#The Phantom Fog

[thedarknesssings]

Dinner and Debt

Character: Ghost, pair of guards. Content Warning: Murder, thievery.

Keep your eye on me.

A hand slides down the wood of a door, a simple interruption in the planned path to a desired destination. A few days of watching led him here, prepared to claim what he’s already decided is his. Silver eyes glimmer a hiccup before his figure melts toward the floor.

Keep your breath slow.

A fog seeps, a flowing river of dreaded mist beneath the cracks. No one ever wards for the air, for the mist. Everyone breathes and the motion inside the flat speaks loudly to the fog infiltrating the space. Every breath, every motion, quivers the slowly thickening mist. A cough, a shake of their heads. Curious, what is this? What’s going on? Is there a window open?

Keep your wits about you.

They never do. The tug at their souls elicits immediate fear, a dance of panic tapped out by the wayward feet of the men meant to guard. The mist’s little glacial fingers pluck at the roots of their being, unfasten mind from matter. The perfect assassin is one never seen, one the victim can barely wrap their minds around. Life is such a precious commodity. The mist sighs and a body thumps against the floor.

Keep taking me on.

Arms flail against the grey mist. The catch in the remaining guard’s throat accompany widening eyes. He stills in that space where the mind catches up with the inevitable. A wraith-like face ghosts across the mist hovering before the guard’s eyes. His scream locks up his throat, breath burning for release from his lungs. -No.- Silence permeates the room.

Keep taking me down.

Just two. The mist drifts through every ilm of the flat, stroking over each item it finds, seeking signs of life, of thought. Minds to touch, and yet all the Phantom Fog finds now is the quiet aether inherent in items blessed with intricate spell work. The pair of faces newly caught in the mist’s web open mouths on silent screams. Their features contort with the agony of death, of regret for what they left behind. One last view of what they gave their lives for and the fog swallows them whole.

Keep your words in my mouth.

If an eye follows him now, they find the fog coalescing in a single space. The mist spirals upward, forming the thief’s figure and thickens out. Solid is a curious state, close enough that most never notice he’s not. One hand curls around the hilt of a long sword, drawing it from its resting place. The other hand gestures, the empty corpses bursting into flames, a combustion centralized and heated to the point ash is all that remains in short order.

I am at the end of the world.

The ash swirls into the fog in his wake, a strange cloak that follows his silent footsteps through the flat. Glowing silver eyes scan the place, taking note of what else lies here. He was asked for only the one item, so no other becomes disturbed. No trace remains of his presence by the time he slips beneath the door. Not even the remains of the guards placed to prevent thieves like him.

And the last thing you will know.

There’s a reason The Phantom works alone.

#ffxiv #writers on tumblr #ffxiv writers #phantom #thief #elezen #duskwight #rp #ffxiv rp #Ghost #The Phantom Fog #vignette #short story

[midnight-moth]

THEY WERE HOLDING OUT ON US! THERE WERE MORE PUPPY PICTURES. Credit to the lovely motley zoo animal rescue IG who really just blessed us all. Also I hope A Nameless Ghoul is getting all the treats and cuddles and partying with Satan right now 😭😭

#I have to go hide in the closet and cry from overwhelming cute #CMLS looks so unimpressed with Phantom #she’s like what the god damn fucking hell I need a nap #I’m going to puke on this motherfucker in lkke 3 seconds #sorry Phantom #she loves Dew more #I know both of their sets of goggles are fogged with tears #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul

[nightwanderers12081]

ECTO IMPLOSION!!

The Fog Around Us

HERES OUR SUBMISSION FOR EI'S FIRST YEAR!! Our author was @lexosaurus , And they did an amazing job with the fic! Check it out underneath this message!!

We had alot of fun with this event ^^ Everyone was really kind and its been amazing to see what everyone can do!! Go check out everyone else's content :D

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #valerie gray #grayghost #ectoimplosion2023 #dp event #the fog around us

[phantoms-planet]

Super/Fun Danny theory

I don't think Fun Danny and Super Danny are directly showing what Danny's ghost half is/obsession is, nor what danny would be like as a full human, what I DO think is that it shows a very interesting concept of how Danny views himself.

So obviously when Danny does separate into human and ghost as he goes through the ghost catcher his human self is lax, lazy, and a little selfish. His ghost self is high strung, putting pressure on himself to be a hero and on his "responsibility" to help.

In the flashbacks to moments before he gets his powers he doesn't really act the way Fun "human" Danny does. He doesn't act that way in the episode where Desiree changes his past either. He acts the way we see in the show normally, just without powers.

I don't think his ghost half was the side that had all the drive/passion and I don't think his more carefree side is strictly human.

What do I think the separation was? Danny's perception of who he is as a Ghost vs Human.

When he got his powers he had even more responsibility and pressure put on him. As a ghost he needs to fight other ghosts, keep amity safe, keeps ghosts safe from his parents/other ghost catchers, etc.

As a human he needs to keep up his grades, maybe his parents want him to go into a specific career, bullies? All normal kid stuff. Much less demanding than when he's Phantom.

I think Super Danny and Fun Danny is a result of how Danny views the two sides of himself. He knows he can goof off more as a human, let himself be more selfish and act more like a kid. He knows that as a ghost he almost never gets a break, especially as one of the few Good Ghosts willing to fight against the Bad Ghosts.

I also think it's impossible to separate Danny from his ghost side like that. As Phantom he's still Danny. He doesn't act any different. His ghost side is just Danny but dead, it's not a whole new personality or being.

#danny phantom #dp #analysis #fan theory #don't know how coherent this is #I've got brain fog bad rn #but I wanted to get this out before I forgot #fun danny #super danny

[asjjohnson]

...Um. Super, super late DP Invisobang 2023 art?

The fic by Rockity Sock is still an unpublished WIP so far, but it's really nice and will hopefully be completed and published later.

It begins at the end of the Ultimate Enemy episode, with Dan getting trapped in the thermos. And... I'm not sure how much I can say without spoiling it, but a lot of really cool stuff happens. It's a psychological type of fic, about different types of prisons and punishments, and has time stuff and pocket dimensions, and redemption stuff. (I was only planning on drawing one illustration for IB, but when I saw the WIP, I wanted to see so many things animated. So many awesome visuals. I wish I could've animated them all.)

This is the part I did animate:

He just walked for now, searching for the tiniest crack. The darkness went on for seemingly forever though, and no matter how far he walked it kept on going Dan kept moving He tried his best to break through the walls but every ectoblast he formed fizzled out. Fading into the darkness. Oh, now it makes sense. His powers are being limited, it takes him a few more tries to believe it. The fact that he’s trapped with nothing whatsoever. Endless hours spent, and wasted. Powers he has built up from the ground with no mentor, ones he trained endlessly after a decade. Gone, disappeared, muffled. Limited. Dan let out a laugh, one with no humor. A laugh that turned into a cackle, he couldn’t stop.

Here's Rockity Sock's AO3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/rockitysockity and tumblr account: https://rockitysock.tumblr.com/

(I also uploaded the video on deviantArt and YouTube)

#invisobang 2023 #danny phantom #dan phantom #animation #asj art #...this took so much longer than it should've D: #I think it has 232 images of Dan. #I tried a few things for the fog rustle sound effect but I think I went with rubbing my hand back and forth across a soft comforter blanket #(I was originally going to go with swishing my hand back and forth inside a wet bowl but it'd ended up sounding like dry leaves.) #the cape sound effects are from snapping a little throw blanket up and down. #I forget now exactly what I'd used to made the zap sound. It took some time in Cakewalk to figure out and I'd tried looking up tutorials. #The moving background was made by making a 'bg tile' that I could stack horizontally. #And for the fog on the 'floor' there's 8 cycling images at the start of the animation and 9 cycling images for the end of the animation. #For the spin I was going to make 112 frames for the background ...but after working on it for awhile I realized it'd take really long. :/ #So I reused the background tile but put it in reverse and overlaid a rotation version at the end. (...though the fog obscures a lot of it) #I'd used the magicposer website mannequin as reference to draw the key frames of Dan's spin. #I drew the images in Photoshop with the animation feature and then saved each one as a png. #Then imported them into Premiere Pro to add a few effects (the zoom for the first shot and the movement of the bg). #Lexx helped me a lot with figuring out music stuff and using Cakewalk for some sound editing. #But I also used Premiere Pro for some sound editing too. #(At one point I'd planned on animating three scenes and having a song in the bg. The growing sound in the first shot is the bass part. #(And things were going to be added onto the song in the other two scenes. ...But then I'd dropped the other two scenes.) #(I was also originally going to have Dan do two more quick ectoblasts after the first one but decided to cut them out for time.) #(also it's not that I can't draw hands. it's just that I knew it would take longer if I did. I'd decided to cut time by not drawing them.) #(...though most of my shortcuts ended up being long-cuts that also hurt the quality. ...Should've done things right.)

[lexosaurus]

The Fog Around Us: Chapter 1

Hello all here's my second fic for the @ecto-implosion! This one with @nightwanderers12081 who did AN INCREDIBLE PIECE OF ART LOOK AT IT!

Please enjoy my accompanying fic!

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Valerie Gray Tags: Amnesiac Danny Fenton, Enemies to Friends WC: 4476 Summary: Two weeks had passed since Danny Fenton went missing. Two weeks had passed since Phantom had disappeared as well. It couldn't be coincidence.

****

“He can't have gotten far.”

Those were the words Valerie had heard the first day the missing child report had been filed. The first day Danny didn't show up to school.

“You kidding, Fenton?” Dash said, emphasizing Danny's name with the sort of disbelief one would say about a toddler training for the Olympics. “No—no way! He's so annoying, I bet whoever nabbed him will get so pissed at his loser squeaky voice that they'll toss him right out of their truck. They probably didn't even get him out of the city!”

“No way he's gotten far,” Kwan agreed.

The next day in homeroom, it had come from Sam. She hadn't been in school the previous day. Well, she had at first, but after the whispers started going around and the police showed up at the school, she and Tucker had been pulled to the main office all too quickly.

“He can't have gone far,” she whispered to Tucker, who was wringing his red cap around in his fingers. “It's Danny we're talking about. He's probably—you know. He's fine.”

Tucker was silent for a moment. To an outsider, it would look like he simply had nothing to say. But Valerie knew better. She could see how his jaw twitched, just barely suppressing whatever words were swimming around in his mind. It was only after his muscles relaxed that he finally spoke, his voice so quiet that Valerie almost didn't pick up what he said. “I know you want to think that, but Danny wouldn't...do this. He wouldn't slip away without telling us first.”

Whatever temper Tucker swallowed, Sam had no problem spitting out. “You don't know that. You know how he gets!”

“I do know, Sam. There's no way—”

“This is the same guy who—” Sam stuttered, then lowered her voice, hissing something too softly for Valerie to hear.

Tucker's reaction was telling, though. He sighed, not sharply, but still showcasing his frustrations all the same. “This is different. Come on, you know that.”

“I don't want to hear it,” Sam snapped. “He's fine, Tuck.”

And that was that.

Valerie could almost believe them. And god, she yearned to believe them with a fortitude that nearly crushed her heart, but on the third day, she made the mistake of passing by the teacher's lounge.

In an instant, she was plunged back into this new ice-cold reality.

“His parents suspect ghosts,” came the gruff voice of Ms. Tetslaff. “And you know, as wacko as they are, this time? Yeah, I might believe them.”

“It's not too far-fetched. You know that the CPS investigation came up clean. Especially after speaking to Ms. Jasmine Fenton directly, nothing came up that was particularly worrisome from their house. They seem like a good family, albeit a bit to the left. It feels unlikely that any of this could have stemmed from within the home,” Mr. Lancer said.

CPS investigated their house? Valerie thought back, but she didn't remember Danny ever mentioning it. So, why? Why had CPS gone?

“And you know how Mr. Fenton gets whenever a ghost gets near,” Mr. Lancer continued. 

“Oh yeah, he's a jumpy one,” Ms. Tetslaff agreed. “Always the first one out of the class.”

“And the last one back, sporting some sort of bruise,” came the voice of the old history teacher. What was her name, Mrs. Sawyer?

No, her name didn’t matter right now. What, with this information piercing every wall around Valerie's mind.

Danny was...getting hurt? And she hadn't noticed?

But she didn't have long to process this before Mr. Falluca took his chance to interject. “Didn't I tell you? After that whole CPS debacle? I told you all it was ghost related. I told you that the parents are weird, but Danny was always getting hurt around a ghost attack or on his way to school.”

He was what?

Why hadn't Valerie seen anything? Or heard anything?

“And I agreed if you'll recall,” Mr. Lancer said.

“I wouldn't be surprised if a ghost kidnapped him this time,” Mr. Falluca said.

“To get to his parents, most likely. The weekly harassment wasn't getting anywhere, so they had to escalate,” Mr. Lancer concluded.

“Poor kid,” Ms. Tetslaff murmured.

“Indeed. And if that's truly the case, then who knows how far they've gone. They're ghosts, after all.”

But Valerie was through listening to the teacher's gossip. She backed from the door, stumbled over her feet, and bolted around the corner, nearly slamming into some upperclassmen as she did.

No...no way....Danny? Her Danny?

She'd broken up with him so he wouldn't get hurt, hadn't she? She'd predicted this. Ghosts were ruthless and vengeful and ugh, she had let him go to prevent this from happening!

And yet!

And yet...

She skidded to a stop, her heart thundering in her ears. Around her, the hallway bled Casper High red, posters about kindness and unity hung haphazardly over the walls, and the ever-long fractals of lockers wove spiderwebs around her vision.

And yet, he'd been hurt anyway. No, it was worse than that. He'd been hurting the whole time, and she hadn't known. He'd...never told her.

But why would he? It wasn't like he knew that she was the Red Huntress. Maybe if she'd revealed this to him, he would have told her about the ghosts harassing him. Maybe she could have done something. Maybe, maybe it wouldn't have come to this.

Now, it was too late. Danny was gone.

And she had to bear the weight of the blame.

Her breath shortened, and hot tears sprang to her eyes too quickly for her to will away. They spilled down her cheeks and splashed onto the disgusting red and white tile below her.

She should wipe them off, stop crying, suck it up. She couldn't break down now, not while Danny was out there with god only knew which rogue now.

But shit, it was her fault.

Her weakness got to her, and she found herself standing before the row of lockers with her forehead pressed against the cool metal. Her curly hair fell around her, shielding her from the view of any potential onlookers. But thankfully, the science hallway—tucked in its own small corner of the school—was always nearly deserted while classes were in session.

She should have saved Danny. She should have noticed something, anything. What was even the point of having all this gear if she couldn't protect the people she cared about most?

She wanted to crumble, to disintegrate into a pile of dust on the floor. She held her hand against her mouth, choking back sobs that tried to rip from the core of her diaphragm, but she knew that the lunch period was nearly over and it would only be a matter of minutes before the hall was populated once again.

So she breathed. In, then out. First, nothing but a shaky jolt, and then steadier. In and out until the thick tears had reduced to rubble, and her sobs were nothing but hiccups. 

And then she made a promise to herself. One to bring Danny back home.

She may have failed to protect him before, but she wouldn't fail to save him this time.

She wouldn't.

****

The air was still tonight—unusual for this particularly windy fall—and it was as if Valerie could hear every secret Amity Park whispered into the stars. Every owl hoot in the surrounding air, every soft click of someone’s heels on the pavement below. 

There was a certain serenity to these kinds of nights, ones that were bathed in countless stars glittering in the air above. Not that Valerie had really cared about silly things like the stars before. But after she began donning flight in her red suit alone, they became a source of comfort to her. A constant that she could count on—if the clouds allowed so. 

And it was all thanks to one particular boy that she had even looked up in the first place, hadn’t it?

The past two weeks, she found herself leaning on their comfort more as she spent the nights searching, and searching, and searching some more.

But where should she look? She didn’t know. It had been so long that he could be anywhere. There was a chance—a very likely chance—he wasn’t in Amity Park at all.

Especially if what she’d heard about him was true.

It was Johnny 13 who had let it slip. After a week of no leads, of no sleep, Valerie had the rather unfortunate pleasure of running into the biker ghost himself.

Or, maybe the fortunate pleasure. Because after cornering him and pressing her gun to his temple, his silver tongue was all too eager to spill.

“The kid?” Johnny had asked.

“Fenton. Son of the ghost hunters? Maybe you’ve heard of him.” Valerie wedged her gun into his skin just a little more.

“Jeez, cool it. Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Kid’s damn annoying enough on his own without his parents getting involved.”

Confusion sliced through her, but she had only just begun to react when Johnny slid out from her hold, reappearing on her other side.

“What are you talking about?” Valerie whirled around, nearly forgetting to keep her gun out in front of her. “Danny? The son? He doesn’t have anything to do with ghosts!”

Johnny barked a vicious laugh. “Oh, is that what he tells you? Man, you humans are so blind. Well, kid’s a good actor, I’ll give him that.”

Then, black cloaked her vision, and she could hardly escape the swirling shadows before she looked up and realized that Johnny 13 was gone. And then, so was his shadow.

That had happened almost a week ago, and since then she had questioned any ghost that crossed her path, but either no one knew or no one would tell her.

As the days stretched on, her suspicion about who could be behind Danny’s disappearance only grew, molted, and then solidified until there was only one ghost it could be.

The one ghost that had—not-so-coincidentally, Valerie was sure—disappeared as well.

In fact, Valerie was sure she hadn’t seen Phantom since before Danny’s disappearance. She tried to remember and…yeah, he hadn’t made any appearance grande nor small over the past two weeks.

That was unusual for him, the ghost that almost seemed to live in Amity Park for how much time he spent here.

So Phantom had to be involved somehow. He just had to. Perhaps he was the one who took Danny, or he could be just an accomplice. Either way, the timing was too exact for him not to be involved at all.

But he was just. Gone. 

Valerie had searched high and low, but there didn’t seem to be any sign of him anywhere. And if he was the one who took Danny, then where had they gone? The Ghost Zone?

Valerie tried not to think about that possibility too much.

So when a frighteningly familiar ecto-signature reading popped up on her wristband, Valerie didn’t hesitate to jet over to the source of it. He was just around the block—so close—and soon, she would have answers.

That little asshole thought he could just appear after two weeks of Danny’s disappearance as if everyone was going to welcome him back with open arms? As if nothing ever happened?

Yeah, fuck that. 

Drawing her weapons was a subconscious action at this point. Valerie didn’t have to think before her gun of choice had formed in her hand—black, with red on the side. Sleek and deadly, just like her.

She whipped around the corner of a building, looked out into the street, and there he was, hovering thirty feet above the sidewalk. Bathed in white with wild hair floating around him as if underwater and his black and white suit unmistakable against the Amity Park skyline, there was Phantom.

He was slow to face her, but that only worked to her advantage. Because as soon as it clicked in his head what was happening, Valerie was already on him, her gun trained at his forehead, her eyes fiery with weeks of untapped fury as she shouted, “What the hell did you do to him?”

Phantom blinked once, his eyes flickering to the gun, then Valerie, then to the gun again. He blinked again, this time slow, and perhaps so obtuse and obnoxious that Valerie couldn’t help but press her ectoweapon into his aura as she yelled, “I’ll fucking kill you again, Phantom! I’m not playing. Tell me what happened to him! What did you do to Fenton?”

Knitted eyebrows shot up along with his hands, and he jolted back as if seeing the gun for the first time. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on, what are you talking about?”

But that only enraged Valerie even more. “Don’t play dumb with me!”

“Seriously, I don’t know what’s going on! I don’t even know who that is!”

“You disappear for two weeks the same time as Fenton does, and now you’re claiming to not know anything?” Valerie’s glare narrowed as red tinged the edges of her vision. “Seriously, how much of a dumbass do you think I am? Spill! What the fuck happened to him? What did you do?”

He inched back more, his hands clasping, unclasping, then dropping once again. There was a nervous energy around him, and Valerie noticed—odd—that his chest seemed to be rising and falling almost as if he were hyperventilating.

But no, that wasn’t possible. “Answer me!” she snapped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Do I even know you?”

Valerie could have laughed at the sheer audacity of Phantom, but then she looked at him—really looked at him. His wide eyes quivering in anxiety, his ears which seemed to be pointed lower than usual, his panicked stance, and his fast…breathing…and suddenly, Valerie wasn’t sure anymore. Because the Phantom she knew would have made a stupid quip, shot her gun, and darted away.

But this? This Phantom? The one having anxiety before her?

This Phantom was almost pitiful.

She felt her grip on her gun weaken, and her arm lowered ever so slightly. “You don’t…remember me?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused for someone else!” he said, drawing his palms up once again in surrender. “I’ve never met you.”

…How?

She tried again, gritting her teeth and drawing her gun back to full force. “Oh no, you don’t get to do that game with me, ghost! Tell me what you did to Danny. Now.”

“I don’t know who that is!” he pleaded. “I’m serious! You have to believe me.”

Why did she believe him?

No, he was a ghost. Ghosts were conniving and evil. They were made to trick humans into getting their way. Valerie knew this. It was as ingrained into her as any self-defense move was.

So then, why? Why could she look into his acid-green eyes and instinctively know that he was telling the truth?

“What do you mean by that?” she pressed further. “I saw you just a few weeks ago. Hell, you live here. I know you do, even if you refuse to admit it.”

“I don’t—I don’t know. Really, I don’t know what you want from me. I’ve never been here, I promise! I was in the Infinite Realms and—”

“What? Where were you?” 

The glow in his eyes flickered, and his nervous energy was suddenly so palpable that Valerie could almost taste it. “The Infinite Realms! You know, where all the ghosts live!”

But…Phantom had only ever called that the Ghost Zone. Like all the other humans did. 

Infinite Realms? Was that…what the ghosts called it?

“I’ve only ever been there, I promise! I just…just woke up there one day, and I’ve been there ever since. I only got here—the Human World—a few minutes ago. There was a portal. Green, swirling light? You know? And I flew through it. I swear that’s the truth,” he insisted. “I promise I’ve never been here before. I didn’t know it was forbidden to come to your territory. I’m sorry! Once another portal comes, I can leave—uh, what’s your name?”

What. The. Fuck.

Valerie hovered in the air, stunned, staring into the eyes of a ghost she knew like the back of her hand, but one who didn’t seem to know…anything about her, about Amity, about anything. 

“You are Phantom, right?” Valerie asked.

“That—that’s what the other ghosts call me,” he said.

So…this was Phantom. It wasn’t some strange clone or anything. So then, what the fuck was going on?

“But you don’t know who I am?”

“No,” he said, then his eyes widened once more. “Am I supposed to?”

A fit of hilarious anger surged through Valerie, and she wanted to snap at him that of course he should know! What was he, stupid? But almost as that spiked her, it dissolved away. 

It wouldn’t have been fair to be angry at this Phantom. This one had no idea who she was, he didn’t know their history, and he apparently knew nothing about Amity Park, which Valerie had more than assumed had become his haunt.

Deep breaths, then. She needed to figure out what the hell was going on, then she could give Phantom a ginormous piece of her mind.

“You’ve been here before,” she explained. “A lot, actually.”

“I haven’t, I swear,” he insisted again in a panic, eyeing the gun that Valerie had forgotten was still between both of them.

She dropped her arm, though she didn’t retract the gun into her suit. One could never know, with ghosts as duplicative as they were.

“You have,” she retorted, now without the gun backing up her words. “I’ve seen you here more times than I can count. I’m The Red Huntress. That ring a bell at all?” 

He shook his head, though his brow was furrowed. “I was born in the Realms like other ghosts, and I’ve only ever been there. I’ve never left!”

This game of ping-pong wasn’t going to work. At least, it could only work so long as Valerie was willing to sacrifice her entire night’s sleep for the cause of Phantom’s mental rehabilitation, which as it stood, she wasn’t. 

Okay then. Time for plan B.

She pulled her cell phone out of the pocket in her suit’s thigh and opened TikTok, typing Phantom into the search bar.

“What are you doing?” a panicked voice asked.

She shushed him, eyeing past all the debate and theory videos until she found what she was looking for. Then, without so much as looking past her thumb clicking on the thumbnail, she shoved her phone in Phantom’s face.

He watched what sounded like some sort of compilation video with eyes expanding to comical proportions. Whatever weird fast “breathing” he’d been doing before was picking up again, and if it weren’t for Valerie’s adept reflexes, he probably would have swiped her phone out of her hands when he made to lunge for it.

“Nuh-uh!” Valerie said, holding her phone back.

“That can’t be right!” Phantom said, turning on her. “I swear, it’s not me!”

“It’s from a month ago, glow-boy!” she said. “There’s literally thousands of videos of you on here from the past year!”

He halted, his body growing rigid. “The past…how long?”

“Year,” Valerie repeated. She clicked another video and turned up her volume in time for the video Phantom to say a truly god-awful pun.

“Year?” Phantom’s voice was breathy. He wasn’t looking at the phone anymore, but Valerie could see him flinch at hearing his voice. “But that…no, that can’t be right.”

“I think your brain is having a hardware issue,” video Phantom said. “Have you tried turning it off and turning it back on?”

“You just don’t understand my BRILLIANCE!” a nasal voice screeched.

“Technus, your brain is slower than an Internet Explorer loading screen. I wouldn’t exactly call that brilliant.”

The Phantom in front of her shook his head incessantly. “That’s not me. It can’t be.” However, his voice sounded anything but convincing.

“It obviously is. What, you think I just made up a bunch of videos to confuse you?” Valerie snorted. “Give me a break.”

“But…I’ve only been a ghost for a few weeks! See? That can’t be me.”

A few weeks?

But that’s…

Valerie swiped down to the next video, this one a close-up of Phantom’s face grinning down at the camera below. He brought his gloved hands up behind his pointed ears like moose antlers, sticking his tongue out as he did. His white fangs poked out of the corners of his lips, his smile stretching until he broke into laughter.

The Phantom before her was sheet white.

“I’m only a few weeks old,” he begged quietly, hiding his eyes behind his hands as if Valerie’s phone screen was displaying imagery too horrific to look at. “This is impossible. I’ve been in the Infinite Realms. It’s…this is…no…”

“Phantom, I’ve known you for months.” Valerie leaned in, but as if sensing her, he reeled back, curling into himself.

“Is that how everyone knew who I was?” Phantom peered up from his hands. 

“Who?”

“The other ghosts. They…they acted like they knew me. Like I should know them. But I’d never met them before.”

Valerie didn’t know what ghosts he was talking about specifically, but she had a general idea. “You have. You do know them.”

Phantom reached for her phone again, and this time Valerie let him have it. But, to her amusement, when he jabbed his finger at her screen, nothing happened.

“You have to take your gloves off.”

Phantom’s brows furrowed, and he surveyed his hands as if seeing the gloves for the first time.

“Do they come off?” he asked himself mildly.

“They do,” Valerie answered, even though she was sure he didn’t expect her to. And sure enough, at his look, she explained, “I’ve seen you do it before.”

“Oh.” 

He handed her phone back to gently peel the white hazmat gloves from his suit. To his shock, but not Valerie’s, as soon as they left the vicinity of his aura, they simply dissolved into a green goo that began falling like rain before evaporating into the air.

“So that’s how that works,” he mused.

On one of his hands was the faint green glow of lightning that spindled up his wrists and disappeared into his suit. It was something that Valerie had seen before but never had the balls to ask about. Considering how much Phantom didn’t seem to know about, well, anything, she was sure as shit not getting that answer tonight either.

But on his other wrist was something interesting. And it was a small, skin-tight metal wristband.

“What’s that?” Valerie nodded toward the wristband.

“Huh?” Phantom asked, following her eyes to the bracelet. “Oh, I don’t know. I woke up with it, so I must have died in it. It’s how our outfits work, I think. Well, until you get powerful enough to change your appearance.”

Valerie filed away that bit of ghost lore for later. Her Phantom was never so forthcoming about the inner workings of ghosts as this. 

“No, you didn’t. I’ve never seen that before, and I’ve seen you with your gloves off.”

“Well, I don’t remember. Maybe I was starting to figure out how to change my appearance before I got like this?” He reached for the phone, clearly uninterested in talking about a silly bracelet when his entire world seemed to be imploding.

Valerie relented, handing it over. But, to his growing agitation and her further amusement again, his fingers had little impact on the screen.

“How the hell do you work one of these?” he growled.

“You might be too cold. What are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to see if I knew that ghost! The metal one that was attacking me in the Realms yesterday!”

Valerie plucked her phone out of his fingers. “Okay, chill. Did he tell you his name?”

“Yeah. Said it about a million times.” He rolled his eyes. “Skulker, greatest hunter in the Ghost Zone. That’s what he said, anyway.”

“Oh, you definitely know him,” Valerie said, while still typing Ghost Skulker into the TikTok search bar. Sure enough, hundreds of videos appeared before her displaying the same annoying face in various poses on her screen. She clicked on one and handed her phone over to him.

His reaction made Valerie wonder if a ghost could jump out of its own skin. “What?! How? How is this possible?”

“I told you, we all know you! You’ve been around for a little while longer than a few weeks, Phantom!” 

She took the phone from his fingers. Just in time too, because he looked about ready to kneel over.

Could ghosts faint? As soon as the question popped into her mind, she realized that she didn’t want to test that theory. She barely knew what to do when a human fainted, let alone a ghost. And Valerie wasn’t one to start coddling ghosts.

She sighed, then glanced around. “Hey, wanna sit and talk for a minute?” She gestured over to the tall office building nearby. “If you like heights and privacy, I know a good rooftop.”

He squinted as if trying to figure out if he knew that roof. And then Valerie remembered all the nights on patrol, ambushing Phantom on that same building.

She thought back. What had he been doing those nights? 

“Sure,” he said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Right. She didn’t have time to waste on Phantom’s silly actions. She was here for Danny. And somehow, this amnesiac was connected—she was absolutely certain of it.

They flew over and touched down on the roof, Valerie’s hoverboard retracting into her boots. She looked over to see Phantom’s flight tail morph into legs before he cautiously hit the roof as if he were afraid of breaking it. He looked down curiously at the ply and gravel roof before crouching down and…touching it? With his ungloved fingers?

What the hell?

As if noticing her staring, he answered, “Everything here feels weird. It’s missing that charge.”

“Charge?”

He glanced back at Valerie. “Yeah, the charge from the ectoplasm.”

“You can feel that?”

“You can’t?” 

Okay…yet another weird thing to file about ghosts. Apparently, they had some sort of sixth sense for ectoplasm.

It was like every single word out of this idiot’s mouth left Valerie with more questions. For a moment, she wondered if that was on purpose. If he was using his classic ghostly manipulation to try to distract her from asking about Danny.

But then, she looked back down at him rubbing the grains of rock and pebble between his fingers, and yeah…no freaking way this was an act. Her Phantom was an idiot, but not this stupid.

So what the hell was going on?

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#danny phantom #ectoimplosion2023 #phicc #my writing #the fog around us

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Weird DP x DC Dream I had

Just had a dream that Danny and Ellie let Batman set them up with a home base in exchange for them following his rules when they do vigilante stuffs in Gotham.

It was their first night on patrol and Danny was meeting with Superman? And Superman was interrogating him? Concerned for him? Idk. But he was feeling weaker around Danny so he was worried about that but never directly asked if he had Kryptonite or anything on him. (Wtf)

The Weirdest part was the end when Danny got back to their appartment (that the Bat set up for them). He comes in and starts ranting to Ellie, who is still in her vigilante garb (which, idk where my brain got the idea for it but it looked cool as hell! I may draw it later if I can remember it enough), about how weird Superman was being and how tired he is and he doesn't even realize Batman in in the room. When he does and the Bat makes himself known, he wants a debrief. After that he pulled out a Giant fukin Watermelon and proceeds to pull Damian fukin Wayne out of it. He's unconscious and Batman is holding him up like a fuckin fish he just cought, by his ankles! And with no other context he smiles and asks Danny, "Do you think you're ready for this?" While looking between the two. And they were on the roof now? And Jason was there in his civvies and a domino??

....And then I woke up

And I will never know what the fuck that was about 😔

It felt like I accidentally skipped a chapter in a fic and then refreshed the page and the fic was gone forever 😭

I'm so fuckin tired 😩

#dc x dp #dp x dc #weird dreams #dani phantom #danny phantom #im so tired #the Superman plot sounded like it was going somewhere but the brain fog is rolling in and i can't remember much of it #why was Jason there?!?! #why the hell was Damien in a watermelon?? #in his civvies btw #Jason was more concerned about whatever the “the plan” was #BRO BATMAN IS HOLDING HIS CHILD BY THE ANKLES WITH ONE HAND LIKE A PROUD FISHERMAN #brain fog is preventing me from remembering anything about Danny's suit except for the fact that he had a full spiderman type mask #had the big Miles eyes but was just full black and he had and black hood too

[localectoslurper]

I'm having a Windows Vista moment right now, so here's Danny having his own

#god I hate brain fog #I feel like I'm an Internet Explorer tab that's been re-loaded 50 times because it refuses to process the request you've given it #get souped! #danny phantom #my art #kleki #digital art #doodle

[svtskneecaps]

FRIENDS I HAVE BEEN PLAYING WITH SOME OF THE QSMP MODS AND I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

BEHOLD THESE THREE PARTICULAR BLOCKS FROM THE FRAMEDBLOCKS MOD!!!!! FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, THE "FRAMED SECRET STORAGE", THE "FRAMED DOOR", AND THE "FRAMED ONE-WAY WINDOW"

FRAMED SECRET STORAGE, A BLOCK WITH SOME STORAGE THAT CAN BE CAMOUFLAGED TO LOOK LIKE WHATEVER BLOCK YOU DESIRE!!!! WANT TO BUILD YOUR WHOLE HOUSE OUT OF CHESTS AND STILL MAINTAIN AESTHETIC?? GO FOR IT!! HAVE SECRET CONTRABAND BUT NEED EASY ACCESS? HIDE IT RIGHT IN YOUR WALLS!!!

THE FRAMED DOOR, ABLE TO BE CUSTOMIZED TO LOOK LIKE A WALL!! THE TOP AND BOTTOM CAN BE ASSIGNED BLOCKS INDEPENDENTLY!!

SECRET TUNNEL!!!!!!!!!

THE FRAMED ONE-WAY WINDOW!! ANY ONE SIDE OF THIS BLOCK CAN BE MADE TRANSPARENT, INCLUDING THE TOP AND BOTTOM!!! the transparency can also be REMOVED, so if your friend forgets to look at the name of the block their crosshair is on, YOU CAN TOTALLY PRETEND IT'S A TOTALLY NORMAL SOLID BLOCK AND ADD THE TRANSPARENCY ONLY WHEN NECESSARY >:D

NEEDLESS TO SAY, I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHEN THE PARANOID MEMBERS WITH MANY SECRETS AND MANY THINGS TO HIDE DISCOVER THESE BLOCKS HEHEHEHEHEHE. AS SOMEONE WHO LOVES AND CHAMPIONS ESPIONAGE THIS CONSTITUTES AN ABSOLUTE WIN

#qsmp #I LOVE ESPIONAGE I LOVE SECRETS I LOVE HIDDEN PASSAGES #HOHOHOHOEHOEHOEHOEHOHEHOE #reading through the mod notes apparently if you use phantom membrane on a block it allows you to walk through it like ghost blocks #how FUCKIGN DOPE IS THAT #THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKIGN EXCITED LIKE ACTUALLY I LOVE ESPIONAGE AND SECRETS AND HIDEY HOLES SO MUCH #if mr badboy 'paranoia incarnate' halo stops being deceased i hope he discovers these blocks bc he'd go CRAZY #cellbit would also like DAMN like DAMN #imagine if he'd been able to conceal the security door in the fear room behind a door that looked the same as the wall #jaiden being able to see through the fog using the waterframes couldn't have revealed the door >:D #this is so COOL this is so DOPE i'm in tears i love espionage i hope someone finds these blocks soon #also don't mind that you can't see my hand in any of the screenshots i found a scarf that gives me invisibility #WHICH IS ALSO FUCKING DOPE #the artifacts mod is actually so OP like genuinely #i have bunny slippers that make me jump the height of three fences and take 0 fall damage (i make bunny noises when i'm hit too >:D) #i have a snorkel that gives me 15 seconds of water breathing every time i surface for air #i have night vision goggles AND i have a CLOUD IN A JAR that gives me a DOUBLE JUMP so combine that with the bunny slippers and :DDDDD #and NONE OF THESE have durability and i can have them on AT ALL TIMES unless they conflict in slots ofc like no two in the head slot or smt #tho this is assuming that i downloaded the correct mod (i would have grabbed it from seeing it in a tooltip on a stream so jury's out) #(i don't remember what stream either lmao) #but yeah assuming these items exist on the server they're so fucking cool; i'm assuming they'll pop up in a shop later #since i haven't seen people find many yet #anyway not to be a fucking nerd or anything lmfao just got a lil excited #long tags #shut up vic #block game brainrot

[romaheroic]

🎭

#forgotten indigo #cassius #julius tear #my art #romas art #roma's art #my ocs #roma's ocs #friends oc #friends ocs #phantom of the opera #this is just a little doodle of my favorite men being fruity :> #stabbyness #TTRPG #Sentiment TTRPG #Sentiment #fog

[merge-conflict]

#cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #phantom liberty #big buildings in the fog hits all of my internal alarms #it's just Not Right #had a client job in jersey city once and was on the 40th ish floor looking out against a wall of fog from the windows #it was the eeriest environment i've ever had to pretend to work in

[aetherus-aesthetics]

𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓮 🪦

"-Ghosts do not haunt with any face

That we have known; they only come

With arrogance to thrust at us

Our own omissions in a room." Elizabeth Jennings, Ghosts

#ghost core #paranormal core #paranormal #ghost #ghost moodboard #phantom #dark mood board #dark aesthetic #candles #cemetary #graveyard #supernatural #eerie aesthetic #eerie #gloomy #abandoned house #statue #angel #fog

[wingedflight]

Ectober: Dread

A part of the Paulina Phantom AU.

“I am not going to be stuck like this forever,” she told Danny when the accident first happened, when her hair turned white and her clothes ice-blue. She had looked in a mirror and seen a stranger staring back and declared that this was not going to be her reality for long. 

But it turns out it isn’t so easy to reverse your own half-death. Turns out this isn’t the kind of problem you can throw money at to escape, and there isn’t any easy undo button. And maybe there are upsides, maybe it’s not so bad to be a superhero with fawning fans… 

It doesn’t help the dread, the chills down her back, when she picks up a mirror these days. Because what is she supposed to do about the fact that the stranger’s face is starting to look far more familiar than her own?

👻👻👻👻

This October, @marzfartz and I have split the prompts between us with the intention of creating non-stop Paulina Phantom content! Check out the #paulina phantom au tag for more!

#eh23 #ectoberhaunt23 #paulina phantom au #danny phantom #day 11 #dread #eh science #sorry i'm late i've had the covid #still do in fact so if this thing makes no sense #its because my brain is still fog central

[nightwanderers12081]

Wanted to talk about the first idea for Ecto Implosion since it never came into fruition ^^

So we were actually paired with @duchi-nesten originally! Originally The Fog around us was meant to be very mystery coded, which majority of the fic being Phantom and Red working together to try and figure 2 things:What happened to Phantom's memories, and Where the hell was Danny Fenton

Also yes, the fic was a grayghost fic BABNSNS

We remember starting to make a small road map of how the investigation would go, We're not gonna post it here incase our system and/or kad ever decide to revisit the idea and actually make it via writing, art, or any other medium ^^

We DO want to mention that despite the fact that this never happened due to reasons we can't disclose, We absolutely ADORE the version Lex has wrote, they did a phenomenal job and our system couldn't have asked for a better author to pick this up, This post was just because we wanted to shed light on the original because we thought it deserved some love to ^^ ~ The Nightwanderers

#danny phantom #dp #silly thoughts #the fog around us og content #danny fenton #valerie gray #grayghost

[the-random-phan]

My holiday truce gift for @dashing-through-ecto !!

The prompt was:

"Deep in the woods, the trio discovered a body."

Sketches and alternate idea under the cut!

#SO MUCH FOG #hehe #the forest was my fav part and I really like how it turned out #only for it to mostly get covered :( #idk who the body is 🤷‍♂️ #i had fun w this!! #the other prompts were rly cool but i sat down to sketch ideas for this one first so it won :3 #danny phantom #dp #sam manson #tucker foley #holiday truce #holiday truce 2022 #phandom holiday truce #phandomholidaytruce #2022 holiday truce #thats a dirt smudge on tuckers cheek not facial hair (i realized it might look like that as i typed tags heh) #my art

[thesoulspulse]

Don't let his simple attire or young appearance fool you, for Albion is a powerful spirit who controls fog and mist to protect the sacred land of Avalon. He also assists King Oberon, ruler of the Fair Folk, and the Lady of the Lake, Nimue, as well by preventing unworthy/evil mortals from finding their domains...

Anyone caught in his mists can either suffer a number of terrible fates or find themselves exactly where they need to be through Albion's gentle guidance. Some are lost in it forever, tormented by visions of the things or people they desire always out of reach. Others find themselves in uncharted lands where there's no hope of returning to their homes ever again or in worse cases in the middle of enemy territory. And finally, if all else fails, they are trapped in an eternal slumber as their mortal bodies grow weaker and weaker until all their strength is gone.

As for those with good hearts and a noble spirit, Albion will help them find their way to the other side of the mist through visions/dreams/illusions, taking great care to make sure they don't get lost like so many others. Sometimes he'll even appear before them directly which is a great honor. Albion is a calm and serene being who does not harbor any resentment towards humans. In many cases, he pities them and tries to end things quickly if they are deemed a threat. Otherwise Ablion prefers to confuse any intruders and misdirect them so they end up right back where they started, eventually giving up on whatever venture led them to try to cross the barrier of fog and mist meant to keep such mortals away.

Albion was even there when Morgaine brought the dying King Arthur to Avalon where his body was laid to rest. And whenever he's not fulfilling his duties to uphold the barrier between the mortal realm and theirs, Albion enjoys traveling all over the world, observing its natural beauty. Sometimes, when he's feeling a bit playful he'll use his power to mess with wayward travelers in forests, near lakes, across open fields, or high up in the mountains but it's usually all in good faith so no one gets hurt. Not unless said traveler turns out to have some nefarious purpose for being there because then all bets are off.

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NcgP7b-EAk

#danny phantom #danny phantom oc #the mists of avalon #avalon #oberon #lady of the lake #arthurian legend #arthurian lore #arthurian fantasy #mist and fog #spirit #oc #original character #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse #danny phantom fanart