Danny Phantom in: Time Police

Interactive blog about a buddy-cop duo from another universe, hopping to other timelines to prevent them from imploding. _________ This blog creates and owns all art assets used for this blog. We portray Vlad and Danny in a father-son relationship. _________ The Cast | The Crew | The Rules | The AU | YMMV Every Post In Order

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Danny Phantom and Vlad Plasmius in: THE TIME POLICE!

This is your chance to get to know our time-saving hero(and the begrudging mentor he drags along), and the universe they operate from!

The Cast || The Crew || The AU || The Rules || YMMV || All Posts

Note: This is a main blog bc we didn't think things through. @glow-and-vamp is the side/personal blog

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Length: 49k across a prologue, 7 chapters, 2 interludes, and an epilogue Rating: Teen Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Villain Protagonist and Redemption, Cheesemelt Endgame, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Light Body Horror, Fantastical Medical Trauma Status: COMPLETECompanion Comic by @ecto-stone An @invisobang Project Beta-reader: @this-is-z-art-blog

Vlad is far from the perfect man he likes to delude himself to be. But when he's forced to confront his issues head on, perhaps he's not irredeemable after all.

This the story of the Masters family, freshly broken after the betrayal against Dani, when Vlad finds an infant that was just like him- more so than even Danny: Dying from ectoplasmic radiation.

Vlad is the only one who understands the fatal diagnosis and steals the baby, to help them through what he himself experienced over twenty years ago. But from one selfless act grow many more, and with the fruits of his labor he hopes to savor what he's always wanted all along: Love and acceptance.

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A closer look at our Clockwork's clock emblem, based off of a Wadokei

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Fresh out of college :)

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Here are all the images without the exposition!

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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.

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A family man

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Other shitposts we made while answering asks

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Who needs therapy when you can print out and burn the same photo of your grief hundreds of times?

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Sometimes when we're drawing things that are overly heavy we do the classic coping mechanism of "everything is just a big production and everyone's an actor"

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“While in truth, we had shared the same economics course and had one or two idle conversations, I place the moment of significant contact to be a week after my... incident. I knew her by a different name, back then. She had been my first, and only, visitor.

Her presence there had brought both confusion and comfort. A stranger had deigned to see me when my own family and friends could not be bothered to even send a heartfelt letter, much less show their faces. The unexpected gesture left me feeling numb. I could not muster the energy to be angry with her there, not when she was blameless. The true wrongdoers had been conveniently absent until then and, much to my increasing bitterness, would continue to remain so for the duration of my stay in the hospital. It wouldn't be until much later that I'd realize what a boon that would prove to be.”

“Hikari's visits would start off brief, but meaningful. A tape recorder here and there with the day's lesson, written notes or books other times, home-cooked food always... With my speech hindered by the wraps covering my face, I was certain my unexpected guest would grow tired of the one-sided conversations and eventually cease coming. But I was wrong. Instead of deterring her, this hurdle only seemed to embolden her, and soon Hikari would come up with ways for me to contribute as well. A notebook for penning down thoughts. A whiteboard for more creative endeavors and quick messages. And other... out of the box methods.”

“Years later, those notebooks are still dearly kept in the drawer of my desk.

Nothing could satisfy the inherent need to speak, however, which is why I was tremendously happy when the bandages got removed, a mere month into my imprisonment in that sterile tomb. And yet, neither of us were prepared for the sight that accompanied my regained liberty.”

“There was... nothing.

The doctors had warned me that my ailment would leave me permanently disfigured. No one with the kind of angry, sensitive eruptions I had sported until then would have any chance of coming out unscathed. I hadn't needed a medical professional telling me that for me to know. But my skin was pristine and looked somehow healthier than when I first landed in that forsaken hellscape. I was, decidedly, wary. Hikari, while also hesitant, erred more on the side of overjoyed. I could finally leave! The discomfort was gone for the most part, and medical diagnostics would clear me of any serious issues. With a mild prescription and orders of bed rest, I was finally out of the woods.”

“I should have known better... “

“I did know better. “

“But knowing did not lessen the utter torture that would follow.”

“It was at this point where I had come to realize just how dire my situation truly was. Maybe I was in denial until then. The hospital was far from equipped to handle interdimensional materials. It was at this moment, with the sun setting on my life, that I realized I would be confined to that suffocating prison. That bed was my cell. My coffin. My tomb.”

“For better or worse, she stayed. Even through the mounting pain, the dizzy spells, my body betraying me... She had been brave all throughout. My dear wisteria, the love of my life. I could see the fear and concern in her eyes even with the optimistic front she put on. Even when an inferno fiercer than anything I could ever imagine burned me from the inside out, boiled and melted my insides and forged me anew, seared my mind until I couldn't think past the agony, she stayed with me. When my eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty crimson and claws gripped and ripped through the bedding.”

“When the staff had to strap me down to keep me from hurting myself or others --thankfully without witnessing the inhuman features…”

“She continued distracting me with tales and inane topics.”

“Even when I lashed out at her and hurt her like the wounded, mindless animal that I was becoming...

Even in those days when I wished I could just... If only it would all just... 

…..

Even then, she would not give up on me. She had steadily become the only one to believe in my harshly dwindling chances of recovery, as the months passed and I only ever got worse, not better.

I wouldn't be able to take this merciless treatment for much longer, of course. Try as I might, I was still at least half human at that point, and there is only so much the human body could withstand before it draws the line and shuts down. I'm only thankful that that threshold was crossed before my psyche would fail me more than it did, and with an accidental parting gift from my beloved, no less.

She bestowed upon me her true, self-chosen name and from then on had been known in my heart and soul as Hikari Kondo instead of the name she was born with."

"Yet, as blissful darkness finally took me, a year into this nightmarish ordeal, I was still not spared… and neither was she. But I shall spare you the following year of near close calls and uncertainty. It wouldn't be my story to tell, after all. I was in a coma and as such wouldn't prove a very accurate source of information on that front.”

. . .

“… And I do believe I have divulged enough, on this particular topic. After all, it satisfies the question. I met my wife after a certain buffoon and his oblivious girlfriend caused the very accident that mercilessly and ruthlessly set me down on the path I now walk. I suppose I… could be a little grateful for the situation, as I would not have my wife now if not for them.”

“...”

“You know what? No! They not only caused me years of pain and suffering, but they also left me to perish alone. And I did, in fact, die in that horrendous cot. I owe them nothing.

Now, I believe we are done her- Miso? Miso whatdoyouhaveinyourmouth–”

Part 2 coming soon

HUUUUUGE THANKS to @feralsrock !! For the lovely ask and the infinite patience!

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Happy Trans Day of Visibility from our blog's very own trans male Danny and trans female Hikari! They are needle-felting pride blob ghosts!! Akari and Miso decided to help until they wanted to do their own thing

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I'm still in love with the Alt!DILF!Vlad that we posted on our blog so I hastily colored it because that's me, the blog colorist on a monochrome ask blog lmao

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Danny Phantom in: THE TIME POLICE

Buddy-cop duo Vlad Plasmius and Danny Phantom are from another timeline, tasked by Clockwork to enter other timelines to prevent their implosions at the hands of a very powerful and highly coveted magical artifact. Is your timeline next?

Edited to add Clockwork

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"I actually don't really understand why Clockwork wants me to do the time stuff with Vlad. Maaaaaybe it's because of the ecto-acne incident when I almost destroyed the past."

Thanks to @princess-pathetic-112898 for another ask!

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He did it for the vine, your honor

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Danny: I died for like two minutes but it's all good!

Vlad: ...

Thank you to @silvermisfit42 for the ask!