#tw ectoplasmic blood

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

Finally Danny and Wes had escaped the army of thralls sent after them by the ghost that captured them, Danny trying to block out Wes screams of how this is all his fault

“If it wasn’t for you phantom, I would never had been in this situation, but no you had to taunt the powerful war ghost” Wes rambled, causing Danny to whip around and growl

Danny threw his arms out, almost hitting one of the creepy bone pillars “I get it Wes, this is all my fault, but I think I made up for it by laying my life on the line to protect you.” He turned back around and started walking deeper into the castle “now lets just find our way out of here and we can do back to never talking”

Wes scoffed, but followed Danny deeper into the halls of the labyrinth of a palace, eventually they found a large door, presumably to the throne room

Danny nodded to Wes and pushed the door open with a loud creek of old wood, the throne room being illuminated by the flames of the figures crown as they sat atop their stone throne 

The bright flames blocked the figures face as they slowly approached carefully, clearing their throats

The figure raised their head with an amused grin “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged to my door” sitting on the imposing chair was none other than Jeff Jefferson, Danny and Wes’s least favorite person “well don’t be disrespectful to your majesty” his smile turned smug as he glared down on them “bow down…”

Both males collectively whispered under their breaths “Shit..”

This amazingly detailed and truly worthy of our lord and savior Jeff was made by the wonderful @ovytia-art

[art-lokiitama]

Here's a piece I made for the Guess That Artist game in the Haunted Heroes Discord Server! The theme was to draw fanart for a fanfic and I just couldn't help myself 🥺🥺

This art is from @numinous-scribe's The needle in our compass is trembling a wonderful fic I was really happy to read and re-read as I made this 🤗

It's a wonderful fic full of Demon Twins feels and it felt just right to draw, and was very fun to mimic the WFA artstyle to match it, too! Thank you so much to @arzuera for hosting this it was amazing!!

Cheers! ✨

[icedghostlatte-art]

Commission for @flesh-eating-necroromancer

[Comm Info]

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

[jamiethebeeart]

Dannymay Day 11: Mutation

Thinking about phandom mutating the premise of Danny (listen I love the angst as much as the next but it is quite removed from our canon boy)

[glow-and-vamp]

Metamorphosis

The change inside the chrysalis is slow and gradual. The body digests itself from the inside out. The old body is broken down into imaginal cells but not all the tissues are destroyed. Some old tissues pass onto the creature's new body.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

goodbye

masterlist

day 30: goodbye

[owlfacenightkit]

Some smol Dannos (don't worry about the middle one he'll be fineeeeeeeeeee)

Color palettes by @coconurt!

And an extra I didn't clean up :3

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2024. Day Five

"Nails"

Ao3

Drabble.

Warning: Blood and ectoplasm.

- - -

Maddie had been washing her hands for a while now, but the blood and the ectoplasm wouldn’t wash off.

It had gotten under her nails, sticking to her skin, her flesh, and painting it green and red.

She had thought about just asking Danny to make her intangible so it would leave her body, but it would alert him that her fight with these ghosts had been less than smooth and easy and he would start worrying, such was her son.

So for now she just put on her gloves and pretended this had been easy, no need to worry.

[muckyschmuck]

shes just mad she didnt pick a better forever ghost outfit

[mossydoodles]

experimental catified dp piece!

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

The young king fled, leaving his old life behind with the people he used to call family, to much of a monster for them to love

Amazing lineart by @thestarsofpines

[fleshybeing]

spectral steed

[shanxy180]

you guys wonder if a ghost bleeds?

[roeshroom]

Haha sum stuff

It had started out small, a slow drip of ectoplasm trickling out of Danny’s nose as they were working in the lab. Like the friend he was, Jimmy asked him if he was ok.

Danny just laughed stiffly and asked for a tissue.

So Jimmy did as he was asked.

He left the room to find some tissues.

And by the time he came back, he was greeted to the sight of Danny hunched over the table, trembling violently.

“Danny?” he asked.

Danny lurched forwards, knocking over his chair, and Jimmy rushed over to support him, noticing the distinct flecks of red among the garish green splatter on the laptop.

“I, I–” Danny’s reply was cut off as he retched, lurid lime spilling from his mouth and splattering onto the floor. The half-ghost blinked, leaning heavily on the desk with a dazed expression as he took in the viridescent stain smeared at his feet.

Then Jimmy was dragged down as Danny crumpled downwards.

“DANNY!” he shouted, holding him as he lay, twitching on the ground.

“Help-” Danny choked, one hand gripping Jimmy’s as if he were drowning and the other spasming in aborted motions. Ectoplasm leaked onto the floor, his eyes already vivid green.

“Just hold on Danny, we’ll get you help soon.”

Hey love your art quick question

How do you think the rest of the nicktoons will react to walking into one of Danny's episodes and his ghost half bleeds how do you think it would go down

This headcanon is really intriguing to me I love the idea 💡😍

thank you!! i actually have thought about this a lot and, well, knowing him he'd be too stubborn to admit that its a problem even though his condition is starting to worsen

sam, tucker and his family knew about it early on since he spends most of his time around them and it was bound to happen at least once when they're around but as for the nicktoons, he wouldve been able to avoid the subject for a while

at least until maybe one day, it'd catch him by surprise while he's helping out in jimmy's lab

[jamiethebeeart]

Gore lineart by @tsubaki94 // it was so fun to back to my roots of "how many bruises and cuts can i fit on danny from ghost fighting" (cw: blood, bruises, cuts, cuts on inner forearm, bite bruise, restraint marks, blood/ectoplasm smear/splatter)

(also shamelessly looking at @green-with-envy-phandom-event 's cw tags to use)