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hugsandchaos · 2 days
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Frostbite: Who hurt you?
Danny, trying to stitch his injury by himself: Do you want a list?
Frostbite: ...Yes.
Danny: Wait, what?
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sykloni · 6 months
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19. Horns
Ectober 2023
This prompt was a good reason to draw Frostbite.
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chasingrabbits-art · 1 year
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DannyMay day 3: Blizzard
Something something go brrrrrr -my friend Egg
I had so much fun with this one, I absolutely love drawing humanoid beasts like Frostbite and Wulf
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norisus · 2 years
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Dad-shaped
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vladdyissues · 1 month
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When I first started watching Danny Phantom, I thought Danny's "ghost sense" came from the fact that many accounts of spirits and other paranormal phenomena report an extreme drop in temperature when such entities are present. So I was like, yeah, that makes sense. Danny's "feeling" ghosts. I thought he was just extra sensitive now, that he was noticing the cold before anyone else, or that the cold ghost energy was condensing around him.
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The idea that the coldness was coming from within Danny, and that it was a side effect of his freeze abilities, perplexed me when it came up in Season 3.
Frostbite: Now, then. Lesson one: stop shivering.
Danny: I-I-I c-c-can't.
F: This is because the cold is contained within you, and ever since you acquired your ghost abilities, you have only been letting it out in small amounts.
D: Like when?
F: Every time you sense a ghost is nearby.
D: My ghost sense? That's been a part of this freeze power all along?
It makes me wonder if Danny's ghost sense originally started out like I suspected, then the writers decided to change things 6 episodes from the end of the show and give him ice powers for the express purpose of defeating Undergrowth in this episode.
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moonsart · 5 months
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My first danny drawing + world’s sleepiest boy
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animalluver8153 · 2 years
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Life Assurance Pt. 5
Everyone has a long night, figuratively and literally.
First &lt;;> Previous <> Next (Final)
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“How was I supposed to know they were all superheroes?” Danny’s voice echoed amongst the ticking and tocking of all the clocks floating in Clockwork’s lair.
“You didn’t think to check before agreeing to save their lives from certain death?”
“I wasn’t thinking anything except giving a grandpa some hope that the teenager in charge of his afterlife had his back.”
“Then you succeeded, didn’t you?” Clockwork had a few of his screens replaying the events of the past few weeks. Danny groaned as a replay of him spilling his guts to the Justice League played in the background.
“I know I’m supposed to wait for the right time for training, but I need help with this summoning business.”
“You know you don’t have to accept the summons. The urge will pass as the summoner gives up on the ritual. Even the most persistent of humans will tire.”
“It’s not that. His family must be worried about him but I can’t leave him here to let them know he’s ok. I need a way to get to and from the ghost zone that isn’t in my parent’s basement. Even if Frostbite will let me use it, the Infi-Map is way too powerful to carry around.” Danny felt weird just holding onto the scroll, it looked inert enough in his hands but he felt it was just waiting for him to wish himself to the dawn of time. “That kid could have taken it out of my hands before I knew it.”
“Precocious, isn’t he?” Clockwork side-eyed the screen with the youngest Wayne brandishing a sword nearly as big as he is.
“If that word means young but dangerous, then yes. I can’t risk the map and flying from Amity to Gotham is not ideal. I know some ghosts can tear open their own portals, Wulf and Cujo can do so naturally and still end up where they want to be. Even my parents had some success making smaller portals fire from the Fenton bazooka.”
Clockwork smiled, and Danny knew he was amused with what he was going to say next.
“What I really need, is time to make this right.”
“How fortunate for you, your mentor has some experience in the matter,” Clockwork raised his glowing light to gesture to his lair. Every clock gave one last tick and stopped. Danny could feel the threads of time stiffen. He hadn’t even realized they were moving, though it seemed obvious in hindsight.
“You have already found and altered the threads of time. Now it’s time to find the folds of space.”
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Frostbite sat in the vault and looked over the data his brethren had compiled. Their unsuspecting guest had been a wealth of discoveries on the acute decay of ectoplasm. It had only been a few hours since his arrival and he was ready to be moved from the stasis tube and to a bed. Only a light sedative would be needed to keep him in a restive sleep. The Great One still had plenty of time to return.
That was the predicament, wasn’t it? It was no secret to the Ghost Zone that the boy had taken on a soul contract. One inherited from Pariah Dark himself. The young man contaminated with ectoplasm was one of the humans he was contracted to protect. The Great One had bemoaned the situation that led to the two collapsing at the edge of his people’s realm. Now he was seeking the counsel of his ancient mentor, hoping that he will return in time to see him home.
The old king had not pretended to care for his thralls, had not even beguiled those who struck a deal with him. He had cared for his power, and had used it to threaten ever-increasing numbers of the living and dead until they too signed their souls away for safety.
Danny was not Pariah, but Frostbite didn’t have the benefit of knowing where Pariah rose. If he had ever been a boy who complained over his responsibilities or made promises with hugs.
Frostbite realized he had been staring at his notes instead of reading them. He set them aside. Before he could decide where to turn his attention, he picked up a familiar scent. The sharp burning smell of reality being circumvented. Danny stood before him, the Infi-Map in hand.
“Frostbite!” the young king wrapped his arms around the arm that wasn’t made of ice before jumping back, “Sorry! I know you just saw me. But it’s been a while, for me.”
Frostbite must have made a face, the Great One was quick to answer it, “It was just a month. Clockwork taught me how to make my own portals. I didn’t want to leave until I got it right.”
“Ah, well then, Great One,” Frostbite picked up his notes again, “Would you like to hear the good news about Jason?”
“Yes! He’s ok? Did he wake up? Clockwork said it was only a couple of hours. What happened?”
Frostbite guided the young monarch back to the medical ward, one of the most powerful relics of the Infinite Realms left on the dais without so much as a backward glance.
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Wayne Manor hadn’t seen a morning this bad in a long time. Light was poking through the slivers of the living room curtains and falling on the figures within. Dick, Barbra, and Duke had gotten there an hour after the ritual. Their exclusion had been a deliberate act on behalf of the more reckless members of the clan. The fighting and crying and accusations had stopped a few hours ago. There was nothing but silence now. No one had slept, but it was wrong to say they were all truly awake.
Tim thought the lack of sleep was getting to him. He was starting to see lightning in the corner of his eyes. When they didn’t go away, he shoved Dick in the shoulder. Understanding the universal language of younger brothers, Dick shoved him back and looked to where Tim was looking.
“Yeah, I’m seeing that too.”
That got the attention of the rest of the family. A split second later a crack of lightning heralded a radioactive green disk appearing in front of the fireplace. A slip of white poked out of it. Fortunately, Damian was very nearly asleep, so Alfred was easily able to hold him back by hugging him tighter. Instead of a shock of white hair, the white was the white of a small cloth attached to a stick.
After a beat, the crowned head of the ghost king emerged from the disk.
“Jason is ok, please do not attack me.”
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Jason was awake. He realized he hadn’t been the second before. He had definitely been asleep, but he had jumped to being awake with no preamble between the two. It wasn’t morning, because there wasn’t any light coming from that one broken blind he’d been meaning to get fixed for the past two years.
He got up, but realized that he failed that. There was a big heavy fur blanket over him. On top of that blanket was Damian. He could just barely see the little brat’s scowl from the glow of the heart monitor next to the bed.
Oh.
A simple finger monitor was attached to his left hand. Other than that, nothing was holding him in place but his little brother. Jason considered knocking him off and getting out of there when he noticed the puff of white coming from his own breath. What kind of hospital was this cold?
“Give them a few more minutes.”
Green light shone from across the room, illuminating the forms of his other family members as he got closer. They were curled up beneath their own blankets, little puffs of their breath almost glowing in the dim light. The face beneath the crown pressed a finger to his lips nodding his head to the other side of Jason’s bed. Alfred had the seat of honor, right next to the bed and leaning his head against the wall. Jason realized he had never seen him like this, disheveled and exhausted.
Everything came back to him then.
“What did you do to me?” He said it quietly as he could, not that it mattered, his family looked dead to the world.
“I possessed you. The same way I possessed the Joker. Something inside you reacted badly to it.”
“Understatement.”
“It’s all we got right now. You responded well to a transfusion. I brought your family here as soon as I could. They were up all night worrying about you.”
Jason wanted to deny it on reflex. Wanted to say they didn’t really care about him. Something stopped him. He tried pinpointing why, but couldn’t. He couldn’t even manage to feel angry. Angry was something he very much should be given everything that was going on. But the anger didn’t come. In fact, he felt, good. Great even.
Maybe he wouldn’t kick Damian off the bed after all.
“I’ll be back with some food for everyone. We can talk with the doctors after.”
“Damian’s a vegan, brat probably won’t eat anything that casts a shadow.”
The king gave a very un-kingly snort, “We have that covered. The yetis are very hospitable.”
“Yetis?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Surprisingly, Jason didn’t.
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declamationark · 3 months
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Post-bad reveal, Danny is forced to flee into the ghost zone and starts to live with Clockwork. However, it was only a matter of time before the shock wears off and Danny begins to suffer the effects of his parents’ rejection (the degree can be anything, whenever they absolutely loathe him or think he’s possessed their son or etc) and his core begins to crack. Clockwork rushes Danny to Far Frozen to be treated, hoping with everything that ever was and ever will be that Danny would defy expectations and not End, despite the numerous possible timelines that lead to it
Major Lost Time honestly, but there’s this fun little idea I have where this leads to the Fenton parents being put in a journey/trial by fire scenario to see past their prejudice against ghosts and accept Danny for who he is, thus healing his fractured core. Clockwork (and the other ghosts, your pick) could pull all the stops having them confront their hatred in a Ultimate Enemy-like confrontation. But all in all, it could also go the route of Danny’s gradual recovery with the help of his loved ones, Clockwork probably could never replace his parents (even with all their flaws, it’s clear that Danny loves them so much) but him and Danny care for each other and maybe just maybe, that’s enough, the world doesn’t have to End, and time changes all things eventually but also heals and washes away wounds, this hurt will have its place someday. Danny gets pulled into a massive group hug the second he’s discharged from the yeti doctors’ care
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Frostdad tag on AO3
i was reading dad!frostbite stories today and realized a thing, so i will say it just in case
the "Frostdad" tag on ao3 gets wrangled to the "Parent Loki (Marvel)" parent tag, so maybe if you want to tag your story as having dad frostbite, perhaps adding the fandom might be a good idea. like instead of just Frostdad, tagging it as "Frostdad (Danny Phantom)"
you don't have to, but i just realized this today as i clicked on the tag in search of more dad frostbite fics
that is all, have a nice day, thanks for all the frosbite fics, i love them :)
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tourettesdog · 1 year
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Some Frostbites
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Frostbite: How did none of you hear what I just said?
Nocturn: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Pariah Dark: I got distracted about halfway through.
Clockwork: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
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hugsandchaos · 10 days
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sykloni · 1 year
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Dannymay 2023
3. Blizzard
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dandelion-blues · 1 month
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Fandom: Danny Phantom, Five Nights at Freddy's: security breach
Summary:
Danny was fourteen when he died. Fourteen when he became a father/brother/cousin to his clone. Fourteen when he defeated Pariah Dark.
Fifteen when his parents rejected him, wanting to tear him apart molecule by molecule. Fifteen when he led a revolution against the GIW after Dani died in his arms. Fifteen when his hometown, his Earth, and the Infinite Realms were forever separated (when Jazz, Sam, and Tucker had to stay behind to live). Fifteen when his home became the infinite realms, and he stayed dead.
Sixteen when he found out he was the prince of the infinite Realms. Sixteen when he found family again, in the ticking clocks and howling tundra. Sixteen when his powers became too great that even his grandfather Clockwork could not see his timeline anymore. Sixteen when he realized that he was still alive, and the land of the dead was fully killing him. Sixteen when his home and family was ripped away from him again. Sixteen when he returned to the living.
Only to find himself in another nightmare with haunted animatronics (at least Danny got to know them before they got infected with a virus). Will Danny be able to save the animatronics, or will he succumb to his haunted past?
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echo-does-art · 18 days
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Finally did one of @tourettesdog's yetis last week, it was nice playing with an extremely limited set of colors for once!
After @green-with-envy-phandom-event when I have more time I'm definitely going to enjoy messing with the build a yeti file :)
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vladdyissues · 3 months
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Frostbite sighed. “This is why living flesh was never meant to house a spectral core. It is an inadequate container beholden to the laws of the mortal world. But it is unfortunately your reality. You must find a way to live with it.”
“But—” Danny clawed for words. “There’s gotta be some way to cancel this out. I mean, ghosts who do syndis aren’t stuck together forever, are they?”
“No. It is possible for two spirits in syndis to break the bond,” Frostbite said carefully. “However, it requires them to be physically separated from one another. And considering that you are living with Plasmius and must continue to do so for the foreseeable future, I do not believe that is an option.”
What little hope Danny had managed to scoop from the dregs of that morning’s washout dissolved with those last eight words.
Vlad sighed, muttering something unintelligible. “Do you have any good news?”
“Actually, I think I might.” Frostbite raised his huge paw. “Come with me.”
Familiar, Chapter 15: Hide
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