I Have Finished The Gift For My Recipient For This Years Truce @astrodanny

Danny has challenged you

Wonder lineart by @ecto-stone

Salt Mirror

phic phight fill with two prompts; for @echoghost1 and @fuyuthefoxwriter

(Sister fics are Snow Day, Snowdrift Sanctuary, and Frozen Out)

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The first thing Danny noticed was the teeth. 

Or. Well. The first thing Frostbite noticed were the teeth. What Danny noticed was that suddenly he was being offered bigger and bigger bones with his meal, which were very much not typical human-appropriate food. 

“You break them,” Frostbite showed him, pinning the bone between two sharp canines and biting down. The bone broke clean in two. Hot-dog style. “Then you are free to eat the marrow inside.”

Danny stared. “I don’t… I don't think my teeth do that.”

“Try it,” his guardian encouraged. 

…Well. He hoped Far Frozen had as good a dentistry practice as they did medicine. Danny shoved the bone between his canine teeth, and clamped down—

—And the bone broke clean through. 

Huh. That was…new. 

Well. Marrow tasted good, anyway, and scooping the butter-soft marrow out with a spoon was easy. Danny might have clunked the wooden spoon against his teeth a couple times (man, was he clumsy today) but he was very happy with the results. 

The next day Frostbite offered him an arm-length rib bone, Danny didn’t even hesitate to chomp down. 

He ate through four ribs before he felt full. He was happy. 

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The second thing Danny noticed was how pale he got. 

Like. As in ‘his arm matched the snow-white fur of his tundra-proof coat’ level pale. ‘White as a glacier and just as blue’ level pale. Like. There was no red left in his skin. 

He pressed his thumb to his palm. It went yellow, and then flushed back to white as his blood went back in. 

…Spooky. Uh. Danny blinked loudly. Maybe he was…sick…?

There wasn’t a mirror in their cave dwelling, and nothing was shiny enough to reflect in— everything that wasn’t medical was cast iron, or not quite mirror smooth, like Frostbite’s round cooking knives. 

Danny needed a mirror. 

He bundled up and walked through fresh snow drifts to the closest medical facility: an ice cave across from Ledyanoy and Avalanche’s home, carved into one of several dozen pillars of ice embedded into the floating island. Danny knew that there was a mirror there, since Frostbite went in for mirror therapy every time his ice-carved arm began to itch psychosomatically. 

He darted inside. Pritla was the only one in there, so they ignored him in their quest for additional data. Great. All Danny needed was the mirror set up in the corner, ready and waiting to be rolled into place for Frostbite’s next session. 

Danny peeked at his reflection. He looked…wow. 

For one, Danny looked spooky as hell. The blue went all around his eyes, now— no whites to be seen, creating an uneasy, inhuman look. He was pale. He was very pale. He looked like the printer had run out of any colors that might have given him some sort of standing to wander reality with. 

The insides of his lips were blue. The wet inner linings around his eyes were blue. 

…What. 

And. Speaking of…lips…his gums were a deep, sapphire blue, as was his tongue. None of that was as important as his huge freaking fangs, though!

Like! Huge! Not yeti huge, of course, but still!! Danny had no idea how they weren’t sticking straight out of his mouth when he closed it. Big, pearly fangs. 

What the heck was happening to him? 

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“I think you’re turning into a Yeti,” Tundra decided primly, and flung himself at Arctic without any further thought. The teenage Yeti— still taller than Danny by two heads and a half— squawked, barely seeing the projectile cub in time to dodge appropriately. 

“No,” said Danny. It was more outright denial than certainty. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself. 

Avalanche, who was the closest to adulthood out of all of them, watched the two wrestle balefully. Tundra was barely out of cub age, and Arctic wasn’t much better than Sidney Poindexter when it came to having his crap together, so it was kind of like watching two frogs mud-wrestle in knee-high snow. 

“I mean,” said Avalanche, mostly bored by the spectacle of Arctic getting his butt whipped by what amounted to a kid, “I’m pretty sure it’s normal for human-born ghosts to adapt to their Obsessions after they form. You have to change a little to match your environment. And we have a lot of snow.” 

“So much!” Tundra howled from where he was perched on top of Arctic. His victory lasted as long as it took for Arctic to get his legs underneath himself, push himself to standing, and launch Tundra into a snow drift with a surprised squeal. 

Arctic shook himself off. His fur fluffed up with the effort, which made him look larger in size than usual. “I think that if you were turning into a yeti, Frostbite would have noticed. Or said something. Or done something.”

Avalanche shook her head, gamely ignoring how Tundra had turned from a fallen-in-the-snow position to a crouching-and-ready-to-pounce position. Danny had seen this a million times now; either Arctic would notice (he wouldn’t) and dodge, or he’d once again fall victim to Tundra’s childish enthusiasm. 

Danny and Avalanche largely had no comment on Tundra’s second leap of faith, nor for their mutual struggle for pubescent dominance that ensued. 

There were other questions to ask. 

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“Am I turning into a yeti?” Phantom asked. 

Frostbite looked down. 

The half-ghost looked nervous— picking at his lip until green beaded under his teeth, his hands in the sleeves of his coat. 

“No,” Frostbite confirmed. He didn’t smile, as it would have seemed condescending in the face of Phantom’s genuine worry. It was better to keep calm. “Why are you worried about turning into a yeti?” 

Phantom stared up at him, eyes deep and luminous. Frostbite had seen similar coloration on deep-sea creatures, long-travelled things desperate for any sort of light. The sight was compelling, yes, but could not substitute for a verbal answer. 

“...Because I’m changing colors and now I have sharp teeth and I think I’m growing claws,” Phantom pointed out. All of these things were true. They were very good, sturdy teeth, and very good, sturdy claws, which was a good sign; anything otherwise would have indicated a lack of support on Frostbite’s end. 

“It is a very normal thing to want to explore other forms of expression at your age,” Frostbite pointed out. He threaded his paws through Phantom’s pale hair, and found, to his pride, little buds of ice horns. “And I am very flattered that you think so highly of us that you are interested in mimicking some of our more obvious traits; that being said, if it distresses you, you are always free to change back.” 

Phantom’s face turned…lost. “Oh.” 

Frostbite continued petting. More explanation would come, or it wouldn’t— but in the meantime, the human tinge returned to his charge’s cheeks, flush with red blood, and the bud horns collapsed where they grew. His charge’s hair turned dark once more, his teeth flat and human. 

Phantom’s eyes were always blue. The human color was not as deep, but was just as nice. Now, there were tears in them. 

“What is wrong, little one?” Frostbite rumbled, concerned. Phantom took his paw and pressed his face to it in search of tactile comfort. 

“I didn’t know why I was changing,” Phantom admitted, sniffing. His voice was wet and raw. “I was scared I couldn’t go back. Humans don’t just…change like that, 'cause we're made of matter. I was scared…”

Frostbite rumbled wordlessly. His charge had adapted very well to a non-human environment, but there were knowledge gaps that would have come naturally to any Realms-Borne being; most intuitively was knowledge of the self, as well as the rigidity (and fluidity) of one’s own manner of expression. 

Changing without realization would be distressing. Frostbite still remembered what it felt like to wake up some mornings and realize that his arm was gone. 

“You are alright,” Frostbite reaffirmed. “It it healthy to change, and it is a good time to find out how you will want to present yourself. That being said, there is no rush.”

Frostbite paused. 

“There is one rush. If you intend to partake in eating marrow with our dinner tonight, you may want to manifest your teeth again—”

Phantom laughed, little cub’s fangs poking out between his teeth. All would be well; but first, there was dinner to be had, and a good night’s sleep to be found.

Time and Space at UA chapter three

enjoy ^^

Should this actually happen, I can die happy. I’m am such a stupidly huge fan of musicals and DP, I would never listen to another song again (maybe, can’t give up Epic)

Also I imagine for the Vlad part where Jack interrupts, it’s a verbal battle between him and Danny and Jack suddenly bursts in like Mimzy from Hazbin Hotel

petition for the danny phantom phandom to make an unlicensed online danny phantom parody musical

Continuation of LBM if the kitchen with the knives

Wonderful lineart by the amazing @minnowmarsh

So excited to finally reveal what I’ve been working on for Invisobang. It feels like forever since I first read this wonderful fic and I’m glad that all of you have the chance to read Need to Know Basis by @bleedingectoplasm! Stay tuned for another piece by me, as well as more incredible work by @abrielarnold

Some ghost cats (hehehe)

This is something i made for a fic im writing where Danny and Elle (Dani) get adopted by Catwoman! I’ll link it once i finish the first chapter!

their names are Silvershroud and Catgirl

^ Number 3 music entry by @omegasmileyface

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You Tell Me

A masterfully executed prank. My Ecto-Implosion submission picked up by the wonderful @dizzlypuzzled, who wrote a fantastic fever-dream one

^ Number 13 animatic by @weshney

^ Number 19 animatic entry by @sillysugargliders

In the cut below all the artist and writers featured are tagged. Remember to also check out @ecto-implosion and the #ectoimplosion2023 for more art and fics!

Artist @cookietastic Writer WhereOnceIWasFire

Artist @moonfoxgazer Writer deathchrist2000

Artist @omegasmileyface Writer @nanaarchy

Artist @wheatcak3 Writer ContraryNonsense

Artist @spookberry Writer @lixxen

Artist @minnowmarsh Writer @blobghost

Artist @roadstostray Writer @lavendarlily

Artist @amanellow Writer @avaritia-apotheosis

Artist @ghosttrolls Writer @roundaboutnow

Artist @strawberry-requiem-art Writer @marce-most-of-the-time

Artist @starry-907 Writer @velanavis

Artist @starlight-eclipsed Writer @psychologeek

Artist @weshney Writer @dizzlypuzzled

Artist @praetoring Writer @hannahmanderr

Artist @kaezerdoodles Writer @reading-wanderer

Artist @person-of-many-names Writer @five-rivers

Artist @miakoenigspython Writer AttacusAbacus

Artist @arisu-artnfics Writer @library-of-cronos

Artist @sillysugargliders Writer @tumblehcendrum

Artist @gunebuggiesart Writer @ghostly-cabbag

Welcome to Green With Envy's second year, folks!

The first one went so spectacularly and had so much support that we're back at it again!

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For those of you who didn't participate or spectate last year, this is an artist event that comes in two parts.

Part one is the chill half of the event, aimed at people who love to draw but hate to color. Over the next two months, a form will be open for anyone to drop Danny Phantom themed line art at the event's doorstep. Which we will promptly "ooh" and "ahh" over before hoarding away.

Part two is the competitive half of the event, aimed at people who love to color but hate to draw. This is where things get spicy~ After being divided into small pods of 3 to 8 people, colorists will compete for points by taking brushes to as much line art as physically possible!

But this competition has a twist. What line art you color and when completely changes how many points your team gets! It's all about strategy, and if you aren't careful, another team may just come in and Poach your precious lead away from you!

All are welcome regardless of skill level for both halves of the event.

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The official hashtag for the event this year is #greenwithenvy2024 

In-depth Rules can be found here and some things have changed this year, so make sure to look!

Tutorial can be found here

FAQ can be found here

The discord server for this event is here

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Line Art and All Sign-ups Due: Sunday, February 25th (02/25/24) 11:59 pm, Pacific Time Zone

Coloring Starts: Friday, March 8th (03/08/24) Pacific Time Zone

Coloring Due: Sunday, April 7th. (04/07/24) Pacific Time Zone

Sign-ups for line artists are here

Sign-ups for colorists are here

Line artist submissions go here 

P.S. Remember when looking at the dates to account for your daylight saving's time. What day it happens on depends on where you are in the world!

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We are so excited to bring this awesome event back to the Phandom, and we can’t wait to see you all there!

Big shout out to @foxyteah for letting us use their bootylicious line art from last year's event to make this year's banner! And to @ectoblastfromthepast, @weshney, @englandamericaitaly and @tytach for coloring it!

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Looking for links to last year's stuff?

2023 Free-To-Color Line Art

2023 Event Decal?

2023 Masterpost?

Phantom found a friend who won’t run… they belong to him now

This line art is made by the wonderful @doiyi-yt