Holy ghosts this was a prompt where I couldn’t find anything to do with. Becauseeee, I don’t want to spend too much time on drawing these prompts. But thanks to all the friends that helped me to figure stuff out :D <3
“Anyone seen Danny?” asked Maddie, glancing around as she stood in front of the table. “Thought he was going to help with the garage sale.”
“That little shit went on a run again,” hissed Jack, his voice low, narrowing his eyes.
“Jack!” yelled Maddie between closed teeth, crossing her arms against her chest and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t talk like that about our son. He has been helping with setting up the garage sale like a good boy, until that ghost scum of a Phantom showed up.”
“You’re right, Mads.” His shoulders slumped. “At least I sucked that ghost into the Fenton Thermos.”
“Yes, that’s all right,” she said and exhaled heavily, turning around to look at the table that was cluttered with FentonWorks devices. “I suppose we can deal with that later.”
“Now,” began Jack, “let’s sell some anti-ghost stuff to the townspeople so they can begin to protect themselves.”
“Yes,” said Maddie. “We should put up a sign as well. Don’t you think?”
I had to procrastinate for two days, so now I’m running behind. Great fucking awesome. This… prompt was very hard to come up with something, at least for me. Had some brainstorm helpers around that gave me some ideas. Too many choices, only time for one. There are so many directions you can go with “Collision”…
Of course Danny is my favorite character. Of course I would draw him every single day. He’s the protagonist after all. Right? He’s the main character. The character that’s the most important ;3
One more day behind! We’re catching uppp! I had absolutely no idea what to do with this prompt, so I scrolled on Pinterest for ideas and found something lol.
“I was never granted the luxury of having the love of my life beside me. After enough disappointment, I made myself a promise. No attachments. No fragile little creatures wandering into my home only to leave claw marks across my heart. And yet… here she is. My beloved Maddie. Elegant, temperamental, impossible not to adore. I suppose even I am not entirely immune to loneliness.”
Vlad with his cat Maddie ;3 I’m not used to draw animals aaaaahhh xD
I made a character sheet of College Danny because I love him so muchhhh. I’m not used to make one of these and this took me 16 hours in total lol. I do like Danny’s OG hazmat suit so I won’t upgrade that. It’s perfect the way it is ;3
Favorite AUs are quite a lot. But the main ones at this very moment are Danny Phantom: The College Years, Pitch Pearl, Vivisection / Dissection.
Danny’s hair! The ghostly white mullet is there because his ghost half is slowly bleeding through more and more as he gets older. That’s also why it doesn’t invert when he transforms into Phantom.
What if… Identity Crisis ended up with Fenton killing Phantom at the pier because he had to ‘waste him’ from his father? To make his old man proud…
There’s more under the cut, a darker rewrite—
“Relax, citizens!” shouted Phantom, puffing out his chest with all the confidence he had. “Danny Phantom is on the job!”
The stupid grin came right after. Bright teeth. Sparkle included. Like he was born for the cameras.
Fenton leaned farther back in the rattling rollercoaster seat, arms folded behind his head, forcing himself to smirk while Phantom flew off toward Technus in a streak of white and black.
But Sam and Tucker weren’t laughing. Sam’s brows pinched together as she turned toward him.
“Danny… shouldn’t you do something?”
“What?” shrugged Fenton, lazy and loose. “He said relax.”
That was the deal, right? Phantom handled the superhero stuff. Fenton handled the fun things.
The roar of an engine cut through the air before he could think harder about it. The Specter Speeder screeched beside the rollercoaster tracks.
“Hop aboard, son!” shouted Jack excitedly. Before Fenton could protest, Jack’s huge hand grabbed his arm and yanked him straight out of the cart. “Your old man’s gunna show you how to catch a ghost!”
The Speeder jerked violently as Jack hauled him inside. Fenton barely caught himself against the dashboard before Jack reversed the vehicle to face Sam and Tucker.
“You kids’ll be safer down there!”
Jack shoved the coaster car forward again. It clattered down the rails with screams echoing behind them.
Fenton swallowed. Something about this suddenly didn’t feel funny anymore.
Ahead of them, Phantom flew toward Technus and froze. The Specter Speeder cut directly into his path. Phantom halted so abruptly it looked almost painful. His eyes widened as the massive blaster unfolded from the roof of the vehicle with a mechanical whine. It pointed right at him. At him.
“Okay,” he said proudly, like this was some father-son bonding moment. “Now you’re gonna wanna nail him right between the eyes.”
The crosshairs centered on Phantom. He didn’t move. Didn’t dodge. Didn’t fly away. He just stared.
Fenton’s stomach dropped.
“Now waste him!” Jack grabbed his wrist and forced his hand down onto the firing controls. “Take the shot, son! Make your old man proud!”
Phantom’s face filled the monitor. Those green eyes, wide and shocked, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Like he couldn’t believe Fenton and his dad were doing this.
The blast fired anyway. A deafening scream of ecto-energy exploded from the blaster and slammed directly into Phantom. His body jerked violently before dropping from the sky. Smoke curled behind him in thin green trails as he plummeted downward.
“No—” Fenton didn’t even realize he said it aloud.
The Speeder hit the ground hard.
Before Jack fully landed, Fenton threw himself out of the vehicle and ran. His shoes slammed against cracked pavement as panic clawed violently up his throat.
Phantom lay crumpled on the ground. Green ectoplasm leaked beneath him in widening streaks, dripping from his mouth, his nose, even his ears.
Fenton dropped to his knees so hard pain shot through them. His hands shook as he carefully rolled Phantom over and pulled him into his lap. The suit was torn open across the chest. The wound underneath pulsed weakly, unstable, glowing sickly green around blackened edges. Ectoplasm soaked through Fenton’s hands immediately when he pressed against it.
Phantom coughed suddenly. The sound was wet. Broken.
“Dueling—” He coughed harder, green splattering across his chin. “Doppelgangers… Have—have you lost half of—of our mind…?”
Fenton choked on a laugh that came out sounding dangerously close to a sob.
“Dude,” he whispered shakily. “I’m not the one wearing a bedsheet.”
Phantom smiled. Weak and crooked and exhausted. His trembling hand lifted and grabbed onto Fenton’s sleeve, fingers barely squeezing.
Fenton swallowed hard around the burning in his throat.
“When Dad asks why I’ve got green ectoplasm all over my clothes,” he muttered quickly. “I am so not covering for you.”
If he kept joking maybe this wouldn’t be real. Maybe Phantom wouldn’t feel so heavy in his arms. Maybe that horrible dimming glow around him would stop fading.
Phantom looked up at him slowly.
Fenton moved a hand behind his head carefully, supporting him.
“And that’s…” Phantom coughed violently again, his body twitching and trembling weakly against him. “…the sort of irresponsible attitude… that makes you such a disappointment to our family.”
“Not our family,” said Fenton immediately, his voice cracking. “My family. You’re the full time superhero, remember?”
Phantom’s eyes fluttered. The glow around his ghostly body flickered weaker.
“Then…” Another painful cough. “…it’s time for me to let go.”
“No.”
Phantom’s eyes closed. His aura dimmed. And suddenly he felt wrong. Heavy. Not floating anymore. Dead weight.
“No no no no—”
Fenton grabbed him harder, shaking him carefully.
“Phantom.”
Nothing.
“Hey. Dude.”
No response.
The panic fully broke through him, sharp and cold and unbearable.
“Stay with me,” he whispered desperately. “Come on. Come on, this isn’t funny anymore.”
Still nothing.
“You’re not supposed to die. You cannot die. You’re—“
He paused.
“—you’re already a ghost.”
But there was no response.
The silence crushed him.
Jack was saying something behind him. Technus was probably still attacking. None of it mattered. Because Phantom wasn’t moving.
Fenton stared down at the ghost in his arms, at the green blood oozing out of his chest, at the face that looked so painfully familiar even when unconscious.
Man, I was so not feeling it with this drawing. I had to force myself through it so damn hard lmao. I had a vision, but it turned out not how I wanted to. It’s fine, it’s all fineeeee. Although, I wish I could’ve done it better. I actually hate it. Only thing I love about it is the sword.
Decapitated, Danny sacrificed his human half after splitting with the Ghost Catcher. Why? Well, he had to do it to save humanity and be Clockwork’s apprentice.
More story under the cut—
“I sacrificed my human body so I could… work for you,” said Danny. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails biting through his gloves. “Because you wanted me to. To keep humanity safe. So fine. I’ll be your apprentice. I’ll be your little puppet that dances whenever you please.”
The gears surrounding Clockwork turned with their endless metallic groan, ancient and patient, echoing through the endless chamber of clocks. The ghost watched him with eyes far older than grief itself.
“That is not what it means, young Danny,” answered Clockwork calmly. “You will inherit the throne one day, yes. But you are far from ready for such a burden. The first step, was indeed surrendering your freedom. Your dreams. Your warm, living body.”
“Just because you showed me my future!” snapped Danny suddenly. “You showed me what happens if nobody stops it, Clockwork! I’m doing this to protect everyone I care about. And now they’re going to suffer because—”
The sentence broke apart in his mouth. Because he wouldn’t be there anymore.
Danny lowered his head, white strands of hair shadowing his eyes as his shoulders curled inward.
“Because I’m not…” His voice faltered into something painfully small. He swallowed hard, but the ache in his chest only spread deeper and colder. “I’m not there anymore. And I’ll watch them grow old. I’ll watch them die. I’ll carry all of that with me forever.”
“Forever,” said Clockwork quietly. “Until you are ready to pass on the throne.”
Danny shut his eyes. He could still remember warmth. His heartbeat. Falling asleep tired instead of simply shutting down. Stupid things like a strawberry milkshake at the Nasty Burger after patrols. Sam rolling her eyes. Tucker laughing too loudly. A future he had traded away.
“But if this is what it takes to keep everyone safe… if this is what it takes to keep them happy and alive…” He forced himself to look back at Clockwork, eyes burning bright green. “Then it’s fine.”
It wasn’t fine. It would never be fine. But Danny had been sacrificing pieces of himself ever since the day he stepped into the portal.
Clockwork approached him slowly, robes shifting like flowing time itself. One hand rested gently against Danny’s shoulder.
Danny can have some fun at the beach, too. Yes. Fine. But is he happy? No. Anywaysssss, I had so much fun rendering this one aaahhh. Streamed the whole process in our Phantom Core Discord server! I had a blast :D
I’m running 5 days behind, but it’s fine and totally worth it. I love such vibrant colors so much! This prompt was just… so much fun to dooo ;3 I really really really wanted to draw a iridescent holographic jacket, so I did! :D
Danny was having a great time, but not anymore. He went to an 80s party as Phantom and got himself captured.
I’m not giving up. I’m not, I promise. I’m just… the art crisis is hitting me again and my brain is just… empty and distracted. Even when a lot of friends tried to help me to come up with something, I still did something else entirely. Danny’s been hollowed out, literally.
Not giving up, no no no. Nope! 7 days to go! He is so baby. I had troubles to draw a 14 year old boy, oh my.
Tucker was filming everything, of course, but Danny wasn’t having any of it. He wanted to get out of there, wanted to leave before any of this could become a terrible idea. Nevertheless, Sam managed to convince him to step into the portal. Why wouldn’t he? He was wearing the hazmat suit, after all. It was supposed to protect him. Keep him safe. Just in case. Just in case something went wrong. Just in case something bad happened.
Head canon and full art piece under the cut—
/Head Canon Time!
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Okay, so. The interior buttons were placed there as a safety mechanism, at least, that was the intention? The portal required a manual activation from inside the chamber to stabilize the energy field during ignition.
Jack and Maddie had never been able to fully activate the portal because the system required a biological energy signature to complete the dimensional bridge. Their calculations assumed external power would be enough, but the portal needed something else , such as a living bioelectric catalyst.
Human bodies generate measurable electrical fields through neural activity and cardiac rhythm and cellular ion exchange. In theory, this bioelectric energy could interact with the portal’s ectoplasmic field.
When Danny pressed the button, the system finally found the missing variable.
And the portal roared to life.
Electricity didn’t simply travel through him like a conventional shock. Instead, the portal field interacted with his bioelectric field at the molecular level, saturating his body with ectoplasmic radiation. It’s similar to how ionizing radiation can alter cellular structures, but far more extreme.
A hazmat suit could protect against chemical exposure or standard radiation, but not against the dimensional energy coupling directly with biological matter. The reaction wasn’t conducted through the glove or the boots or the floor or the air.
It happened inside him.
The portal functioned less like a doorway and more like a particle accelerator attempting to stabilize a wormhole, using Danny’s bioelectric field as the final stabilizing component.
His atoms weren’t destroyed, they were reconfigured, molecules rearranged, temporarily existing in two energetic states at once. Human and ghost.
But for Danny, it felt like he was being torn apart atom by atom, stretched thin like matter falling into a black hole, being completely spaghettified, his body being pulled in all directions like it was never meant to go.
The agony of electricity and cold fire soared through him, like millions of needles forcing their way through skin and muscle and bone all at once. His nerves screamed as if they were being stripped bare, taken out and pushed back in place, every cell vibrating and splitting and reforming in a rhythm too violent to even survive. But he did survive. Didn’t he?
There was no way he could’ve stepped out of the portal on his own without collapsing, without his body revolting against what had just been done to it. Every nerve should have been in overload, every muscle refusing to respond. He should’ve dropped right there on the floor, unconscious and unmoving, while the smoke curled from his skin.
Someone should’ve had to drag him out. Right?
And when he finally woke up completely disoriented and wrong and no longer entirely human, nausea should’ve hit him. The shock alone should’ve kept him trembling and barely conscious. Instead, he just… stood there lol.
“When he first woke up, he realize… he had snow white hair and glowing green eyes.”
Because it is a cartoon. Because reality had to bend around the moment, y’know?
(Memory Blank is different than the intro though lmao)
No, I didn’t want to draw Jack on the hazmat suit as the insignia, I’m sorry xD
They’re just two opposites of each other, even when they’re one and the same. Aaaand 6 more days to go! Even when we’re already June, I will finish Dannymay! :D
Tried something different with rendering this time, because we are going through yet another art crisis again :D
It was lonely being Ghost King. Because there was no one anymore. No Sam. No Tucker. No Jazz. No Mom. No Dad. Gone gone gone.
Danny had thought becoming Ghost King would help. He thought ruling the Ghost Zone would give him purpose. That maybe, just maybe, he could forget. But the throne didn’t make him forget. The crown didn’t ease the grief. The universe refused to let him. So he remembered. Every life. Every laugh. Every smile. Every goodbye. Everyone he had ever loved was gone, and he was still here.
Ghost King of an endless realm.
And completely, utterly alone.
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