#dp side hoes week

[lexosaurus]

Danny Phantom Side Hoes Week 2024

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN! After a week of relentless campaigning, voting, of blood, sweat, and tears, here are the TOP VOTED side characters you all wanted to see more of this year!

March 3: Wulf, missed moments March 4: Jazz Fenton, university times March 5: Super Danny (from Identity Crisis), domestic / off duty March 6: Jack Fenton, nostalgic March 7: Dani Phantom, self defense March 8: Nocturn, creation March 9: Cujo, treasure

As you can see from this list, this year's #1 Side Hoe is Cujo! What a good boy! We wish him all the doggy treats this March 2024!

You can make fics, art, music, crossovers, crochet, amvs, memes—really, whatever you want! Just be sure to tag your work with #dp side hoes week 2024 so everyone can find it!

The event runs Sunday, March 3rd to Saturday, March 9th. Have fun!

[Also, HUGE thank you to @stealingyourbones for helping with the event and making the graphics for the calendar! Grab the high res character images here!]

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2024 #dp side hoes week #calendar #prompts #phandom #art event #writing event #fandom event

[gettingwormed]

Just a doodle for Day 3! Super Danny 👻

He’d be a big comic nerd imo

#he’d never take that damn hazmat suit off #and the cape is under the sweatshirt #fanart #danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2024 #dp side hoes week #danny phantom fanart #art #super danny

[papiliomame]

DP Side Hoes Week 2024:

Jazz Fenton - University Times

Jazz tries to catch the next bus or the next lecture. She also has a pet blob ghost which she takes with her in secret. The blob ghost wants to catch one of the falling items, too bad that they also throw other things out of the bag when trying to do so.

My first thought with this prompt:

Time for Lofi Girl Jazz! Wait... I already did that with her, lol.

#dp side hoes week 2024 #dp side hoes week #jazz fenton #university times #blob ghost #fanart #my art #digital illustration #danny phantom

[stealingyourbones]

The calendar pixelated the shit out of some of my drawings for Danny Phantom Side Hoes Week of 2024 organized by the wonderful @lexosaurus! feast your eyes on the high res versions of my cursed creations:

#dp side hoes week #dp side hoes week 2024 #danny phantom #bones art #y’all I spent so many hours on this behold #writing event #art event

[dashing-through-ecto]

So folks, its SideHoesWeek 2023 and for the third day we have one of my favorite characters, Clockwork with the prompt memories!

The SideHoesWeek is hosted by @lexosaurus (<- coolest person)

I'm using this prompt to express my thoughts on this cryptic timelord!

The concept of CW having to actively prevent Danny from experiencing things and having the 'wrong' memories (which will lead him to the 'wrong' decisions later in life) is so fascinating to me. It's so interesting to think, that CW not only knows how important Danny is for the continuation of the chosen timeline, but also how detrimental any decisions Danny can make, could be for all sentient beings on earth and the infinite realms.

Also thinking about, how CW would be the only one in all of existence to ever know about those memories that he has to prevent Danny from making. It's a deeply unsettling thought. CW is incredibly overpowerd and he could erase anything from existence if it was an obstacle to his narrative, and no one would ever know.

Under the cut are some variations of the Picture above, without the text &lt;3

#danny phantom #clockwork #dashing-art #dp side hoes week 2023 #dp side hoes week #I love this messed up Time God Ghost #Clockwork my beloved

[squirrellysketches]

dp side hoes day something: aunt alicia

ft maddie fenton

#dp side hoes week #dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #fanart #my art #digital art #aunt alicia #maddie fenton #aged down #sisters

[half-deadmagicperson]

Super Danny | Off-Duty

Fun Danny is trying to get Super Danny to loosen up and relax more by playing videogames 🎮

#danny phantom #dp #dp side hoes week 2024 #dp side hoes week #super danny phantom #identity crisis #fun danny #phart

[scarletsaphire]

#dp side hoes week #i am scheduling this post every day for the next seven days. #i am GETTING him on the calendar even if i have to resort to bribes

[cosette141]

To Be A Hero | Danny Phantom fanfic

Fandom: Danny Phantom Author: cosette141 Words: 22k Summary: Danny has always known the consequences should he be captured by the Guys In White, but now Tucker is going to learn firsthand just what the stakes are for his superhero friend and what it really means to be a hero. (not slash) hurt/comfort AO3 (fully finished on AO3!)

For "Day 1: Tucker Foley/Power Up". I've been following along with the DP side hoes event going on by @lexosaurus but my muse isn't here right now. Hope its ok to include a past fic that fits the theme. If that's not cool, I can remove the tag. :)

Chapter One

Danny wiped cold sweat from his brow, and leaned against the building behind him. He pressed his hands on his knees, panting as he floated in mid-air around the tenth story of an apartment complex. Moonlight cast his snow-white hair in a sheen glow, and glinted off the Fenton thermos in his hand. He lifted his head, and asked, between gasps, "Was that… the last… one?"

The Fenton Phones crackled in his ear, and Tucker pulled out his PDA, the light glinting in the darkness where he and Sam stood on the street below. "Check, and check." He yawned audibly and canted his head back toward where Danny hovered. "Finally."

"Great," muttered Sam, muffling her own yawn with her hand. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the pavement. "Now, can we please go to bed?"

"Ghost fighting first, sleep later, Sam." tsked Tucker. "You know the—" He made an oof sound over the headsets and Danny was pretty sure he saw Sam land her elbow into his gut. "Okay, sleep it is." They both picked up their scooters from the sidewalk.

Danny sighed in his own exhausted relief and pushed off the building to fly home. "Thank god. I thought this night would never—"

Danny's words were cut harshly off as something hard and sharp struck him in the stomach. It sliced across his skin, cutting the suit and into his abdomen. He cried out, the force of the hit driving him backward into the apartment building, shattering a window.

"Danny!"

Dazedly, Danny heard his friends shouting at him through the Phones, but his head pounded far too much to hear anything through the muddled pain. He raised a hand to his head, groaning. He barely had time to realize he was falling toward the pavement.

-.-.-.

"Danny!"

Tucker and Sam ducked as the broken glass from the window Danny slammed into showered down on them. Tucker felt Sam grab his jacket sleeve and yank him out of the downpour.

"Danny," whispered Sam breathlessly, eyes glued to the falling figure of their best friend. Tucker picked himself off the ground and ran.

He caught Danny just in time, nearly bridal-style, but Danny's altitude forced his weight into Tucker and they both slammed into the pavement.

Tucker cringed, his head nearly whiplashing on the ground. His back took most of the fall. He felt Danny's dead weight on his chest, pinning him down. Tucker lifted his head off the ground, ignoring that his hat didn't follow. Danny's head rested on his chest, but his eyes weren't open. He was out cold.

"Danny?" asked Tucker frantically, pressing a finger into Danny's forehead. "Dude? You… you okay?"

Danny didn't respond.

Tucker heard Sam's pounding footsteps behind him at the same moment he suddenly felt wet. He glanced down, realizing a green ooze was leaking over himself and the pavement.

Ectoplasm.

His heart shot into a frenzy. Danny was bleeding. A lot. "Danny!" he almost shouted. He grabbed his friend's shoulder and shook it, hard. "Dude, wake up!"

"Is he okay?" came Sam's panicked voice. She reached out and started to carefully pull Danny off of Tucker's chest. Danny's weight was freezing, and warm air quickly filled its place as Sam transferred him to the ground. The moment she did, white light encased Danny's waist, changing Phantom back to Fenton.

He still didn't stir.

"Oh my god," she breathed, eyes drawn to the growing pool of dark blood. But even in the darkness, they could tell the green ectoplasm was beginning to turn crimson.

Tucker pulled himself onto his knees, ignoring the fact that he was practically covered head to toe in Danny's blood. He looked at his friend, now noticing the sizable gash from where his shirt exposed it; the cut was nasty, still bleeding now-red blood onto the pavement. Tucker's heart cantered. "He's… he's okay." He looked panicked at Sam. "He's okay, right?"

Sam responded by slapping Danny on the face. "Danny!"

Danny flinched.

Both Tucker and Sam released a breath as his eyes flickered open. He coughed lightly, groggily lifting his head. His hand sluggishly found his side and he winced, looking down at it. His eyes widened at the blood. "Ugh… wha' hit me?"

Trying to ignore the slur in his words, Tucker swallowed hard. "I… I don't know."

"Yeah," muttered Sam, briefly looking toward the sky. "What the hell did hit you?"

Danny lifted a hand and gingerly touched the wound. The moment his fingers made contact, he gasped and tore them away.

"Crap," muttered Sam.

"What?" asked Tucker, a slight whine entering his voice.

"Danny's not in ghost form," she said, looking at him. "He heals faster in ghost form."

"Still heal pretty fast as a human," said Danny sleepily. He shut his eyes and his head slowly titled toward the ground.

"No!" Sam slapped his cheek again and he snapped his eyes open. "No sleeping, Danny!"

Danny lazily rolled his eyes at her. "Bossy."

"Look, we have to get this taken care of." said Sam, turning to Tucker. "My house is further than FentonWorks. Jazz has a first aid kit in her room—we'll have to wake her up."

Danny groaned. "No, guys—I'll… I'll heal fine, okay? If we tell Jazz she's just gonna… gonna fuss all over me…"

"Danny, you sound drunk," snapped Sam. "You are not fine."

"I'm with your girlfriend on this one, dude," added Tucker. He ignored the "I'm not his/She's not my girlfriend" responses from his friends and risked another look down at the blood. "Um, dude, can you walk?"

Danny bit his lip, then tried pushing himself off the ground. He yelped and fell back to the pavement. "That's a no," he said, barely audibly.

Tucker and Sam helped pull Danny slowly and carefully to his feet, sharing his weight between them. They started their slow walk toward FentonWorks. Danny cringed with every step, dragging his feet. Too bad he's not in ghost form, thought Tucker. He was far lighter as a ghost.

Danny's head hung low over his chest, his breathing loud and labored. "Agh—damn, that… that stings—" His face was pinched and white.

"We're almost there, dude," said Tucker quickly. They made it to the door, and Sam left Danny hanging onto Tucker as she slipped her personal FentonWorks key—not that she was given a personal key—into the lock and opened the door. She rushed back to her two best friends and grabbed her half of Danny's weight.

"Try not to bleed all over your carpet," said Tucker, attempting to lighten the mood.

"I'll keep… that in mind," was Danny's forced reply.

Their journey across the living room and up the stairs—oh, god, the stairs—was painfully slow. By the time they reached Jazz's bedroom door, Tucker's shoulders were burning by how much Danny was leaning on him.

Sam opened Jazz's door and Tucker dragged Danny inside. He wound an arm around Danny's torso, holding him as upright as he could manage without Sam. He watched as the goth shook Jazz awake.

"Jazz," she hissed to the sleeping redhead.

"No—a B?" mumbled Jazz sleepily. "But I studied—"

"Jazz!"

Jazz shot upright, whipping her head toward Sam and clutching her blanket close to her chest. "Wha—Sam?" She rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Three a.m.," said Sam quickly. "Look, we need to know where you keep that extensive first aid kit."

Jazz's eyes immediately sharpened. "Why? What's wrong? Where's Danny?"

"'M right here, Jazz," mumbled Danny, in a much less sober voice than he had a minute ago. Tucker shook him slightly, making him blink his eyes open wider.

"Danny!" she hissed. Jazz jumped out of bed and rushed over to him, turning on a dim lamp with a click. "What—oh my god, Danny, what happened to you?!"

"Shh!" chided Sam. "We don't need your parents busting in here!"

Jazz ignored her, staring at the now-red stains on Danny's t-shirt. Tucker led Danny to Jazz's bed and relieved his burning arm from its duty. Danny fell back on the comforter with a cringe.

"'S not that bad, guys," whispered Danny to the room. "I heal fast."

"Not in human form, you don't!" snapped Sam. Her face was whiter than normal, and Tucker could tell she was shaking.

"Still faster than normal," Danny tried.

Jazz pulled a big, white first aid box out from underneath her bed, unwinding a roll of gauze. "I told you to tell me when you were going out patrolling, Danny!"

"I was with Sam and Tucker," whined Danny vaguely, cringing as Jazz lifted his shirt away from his wound. The cut was jagged and still bleeding fresh blood. Tucker resisted the urge to gag.

"Yeah?" said Jazz. "And look at what happened to you!"

"I don't even know what happened to me," said Danny, then gasped as Jazz dabbed antiseptic over the cut. Danny's hand fisted in the comforter.

"It was weird," said Tucker distantly. "Something hit him. But I have no idea what it was or where it came from."

"Holy crap, Tuck!" said Sam suddenly. She lifted the corner of the sleeve of his shirt. He looked down and realized he was still drenched in Danny's ectoplasm, nearly head to toe. Sam's fingers seemed to find the only patch of his shirt that wasn't dripping in glowing green.

"Aw, man!" whined Tucker, pulling off his hat, just now remembering how much his clothes have been destroyed. His hat seemed mostly untouched by the ghost-blood, and he heaved a sigh of relief and placed it back on his head. He glanced down at his arms, his face turning nearly a matching shade of green."Ugh, it's gonna take, like, six showers to get this stuff out…"

"Sorry, Tuck," said Danny softly, visibly trying to keep his eyes open.

"Well," said Jazz, wrapping the gauze around Danny's torso. "The bleeding seems to be slowing down."

"Told you," said Danny quietly. His eyes drooped. "C'n we go to sleep now?"

Jazz's face softened at the little-boy quality in his face. "Sure, little brother. But you have to let me take a look at that in the morning."

Tucker and Sam walked Danny back to his bedroom; he was still too exhausted to phase through the wall. He dropped on his bed gracelessly, releasing a gasp of pain.

Sam's hand shot for his shoulder. "Danny, are you sure you're okay?"

Danny groaned, cracking one eye open, meeting Sam's. Tucker shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling—again—like the the third wheel of his two best friends. He fought the urge to whistle casually when Danny said, "You don't have to worry so much. I'll be fine, Sam."

Sam's hand lingered on his shoulder for a moment more, then she took it back and she and Tucker turned to go. His voice hoarse and quiet, Danny said, "Thanks, guys."

Tucker and Sam shared a knowing look. Tucker shrugged, grabbing Danny's door to pull it shut. Meaning every word, Tucker said, "What are friends for, dude?"

-.-.-.-.

"Damn it, he's gone."

Agent K glared at the tracker in his hands, monitoring the heat signatures below him. They'd been locking into Phantom's freezing signature moments ago. Their weapon had hit him head on, then he disappeared. K looked down over where he hovered above the street, only seeing a couple of teenagers up way past their bedtime. He turned toward his partner. "Did you get it?"

Agent O held out a hand, waiting for the small silver disc to land in his palm. Moonlight glinted off the metal as they floated in their sleek, Guys In White brand hovercrafts. Agent O looked down at the disc. Its blades were slick with fresh ectoplasm. He held it up in the moonlight, grinning sickly at Agent K.

"Oh," he said. "I got it." He looked down after where Phantom disappeared into the shadows of the alley. "That ghost kid might have disappeared tonight, but by tomorrow, he's ours."

-.-.-.

Fully completed over on AO3! (Link at top underneath summary!)

Here’s also a link to an animatic for this fic done by the incredible @aanau of chapter 4 (so don’t watch till you read chapter 4 or you’ll be spoiled!!! ;) ) thank you again for making such an amazing animatic of the fic!!! I cherish it so much! <3

#danny phantom #dp #dp fic #dp side hoes week 2023 #tucker foley power up #tucker foley #danny fenton #phicc #phic #dp fanfic #dp fanfiction #hurt/comfort #danny and tucker #friendship #no slash #giw #guys in white #dp side hoes week

[ei-w]

Side Hoes Week 2023 - Fright Knight, invasion

(there is a drawing connected to it which in its process as making it, inspired me to write this) (ao3)

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Fright Knight slowly neared his King, who seemingly was ignorant of the happenings around her — or at least not perceiving his presence immediately at this very moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked in a low, carefully inquiring voice, already knowing how she would reply: telling again the exact words that she had done several times already when he had doubted the reasonability of her plans.

Finally, it looked like her focus drifted back to reality. Her shoulders moved with a soft breath. "I will not call off the invasion if that's what you are implying, knight." She turned to him a little, voice like a snap.

If ever there was a chance to alter the enfolding happenings and lead them in another direction, then it was this moment. He could sense it, too. But it shattered.

The sharp tension in the air echoed across the entire realm for a while, like a dark cloud could have fallen over their reality — even the weaker beings could feel it. Beyond Fright Knight, though, they mistook it for the current delicate state when everything appeared to be a snap away from sinking into total chaos. But, in fact, it was already over. The moment to pull back everything to a prior setting (before her) passed. War was set.

An odd aura vibrated from her — fear — seeping through her best attempt to hide it. Yet it was palpable for him (for someone especially tangible whose main element was to detect such 'weaknesses').

There was a brief second — best described as dead quietness within them — then she vaguely glanced at him. Fright Knight summoned back the otherwise unallowed groping in her aura. This time, she did not make any comment about his unwished digging. Instead, she fixed her armour, ending her short-timed spacing out or mental preparation for the battle.

She then left behind everything that must have bothered her. Within a flash of light, that visibly fragile form shaped into the one that no one dared to cross: his King, the cursed tyrant.

Fright Knight eyed her, the change in her features as revenge took over her thinking and as every remnant hope to save her dissolved. She would fall, today, despite the marching army that served their monarch no matter what, following her orders without minding the consequences.

Stubbornness defined her always, leading her to see nothing else in her ruling but victory and scheduled annihilation over lands that yet refused to yield. Her decay was unavoidable, set in the gears of time, in a countdown, and the glint of her fear must have told her, too — even when she couldn't grasp it yet. But it was there. Betray was cast. His betrayal was cast.

As much as he could, Fright Knight tried to make her think twice, to consider the total invasion at least, but it was a lost cause — from the beginning actually, he finally came to see it, too. So then, it set now: King Dark would fail by her choice.

For her rescue, to save what was (hopefully) still possible to preserve from her (her life, human soul beneath the skin of what was shown to everyone else beyond him and what must have been once in her before), as King, she had to fall.

"Shall we go then?" she asked him and swirled the crown around her gloved fingers that until now leisurely rested in her hand.

As Fright Knight moved in her order, fate sealed. From this point, it was only a matter of time for her to be defeated — in exchange for saving what remained despite her reign and ensuring the existence of any after-life.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #connected drawing linked #fright knight #king dark #pariah dark #dp au #dp side hoes week 2023 #dp side hoes week

[lilianade-comics]

SELF-DEFENSE (DP Side Hoes Week 2024)

Me posting this like Dani is a side character and not the protagonist in my brain lol

#dp side hoes week 2024 #danny phantom #dani phantom #danielle phantom #comics #tw blood #tw dismemberment

[lexosaurus]

Danny Phantom Side Hoes Week 2023

Welcome one, welcome all to this year's DP Side Hoes Week, aka a week in march where we honor all our favorite non-Danny characters from the show!

You all voted, and here were our seven victors!

March 5: Tucker, power up March 6: Wes Weston, revenge March 7: Clockwork, memory March 8: Mr. Lancer, hobbies March 9: Fright Knight, invasion March 10: Aunt Alicia, slice of life March 11: Valerie, wardrobe

You can make fics, art, music, crochet, amvs, memes—really, whatever you want! Just be sure to tag your creation with #dp side hoes week 2023 so everyone can find your work!

The event runs Sunday, March 5th to Saturday, March 11.

Have fun!

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2023 #dp side hoes week #calendar #prompts #fandom event #art event #writing event

[duchi-nesten]

dp side hoes week day 7: Valerie/Wardrobe! (and Cujo bcuz he is my side hoe too even if he didn’t make it to the prompt list)

you ever procrastinate cleaning ur wardrobe by making clothes for a ghost dog that once ruined ur life from the stuff u wanted to throw out? ya me too!

they’re besties ur honor, don’t @ me

Shared Cujostody AU Masterpost

silly gray ghost bonus under the cut because I was procrastinating too

this is what happened later in the evening lmao

they share custody of this dog and he was jealous

#this prompt was made for me because I love drawing valerie in pretty clothes thank you #dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #valerie gray #dp cujo #kad draws #shared cujostody au

[papiliomame]

DP Side Hoes Week 2024:

Dani Phantom - Self Defense

Just a rough sketch today. As a street kid who travels around the world and with her cheeky attitude I imagine she often gets into street fights with the local gangs in big cities. Of course she needs to be careful and not to accidentally transform to conserve energy and to avoid getting on the rader of the GiW.

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2024 #dp side hoes week #dani phantom #self defense #fanart #my art #sketch

[ghoulishautism]

DP SIDE HOES: WULF

Think I went a little too hard for a piece apart of a full week event...ah well! Wulf beloved

#danny phantom #wulf danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2024 #my art

[schnuffel-danny]

day 1- Wulf

#dp side hoes week 2024 #danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #wulf dp