I feel like he’d be like one of those pets you’d have to pry their mouths open because he’s just so determined to eat it.
Ghost baby. Baby learns about the world by putting things in it mouth. It’s self-explanatory really. He’s eaten ectoplasm before so he’d probably think this is practically harmless in comparison.
Plus, it’s eco-friendly. Why just eat the chocolate bar when you could eat it with the wrapper. He’s being 100% efficient by eating his trash. No evidence and cleaning up after himself at the same time.
He’s able to digest almost anything because of his ectoplasm anyway, it’d be a shame not to take advantage of it.
Anyways, first incident? When Tim take’s Danny to go eat sushi, he just takes a bite of his chopsticks while eating a peice, they just get shorter and shorter until eventually he’s done. Tim watched in horrified silence, not really stopping Danny, wondering if he really didn’t notice he was eating his…utencils. At the end Danny just finished off the last piece of chopstick, no sushi.
Tim thinks it’s just wise not to say anything to his face but to instead bring this information to the cave, because who else is he supposed to talk to about what he witnessed??
Dick is the type to immedietly launch himself at Danny, holding his jaw and futily trying to pry his jaw open to stick his fingers down his mouth, panicking. Cause why is Danny eating an entire cup of plastic?? Spit it out!!! NO BAAAAD
I feel like Jason would be less willing to jump in but would reluctantly pry Danny’s mouth open if asked as one of his siblings does the routine of trying to fish something out of his mouth. It was metal once, took a bite out of it like a piece of hard sugar, there was a crunch and everything. Eventually though Jason would work up to just full on tackling Danny as soon as he chomps down on not food.
Cass just jabs two fingers violently to Danny’s stomach till he coughs it out himself. Steph coming up with a list of ‘things Danny has eaten’ and a ‘things I predict Danny will eat’, sometimes she’ll jump in on the fun of physically restraining Danny so they can get something out of his mouth, she can practice her headlock cause damn is he wiggly.
Damian is absolutely handing Danny things to eat when they’re alone, like just presenting something to him without saying anything. Once had him eat toxic paint (dolloped on the plate like a gorumat dish) and had him describe how it tasted—having Danny try all the animals' pets food to make sure they were satisfactory enough for each animal.
Duke wants no part in this, and by that he means he slides Danny his trash to do what he want’s with it because he just doesn’t want to put his hand down his throat… sometimes it’s just better to know whose trash he’s eating. Duke lies and say’s Danny snatches it from his hands.
Alfred can’t stop Danny, god knows anyone can, he supplements this by feeding Danny nonstop so he has no chance to even reach for something non-edible to eat.
Barbara helps by making a file of screen captures filled with Danny in the middle of eating anything, really. Edible, Non-edible, Impossible.
I’M SCREAMING. I LEGIT DID A DOUBLE TAKE AT THIS I LOVE IT SO MUCH (and from one of my favorite writers??? I am a huge fan.)
TALENT. LOOK AT IT.
OBVIOUSLY I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING.
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‘We escaped.’
As the train ran through the sun dappled forest, bursts of light and shade raced through the windows. Danny glanced outside, catching the first golden rays of the morning.
‘They’re safe. We’re safe.’
Tucker grumbled beneath his breath, temple smushed against Danny’s shoulder and leaning even more onto Danny’s chest. His breaths are even and deep, unlike the shallow panicked gasps that haunted their steps last night. His glass slipped from the bridge of his nose, rattling in tandem with the conical wheels of the train on its tracks. Tucker hugged his PDA like a sacred teddy bear, with his bruised knee propped up on Danny’s leg. Even when he sleeps, Tucker did not cease to speak. Danny would never want to live in a world where Tucker and his jokes and words stopped flowing.
‘They’re alive.’
On the other side, Sam leaned her head against Danny’s shoulder. Her purple hair brushed against the fabric of his hoodie as she slept. Her earrings dangled, swaying as the train rumbled through the forests that she loved. There was a hint of a smile on her face that rarely made an appearance. Sam snuggled her bag to herself, sleeping the exhaustion of running, running, running away. Even when she sleeps, Sam is put together, steady when all else is gone to hell. Her leg is balanced against the seat in front of her, combat boot clad foot planted against the leather. Danny could not, would not, ever imagine a world without Samantha Manson and her steady and defiant presence.
Danny wrapped his arms around this friends, steadying them… and himself. He’d be lost without Sam and Tucker. His bag sat on his lap, pins making high pitched clicking noises every time the tracks ground against the wheels. It was full of hastily gathered supplies that Jazz had shoved into it before she went to distract the hunters so that they could slip away.
‘We got away.’
Danny’s entire world, what’s left of it, could fit in this small train seat. He glanced at windows, catching sight of green tinged eyes in his reflection. Phantom kept flickering onto the visage of Danny Fenton, his urge and desperate need to protect them too close to the surface.
“Danny.” Danny blinked, turning to Sam, who had opened one eye to peer at him. “Did Jazz text?” She murmured.
Danny shook his head, the skin around his eyes tightening in worry. Sam reached up and tugged his hood further up his head. “Go to sleep, dork. We need as much rest as we can get, especially since you’re even paler than me. She’ll message later.”
“You mean I look like a walking corpse?” Danny mustered up a smile. Sam snickered.
“Yeah, that’s supposed to be my thing.” Sam jabbed her pointy elbow in Danny’s side. “Go to sleep. I’m tired.”
“Yeah, thanks, Sam.” Danny whispered.
They settled back into the seat, and Danny Fenton fell into a doze with his best friends sleeping cozily in his arms.
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“- Arriving at River Bend station, please stand clear of the do…”
“Danny, wake up. Our stop’s almost here.” Tucker poked his face.
“Urgh…” Danny groaned, blinking awake. Sometime during the train ride, he’d fell into a deep sleep, and now he woke up refreshed. Well, as fresh as he could be, considering the circumstances.
“C’mon, dorks, I wanna actually take a shower. I feel gross. Tucker, where are we staying?” Sam sat up right, idly tapping at her phone.
“There’s a motel nearby the station. We, uh, already got checked in.”
Danny grunted. “Cool. We should grab something to eat.”
“There’s a vegetarian place! Oo, and a burger joint across the street!” Tucker showed them the listings as Danny grabbed his phone.
His heart soared at the singular new message on screen.
[Got away. Safe, wbu?]
Danny grinned and tapped back a quick, [Safe. Got far away.]
“Jazz is good,” he announced to his friends. They grinned back at him, tension that Danny hadn’t noticed slipping out of their frames.
They might be homeless, they might be far away from everything they ever knew, but Danny had his friends and things were looking up.
Dan and Dani can actually be considered siblings (Masters siblings if you will). Both left in the care of Vlad to later being abandoned bc of his ambitions. Yeah... Vlad needs to make amends.
Don't mess with "his" Jazz or else…
People always like to learn the hard way.
Finally. A project that began back in June-July and finally it's done. Had tons of fun making this. The largest sequences I've done so far. To the point I can't upload the whole thing here either. So be sure to check part one.
An unfinished comic of my own take on the classic Danny-Vlad body swap scenario; envisioned as a true homage to Freaky Friday, this version is called Typical Tuesday.
A lengthy description of the ensuing silliness (that is entirely an excuse to peddle my theater-kid-Vlad agenda) is under the cut.
Danny and Vlad reluctantly agree to live each other's lives to the best of their abilities for a day, since they both have pressing engagements they can't miss, and then beat up the mind ghost who switched them around at the beginning (they were fighting in the Ghost Zone and disturbed Psyche, who promptly zapped both of them so they could "learn to see past their differences and get along").
During that day, Vlad goes to Casper High and is immediately found out by Sam and Tucker, who take it surprisingly well, besides Sam's totally unprovoked burst of violence. Before going to class, they try to bring a wildly out-of-touch Vlad up to speed on what kids are into these days.
Vlad directs a snide remark towards Dash, who barely understands what he said but stuffs him in a trash can anyway.
"Some things never change, huh?" Sam says.
They're doing a Shakespeare unit in Lancer's class, and it just so happens that it's presentation day. Danny insisted that he can't miss it because if he does it will tank his grade, and Sam in particular threatens that "he'd better not ruin this for Danny, or else." Vlad glances over Danny's note cards, rolls his eyes, and launches into an extremely dramatic recital of Hamlet's "To be or not to be" monologue. When he's done the entire class is staring in varying degrees of WTF at him, including Lancer, who wipes tears away and proclaims "Midsummer Night's Dream! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were possessed by the spirit of a true thespian, Mr. Fenton!"
"Why, thank you, Mr. Prancer," Vlad replies modestly.
At lunch afterwards, Sam demands answers. "What, you're a Shakespeare buff in addition to being an evil billionaire supervillain? How many cliches do you need?"
"I am a man of many talents, Samantha, and I don't appreciate being labeled as a supervillain," Vlad replies without a hint of irony, sitting in between her and Tucker and displaying no interest in the tray of cafeteria slop in front of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry! How about 'creepy criminal dirt bag'? That any better?"
"So," Tucker interjects mildly. "How long were you in your high school's drama club?"
"All four years," Vlad says without thinking and then looks ruffled that Tucker clocked him so easily.
"Ohhh," Sam drawls. "Yeah. That makes almost too much sense."
Vlad goes on to recount the story of his high school's Hamlet production during his senior year, how he obviously had auditioned for the title role and poured his heart into it, only to lose the it to a freckly, snot-nosed freshman because the director was his mother.
"I have never forgiven them," Vlad says, brimming with decades of unresolved theater kid angst.
"Uh huh," Sam rolls her eyes, completely unimpressed. "So who did you end up being? Tree no. 2?"
"Nah," says Tucker knowingly. "Not Tree no. 2. You got cast as Hamlet's creepy, murderous uncle, didn't you?"
Vlad twists Danny's face into something absolutely medusan and looks like he wants to say something, but doesn't.
"I'm not hearing a no, dude."
Meanwhile, Danny stumbles his way through corporate meetings, gets tired of spending Vlad's money on dumb stuff, realizes just how empty, lonely, and boring his mansion is, and finds himself on FentonWorks's doorstep. He spends a great deal of this adventure hanging out with his own parents as Vlad, which barely ranks in the top 5 weirdest things that he's ever done.
Back at Casper High, Sam and Tucker have to practically throw Vlad at the attacking ghost of the day, which he complains about the entire time.
I haven't fleshed out the climax of this story as much, but Danny and Vlad manage to trip their way through fighting Psyche and all is made right in the end. The two of them elect to learn absolutely nothing from this incident specifically to spite the mind ghost and continue with business as usual.
EPILOGUE:
"It's good to have you back, man," Tucker says to Danny the following day, somewhere in one of Casper High's hallways.
"It's good to be back," Danny agrees. "Thanks for keeping Vlad in check while I was gone, guys. That must have been an ordeal."
"Uh," Sam says, but is interrupted by a few other students walking by.
"Hey, Danny!" one of them says. "Wow, dude, we're still reeling from from the other day. We had no idea you could sing that well."
"Yeah, congrats on landing the title role!" the other exclaims.
A sinking feeling begins to form. "Um, guys? What are they talking about?" Danny asks, but then Mr Lancer appears and begins shaking his hand enthusiastically.
"Mr. Fenton, we on the faculty had no idea you had such talent, but after yesterday we expect great things from you, young man!"
"Guys, what did Vlad do?!" Danny hisses, and Sam sheepishly rubs her arm while Tucker looks at the ceiling awkwardly. "We tried to stop him, Danny. Honestly, we did."
YESTERDAY. Vlad, in Danny's body, freezes midstep in the hallway, a bulletin catching his eye. He reaches up, intent, and pulls it from the wall. It's a colorful poster with bold lettering and a pixelated jpeg of a distinctive white theater mask. CASPER HIGH PRESENTS: THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. AUDITIONS TODAY ONLY!
A smile-- tight-lipped, wide, and unmistakably, gloriously evil--spreads slowly over his face.
Meanwhile, Vlad sits at his desk with his cat in his lap. The phone rings. He snatches it off the receiver furiously.
"Hi, this is Bob with the Loony-Bin Psychiatry Clinic. I'm calling to confirm your Thursday therapy appointment--"
"Cancel it," Vlad snarls and hangs up.
The phone rings again. For the thirtieth time.
"Oh, for the love of--!"
The idiot boy must have called every individual therapist listed in the entire phone book.
Just three friends hanging behind the Nasty Burger (Eldritch Danny AU)
This was made for my DPxDC crossover fic (Ghost-related Emergencies), just a note the fic is a crossover
Also here is the obligatory baby man (worm) version
This is the second entry of the first of my two experimental audience participation fics. Participation instructions are below the fic segment. The masterlist can be found here.
The winning prompt for the previous poll was: Danny getting sick because the ectoplasm was part of what was keeping him alive. (AO3: bluebird8683) (Note: it may take some time for this to fully come to fruition, but there are hints of it in this chapter.)
Tags for this section: Pitch Pearl (Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom), discussion of canon events and attitudes towards ghosts, discussion of a child basically running away from home.
Masterpost.
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They stared at each other for a little while after that declaration. Then, Danny forced a laugh. It hurt his chest, and he stopped quickly.
“I guess we agree on that, at least,” he said.
“Hm,” said Phantom. He flew over to the bed and laid down next to Danny. “I think we agree on more than that.”
Danny looked over at him. “Do we? You were kind of picking a fight, before.”
“And you weren’t? It’s whatever,” said Phantom, not waiting for an answer. He turned his head towards Danny, and his bangs brushed against Danny’s forehead like cold mist. “We can hate ourselves and still agree with ourselves. It’s part of being us. Me. You. However you want to cut it.”
“Yeah?” whispered Danny. “You think we hate ourselves? That I hate myself?”
“I think you hate me. It’s kind of the same thing.”
“I don’t. I already said I don’t.”
“But you’re tired of being me.”
Danny licked his lips. “I like flying,” he said. “I like the power, and- and feeling the way you do. The way I do when I’m you. When we’ve done something right.”
“I like feeling like we’ve done something right, too,” said Phantom. “When we’ve saved someone, or– Or when we get a good grade.”
Danny sighed. Saving people was good, but he felt like the later moments were growing further and further apart.
“It’d be nice to hear people say thank you, though,” said Phantom.
“Well,” said Danny. “Thank you.”
Phantom rolled his eyes, but green dots colored his cheeks. “Someone that isn’t me.”
“I’m not you right now,” said Danny. He wasn’t sure how true it was, or if it would help anything.
Phantom’s face twisted, then he pushed sideways on the bed so that his forehead touched Danny’s. They stared at each other for a while, blue eyes meeting green, reflecting each other over and over again, like facing mirrors.
“Aren’t you?” asked Phantom, so quiet that Danny hardly heard him.
Danny’s heart was beating fast, straining, practically vibrating against his ribcage. He swallowed, suddenly somehow afraid. The moment felt fragile, breakable.
“Maybe we should come back together,” said Danny, reaching for Phantom’s hand. “Merge like we did before.”
Phantom snatched his hand back. “What if we don’t?” he asked. “What if we stay like this?”
“What? No, why would we do that? That would– We talked about this. You said you’d be stuck living in the Ghost Zone and everyone would hate you.”
“You said that first part, actually. Think about it. It would solve all of our problems.”
“And make new ones!”
“Yeah,” said Phantom, eyes bright in a way that had nothing to do with their literal physical glow, “the same problems we’d have if your parents found out what we are.”
“Our parents.”
“If they came in here right now, they’d only consider one of us their son,” said Phantom. “You could stay in school. You could make them proud.”
“But what about you?”
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Thank you for reading this far! If you would like to participate, please reply to this post with what you want to happen or want to see in the fic next. This can be an event (e.g. the lab suddenly explodes), a character appearing (e.g. Wes, Sam, Undergrowth), a headcanon being added to the story (e.g. ghost hunger), a POV switch (e.g. switch to Jazz), a setting element (e.g. the year is 2104), a ship (e.g. Everlasting Trio), or something else I've forgotten to list here.
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Ahhh, I've been loving this fic so far! The bits are so short -- I need more nooowww! *Chomps*
My initial idea was suggested by someone else, so I've been brainstorming another one. How about "Danny's body can absorb Phantom's ectoplasm to stay healthy?"
EDIT: Actually, I’m going to change my suggestion to something that’s more specific to this scene. How about “Attractive, electrifying energy passes from Phantom into Danny?”
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