeavor launch on TV.

The time leading up to the final takeoff passed agonizingly slowly but at last the countdown commenced. The engines roared to life.

"Nervous, Fenton?" Ivy Grace asked with a smirk. Everyone else in the cockpit had gone on missions for NASA before, making Danny the only newbie, but he was the furthest thing from nervous.

"Not on your life, Doc," Danny responded with a grin. "I've been waiting for this moment as long as I can remember."

The thing about space was that it really wasn't all that far away. Hard to get to, yes, because straight up, and up, and up was not an easy direction to go, but it wasn't necessarily far. The ship took off, and less than ten minutes later it had escaped Earth's atmosphere. Danny stared out the window in awe at the planet Earth growing farther and farther away.

"Go ahead and unbuckle your seat-belts, and you are now free to move about the cabin," Simon said once the autopilot confirmed course and they were on their way.

Danny immediately got out of his seat, almost phasing though his seat-belt by accident in his frenzy, instead of unbuckling it. Long since used to zero gravity from his time in the Ghost Zone, Danny easily flew to the rearmost window to watch his home planet shrink into a speck in the distance while his crew-mates shook their heads fondly. And thus began the ten month journey to the asteroid Psyche. 

The beauty of space was something Danny could never get tired of, even if this mission were to last a million years. Even after months in space, his crew-mates often found him floating by the window, just watching the stars outside for hours on end. Of course, Danny had plenty of other things to do, and he did them, but there were also stars. And they were breathtaking. The rest of the crew preferred to pass their time in different ways.

Ivy Grace spent most of her time isolating herself in her bunk to work on her manuscript with headphones blaring the playlists she'd downloaded for the journey. She was the type who never seemed to get lonely. No matter how many times they asked her, she completely refused to tell any of them what her manuscript was about, which led the rest of them to the obvious conclusion that she was writing hardcore erotica, probably involving tentacles.

Their captain Simon, on the other hand, took great joy in dragging the rest of them into social past-times together. Somehow, they knew a ludicrous number of party games and had packed a two terabyte hard-drive full of movies for the crew to watch during the trip. Simon couldn't seem to stand being alone for ten minutes if they were awake. At least they didn't mind quiet though, and sometimes they would sit in silence with Danny, just watching out the windows.

Lastly there was Denali. She'd been an air force pilot before applying at NASA, but only to pay for college. Originally, she had wanted to go to art school, but after discovering a genuine love for flying, she'd decided to go to NASA instead. For the Eros mission, she'd brought along six, cheap, empty sketchbooks, and requested as many pressurized ink capsules for her pen as she could get away with, since regular pens couldn't write without gravity. She was determined to improve her art skills while she was in space for months at a time, and often asked the rest of them to pose for her drawings.

Once a day, they'd receive communication from Earth. Mission control would call to confirm that they were still on course, and there were no problems on the Eros craft, and they'd get messages from their loved ones back home. Denali got to read her mother's updates on what was happening in the tight-knit community she'd grown up in. Ivy-Grace messaged back and forth with her girlfriend. Simon threw a full on party on the Eros when they got the news that their sister was pregnant and they were going to be an auncle.

Danny got to spend an hour and a half once a week decoding his sister's overly long ghost activity reports from Amity Park. Sam and Tucker kept him updated on how life was back on Earth and added vague statements at the end of their messages that told him things were fine in the Ghost Zone too, even though "all quiet under the green sky" looked like utter nonsense to mission control and the rest of the crew. Danny's parents managed to work in how proud they were of him in every single message they sent.

Ten months passed by slowly but surely. The four of them were already used to each other after their time spent in training, and they knew the importance of getting along with people you were stuck with for two years without escape, so no arguments or bad blood ever developed among them.

After a lengthy travel period, the Psyche asteroid finally came within sight, and the crew assumed landing positions.

"Alright, Denali, prep for landing," Simon ordered, slipping seamlessly into their serious captain mode. Denali flipped the appropriate switches to activate the automatic landing system, and prepared to take over manual control if something went wrong.

"Ready to go," she confirmed.

"Then take us down." It was a pretty smooth landing, with only slight jostling and no malfunctions or unexpected obstacles. Once they touched down on Psyche's surface, Simon sent a communication to Earth. "Mission control, this is Eros, we have safely landed on the asteroid's surface and are preparing to track down the Psyche probe for diagnostic, over."

Even at light speed, communication between Earth and the Main Asteroid Belt took several minutes. Eventually, the response came back. "Confirmed, Eros, keep us posted and let us know if anything happens. Good luck, and stay safe, over and out."

"You heard her, finish suiting up and lets go," Danny urged enthusiastically. He was already in his suit, fully ready to step out onto the asteroid, and just waiting on the other three. The plan was to get the Psyche probe and take it back to the ship to repair or reprogram it as needed, and to download the data it had collected on the asteroid so far.

The Psyche probe was a ways away from the ship, but that wasn't too much of a problem. Denali dropped their buggy onto the surface, and she and Danny headed out to pick up the probe while Ivy Grace collected her samples and Simon made sure that anything that might be needed to deal with the probe was ready to go by the time it got back. As the engineer, Danny would be the one doing most of the repairs, although Ivy Grace was on standby with some chemical tests to run, in case something like that was the problem.

As they drove toward the probe, Danny's feet tapped on the floor of the buggy with excited energy.

"Careful there, Fenton," Denali teased. "Looks like you're about to shake right out of your suit."

"Sorry, it's just... I'm happy," Danny told her. "If I were to call up five-year-old Danny and tell him I was driving on an actual asteroid right now, I think he'd be so thrilled his brain would explode and he would drop dead on the spot."

"I dunno, it kinda seems like I'm looking at a five-year-old Danny right now," she ribbed, and he laughed. "I guess it's a good thing you can't make calls to the past then, or else you'd never get here."

Danny laughed harder. "If you think a little thing like death would stop me from getting here, you're dead wrong." It wouldn't, and in fact, it hadn't.

The two of them talked a little more until the probe was in sight, then got out to give it a look. A preliminary once-over didn't reveal any obvious problems, like exposed wiring from a panel that had shaken loose, or significant exterior damage. They hitched it to the buggy, ready to tow it back to the ship.

So far, the mission had gone off without a single snag, and the crew had high hopes that it would stay smooth sailing the rest of the way. However, everyone knows the moment you start to think everything's going your way is the moment everything starts to go horribly wrong. It was at this moment, that things went horribly, horribly wrong.

The latch on the tow cable broke as Denali and Danny were headed back to the buggy. That alone wouldn't be a problem, because there were spare latches, and it was easily replaced. The problem arose when the cable retracted, and the broken latch slammed into Danny's helmet with a horrible crack that resonated through the headset in Danny's helmet and broadcasted directly into Denali's ears.

She gasped in horror and skipped to Danny's side as fast as the asteroid's low gravity allowed. "Oh my God!" she shouted. "Mayday! Simon, Doc, something happened, the tow-latch broke and hit Danny. His visor is cracked. Oh my God, oh my God."

"Denali, breathe," Simon ordered, their voice level but stern. "Assess the damage. If it's not too bad, he could still make it."

"Right!" Denali turned Danny over to get a cleared look at his visor. "Oh no..." she breathed out, eyes stinging with tears. "It's... it's broken, all the way through. There's a hole the size of my fist, oh my God, Simon there's no... there's no way he could've survived. He's... he's gone." Emotion made her words catch on her tongue, and she blinked rapidly to keep from crying. If she was going to drive back to the ship, she had to see clearly.

There was nothing to be heard in their headsets for a long time.

"Well, bring him back and we'll—" Ivy Grace started to say, but Simon cut her off.

"No," they said. "There's nothing we can do for him if his helmet is fully breached. We can't have his corpse decaying on the Eros during the return trip, and we can't bury him on a metal asteroid." No one had anything to say to that. Simon was right, of course, but they didn't have to like it. "Just... leave him where he is and bring back the Psyche probe. We should get to work if we're gonna have to figure out how to fix her without our engineer.

"At least... you know Danny," Ivy Grace said brokenly, "he'd probably be over the moon to die out in space and not on boring, old planet Earth."

"Y-yeah," Denali agreed, and they all politely ignored the way her voice cracked. "I'm pretty... I'm pretty sure I've heard him say something like that before."

"Yeah, me too," Simon said. "I thought it was morbid then, and I still think so. I'll make the report to mission control. They'll probably bring in an engineer to walk us through a diagnostic and repair."

"Right." Denali tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she changed the latch on the tow line and hooked the probe up again. Then she returned to the buggy to drive back all by herself. "I'm on my way back with the Psyche probe... alone."

Next Chapter

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Hopefully this car will live up to its name

by CoraneA It’s been a long while since he left home for Jersey. He’s cried all he can, and he’s made peace with what’s happened. Fuck Jack and Maddie, fuck Amity, fuck ghosts, he’s done with it all. Supposedly, the Ecosignal in Gotham is through the roof, so maybe he can get some peace there. or, Danny Fenton gets kicked out after a fight with his parents and leaves Louisiana for good. Hopefully he can start over without trouble in the world’s most dangerous city. (Ps: he won’t) Name from the song Maggie by Sarah Jarosz! Words: 1012, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Vlad Masters, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton's Parents Relationships: Danny Fenton & Everyone, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton & Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton Additional Tags: Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Ghost King Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, DPxDC Crossover, Running Away, lost and found type shi, no beta we die like danny, Danny is 16, Danny Fenton Is So Done, Danny Fenton's Ghost Obsession is Space, Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne Feels, But he also acts like a brat, he gets a happy ending, Maybe - Freeform, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU) via https://ift.tt/ULxlhBV

[whereonceiwasfire]

Landing Zone

Figured it was about time I finally did one of these, so hey, hi, hello, I'm Rees (a.k.a. WhereOnceIWasFire). You can find some general info about me, and a masterlist of fics in this post!

GENERAL

Any pronouns

I write fic (masterlist below the cut)

My brain has been chemically altered by: Danny Phantom and DBZ (though I typically keep Dragonball posts to my sideblog)

My DMs/inbox are open! Send me things, I'm friendly, I swear!

I'm always open to prompt requests (though I don't do crossovers). Feel free to leave me something in my ask box, and I'll get to it when I have a chance/if it sparks an idea!

FICS

(tags can be found on ao3)

Finished Fics:

Overshadowed - Long ass (140K) College AU, No One Knows, heavy angst, mystery w/ horror elements, mostly happy ending, but I also left it a bit open/ambiguous. I MIGHT write a sequel one day. Everything's Fine (And the Boss is Totally Not a Cryptid) - Outsider POV, intern gets hired at Vlad Co., shenanigans ensue. Oh so many Dracula references. H(a)unted - Weird, angsty little Ghost Hunter Danny AU. Separate Danny and Phantom. ALT ending. I have some ideas percolating to continue off the alternate ending. The Hazards of Being Hot High AF - Shippy Popular Psychology (Jazz/Dash) oneshot I found in my fics folder. Jazz visits Dash in the hospital after a football injury. Elementary, My Dear Fenton - Ecto-Implosion fic. A goofy comedy-mystery where Danny and the trio try to track down who left an anonymous gift in his locker. They get WAY too into it.

WIPs:

Not So Bitter Reunions - AU, canon divergence, badger cereal. The college reunion goes decidedly less off the rails than in canon, leading to some nefarious consequences. I'm just kind of vibing with this one. High School's a Beach - **AGIT SPOILERS** Dan's in high school. This one is so very unserious, but I think I've got a few more chapters left in me. Needs Must (When the Devil Drives) - Canon divergence. AU. Vlad and Harriet reconnect at the college reunion, but since Vlad's technically an evil spirit, he's adversely impacted by things like salt, windchimes, running water, etc. Bad News (Vlad/Harriet) shipfic. I just...I think they're neat. Bearer of Bad News - Post Phantom Planet (not AGIT compliant). Bad News fic because I have an illness and these two live in my head rent free. The GIW enlist Harriet's help in preventing Ghost King Danny from destroying the earth.

Drabbles/Ficlets:

DannyMay 2022 - I don't remember any of these being particularly good, but they do exist. I very much did not last the entire month. Drabble Dump from Tumblr asks - this is just what it sounds like. Though, in general, I'll probably start trying to post oneshots and/or collect the separate, individual Tumblr ask ficlets on this post now instead of just clumping them in a drabble dump on ao3. Monsters Don't Exist - horror vibes. AU. Vlad didn't peace out after the accident and he's keeping his enemies (Maddie and Jack) close. Jazz suspects their babysitter, Uncle Vlad, is more dangerous than everyone else in the family seems to think. Cheese Melt ficlet - Outsider POV. Dani has a parent-teacher interview. Cheese Melt ficlet #2 - Dani doesn't like the toy she got at Nasty Burger. Vlad gets her a new one. Badger cereal ficlet - No one knows AU. Danny works as a cashier and Vlad accidentally outs his supervillain indetity by infodumping to him when Danny makes idle customer-servicey smalltalk.

Unwritten/Unposted:

I'm not going to list out all my filenames and ideas, don't worry lol. But I do have a couple (*cough* couple hundred *cough*) ideas percolating or half written in my fics folder, so that is a thing. I want to jump on WIP Wednesday and such, but like. IDK. Feel free to ask/harass me about my unposted WIPs too, I am motivated by peer pressure.

[icos-3]

Index - The Kidnapping of Danny Fenton - [on permanent hiatus]

Since AO3 was down, I might as well post the chapters of my fic here as well. This is not a rewrite of the story. It will contain fixes/edits for problems that initially went unnoticed by me. These edits will eventually be added to AO3. Big thank you to the volunteers at the OTW for your hard work!

Edit (29 July 2024): I'm sorry for anyone waiting for an update, but unfortunately I just don't feel satisfied with the current trajectory and style of the project. I still really like this concept, but I feel it needs some massive reworks and tweaks for it to satisfy my perfectionism.

For anyone who likes this work, please feel free to use the ideas and/or plot points in your own works! Pls lmk if you do, I'd love to see where you could take this silly little AU!

Thank you for your support! I had fun with this, and I learned quite a bit!

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 -

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Work Details:

Characters: Danny Fenton, Guys in White, Original Characters, Dash Baxter, Kwan, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley

Tags: Trauma, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Prison Brutality, slight electrocution, author is very sorry, Torture, Government Experimentation, Body Horror, No Beta - We Die Like Danny, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Comfort, Regret About Bullying, Out of Character, Signs of PTSD, Not Phantom Planet Compliant, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Danny gets kidnapped, tortured and experimented on by a yet unknown organization. Because of his imprisonment and abuse, he builds up lots of trauma that hasn't been worked through yet. Eventually, he gets rescued and returned to his home in Amity Park, but he has to try and get back to his normal life while working through the horrible events that transpired. This fic is meant to be an exploration into the trauma of being kidnapped by an organization set in the Danny Phantom universe. This is a WIP and will contain a lot of angst. The author has no update schedule and has never written this type of fic before. Updates may not follow a set schedule.

Read on AO3 WARNING - The Tumblr Edition (which contains many fixes and improvements over the original) is yet to be merged into the AO3 Version

[kawaiijohn]

When the Stove is On, the Spirits of the Damned Scream so Loud you Cannae even Hear Yourself Think!

Chapter 1: The Stove IS On Fire Rating: T (swearing) WC: ~2.5k

Relationships: Past/Mentioned Pariah Dark/Clockwork, Danny Fenton & Clockwork, Pariah vs Observants, Pariah Dark & Danny Fenton

Tags: Pariah Dark Centric, Swearing, Crack with Plot, Home Renovations, Adult Danny Fenton, Ghost King Danny Fenton, manipulative Observants, Manipulative ClockWork, Divorced Exes, Scottish Accent Pariah, Pariah Dark wins the 'Not as Big of an Asshole as you Could Have Been' Award, Pariah Dark Redemption, Comedy, The Stove is Posessed, and on fire, Not Phantom Planet Compliant, Future Fic, Pariah Dark Gets Evicted Summary: Pariah Dark had been let out of his sarcophagus upon Phantom’s coronation, and as of losing the crown has become much more docile compared to his infamous rages. He simply wishes to live out the rest of his afterlife in his keep tending his garden and fixing the state of disrepair it had fallen into upon his imprisonment. Unfortunately for him, the Observants summon him to tell him he’s being evicted, due to Phantom not having a proper lair upon being a hybrid, and as such needs to show the new king around the keep. Pariah does have his own lair hidden somewhere, but he isn’t giving up the keep without a fight.

Alright so here's the Tumblr version of my @invisobang piece!

Sorry it's so late but my life has been *makes gestures of misery and suffering*

My partner is @ectoplasmicsoda who did some dope ass art for this fic, you should check it out, especially since he was able to bust both pieces out in under two days.

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Ex king Pariah Dark wipes sweat from his brow. It has taken quite a few hours, but as he holds the hose over his prized petunias, he takes pleasure in the soft sound of running water; quiet hisses mixed with ghastly little laughs.  He listens, relaxing as he observes the Keep’s previously overgrown garden in triumph. Having been out of commission for a millennia or so did a hell of a number on his sanctuary. The negligence turning the once prized flowerbeds into nothing but overgrown carnivorous weeds and sharp wooden stems. T'was a shame too– the flowers that had grown here in his obsidian years were the best in the Infinite Realms!! Every single species a rarity in the Realms itself or prized for its shape or scent. Some so delicate, even a loud cough could cause the precious blossom to shrivel and End. He grumbles, remembering his beloved dirge roses, how they used to fill the grounds with the hallow sounds of the dead as he gracefully strolled. Their lovely glow one of the seven wonders of the Realms. And now? Long extinct. Even here. How dare those traitorous Ancients imprison him without letting a single ghost manage the Keep!! No wonder that conniving prick of a hybrid was able to walk right into the throne room and free him without trouble.  He pinches his brow and takes a deep breath. Pariah tries not to let it get to him, he can't, no matter how agitated his core is to see his beloved garden in such a state. No amount of rage will fix the problem. It's all going to rely on his own hard work, is all– it’s not like he has minions or underlings or even servants to command anymore. He'll just need to work over time to achieve his goals. Just like he did before he had the Crown.

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC!!! GOOD EVENING!!!!!! im thinking soo hard abt interesting fairytale things rn but also. i would LOVE to hear abt ur danny phantom thing?(images aren't loading for me but i think? graphic novel? normal novel?? 👀) ??????!!!! i'm peripherally interested in dp on the basis that my beloved mutual (u) is into it & im!!!! curious!!!! whys it so good!!!! tell me!! free infodump card for u 👀👀👀

THIS ASK IS A MISTAKE. BEWARE. FUCK. DUDE I COULD TALK ABOUT DANNY PHANTOM FOR SO LONG IM NOT EVEN KIDDING IVE GOT . NEARLY 20 YEARS WORTH OF LOVE FOR THIS SHOW. I AM 23 YESRS OLD. THATS HOW SERIOUS I AM . IM.*THE* DANNY PHANTOM GUY THERES A REASON ALL OF MY USERNAMES ARE DP REFERENCES. ohhhh my god. where do i even fucking start. i guess ill start with agit but im still so overwhelmed with love that i have not fully processed yet so prepare for this to be a total fucking mess of words

so. the show ended in.. 2007. and. god the last episode sucks so fucking bad. bad enough that the fandom as a whole collectively agrees it does not exist it never happened . phantom planet isnt real phantom planet cant hurt you if you dont look at it or think about it ever. i could go on a whole. rant about how much phantom planet sucks but instead ill just say butch hartman (<< creator of the show) is a fucking. annoying awful person and he was greedy + wanted more money from nickelodeon than they were willing to give him so they gave him a hard limit on episodes before the shoe would be canceled. so. season 3 goes downhill SO fast and ends with the fucking disaster that is phantom planet . and !!! you know how disappointing it is to have your facorite show have a garbage ending!! it sucks!! so then there was like. a HUGE HUGE long silence where there was. 0 canon content bc hartman considered it a flop and kind of just. abandoned it until he wanted clout (there were a few gameboy games that came out after the show ended + some nickelodeon games that included danny as a character + butch made a youtube channel where he would spout absolute death of the author garbage about the show every time he wanted attention but it was mostly dead silence) UNTIL. AGIT. A GLITCH IN TIME IS THE FIRST CANON SHOW COMPLIANT CONTENT THAT HAS BEEN RELEASED SINCE 200 GODDAMN 7. FUCK . and not only is it canon compliant it is ALSO A CONTINUATION OF MY FAVORITE EPISODE IN THE WHOLE SERIES.

so. my favorite episode. is ultimate enemy. it was one of the 4 movie-length episodes and the basic premise is. danny uses his ghodt powers to cheat on a huge standardized test and this sets off a butterfly effect reaction that leads to a timeline where his family + friends get killed in an explosion and he loses his mind and turns into the worlds most powerful villain <3 you can see why i like it so much im sure (<< guy who has a documented chronic weakness for stories where a good guy turns bad etc)

SO AT THE END OF THE EPISODE. Dan (the evil future danny) is trapped and locked away forever . but at the end of the ep theres a scene that hints to a possible future episode where he escapes !!!! so there was always a teased sequel but this sequel was never created due to aforementioned. budget issues and cancellation. etc. buggest disappointment of my life. UNTIL AGIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

it was released. july of this year . and i am just reading it now bc its been burning a hole in my bedside table bc it never felt like the right time to read it until this morning for some reason. and fuck its so good its literally everything i wanted.

i dont know how involved butch hartman was in the creation of it but the author (gabriela epstein) is obviously someone who cares deeply about the show and the characters and im so fucking happy about it she did an incredible job. i literally had to pause a handful of times in the first few pages just because the characters and dialogue were written so well and it was like SUCH a breath of fresh air (the fandom is. so bad. its so bad. because its been around for so long people have such insane warped takes on a lot of the characters and its become completely unbearable to me ive had to block the tag and its so painful. this is literally the only reason i am not reblogging dp content constantly. i have to filter it through artists i know can handle the characters properly. if i was not nerfed by the awful fandom it would be 24/7/365 dp lockdown and id be so unbearable) OH ALSO not only is agit a continuation of my alltime favorite episode, it also retcons the garbage pile that is phantom planet in a way that acknowledges that it was a real thing that happened but going back on it in a way that feels so so so so natural for the show. so it wasnt a throwaway "no that was bad lets forget about it" it was a well crafted well thought out "this was real and it sucked and the characters remember it BUT we can play with timeline so things will continue as normal" and . holy shit it was so fucking good. i will begrudgingly acknowledge phantom planets existence if only for agit.

uhhhhhhhh fuck this is so long and i am running our of directed steam so if i keep talking i will just start rambling about the intricacies and holy shit dude i could literally talk about danny phantom for hours and hours and hours and hours if theres anything else u want to know i am the guy . i am the guy forever

[quirkless-accident]

I hope this prompt is alright. What if Nezu got captured by the GiW again by some weird stroke of dumb luck and that's where Nezu meets Phantom.

Nezu is the smartest being on the planet. His instincts alone are something to be reckoned with, and they lead him to making decisions he sometimes won't have an answer to.

It's why he allows himself to be captured once more by the humans.

He's got a tracker on him, of course, and a note left on his desk for when his employees ultimately learn of his capture. But he needs time to figure out why his subconscious is bringing him back to the place that decorates his nightmares. The place that had cut him open, and had poked and prodded. The place that had given him his gnarly looking scar.

They go by a different name now, of course. But it's the same people, though a little older. The same white halls stained with blood and whatever that green stuff was. The same pokers and prodders and malicious smiles as the scalpel digs in deep.

He doesn't fight when they place him in a cell much to big for him. There's nothing but a vent and a cut out where a window obviously used to be, near the ceiling so he couldn't actually look through it.

But despite the fact that he couldn't see through the window on the wall, he could certainly hear. He heard the labored breathing, the slower than average heartbeat, and the small grunts of pain as whoever was in there shuffled around.

And Nezu knew then, deep down, that whoever was on the other side of that wall was the reason he was there.

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The experiments come and go as to be expected. They hurt, but he takes every chance he gets to memorize the hallways and the structure. Names and faces, and the snippets of conversation he overhears as he passes by. He goes calmly and quietly, too focused on information gathering to really care about whatever pain he was about to be inflicted with.

Not that he enjoyed it. Quite the contrary, really. He could feel his animal instincts telling him to rip out their throats with his teeth any given time he saw them. But he was far more dignified than that. Besides, he couldn't let his own anger distract him from the mission at hand.

Because while he was quiet and compliant, his neighbor most certainly wasn't.

The door to his cell had a small, rectangular window. A sliver of a thing, but every time the boy (the boy, goodness he was just a child) passed, he was fighting tooth and nail. Determination and conviction bled into every movement he made, though he wasn't able to outright speak due to the muzzle clamped over his face.

The bad days were when he was silent. Those days meant he was unconscious, and possibly on the verge of death. They dragged him through the hall and into the cell, letting him drop to the floor in a lifeless heap.

And in a few hours, Nezu decided, it would be time.

After all, his staff was probably on their way right that second.

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Danny is having a hard time.

The experiments are terrible, especially in the beginning, but he thought he had gotten over his hallucinations stage. He doesn't remember the agents pumping him full of beta drugs this time around, so maybe he's just going crazy.

Because he's pretty sure strange animals in once-pristine suits weren't meant supposed to be climbing through the hole where a window used to be. The agents had to remove it on Danny's first day when he accidentally broke it with a fraction of his Wail, before they could properly muzzle him. It had been his last little victory.

He forces himself to sit up, which is a daunting task since he's got his hands cuffed behind his back. But he manages, despite the pain in every part of his body.

The animal, small and white, with beady eyes and sharp teeth, looks at him kindly, with his hands clasped behind his back. He's got a nasty scar over one eye, and bandages haphazardly wrapped around his arms from the experiments.

Danny wants to ask who he is, and why he's here, but just the thought of speaking reminds him of the ache in his jaw he's had since the first day, when they forced the muzzle onto his face. So instead, he raises an eyebrow. The animal steps forward.

"Hello!" He says, far too cheery for their situation. "My name is Nezu. I'm the principle of U.A."

Danny can't help the surprise on his face, and judging by Nezu's small chuckles, he gets this far too often.

"My quirk, High Specs, grants me an intelligence far beyond any human level. It also enhances by natural animal instincts, which have in turn led me here to you. My staff is currently en route to our position to help rescue us, so no need to fear any longer."

Nezu comes forward until he's within reach of Danny. He holds out his paws, eyes flicking between Danny and the muzzle. The boy gives him a small nod, and Nezu gets to work.

it takes some finagling, and a lot more patience than Danny would ever have, but he eventually gets the muzzle off. Danny opens his jaw a few times, and it pops uncomfortably at the sensation.

"Thank you," he says. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he's unable to speak above a small whisper. Nezu just gives him a kind smile before going behind Danny to try and get the cuffs off of him.

When he's about half way through, Danny picks up the sounds of fighting outside. He looks to Nezu, who is absently humming as he works, not at all trying to drown out the screams of pain that come from the agents right outside the door.

After a few more minutes, and a moment of tense silence, there's a loud bang from the cell Nezu had previously occupied.

"In here!" He calls out cheerily. "Do be careful, please, I'm not the only one in here!"

The next door doesn't open with a bang like the other, but with careful, meticulous movements. Eventually the door swings open, revealing a hobo of a man who scans the room with careful eyes.

"Ah! Aizawa, perfect timing! May I borrow your lockpicks? I'm afraid I can't finish the job here without them."

The man, Aizawa, just nods. He passes them over with nothing but a sigh, and in a few short seconds, Danny's hands are free. His arms swing around to their natural position almost painfully. He hasn't had this much mobility in his arms in weeks. Fuck, maybe even months.

"Thanks," he says. It makes his throat uncomfortably itchy, but he needs to get it out before he passes out. His body is weak from the experiments and abuse, and he knows that no matter how much he wants to, he can barely stand.

Aizawa takes it in stride, though. He gives Danny a kind look. Far kinder than he ever imagines the man usually making, before carefully scooping Danny up in his arms.

"What's your name, kid?" He asks. His voice is deep and gruff like he gargles nails every morning for fun.

"Danny," he mumbles out. Aizawa just hums in response as he carefully steps over the unconscious bodies of the agents that had been hurting him for so long.

Eventually they meet up with a few other people. These ones Danny recognizes. Present Mic is there, and so is Snipe. He thinks he sees Midnight in the corner speaking with Cementoss, but he can't be super sure. As they talk, the rumble of Aizawa's voice starts to lull him into sleep. Which, all things considered, isn't a very hard thing to do.

"I know you're tired kid," Aizawa says, gently jostling the boy. Danny's eyes flutter open. "I need you to try and stay awake for me, okay?"

"'m tired," Danny says.

"I know, I'm sorry Danny. Why don't you tell me about something you like."

"Space," Danny answers. "Heroes too, I guess."

"Oh? Who's your favorite? It's not All Might, is it?"

If Danny were a bit more lucid, he'd probably snort at the attempt of a joke. But he's not, so instead he shakes his head as much as he can before answering.

"Thirteen," he says. "Rescue. Space. Nice, 'n stuff."

"They're really cool," Aizawa agrees. There's a creak of metal, and suddenly the lights are gone. Danny blinks blearily up at the night sky, trying to process the fact that he's outside. It's been months since he's been able to breath fresh air. Aizawa's grip on him tightens ever so slightly. "If we're lucky you might be able to meet them."

"I will personally see to it that they come and visit you, Danny," Nezu says cheerily. "I think you two would get along wonderfully."

Danny just hums, and even though Aizawa gently jostles him again, he can't help but let his eyes close.

He's safe. He's never met Aizawa before this, but he just knows instinctively that he's here to help. He's holding Danny, and he has no plans of letting go. No plans of letting anything else hurt him. Here, in the hero's arms, he falls into the first comfortable sleep he's had since his capture.

Aizawa, realizing he won't be able to wake Danny up again, turns his head to Nezu.

"How did you know he was here?" He asks. His voice is soft, and he spares a glance at the teenager limp in his arms.

"I didn't. I just knew I had to be back here."

"Back?" Aizawa questions with a raised eyebrow. And at Nezu's pointed silence, he comes to understand. "Ah."

"Ah, indeed, Aizawa. I had no idea I would find him, but, well, instincts are a funny thing, I suppose."

"What's going to happen to him?"

"If he has a family that's safe to go back to, then he'll go with them. If not, well, I wouldn't mind having a personal student. He certainly seems determined enough. Even if heroics isn't his passion, I would love to teach him."

Nezu chuckles at the way Aizawa pales.

Eventually they hand Danny off to the ambulance, and they all give their statements. When everything is said and done, and all of the officers are gone, Nezu turns to his staff and bows.

"Thank you for your help and understanding," he says. "Because of your quick actions, we were able to save him in a timely manner. Now, go rest. We still have school tomorrow, after all."

There's a grumble of 'yes, Principal,' before everyone goes their own way.

Nezu, however does not head his own advice.

After all, he's got a neighbor in the hospital he needs to visit.

[goodfish-bowl]

Too Dead for This

Ectoberhaunt Day 24: Past

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Summary: Things go sharply south after the "Disater-oid" incident. With the entire world being familiar with his face, and the GIW after him, Danny has been on the run for years. But after seven years, Danny stops running, and fights back. He dies for the second time that night. Danny Fenton wakes up in the body of his 14-year-old self, the day after the Accident.

Warnings: Violence in Self Defense, Phantom Planet compliant, Major Character Death

Words: 4381

Notes: Based on this au by @wheatsheep on expect I play more hurt the Danno for now. Perhaps. I've seen to have dug myself into a long-fic hole, so it's not going to be hurt the boy the entire time.

@ectoberhaunt

Danny knew he had awful luck; it was a proven fact. After the whole “Disater-oid” incident, keeping with the media trend of terrible names, he thought he might finally catch a break. Sure, his identity was out to the entire planet, and his face plastered all over every news outlet internationally, but they’d give him a break, right? Vlad wasn’t… around anymore, and the ghosts were actually leaving him alone to recuperate in their own way. He’d managed to save an entire planet, he needed to rest after pulling that off. He felt he deserved that much, at least. It’s not like they were building statues in his honor or anything. Sure, his parents were avoiding him (Jazz said they needed time to adjust), and no one on the news seemed to know how to react to the fact that ghosts were real, one had saved the earth, and said ghost was also a 15-year-old boy from Illinois.

But then there were news reporters seconds away from breaking into his house, and Danny actually had to stop one from trying to climb through his window. Sometimes he’d let one ask him a question from his window, or floating above them as Phantom, just to offer a few crumbs before they started making stuff up about him just to get something out there. He didn’t want another Inviso-Bill situation, especially internationally, and he had at least learned it was better to have a hand in the narrative than let it run wild without him. So no, he wasn’t getting much rest.

Sam and Tucker were also in their own form of social lockdown, which both of them took far more advantage of than he did. Tucker used it to score brownie points, and also got to talk to some big names in tech. Sam used the publicity to push her various causes and had developed an internet cult following overnight. Valerie took to it worse than he did, especially since she had developed a tendency to growl at the reporters if they tried to bother her at work, and nearly broke some tech-guy’s hand when he pushed too hard about her suit, leaving him little time to talk with them himself. The Nasty Burger was doing surprisingly well the past few days at least.

His parents decided to approach him sometime on day three. In short, it was awkward and uncomfortable, and Danny was infinitely thankful for Jazz’s ability to play interference. Danny had ended up spending most of that night trying to explain to his very confused parents that he really wasn’t possessed, hadn’t taken place of their son, did not have any evil influence affecting his every waking moment due to being a ghost, he had actually wanted to do the things he did (mostly), and clearing up any other miscellaneous misconceptions that came up. Jazz was probably the only reason it didn’t devolve into shouting or Danny getting jumped by his own parents and dragged into the lab. He just hoped some of it stuck with them, so he wouldn’t have to explain it again. The hardest part was when his parents asked if he had really died. That of course wasn’t something he really wanted to go over, but he told them all he could about the day in the lab. It seemed to pain them as much as it did him to go over it.

By day four, Danny was sure he could actually start to catch a break. His parents were talking to him (mostly ghost questions), and the news reporters had all miraculously disappeared sometimes late the night before. But he also hadn’t heard much from any of his friends either, just a partially concerned call from Mr. Lancer who wanted to talk to him about accommodations and making up schoolwork over the summer, tacked on to a ‘thank you for saving the world’ and an offer to talk whenever he needed it. Which was nice, but Danny wasn’t so sure Mr. Lancer was equipped to handle even half of his problems, even if he did appreciate the gesture.

Then, that afternoon, it all went to shit. The GIW rolled up to his house and demanded his parents hand him over to their custody. They cited the Anti-Ecto Acts and everything, and suddenly the lack of reporters made sense. The news reported had been chased off by the government. They didn’t want the public to know that they were going after his head. His parents confronted them, while Danny watched from the window. The answer was a resounding ‘no,’ and the GIW didn’t take it well.

Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Jazz had planned if things ever went south, but most of that plan depended on all of them being available. None of them except Jazz now were, but he had to make do. So, he took off, without the money from Sam or way to get in contact from Tucker. Jazz provided the cover and distraction for him to sneak through the perimeter the GIW had set up around his house. It was a close thing, and Danny had to stay human to keep him from pinging on their equipment, along with limited power use. It didn’t help that he was still exhausted, but he had no choice. He had to leave.

And so, Danny fled, and kept running. The entire world knew his face, so he couldn’t find any reprieve either. The GIW’s newest slander campaign was doing its damnest to make him a villain, and while that wasn’t very successful, everyone knew he was on the run. The news fought back, and there had been a reporter near his house anyways and had managed to catch part of the confrontation. He became more intensely nocturnal to avoid people, sleeping in empty hotel rooms during the day, and sneaking around at night. He stole food he needed during the night as well, but only from places he knew wouldn’t miss it. He could get into libraries and cafés to send out an email to Sam, Tucker and Jazz, but those messages were few and far between, and he was never able to get a message back.

The GIW were always on his tail, in some sort of twisted game of cat and mouse. They followed him all across the country, from the big cities to the boonies. Anytime he transformed, he knew he set off their alarms, and his only hope was leave faster than they could get to him. He couldn’t not transform either, he was still recognizable, and someone ended up tipping them off after a time anyway. He didn’t dare return to Amity or anywhere near there. It was too dangerous to both him and those he cared about. It was better to be constantly on the move.

Danny did get his few moments of rest. There was a nice couple in New York who hid him for a while, though he only suspected they did it due to their lost nephew. He also found his way to Aunt Alicia in Spittoon and had managed to hole up there for a good couple month. The people there were protective of their own, and when the GIW came knocking, they fought tooth and nail to buy him time to escape. There were less GIW agents after that. Another small town in Oregon had the GIW chasing their own tail more often not, until some of the locals decided he was too suspicious and chased him out themselves.

Danny fled to Canada for a while, and honestly should’ve stayed there. But it was harder to survive on the move since he didn’t know how to get food in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, even if it was the best hiding spot he found. He would have to venture into a settlement of some kind eventually. He had considered going more abroad to hide, where the US government couldn’t both him, but he didn’t think he could make it over the ocean on his own and didn’t feel like hiding in a place so close to people such as a plane or a boat for an extended period of time longer than an hour. It was too risky.

As for the ghosts, Danny would find one every now and again. He didn’t fight them, and they didn’t try to start anything with him. These encounters were brief, mostly to exchange news since the ghosts didn’t want to associate with him either. Danny never really did check the news himself anyway. His mental state was fragile enough without hearing the GIW blasting ads about what an awful being he was.

It was… lonely, especially once Danny found the rhythm to moving around and his days shifted from intensely stressful to more monotonous. He was too recognizable to be anonymous, and with the GIW chasing after him, no one wanted to get caught in the cross-fire, no matter who he was and what he had done. It had been years since he had seen his friends, only sending the occasional email when he could, and even then, those had become less detail oriented, more like personal journal entries. He wondered if there was anyone other than the GIW still looking for him. It had started to feel like his only hope was to just keep moving until the GIW eventually gave up.

But by year five, it didn’t seem likely, and the GIW were getting closer to catching him every time Danny took a chance or didn’t get out soon enough. They’re weapons were getting better, while they agents themselves got more skilled. But Danny had gotten a lot stronger himself, now that he was an adult. His powers were off the charts, at least he thought so. He hadn’t checked in so long, he no longer had a full bearing on what he was capable of. But he did get really good at hiding and using his powers while in human form. Danny was pretty sure he could completely hide his ectosignature if he needed to at this point.

Danny had just turned twenty-two when it all went further downhill. The slander campaign reached a peak, and now normal humans were gunning for his head, with the media finally backing off of his defense for some reason. He had been camping out in the woods for the day, sleeping far too high in a tree. Someone had spotted him, and the GIW swarmed that small town like nothing else he had even seen. They had new weapons. Ones that looked distinctly FentonWorks in design. They hurt, in more ways than one. Two agents found his tree and shot at him before he could fully wake up.

“Where did you get those?” Danny spat.

The agent snarled, “what? You didn’t think your parents would sell you out, freak? I was honestly surprised it took this long for them to crack, those failures of ectoscientists.”

“What did you do?” Danny hissed, his unused powers boiling under his skin, begging to bet let out.

The other agent laughed at him. “Got rid of those fools years ago! It only took us so long to get our hands on their tech because they tried damn hard to hide their more interesting inventions from us. They tried to protect you, even in death. How pathetic.”

Danny stopped running at that point. After seven years of it, he was tired, and decided in that moment, he had given up on waiting it out. No. His parents were gone, and he had no idea if his sister and friends were okay either. He halted in his tracks and snapped around, switching his tune completely. He was tired of being hunted; it was time to try to opposite to see if that worked instead. Those two agents never left the forest that day.

Cat and mouse became a different game. Danny would wage guerrilla warfare on the GIW, while they, in-turn, hunted him endlessly. Neither of them would relent, and neither would leave that small town as long as the other was there. So that small town in North Dakota became a battle ground. He should’ve felt bad about hurting the GIW, they were just human after all, but after all those years living in fear, Danny didn’t hesitate to strike down an agent. It was a ‘them or him’ situation. And they had killed his parents. It was a clear-cut decision from his perspective.

After so long without being on the offensive, Danny felt like the ectoblasts were burning through his hand, along with whatever he had managed to hit. They were much stronger than he remembered, and his ice came out more freely than it ever had before, but was that much more difficult to reign in. Between his lack of control and the GIW general indifference to collateral damage. That small town somewhere in North Dakota was nearly leveled in the process. He did feel bad about displacing the people that had lived there and hoped somewhere in the back of his head that they had all managed to get out safely.

But Danny could only keep up so long. There was one of him, and hundreds of them. They had managed to get more than a few lucky shots. Danny was littered with holes that burned, and it sapped his strength. But he ground his teeth and pushed through it. Then, it was no longer about survival; he wasn’t going to last much longer either way. He wasn’t going to get to finish growing up, or any of that. He knew what lied ahead of him. Danny was going to take those bastards with him on his way to hell.

Danny stood in the middle of the carnage, right out in the open. He let them fire first, but then unleashed carnage. His wail ripped from his throat, decimating what little infrastructure was left, full of grief and rage. He fired blasts after blast and encased the entire town in an early winter. He fought tooth and nail, hitting with as much strength as he could muster, tanking more hits than he blocked or dodged. He could almost see how Dan had taken comfort in the absolutely violence he wrought. But this was difference than mindless slaughter, he was more of a cornered animal than predator. He only stopped when the agents did, deep into the night. They didn’t come back with reinforcements in another wave, if they even had any left in this this horrible, small town in the middle of nowhere.

Danny collapsed, felt himself switch back, and bleed out in the middle of it all. At least he could see the stars, even if he would never reach.

   Danny awoke with a choked gasp, clutching the sheets and whipping his head around wildly, confusion fogging up his mind. His entire body ached and burned, and his grip on his powers was slippery at best.

Danny awoke in a bed, a familiar one, and that was the first thing he noticed that was wrong. He was in a room, his room, that he hadn’t seen in years. All of his models and posters perfectly in place, just as he remembered, even the ones that had suffered since he had gotten his powers. But his room didn’t have the small stains that at had built up on the carpet from when he would sit on the ground to patch himself up. His sheets were untouched by small burns from ectoblasts set off by nightmares. It was like nothing bad had ever happened, but Danny could feel his powers, dancing in an uncertain flux under his skin. They hadn’t been this unstable since he had first gotten them.

As Danny shook the sleep from his head, the scenery didn’t change, and neither did his memories of the past seven years. It was distinctively not a dream, but here he was, in his own room, after what he knew had been his second meeting with death. Danny climbed out of his bed, and immediately wobbled on his feet. He should be taller than this, and the sudden height change threw him for a loop. He stumbled and wavered on his now too-short legs out of his room, across the hall, and practically crashed into the door of the bathroom when his intangibility refused to cooperate.

The face staring back at him was his own, but not the one Danny had come to know. This one was still padded by baby fat, eyes wide, flesh unscarred by anything other than the bright red Lichtenburg shooting up from the collar or his pajamas. It was seven years too young to be the face he had come to know as his own. Danny swayed and crashed to the bathroom floor. There was a shout from someone else in house. He was fourteen again, just after the accident that had taken his life from him. The past seven years were gone. Danny shuffled himself over the toilet and hurled.

The door opened and he was embraced. Danny stiffened and looked over his shoulder to see bright red hair and teal eyes he hadn’t seen since he had left. Jazz gave him a worried look.

“Danny? Are you okay? You don’t have to go to school if you don’t feel up to it. I’m sure we can convince mom and dad to call you in sick, especially after what happened yesterday. You need the rest, even if it is your first day of high school.”

“Jazz,” Danny whined, his eyes filling with tears. He sunk further into her embrace.

“Oh, Danny…” Jazz said gently, embracing him tightly.

Danny let himself cry and be led back into his room and back into his bed, taking any comfort he could get. Jazz planted a small kiss on his brow before giving him another soft, worried smile.

“I’ll talk to mom and dad. You just focus on getting better, okay?”

Danny nodded, tears blurring his vision as he watched Jazz walk away and out of his room, shutting the door gently behind him. As soon as the lock clicked, he broke down, choking on his own sobs so that no one would hear. He hadn’t cried in years, there had been no time, but now his jumbled mind couldn’t think of anything else to do. His eyes flares with his surge in emotions and he screwed them shut. He was all they way back at the beginning of everything, but a day too late to stop it all. He was already dead, but still too weak and unsteady to be of any use. Was this even a second chance? He could be hallucinating it all, or it could be some sort of twisted joke.

Danny took a deep breath to prevent himself from hyperventilating and grounded himself by focusing on the near-silent hum of his core. It was hard to pick out, which helped him focus in its own way. Last time, he hadn’t noticed until he was already on the run, but now he could feel his core steadily forming and solidifying in his chest after being used to a fully-developed one for so long. This one was still too fresh and fragile, smaller than he was used to. Danny curled up on himself and made a keening noise his throat wasn’t yet equipped to make.

Danny let the exhaustion sink deeper into his bones, which ached, and he fell into an unsteady sleep.

    Danny awoke to the unfamiliar sound of a cell phone. It had been ringing for the past several minutes, forcefully dragging him from his slumber. It took his mind a couple second to catch up to his current situation. It had been hours since he had fallen asleep, apparently, now early afternoon instead of morning. He grabbed the distantly familiar device and struggled to remember his passcode, before figuring it out after a minute of trial and error.

His cell was full of messages from both Sam and Tucker throughout the day, asking him where he was. Danny noticed the messages seemed to get more worried as the day went on. It made sense that they’d be concerned. He had died yesterday, after all. He responded simply and truthfully, with the fact that he’d been allowed to stay home and had been asleep. Their responses were immediate, asking if he was okay and if they could come over.

At the thought of seeing Sam and Tucker, Danny froze. Jazz hadn’t picked up anything different with him, and Danny hadn’t really been acting his (mental) age, but it was possible that either of them could pick up the sudden change. Sam had always been an extremely critical person, and Tucker had known his for so long he new every last one of Danny’s quirks, which had drastically changed over the past seven years. He could be spotted immediately.

Danny could always just tell them. It would be better than lying and pretending, but he wasn’t sure if they’d believe him. They weren’t the same Sam and Tucker he knew, not really. These ones didn’t have the experiences his did. No ghost fights, no possessions, no time travel. They had yet to go through the rough experiences that would follow in the next two years. He wasn’t even sure if he should drag them into all of this ghost business again, but he knew them better than that. They already knew he was a ghost; he wouldn’t be able to stop them from at least helping out.

Danny sent a text back out to the two that he was still really tired and wanted to continue resting. He was fine. It was a lie, but it would be a small one. It was a lie to buy time. Danny went and dragged himself out of bed, and stretched out his hands, trying to get used to them again. The dissonance was still there, but nearly as bad as it had been that morning. It was worse when he overshadowed someone.

Danny’s desk wasn’t the absolute mess it always became during the school season, so it was pretty easy to find a composition book that had been bought for the upcoming term. It gave it a nondescript title, ‘Future Plans.’ It took him hours, and his hand cramped up more often than not, probably from the nerve damage his ghost half had yet to fully repair, and not from no writing anything in years like his mind suppled, even if holding a pen felt foreign to him.

Danny wrote it all down, messily scribbled down in Esperanto. He jotted down everything he could remember, starting from his accident and continuing on over the years, but mostly just until he left. He wrote down what he felt were the causes of certain things in retrospect, and some events he hadn’t known about until long after they happened. He didn’t want to forget anything, or struggle to recall anything in the heat of the moment. If he could stop the worst of it all from happening, then he would consider it a resounding victory.

Danny’s pen stopped in the middle of a phrase. He knew better than to meddle, didn’t he? He had messed with the past before and he knew exactly where they would get him. He wanted things to change, all of the stuff from this point forward, other than certain things he needed to happen, he wanted to alter, but should he?

Danny set the pen down and tried to rub the pain out of his hand, only cramping it further. He let out a low groan. If his parents weren’t in the lab, he could’ve tried to get to Clockwork. He had to know about what was going on and could even be the reason Danny had ‘Returned to Go’ in the first place. But with the portal being newly opened, his parents would be holed up in there for the next week, just like last time.

That brought it into question on if he could even handle the Ghost Zone at this point. He had no control over his own powers, and his core was underdeveloped. It would probably help him stabilize to be in such an ectoplasm-saturated environment, but people would notice is he was gone, especially if he didn’t have anyone to cover for him. No, he couldn’t go to the Long Now yet, but that didn’t write off going into the Ghost Zone in general.

Danny went back to writing, finishing up what had to be the story of what had been the first two years of his life as a ghost in messy, Esperanto-shorthand. It was completely indecipherable to anyone else. Perfect. Danny flipped the book to the back, then upside down, and began again. This time, constantly referencing what he had already written in the first three-quarters of the notebook, Danny started making plans to counter the big bad events and possibly turn things in his favor, sorting events into preventable, unpreventable, and need-to-happen. This time, he had the advantage of information and experience, something he sorely lacked the first time around. He needed to make sure he put them both to good use, both to make some of his battles easier, and to possibly prevent them altogether. He had about a month before the first thing he wanted to change occurred, so that was what he dedicated most of his time to, ironing out all the details he could. It would be great if he could pull this off without getting slammed through a few walls.

Danny had about a month before the larger ghosts started coming through, and about two weeks before the smaller ones learned of the portal’s existence. He had a few good weeks to get his powers under control, now that he knew what he should be capable of. Danny wondered if he could change the time frame and get stronger faster. He would need to be stronger, and more cautious than before.

Danny had a month before Sam inevitably decided to change the school’s menu, and the Lunch Lady appeared in retaliation. He just hoped he would be ready in time.

[trinoxtrinox]

Talk about it, let it all out

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Despair.

Summary: Many ghosts believe that Pandora's job as the Ancient of Hope entails battles against enemies and outside forces, but they often forget that hope also comes for those who's worst enemies are themselves, and that despair can be overcome with a conversation as well.

Content Warning: Vlad here has depression, and I'm not making it subtle at all, so be warned of that, there's a bit of death mentioned as well. Also this is Phantom Planet Compliant, make with that what you will XD

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Many ghosts don’t know how she does it, or how she managed to gain such a position in the first place, but the role Pandora takes as the Ancient of Hope is one that everyone in the Infinite Realms can agree is beneficial to ghostkind as a whole. Many think her role takes shape in fighting off the different threats that the Zone faces, others believe it takes the shape of her box, and her conviction on keeping all evil inside of it contained, at the same time as she goes around collecting new evils inside it, and some even think it boils down to being the embodiment of hope in the minds of every living and dead being in existence. None of these are wrong technically, since those are all some of the assignments she does whenever she is needed the most, however that’s not the crux of her existence, that is another thing, one job she does more often than anything else, one she’s going to do right now.

“Who are you?” a lonesome figure asked, sitting on a floating rock in the infinite expanse of outer space, body thin enough that some bones could be seen behind his still pristine white suit.

“My name is Pandora, and you are but a husk of who you used to be,” she replied, floating closer to him and sitting next to him on said rock, putting all of her hands on her lap.

“*huff* Thanks for stating the obvious.” Vlad let himself lie on his back, occupying half of the ‘island’, “Have you come here just to mock me? Then mock away, not like there’s much more to do.”

“No Vlad, I haven’t come here to mock you when you’re down.”

“Then go away-” Plasmius raised an arm and began shooing away the ancient, “-I want to be alone.”

“No I won’t.”

“Fine, then let me stew in misery then.” he rolled around and curled himself, letting his back face Pandora.

“No I won’t.”

“Whatever.”

“Vlad Plasmius, I came here for another reason.”

“I don’t care.”

“I came here because you’re in dire need of my help.”

“Don’t want it.”

“You don’t have a choice in the matter, you need my help.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Why do you want to be alone so much Vlad Plasmius?” Pandora tilted her head while asking.

“To stew in my misery.” Even though it was but a whisper, the hollowness in those words could be heard very clearly.

“Why do you want to do so?” She insisted, and the only reply she got was an undistinguishable grumble from the other ghost. “Could you repeat that? I didn’t hear it.”

“‘Cause…” he once again grumbled the rest of the answer, not letting it be heard by anyone else.

“I couldn’t hear it again, would you mind repeating yourself?”

“Oh butter biscuits, because I deserve it alright!?” Vlad shouted as he sat himself and looked directly in her eyes. “I deserve this, I pushed everyone away, my only friend left me here abandoned, I ruined the only questionably positive relationship I had in my life, I ruined away the only person who could understand me, I lusted too much for a woman that clearly didn’t want anything with me, I hated everyone around me and everyone around me hated me in turn and *sniff* and *sniff*...” tear began forming in his face, he tried to wipe them, but they kept coming, and he simply chose to bury it in his hands. “And now I’m not even a halfa anymore *sniff*.”

“Come here.” Pandora said with a motherly voice, opening her arms in an invitation for a hug, and with no other prompt needed Vlad tackled her, accepting it. Pandora obviously didn’t falter, she barely felt the tackle actually, but she let herself stumble a bit regardless. “That’s right, cry it all out.”

“It’s just *sniff* why was I *sniff* so stupid! *sniff*” Plasmius buried his face in her clothes, “Why can’t I do anything right?”

A few minutes passed like that, with Vlad crying his woes out as he cursed himself for his foolishness and evildoings, until eventually he managed to dry himself out and he separated himself from Pandora, now floating catatonic by her side.

“Come with me now Vlad,” Pandora extended her hand, letting the now full ghost decide what to do for himself, “Let me help you find a new future.”

[impyssadobsessions]

Fic List of 2021

I saw people do this.. just now occurred maybe I should LOL Though I just be listing the fics I've done in the last year. I've just started writing Fan Fiction again last year. I use to years ago on FF.NET. Now I'm doing it on AO3 Only listing DP and DPX ones. ...which just excludes my harry potter ones. LOL ignore dem

Oneshots: Now or Never Teen And Up Audiences Major Character Death Gen Complete Work 02 Dec 2021* Actually was first posted in November but I updated it with Artwork. Words: 2,362 Chapters: 1/1

Tags: Major Character Death, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Clockwork (Danny Phantom) somewhat suicide, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Good Sibling Jazz Fenton, Immortal Danny Fenton, Half-Ghost Jazz Fenton, Near Death Experiences Jazz realizes Danny hasn't aged since the accident, and never will. So she does something unthinkable to make sure her baby brother doesn't have to be alone.

It may trigger those sensitive to topics about death and suicide, due to the way it was written.

Edit: Added Sketch. Story hasn't changed. Just added a pic I meant to do for a while and never finished.

Series

Part 1 of Halfa Jazz --owo (I loved Writing Jazz in this Halfa series~)

Why? Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Gen Complete Work 18 Nov 2021 Words: 2,284 Chapters: 1/1

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton

Good Sibling Jazz Fenton, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Immortal Danny Fenton, Half-Ghost Jazz Fenton

Its been 5 years since Jazz purposely became a Half-ghost. Danny still doesn't understand why. It makes no sense to him.

So he finally asks: Why?

This lightly mentions/implies suicide and death. Spin off from my other oneshot Now or Never.

Series

Part 2 of Halfa Jazz ---owo Happy Now? General Audiences Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Gen Complete Work 18 Oct 2021 Words: 633 Chapters: 1/1

Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, Danny Phantom , Maddie Fenton Angst, Unhappy Ending, Hurt, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Minor Character Death

Vlad succeeds in his plans, or did he? Danny speaking his mind. (This was the first thing I wrote for this Fandom LOL) ---------------------------- Crossovers: Vacation Crashers Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Gen Work in Progress 05 Jan 2022* Recent update as of now. I'm already working on next chapter.

Words: 32,018 Chapters: 10/? Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Jazz Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Vlad Masters, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Good Sibling Jazz Fenton, Batfamily (DCU), Batdad, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Smart Danny Fenton

Batman crashes in the wilderness following up a lead in a recent case.

Meanwhile the Fenton family was having a camping trip to celebrate Jazz's last year as a "kid", but considering who suggested the location, it spelt disaster.

Now Danny and Jazz have to survive an onslaught of ghosts, take care of an injured Batman, and while worrying about their parents. (This one had gotten so big, and I'm having so much fun with it. Hopefully I can finish it~ I loved all the comments I've gotten. <3 ) ----owo Impromptu Camping Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Gen Complete Work 13 Nov 2021 Words: 3,433 Chapters: 1/1

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Vlad Masters Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom)

Thanks to the suggestion from dear Ol' Uncle Vlad, the Fenton family decided to go on a camping trip. One last big family trip before Jazz is off to college. What could go wrong?

Considering who suggested the idea in the first place? Everything.

OneShot.

BASICALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER OF VACATION CRASHERS- just unedited LOL But if anyone was curious. I didn't feel like removing it in case people were curious how things change.

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Timekeeper's assistants AU

Alright y'all! This is gonna be my info dump post for the Timekeepers assistant Au- buckle up cause it's gonna be a long one!

Inspired by @queendibz post here

The entire purpose of the assistant squad is to keep all the time lines running smoothly- this can range from stopping a world ending event to making sure things misplaced by natural ghost portals get put back into the right time and place.

So First up on the crew list,

Dan:

-Dan definitely isn't a homicidal maniac anymore but he's not 100 percent "redeemed" either.

-I mean he's probably still a bit of sadist but he tries not to be?

-The best description I can give is that he's in recovery, basically.

-So, Clockwork knew that Dan would eventually bust out of the thermos just because it wasn't built to hold a ghost of his power level for a prolonged period of time. But beyond that?? He has no idea about anything in regards to Dan. Since Dan's creation was averted, his timeline doesn't exist anymore. He's a paradox that exists outside of time, and unfortunately, that means he's the one entity in the multiverse that exists in Clockwork's blindspot. There's no way for him to know what Dan's going to do next.

-Anyway, Dan eventually breaks out of the thermos fully intending to Fuck Shit Up, And Clockwork makes a point of informing him that if he leaves the clock tower he will cease to exist. (Like Dan, the tower exists outside of time, so he's safe there.)

-Dan is the first member of the assistant squad. Granted, it took a while for him to come around to the idea of helping Clockwork but he got there eventually.

-Dan is an entity that was born out of the rage and grief of two very broken people and he has so much shit he's working through as a result

-One of the first things he had to do was recognize and accept that he's an entity that's completely separate from Vlad and Danny. He might have all their memories and the weight of their mistakes on his shoulders, and on top of that, the atrocities he himself committed because of them. The first step is realizing that he doesn't have to be defined by the people that made him.

-It's a really fucking difficult thing to do tho and he's got a lot of weird emotions in regards to Vlad, Danny and the Fentons as a result. A near constant identity crisis, self loathing, daddy issues, something that could arguably be called an Oedipus complex, (FUCKING THANKS, VLAD)

-Cannot stand the smell of fast food, it makes him nauseous and the sight of Nasty Burger sauce alone is enough to make him vomit Ectoplasm.

-He's just a hot mess all around y'all

-He tries to keep his interactions with the Danny's as minimal as possible at first bc of this. The first time he meets them in person he shape shifts into Danny like he did in TUE and just pretends to be one of them. Some of them have had interactions with their respective Dan's already and would be super wary of him and probably pretty freaked out otherwise.

-Dan is eventually allowed to leave the clocktower for supervised "Field missions" with the aid of a time medallion to keep him from poofing out of existence, but it takes a while for clockwork to build up that level of trust.

-Dan's shapeshifting ability Actually comes into play a bit on a lot of those missions, since he can Mimic Danny it also makes sense that he'd be able to impersonate Vlad in the same way. Granted he's not incredibly comfortable taking on either of their appearances but it does help him hone his shapeshifting ability to the point where he's able to pick and choose features from both Vlad and Danny and sorta make his own human disguise.

-Most of the time he acts as the eye in the sky from the tower, monitoring for timeline anomalies and then notifying the appropriate member of the assistant squad.

-He has a room under the clock tower that he operates from. I kinda like the idea of there being like, catacombs down there? Anyway he's got all kinds of monitors and view screens and he very rarely leaves. It also doubles as his "living space." He doesn't need to sleep but he's got a big mess of a pillow fort that he crashes in regardless bc sometimes you just NEED to be unconscious for a while. The catacombs are also absolutely full of those little blob ghosts that wander around the zone bc They're attracted to the ecto energy the tower gives off. He's really annoyed by them at first but they grow on him after a while and now he just dotes on them.

-There's a specific throw pillow sized one that likes to hang out in Dan's room a lot and he ended up getting a little over attached to the stupid thing. His name is Dorian. Bc he's a gift.

-SIR THATS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLOB

-Dan's appearance has changed slightly. He wears his hair loose now and it's kinda just this big fiery mane when it's not contained. His cape is more of a cloak now, it has a hood and he wears it sorta pinned together at the shoulder so the DP logo is covered.

-Dan's relationship with the rest of the Danny's is kinda weird, and a little strained. He has a hard time being around them for very long because, well, he used to sort of be them? Except not really? He does care about them tho, and the last thing he'd want is for one of them to end up like him.

-His relationship with clockwork definitely starts out pretty familial, after he becomes his assistant, anyway. There's room for that to develop into meddling minutes but I'm not entirely sure if I'm gonna go that route yet.

-The Danny's only ever hear his voice for a while before he finally let's them meet him for real, so they end up calling him Charlie for a while as a joke. Cause Ya know. Charlie's angels. Even after Charlie still ends up being his designated name on missions.

Mer! Danny:

-Was recruited bc a lot of the shit that gets sucked through natural portals ends up in a body of water somewhere and when that happens he's on call to retrieve it.

-Is Actually not at all ghostly! Mer Danny's situation is basically the plot of H2O (just add water), or if you haven't seen that, Aquamarine. And by that I mean he's only a merfolk in water.

-He's an electric eel

-His Jack and Maddie are marine biologists, with a particular interest in marine cryptids

-We're taking sea monsters baby!!!

-Not entirely sure how this Danny ended up half mer yet but I'll figure it out, lmao.

-14 years old

-His nickname/ designation is "Moray"

Crown Prince! Danny:

-Nickname/designation is Prince / Princey

-16 years old

-Not allowed to go anywhere in the zone without the Fright knight bc of some ancient ghost law bullshit, so he has a constant babysitter.

-He's next in line bc he sealed away Pariah, but can't take the throne until he is both, A) at least 18 years and B) Completely deceased

-Vlad is his Regent bc he did have a part in the whole sealing the previous king thing, but he's also not completely dead so his power is super limited there.

-As Prince Danny has the crown of fire in his ghost form, although now the name is kinda ironic seeing as it's completely frozen over. It's blue now and it smokes like dry ice.

-As Regent, Vlad has the ring of rage for "safe keeping"

-Vlad and Danny are pretty much constantly at each other's throats, fright knights probably had to shut down more than a few of Vlad's attempts to usurp the crown from Danny through combat.

-Princey deals with the timeline issues that involve the ghost zones' internal / political affairs, and he's gotten very well versed with dealing with the Observants.

Winged! Danny :

-15 years old

-Mallard duck wings

-His Vlad is a swan

-Comes from a family of waterfowl, Jack is a goose, and Maddie is a white swan. Both he and jazz are ducks bc of their grandparents.

-As Fenton his wings are white, like jazz, and as phantom they turn black with a green iridescent sheen.

-He's trans

-Nickname/ designation is inviso Bill. Bc ducks have bills haha get it-

-Ghostly wail?? Nah son he's gotta killer QUACK

-Absolute besties with Mer!Danny/ Moray, sometimes they go swimming together after a mission.

Clone! Danny:

-Physically he's a 12-year-old, but he's only been alive for a few months.

-Alt universe where Vlad manages to stabilize the perfect clone with his own DNA.

-Dani still exists, and the original danny from his time line also rescued the other problematic clones.

-Doesnt like the fact that he's a clone, and very much wants them all DEAD. Bc them running around is a reminder that he's not the real danny.

-Human half looks the same aside from the widows peak and the mallen streak. His ghost half takes after plasmius. Blue skin, and the Hazmat kept it's original white colors.

-Probably has fangs and a forked tounge.

-Not so much a member of the squad as he is someone that they need to be keeping an eye on.

-Does NOT get along with them.

-Dan enjoys making him uncomfortable.

-Designation is Masters / the brat (not to his face tho)

Family Breakfast AU! Danny:

-A BABY

-The boy is a fucking overpowered todler okay. He's an 8 year old.

-The biological son of his Vlad, was born a Halfa. Jack, Vlad and Maddie got their shit together and are in a healthy poly relationship.

-Got separated from Vlad one time in the zone and inadvertently adopted by the assistant squad and clockwork.

-His Vlad is aware of the squad and just. Dad's the crap out of the Danny's as a result. It makes for some..... interesting interactions.

-I can't think of a nickname so I'm just gonna be lazy and say he gets to be the one Tru Danny bc cute little kind privileges lmao.

Full ghost! Danny:

-15 years old, will always look 14.

-Nickname/designation is Toast

-Died in the portal accident and got fucking FRIED.

-He always smells like somethings burning.

-He's really bright and sorta sparks a bit, you can see his bones glowing through the hazmat.

-He still leave the zone to protect his version of amity, but lives with clockwork full time.

Canon Danny (NOT PHANTOM PLANET COMPLIANT) :

-Basically show Danny, except phantom planet never happened fuck you

-Joined the crew after the events of de stabilized

-Also he's trans fuck butch

-Franken! Danny

-Yall remember that Headless Danny Au? This is my take.

-Is Actually 20 years old, but physically stuck at age 14. Bc he's a walking corpse :)

-Came from a timeline that was directly parallel to Full ghost! Danny. He dies in the portal accident, but jack and Maddie are in the lab when it happens and manage to sort of bring him back using a combination of science and freaky ghost junk.

-So he's basically possessing/ stuck inside of his own dead body. Which, is thankfully not rotting or going into rigor mortis bc Ectoplasm is rather similar to formaldehyde, but he's not the most durable thing and bits and pieces fall off from time to time.

-Like his head. For example.

-He's pretty desensitized to it at this point and if he loses a leg after a ghost fight he doesn't see anything wrong with sitting down on the curb of a main street to stich it back on. His being dead isn't exactly a secret.

-Don't ever ask him to "give you a hand" bc he can and will not hesitate to pop one off and Chuck it at you.

-Said hand and any other body part will continue to function just fine even if it isn't attached to anything, btw.

-Nickname/ designation is Adam. Bc. Ya know. that's the name Frankenstein's monster gave itself.

Post Phantom Planet! Danny:

-A very jaded 22 year old who is driven only by spite and enough caffeine to kill a horse

-Very, very tired of the hero thing.

-Being a global celebrity isn't all it's cracked up to be.

-Decided to follow Vlads lead and fuck off to space for a while. Partially to get away from everyone and also partially bc he kinda feels responsible for the fact that the only other person like him and probably floating DEAD in the void somewhere? And yeah Vlad fucked up all on his own but what if he'd tried harder to get through to him things could have been different-

-Joins the crew after a natural portal opens up in space and decides to help out and use clockworks resources to try and track down his Vlad.

-Nickname/ Designation is Polaris, aka the north star.