#dp zine

[bibliophilea]

Happy 20th anniversary! This is one of the three pieces I did for the @dpfantasyzine April Fool's Zine! The gimmick was all of us submitting the same idea of Danny in orange wizard’s robes! It was such fun to be a part of! This piece was made entirely in MS Paint! It was a lot of phun to make!

Thank you, @ventisettestars, for organizing and formatting this zine!

The other two pieces: music | writing

#danny phantom #danny phantom 20th anniversary #dp zine #danny phantom zine #dp fantasy zine #fantasy #april fools #bib draws #bib work #not a q

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Reality Trip Zine Cover!

The entire AU Zine is available for free >>Here!<< Ao3 Link to all the fics >>Here!<<

Can you identify all the AUs?👀 Answers in image description! I am very honoured to have been chosen for the cover position. The @dpauzine Reality Trip team was awesome to work with and I loved seeing everyone’s work!

ID:

The cover is a two page spread set in Clockwork’s lair, the Long Now. The colour palette is predominantly navy blue, teal, and green with limited yellow accents. The Long Now has a cobblestone floor with the stones radiating out from a central dais on the right side of the page that supports Clockwork’s main viewing portal. In the bottom left corner, half of a large gear protrudes through the floor. A swarm of semi-transparent, light green blob ghosts traverse in a gentle curve across the bottom of the left page. On the right page they are hidden behind clockwork but a few can be seen near the dais’ base.

In front of the viewing portal, Clockwork is reclined in an old-fashioned armchair with his back to the audience, his spectral tail lazily draped across the floor. Holding a TV remote in his outstretched right hand, he looks over his shoulder with a serene, or perhaps even mischievous, grin. His main viewing portal displays the zine title, “Reality Trip”. “A Danny Phantom Zine” appears on the back of his armchair.

Visible beyond Clockwork, and behind his viewer, is a wall of dark gears that vary in size. Behind the gears, small patches of green are visible evoking the ghost zone beyond. The gears take up a majority of the two page spread, arranged roughly in three rows. They are framed by dark blue, crumbling stone columns at the far left edge, slightly left of center, and the far right. The center of each gear displays a different Danny Phantom AU. The AU’s are as follows:

Top row, left to right:

Portal Danny. A stream of ghosts pour out of Danny's chest and mouth. His head is thrown back with solid green eyes. Blue Danny/Phantom starts to look like Dan. Facing right, the top half of Danny’s face is obscured by white, flaming hair. His skin is “blue”, (it is technically teal), he has pointed ears and fangs. Astronaut AU. An astronaut suit posing in front of an American Flag. Mermaid/merman AU. A dark, scaly mer tail twisted over itself with a light fin at the end. Inverse Trio. Tucker is the halfa, Danny is the goth, and Sam is the nerd. The trio is huddled together throwing up peace signs posing for a photo.

Middle row, left to right:

Lab Rat/Dissection Bad End AU. Angst Central. An upward view of Maddie and Jack with tools in hand, seen from the perspective of someone on their dissection table. Wings AU. That phenomenon of people putting wings on characters represented by a disembodied pair of black and white wings floating in a lime green void. Full Ghost. Danny died all the way in the portal accident. His transparent ghost tail is half phased into a patch of freshly dug dirt in front of a headstone, implied to belong to Daniel Fenton. A lone bouquet is laid on his grave. Ghost King. Danny in full royal regalia with the crown of fire hovering over his head and the ring of rage on his hand. The ghost zone and a few floating door behind him. He looks to the side warily mid-action. Hazmat AU. Danny died wearing a big, chunky, OSHA approved, real hazmat suit. He is only visible from chest up with his eyes glowing inside the hood.

Bottom row, left to right:

Ghost Hunger. Two blob ghosts peek out of a BLT sandwich (Blob, Lettuce, Tomato). Corpse AU. Sam, Tucker, and Danny huddled together over a freshly dug pile of dirt in the woods. Danny has a shovel and Sam has a messily rolled up tarp. Clockwork's Apprentice/CW Danny. Danny, facing left, wearing Clockwork’s cloak with the hood up, holding a staff similar to Clockwork’s with a stopwatch at the end. This gear is positioned directly behind, and partially obscured by, Clockwork’s head. Cowboy/Western AU. A blob ghost in a tiny cowboy hat sits on Danny's white cowboy boots. A green lasso rope partially visible at the top right.

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#Danny Phantom #dp #dp au zine #dpauzine22 #Described Images #long post #described #stove on fire #40510 #image id eats my spoons so im late posting this but IT WILL BE DONE #au's chosen based on my ability to clearly convey them in a 1''x1'' circle

[dpfantasyzine]

Socials: Tumblr | tiktok

"Hello, I'm four chickens in a trench coat, I sometimes do art, and have a terminal case of Danny Phantom brainrot. Super excited to be apart of this! :)" -Chicken

#meet the mods #danny phantom #magic au #fantasy au #let’s make danny magical #dp fantasy zine #fandom zine #fanfiction #fanart

[artistfingers]

Chag Sameach [Ao3]

Sam invites a ghost to the annual Manson Hanukkah party, because that's just what you do in Amity Park these days—especially when your new best friend is none other than local ghost hero, Phantom.

This installment of Undercover AU was drawn for the Danny Phantom Reality Trip Zine 2022! 

Read the full free, digital zine of amazing Danny Phantom AU content here and be sure to give the other authors and artists all the love they deserve in the Ao3 collection and across social media—and don't forget our amazing mods and designers over at @dpauzine!

It was so much fun to be part of this project, and to push my comic skills towards pages rather than strips, and to try out a splash of color. ....Even if I initially bit off way more than I could chew with the plot and page count, hahaha. This little Hanukkah story is one I wanted to tell about these kids since last year, and I think it worked out perfectly to create for the RT Zine.

Bonus: the kids in their fancy outfits! I originally wanted to do this comic in color because Danny's color inversion would've been really fun, but I'd already bitten off more than I could chew for the timeframe, so full color didn't make it. :")

#danny phantom #undercover phantom au #undercover comics #reality trip zine 2022 #rt zine 2022 #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #art scribbles #long post #judaism #dp fanart

[dpauzine]

👻 REALITY TRIP: ZINE RELEASE 👻

Reality Trip: A Danny Phantom AU Zine is now available! Thank you so much for your support. 💚 

Our team of contributors have delved far and wide into alternate universes, and we’re excited to provide you a glimpse into their realities. Check out the link below! 🔻

👻 PDF & DIGITAL MERCH LINK: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1fTH6vTjBryfz1Vem-pnaFupJEDTJP6xw?usp=share_link

This is FREE, digital-only, and available to you! Check out 250+ pages of content from 32 artists and 13 writers at the link above.

Thanks again for your support! Our contributors did an amazing job, and we're pleased to be able to present their hard work. Please stay tuned in the future for a potential volume 2! 

Love, Mods Belle, Mel, Nick, and Rad

@faneventshub @all-zine-apps @fandomzines @modnetwork @zineapps @zinefans @zineforall @zine-scene @zinesunlimited @atozines @zinefeed

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom zine #dp #dpauzine22

[dpxdc-worldscollide]

Meet @halfagone our sweet and talented writing mod!

Halfagone is an avid writer, feral reader, and fellow moderator for other DPxDC spaces.

She doesn't know how she got here but more the merrier! Although a multi-shipper at heart, she has a soft spot for Tim/Danny and Cass/Danny.

Her favorite DPxDC trope is "Danny Fenton Is Bruce Wayne's Biological Child", but she's always been a bit feral so maybe it's best not to ask. You can find her works here.

#dpxdc #worldscollidefanzine #dpxdc fanzine #danny phantom #detective comics #dp x dc #dc comics #batman #halfa got here because she made the mistake of telling Dis that she's more than happy to help with the zine and Dis took her up on that #dis has no regrets

[yudamori-art]

My contribution to the @dpfantasyzine 's April fools day mini zine -!! Had a blast drawing this.

#dannyphantom #my art #ghostwriter #danny phantom #dp fantasy zine #april fools #shitpost #comic

[kriber]

because i kept forgetting to do it earlier here are my pieces for the @dpauzine!!!! had a lot of fun working on these lil sticker and emoji sets :) check out the full zine here!

#dpauzine #danny phantom #reality trip zine #inverse trio au #halfa trio au #dp danny #danny fenton #dp sam #sam manson #tucker foley #dp tucker #jay.error

[maebird-melody]

Happy 20th Dannyversary!

This was the song I composed for the April Fool's Phantasy Zine. Can't believe Danny Phantom came out 20 years ago already. Clockwork must be playing tricks on us.

The synth I used when recording this is called "Popcorn" by the way. I just thought you should know that.

#danny phantom #dannypocalypse #mae music #dp phantasy zine #music #danny phantom 20th anniversary #dp joke zine

[surelysilly]

there was a great big flash, and...!

they fear him. what does he want with me? i’m so hungry. no one else is. i don’t know what to do. i’m so, so hungry. dora is nice to me. what is this broken thing? why does time not pass here? i’m hungry. i want more. why am i hungry?

they fear something. everyone is so kind to me. i love it here. they say there is a prophecy. i’m scared. is it about me? i love it here so much. they say he will return one day. i don’t want to fight. i wish i had friends. who am i?

they fear him. they hate us. that’s good. i’m in control. they have to listen to me. i wonder what’s out there beyond these walls. i shouldn’t think that. ti have no real power here. they fear him, not me. what did anyone do wrong?

more of my Halfa Trio AU from years and years ago for @dpauzine! :D

#batpoopart #Danny Phantom #danny phantom au #dp au #halfa trio au #dpauzine #i put way too much effort into such tiny details but this was so much fun to draw!! everyone did such a great job ont eh zine #im so glad i got to put it all together :D

[darthfrodophantom]

In Spite of Everything You’ve Done for Them, Eventually They Will Hate You

Summary: Superheroes have become a nuisance, and after much public outcry and demand, the government has passed a law that requires all superheroes to submit to registration and suppression of their super powers. After identifying Danny Fenton as Danny Phantom, he is now subjected to wearing a monitoring device that no only tracks him, but also cuts him off from his core and his powers. He's been given another shot at college, and he's trying to make the best of it, but is the promise of maybe being an astronaut if he behaves enough of a reward for everything he’s been forced to sacrifice and the emptiness he now feels with his core locked down?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45872107

CW: panic attack

This piece was written for the zine Reality Trip: A DP AU Zine published in 2022.

This zine is full of incredible works of art by so many amazing artists and writers in the phandom, and all the pieces are inspired by Danny Phantom AUs. If you haven't checked it out yet, please do so! You can learn more about it by checking out the tumblr page for the zine @dpauzine

You'll also see that in the zine, this work is partnered with some phenomenal art by @abrielarnold (who also has so many incredible pieces on their tumblr page) so please go check out their work as well!

In Spite of Everything You’ve Done for Them, Eventually They Will Hate You

He staggered out of the room and collapsed onto the floor. He clutched at his chest, hand fisting in his hoodie. His chest tightened. He couldn’t breathe. He felt sick, nauseous. His heart thrummed in his chest in erratic patterns. His whole body grew warm and sweat dripped down his chest and back. In his panic he pulled at his core, hoping for relief. He needed the power and the courage. He squeezed his core. Pulled on it. Tugged it. Wrenched it. Hammered it. Bombarded it. Pleaded with it. Screamed at it. Threw his entire metaphorical weight into it.

But it wasn’t there. It would never be there. It was silent. Unresponsive. Empty.

Gone.

***

Fifteen minutes earlier.

A flurry of text alerts barraged his phone. A quick look showed they were all supportive messages from everyone he cared about. It felt like everyone set some kind of timer to remind themselves to text him: there were too many all at once for him not to be suspicious. They had the same general theme: good luck today, you’ll do great, we know it’s hard and you’ve been through a lot, but we’re excited and proud of you. And even though they all read the same, he stopped walking and took the time to read each one and feel those supportive wishes in his heart before responding. He wouldn’t be where he was without the support of his friends and family.

The texts added a surprising spring in his step as Danny continued walking through the crowded sidewalks of campus. His first day of class. Well…not really. He’d been to college before, but now he could actually do college, without any superheroing getting in the way. Last time, college was an excuse to stay close to his friends, because he thought he would spend his life being a superhero, defending the world from threats like so many others. He found peace and purpose in that calling, but that was before the public downcry of superheroes, before the Registration and Restriction Act for Persons with Abnormal Abilities, before anklets and handlers and GPS tracking and the silencing of his core.

No, those days were done. He tried to avoid it, then he tried to fight it, but now he just needed to accept it and move on to a different life. A new life that started today. It wasn’t the life he thought he would have, and admittedly it was a life the government forced on him, but he decided this morning in front of the mirror he would start this new life out right with a better attitude than the depressed slump he’d been in since they severed the connection to his core. He was going to attend class, study, do his homework, and hopefully become an astronaut, and he was going to use the supportive texts from his friends to get him through it and have a good day.

At least he thought he would, until his phone buzzed with another message, this time from “The Destroyer of Souls.” The short and syrupy sweet message felt so fake: “Hey Danny! You have class today! Hope you’re excited! Go in there and find your new purpose!” Leave it to Harmony, his demon of a handler, to ruin the positive spin he was working so hard to find. Oh she sounded sweet, but she was the true ultimate enemy. She monitored his every move by the anklet he wore and he was required to verbally check in with her daily. If he wanted to go further than a few miles off campus, he needed her permission, and she never gave it. She created his class schedule (to make sure college didn’t give him any rebellious ideas) and monitored his social media accounts. She was his constant reminder that the government saw him as a criminal. He had only tried to put his abilities to good use by saving people. He didn’t hurt or kill people or steal things; he saved them. And yet, that somehow made him public enemy number one.

He typed out a forced “Yeah, I’m excited” because he had to respond within a certain time before he shoved his phone in his pocket. He could feel the familiar ache in his chest, a deep well of emptiness that threatened to swallow him whole. No, he told himself he wouldn’t do this. This was supposed to be the first day of his new life. He’d let this emptiness consume him for so many months, from the moment that anklet locked down his core and hid it from him, and this was supposed to be his new start. He wasn’t going to give voice to the emptiness. He wasn’t.

He walked faster to class, hoping the change of venue and the start of lecture would force his thoughts away from the maddening void that used to be Phantom. This was why he was here, alone at a college so far from his friends and family, because he needed a change of venue away from everything that reminded him of being Phantom.

He tugged his orange hoodie around him. A far cry from his favorite shirt, but that shirt had too many memories attached to it and he couldn’t handle that. Besides, the college hoodie made him feel like he belonged at this school, like he was one of the crowd, and he could disappear. He rushed away to his first class - English 101. Maybe it wasn’t the most exciting class to start out his new attempt at college, but it was familiar. He had good memories of English in high school thanks to Lancer, and he had done okay in his English 101 class his first time around. He’d be repeating a lot of classes. None of his classes from before would transfer, but it also meant none of the bad grades would either. He could start fresh without those grades hanging over him. Haunting him.

He shook his head and walked into the large lecture hall. He settled in and took out a notebook and a pen. He looked at the student next to him, a Black woman with thick natural curls and a kind face. He didn’t know anyone at the school, and it sure would be nice to at least have someone to talk to. It took him a lot more effort to work up the courage than he was used to. Apparently all his bravery was wrapped up in Phantom too. It never used to be this hard, but then again, everything felt harder now.

“Hey, I’m Danny,” he introduced. He probably could have come up with something more clever or memorable, but it took all the effort he had just to say that.

She looked up from her phone. “I’m Shae. And before you get disappointed, I have a boyfriend.”

Something about her slight smile and teasing warning actually pulled a light chuckle out of Danny. Maybe some would take that as a rejection, but it didn’t feel like that. “Don’t worry, I have a girlfriend, so you’re safe.” He couldn’t say he was being a great boyfriend right now with how empty he felt all the time. Somehow tamping down his core seemed to dull so many of his emotions and he just couldn’t explain why. He felt bad, because Sam patiently put up with so much, but he knew their relationship wasn’t the same and he could feel it.

Shae blushed as she smiled back. “Sorry, you know how some college boys can be. Sometimes you have to be a little more forceful.”

“No no, I understand. I watched my girlfriend go through it. I promise, I’m just looking for someone to talk to…and maybe someone to copy off of,” he teased lightly.

“Only if I can copy back,” she laughed.

They chatted and exchanged basic introductions and pleasantries before the professor walked in. Neatly dressed with glasses and a trimmed beard, Danny would have pegged him as an English teacher if he saw him outside of this classroom. He stepped up to the podium and started the powerpoint behind him.

“I’m Professor Moore, and this is English 101,” he introduced in a curt voice before he began the boring review of the syllabus. Danny noticed a few of the books on the reading list he’d already read either in high school or in his first attempt at college English, and he felt a relief knowing a lot of the work had already been done for him. Sure he’d love to say he’d reread the books, but even with his renewed focus on doing well in school, he knew that wouldn’t happen.

“Now, the first book we’ll be reading is 1984 by George Orwell. A classic made even more prescient today. Can someone tell me why?” Moore asked.

He called on an eager student in the front. “Because of the RRAPAA and the policing of superheroes,” he answered.

Danny felt his heart stall. No. No this couldn’t be happening. He didn’t want to discuss this or learn about this. He didn’t want to hear the thoughts or opinions of other people on this subject. And he especially didn’t want to hear people agree with the law.

“Precisely.” Dread gripped at Danny’s heart. “Some have accused the law of being too heavy-handed and eliminating too many rights. Others argue it’s the price of safety. With such an interesting debate happening in the world, what better lens to examine that debate than through a novel about government control?”

No he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to read about government control because he lived it. He could already see the essay topic forming in Professor Moore’s brain and he wanted nothing to do with it. This was supposed to be his escape, his way to get life back on track, and not some way to have it shoved in his face even more than the constricting, itching, and tingling anklet did. His head swam as dread churned in his stomach.

The professor walked slowly around the lectern and gestured to a quote displayed on the giant screen. “Who controls the past controls the future,” he said, punctuating each word with meaning. “Who controls the present–”

“--controls the past,” quoted Mr. Lancer. He let out a content sigh as he leaned against his desk. “Such powerful words that always seem to be pertinent no matter how much time passes. It’s always important to–”

A scream cut the teacher short. Ectopusses swarmed the room. Their translucent tentacle arms reached for Casper High students and wrenched them from their seats. They flailed and screamed. Some struggled to pull themselves free from the tentacles. Some tried to fight them off. Others just screamed. In the chaos, Danny dashed under Lancer’s desk. He pulled at his core, waiting for the transformation.

Nothing happened.

He tried again. Still nothing. His core felt…empty. Gone. Silent. Useless.

The screams raised in pitch. The palpable terror suffocated the room. He peeked his head over the desk. The ectopusses were leaving and taking their prisoners with them. His classmates. His friends. And he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t save anyone.

Except…no. No, that’s not how it happened. He had snuck away. He had transformed. He had saved them. Because he had been Phantom back then, and not some useless excuse for a superhero like he was now. This had to be a memory. This wasn’t actually happening. He was in college, not Casper High. He was sitting in a lecture hall surrounded by hundreds of students. He was safe. Everyone was safe. He didn’t need to save anyone. He couldn’t save anyone.

He shut his eyes tight and took deep breaths. Just like Jazz taught him. In and out. He dared to open his eyes. He was back in the lecture hall. The blurry lecture slides had moved on past 1984 and detailed the basics of literary analysis. The professor’s clear voice echoed through the room, so very different from Lancer’s deep tones. He cast around the room, but didn’t see any ghosts. He didn’t hear any screams. It had just been a memory.

“Hey, are you okay?” the girl next to him asked in a whisper. He couldn’t even remember her name right now, and she’d just told it to him moments ago.

He looked down at his clammy hands. He brought a hand up to his chest and felt the sweat soaking his shirt. His whole body radiated with heat from the inside out. The student on the other side looked worriedly at him. There were so many people around him. He felt trapped. Suffocated. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to get out of here.

(He couldn’t save anyone.)

He stood up abruptly and dashed out of the hall. He left his notebook and bags and probably even his wallet but he didn’t care. He stumbled and tripped over legs and bags in his rush to leave without apology. He needed to get out of here.

He ran pell mell through the building until he finally hit the outdoors. He collapsed onto the ground as he clenched at his chest, at his core.

He couldn’t save anyone.

~*~

His core still wouldn’t respond. He did everything he could to get something out of his core and yet…nothing.

But what did he expect? He knew there wouldn’t be anything. He knew it ever since his parents grabbed Phantom’s ankle during a scuffle and slapped the ghost-nullifying anklet around it. His core was still there, but just out of reach. Close enough he could constantly see it and feel the faint alluring whispers of its presence, but every time he tried to reach for it his fingers would brush infuriatingly close and be slapped with that cruel denial. It was maddening to know that warmth and that promise of unity was so close, and yet completely gone from him. Especially when he needed it–

His chest clenched again as panic reared its ugly head once more. No, he didn’t need it right now, because he was safe. He wasn’t in high school. No ghosts were attacking. He was safe.

He forced his brain to think through the angry buzzing of anxiety threatening to consume him. Deep breaths, like Jazz taught him. Focus on five things he could see: the grass under him, his book bag, a bench in front of him, a building in the distance, a tree. Four things he could touch: the damp grass, the cool concrete, the canvas book bag, the soft hoodie. Three things he could hear: student chatter, a clock chiming, birds singing. Two things he could smell: grass, Chinese food. One thing he could taste: the lingering flavor of mint gum.

It brought him back to himself. He still felt jittery and his heart thrummed in his chest, but he was present, grounded. He pulled himself onto the nearby bench. He knew people were staring, but he didn’t have the effort to care right now. He was far too exhausted.

He knew he had to fight through this. He wanted to fight through it. For so long, he had the will to fight through so much pain and hurt and exhaustion, so surely he had the will to fight through this emptiness and panic and despair right?

Unless that will to fight was locked away with Phantom.

His phone buzzed and he knew it couldn’t be anything good. Everyone who would text him knew he was supposed to be in class right now, which meant it could only be one person…

“Hey Danny, noticed you left class early. Remember this is supposed to be your second chance at college - no reason for you to be leaving class early this time! Did something happen?”

He scowled at the text from his handler. Did something happen? Did something happen?!

He typed furiously on his phone, lit with a fire he hadn’t felt in awhile. “Yeah, something happened. I have to listen to people discuss the RRAPAA and superheroes like there’s not one sitting with them and listen to them talk about how great it is when NONE of them know what it’s like to be hollow and empty and alone. And none of them CAN know, because if I tell any of them you’ll make me disappear and force me to start all over again at a different college with a warning that if I can’t get it together, then I can’t be in society. All while I have a PANIC ATTACK about how empty and useless and worthless I am right now because I can’t do anything to help anyone anymore!”

He almost hit send. His thumb hovered over the button and he was so tempted. But he didn’t. He knew he couldn’t say any of that. Not to anyone and certainly not to her.

As quickly as that explosion of anger came, it disappeared and he slumped on the bench. He deleted the lengthy text and typed a morose “Nothing, I’m fine” and stashed the phone back into his pocket. It was a lie. It was always a lie.

He leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. He took deep breaths of the fresh air and tried to let his mind wander, like Jazz advised him to do when he felt overwhelmed. Disconnected. Lost.

His phone beeped and shook him from his thoughts. Time for his math class. Had he really spent that much time just sitting there? It felt like barely a moment while he let his mind wander.

He flung his bag over his shoulder as he stood. Time to try again. The new start to his new life. A new life filled with emptiness and panic no one could ever see. He pasted on the mask of a normal student, pretending to be like everyone else. Pretending he was a normal college student. Pretending he wasn’t empty. Pretending he wasn’t hollow.

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom au #dp au zine #no superheroes au #danny can't connect to his core #cw panic attack #ghost cores

[bibliophilea]

Happy 20th anniversary! This is one of three pieces I did for the @dpfantasyzine April Fool's Zine! The gimmick was all of us submitting the same idea of Danny in orange wizard's robes! It was such fun to be a part of!

Thank you, @wingedflight, for writing the lyrics to this and letting me sing and compose the music for it! And thank you, @ventisettestars, for arranging the zine!

The other two pieces: art | writing

#danny phantom #danny phantom 20th anniversary #dp zine #danny phantom zine #dp fantasy zine #fantasy zine #fantasy #april fools #bib music #bib work #not a q

[faeriekit]

Playing around with the Electric Zine Maker! ⚡📝📓💗🐠

Made myself a little Blister Pack Zine from the first chapter, only using the tools from the Electric Zine Maker... I don't prefer how the program arranges text, but I usually just format the text on Canva anyway, and then download/upload the images Canva makes onto the Zine Maker. (Electric Zine Maker won't even let you italicize text...) Photopea might even do the same thing Canva does for me now, if I ever wanted to get used to how Photoshop-style text tools.

Anyway! Finished product of this lil' test 👀:

I was able to save it as either a png or a pdf, so in order to share it, it had to be a png. Ideally I'll print one out today and examine if the text towards the bottom of the pages gets eaten by the print border, so stay tuned! 💉👻💚

#library posting #dp x dc #blister pack #oh and if you want one feel free to print it out too. Or just play with the zine maker! It's fun!

[dpfantasyzine]

Here is the link to the Free PDF

Order information is on the last page of the pdf~

#happy april fools day #unreality #danny phantom #fantasy au #magic au #fanfiction #fanart #fandom zine #phandom #dp fantasy zine #danny phantom au #let’s make danny magical

[bctoastyyy]

hi hi hi hehe here's a sneak peek of the page art I made for the Reality Trip DP AU Zine!!

really excited for the zine's release, got some hella content packed in there. but yeah, bet you cant. guess what AU I chose to do. hehehe. hehe.

@dpauzine

#reality trip zine #dpauzine #toastyyy going insane one step at a time #i mean. FISH #anyway im super excited to share this #danny phantom #page art #dp au zine #dp au

[dpauzine]

👻 DANNY PHANTOM AU TOURNAMENT 👻

Which Danny Phantom AU is the best of them all? It's up to you to decide!

Leading up to the release of our zine, we'll be doing multiple elimination rounds for the listed AUs!

You can cast your votes on our Twitter thread, but feel free to leave your choices in the tags or in replies! 

Part 1 (Left) - Round 1: BEGIN! 🔻

AUs for this round! Which AU do you prefer more? 👻 

▶️ Clockwork's Apprentice ▶️ Ghost King

▶️ No One Knows ▶️ Everyone Knows

▶️ Reverse Trio ▶️ Inverse Trio

▶️ SCP AU ▶️ Space AU

▶️ Green Danny ▶️ Blue Danny

▶️ Ghost Hunger ▶️ Full Hazmat

▶️ Electric Core ▶️ Dual Obsession

▶️ Badger Cereal ▶️ Dani Masters

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