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aph-mable · 9 months

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dpxdc; My Uncle is Nuts.

My Uncle Is A Nut

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Aph-mable

@thegatorsgoose

Having been announced the heir and Co ceo of D.A.L.V co, Danny has gotten used to being dragged to formal events with Vlad against his will. Getting caught up in saving one of the many galas he’s forced to attend, Danny catches the eye of one Lex Luther.

Chapter 1

Danny tries hard not to sigh for the umpteenth time as Vlad drags him towards another group of rich folks and reporters.

When his Godfather had publicly announced Danny as his heir during one of his mayoral speeches he thought he was going to die all over again from sheer embarrassment and frustration, especially when he started calling Danny out of class to work on ‘special’ projects or drag him to Gala’s like this one.

Usually at least one member of team Phantom would come along, usually Sam since her parents often forced her to attend anyway, unfortunately this time everyone was busy.

Sure Danny could have asked, but he didn’t want to take away what little free time they had during spring break, so for now he was going to face this party on his own. After all nothing really interesting happens at these and he’s not going to end up socializing much anyways.

At the moment Vlad had rolled him over to a group of men who were chatting away about their latest technology, a nerdy looking yet buff reporter taking notes on everything.

Danny was only half listening to what was being said when the frootloop budged in, something about wanting to partner up with Wayne tech since DALV co was already partnered with Lex co.

He could only roll his eyes and cringe as his crazy arch nemesis wrapped an arm around the shoulders of the bald ceo who looked just as done as he felt.

Seeing Vlad finally to distracted with his deals Danny took his chance and snuck away, moving his wheelchair as fast as possible to make a break for it, away from the party and to explore the building. maybe even escape if he was lucky.

Unfortunately as he reached one of the doors the pesky security stopped him, saying he needed to stay within the building, so he pulled out the oldest trick in his book.

“I have to go to the bathroom, can you at least point me to it?” He even pulled out his pleading eyes to look as innocent as possible to make the security guards feel uncomfortable.

“It’s through those doors over there, just across from the kitchen… do you want-” before the guard could finish Danny was already zooming to the door and shouting, “No thanks, byye!”

Once out of sight he at least made an effort to head towards where the bathroom was but stopped in front of the kitchen.

First double checking all sides of the hallway, he pushed himself into the kitchen in search of something to tinker with. Danny swears he will drop dead if he doesn't get some kind of technology in his hands.

When he entered the place was completely empty of any staff. makes sense as they had set up a huge buffet in the main hall and had all the kitchen staff stand against the wall to show who cooked what, like it was some kind of grand show.

This left Danny to ‘borrow’ a few appliances, they’re rich they can afford it!

He ends up taking a toaster, a blender, and some kind of cylinder air fryer, stuffing them all into his magic bigger-than-it-looks bag and bolting out of there as fast as his wheels could take him so as to not get caught.

Once he re enters the gala he parks himself in the furthest corner near a window. He starts pulling out his mini tool kit and the items he took, trying his best to hide them by making them semi invisible so it just looked like he was messing with his tools as he gets to building an ecto gun.

Danny tried to stay alert and scan the room on occasion but nothing much was happening, Vlad was still bragging to the group of men, and there were only three other kids around his age hanging out on the opposite side of the room. One looked ready to pass out while the other two stood next to the door arguing over who’s dog was best.

Danny pulled his goggles down over his eyes and rolled up his sleeves so his specialized gloves could start putting power into the ecto gun. He quickly starts to hyper focus as he tinkered with the homemade gun, his mind drifting off to play among stars that were just out of reach.

Even with everyone talking around him it all faded to white noise, finally quiet enough he now focused his power to flow through the machinery as he twisted the screws into the right place.

His very core sang with how peaceful it was as he finished making the home made ecto gun and set it down in his lap.

Just as Danny turns it invisible to put it away, his chair is suddenly jerked as he’s dragged towards the now frightened guests, a group of men dressed in green and purple question marked suits threaten everyone into a corner as they start setting up strange equipment.

Clutching his invisible weapon tightly in his lap one of the goons tries threatening him with a gun, but before Danny could react Vlad steps in front of Danny, letting out an instinctual growl to make them back off.

The goon rolls his eyes before directing them to where he wants them to go, trying hard to not let his hands shake too badly as he thrust more people into the now overcrowded corner, keeping watchful eyes on Vlad who is seconds away from losing his temper and ripping someone's throat out.

Now most people in this situation would just listen to their captors, sit still, be quiet, all that jazz, especially with how many of the goons were now bringing in strange green canisters of gas that gave off the scent of pure fear.

Yet as Danny rams Vlad’s ankles with the wheels of his chair it's pretty clear he wasn’t like most scared civilians. For once he was siding with his godfather as he was very, very angry. Angry that they were targeting innocent people, angry that Vlad was treating him like he was helpless, angry that he had to show up to this stupid gala in the first place… He had noticed some of the other kids giving them the slip earlier, at least there’s that.

Just as they bring in the last canister one of the goons trips and nearly brakes open the container, which got the already annoyed second incharge to yell at them.

“For fucks sake! Be careful with those things, we don’t even know what they’ll do yet!”

The younger looking goon, who looks barely out of their teens, shrinks away as they whimper out an apology. He sets the items down as others around them either stare in frustration or sympathy.

Yeah, no.

“Wow you people are pathetic.”

The second in command turns at Danny’s outburst, taking a step forward and clenching his fists. “What the fuck did you just say?” Danny rolls his eyes before glaring at the goon “I said you’re pathetic, did you get that or do you need me to repeat myself again?”

The crowd looks on in half horror, half shock as the leader walks up to Danny, resting his hands on his arm rests and leaning down to stare at Danny threateningly. Danny leans back in his wheelchair and looks up at him with a bored expression, unphased. Vlad tries to shove his way to Danny, but is held back by several goons. Danny spares a quick glare at his godfather, he has everything under control.

“I may be a criminal, but even I don’t like kicking a kid when they’re already down.” The goon says, moving his eyes down to glance at Danny’s wheelchair and back up again, glaring into his eyes. “So I’m going to give you one last chance to take that back.”

Danny narrows his eyes at the goon as he clutchs the invisible ecto gun in his lap, it’s now or never. With near inhuman speed he quickly reaches for his bag and pretends to pull the weapon out, aiming it right at the goons temple. There’s audible gasps from the crowd as the goon stumbles away with wide eyes before gaining his footing and going right back to glaring.

“And I’m going to give you one last chance to reconsider what you’re doing with your life” Danny smirks at the goon, already reading up the lecture in his head.

“It’s 30 minutes past start time, what is taking you so-“ Danny’s smirk evolves into a full shit eating grin as the Riddler walks in to scold the goons, what perfect timing.

With the crowd distracted Danny uses his other hand to unlock his phone. With a few simple swipes, Danny has the gala on lockdown. With the main asshole inside.

Perfect.

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Damian puts on his Robin suit with trained proficiency once they make it to the cave. Unfortunately he and Jon were the only ones able to leave on time, the rest of the family having been dragged away. Truly, this proved that he had good reason to not mingle with the crowd. It had nothing to do with the noise. Or the lights. Or the small talk.

Truly.

“Who do you think it is this time?” Jon asks, an excited smile on his face. But even while being carried, Damian could see the tension in his frame, the nervous tick in his brow. His friend was worried. “I mean, they have the question mark thing going on, but they also had the gas canisters which I don't think the Riddler does that? And the gas itself kinda smelled like lavender and hazelnuts like fear gas but it was also kinda minty? And not like candy cane minty but like straight mint leaf minty? I don’t know, I only know there’s a difference cus ma tried to make mint tea that one time cus she was super sleep deprived and she read online that mint tea could improve memory or something, that stuff reeked!” Another indication of Jon’s nervousness, rambling. By the time Jon had finished his rant, they had already made it to the gala.

Once he’s put down Damian dusts himself off and turns to Jon. “It is most likely a team up, then.” He pulls out his katanas and readys himself for the fight ahead. “Once you break down the door our job is to stall long enough for the others to get out. We don’t know what the gas can do, so keeping the containers safe is our top priority.” As much as it pains him to admit, just him and Jon won’t be enough to handle it themselves. There’s too many people, and they need some of the bats to disperse around Gotham in case the riddler has set up a larger plan.

Jon smiles at him and nods, hopping from foot to foot in excitement (which he doesn’t find adorable at all). “You ready?” Damian gives a sharp nod before Jon kicks in the door.

“-I mean COME ON, people would PAY you to have a chance at your game show! You could even do your whole “riddle me this!” Thing as it’s own segment! But noOOOOooo, you wanna risk the lives of countless civilians so you can get a fucking furry to answer your stupid riddles, most of which aren’t even original! And NOW you wanna partner up with a fear junky cus why?”

“I-“ a clearly startled Riddler tries to answer before being interrupted.

“Oh yeah, cus your BUDDY, your PAL scarecrow, thought it would be so FUNNY to release an UNTESTED gas in a gala for a fucking THRILL HIGH.”

But instead of a fight they walk into.. this.

A wheelchair bound boy with black hair and blue eyes (who he’s sure his siblings would call “adoption bait”) holding a strange silver and green gun that looked straight out of one of Damian’s sci-fi mangas, at a confused and startled Riddler. It seems the crowd used this as an opportunity, as the rest of the goons were restrained near the walls by a mix of his family, Kent, and various gala attendees, while the middle of the room was occupied by the armed boy.

“Huh?” Jon let his arms rest at his sides as his head tilted to the side in confusion (it does NOT remind him of a confused puppy, absolutely not). However before Damian could say anything, it seems the boy has finally noticed them.

“Oh, you’re here. Took you long enough.” The boy finally puts the gun down and into a bag at his side. “Have fun.” He says in a bored tone as he turns and starts pushing himself in the direction of a man with silver hair, Vlad Masters, who met him in the middle only to start fussing over him, seemingly much to the boy’s annoyance.

Finally shaking off their shock both Damian and Jon rush to detain the Riddler until the police show up, yet Damian’s curiosity keeps bringing his eyes back to Master’s and his ward. outwardly, the concern seemed genuine, but with how the boy was reacting to just being touched by Master’s… made him think otherwise.

Even Lex Luthor was side eyeing the man instead of resuming his chatter with father or Mr. Kent, meaning something was happening and Damain was determined to find it out one way or another.

For now though, they have their hands full because of Riddler and Scarecrow.

Domain knew he should have stayed back with Ace.

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End of chapter 1

#dyslexia #long reads #batfamily #bruce wayne #clark kent #disabled danny #wheelchair au #jon kent #damian wayne #the riddler #scarecrow #patrol partners event 2023 #mild violence #swearing #dpxdc #autistic writers

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tsubaki94 · 1 year

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Phantom Comic Ch.3

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#Phantom comic #Danny Phantom #Danny fenton #Sam #Sam manson #Tucker #Tucker foley #high school #casper high #teenagers #art #fanart #comic #fancomic #disabled au #disabled danny #wheelchair #wheekchair au

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inverseinvert · 1 year

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I don't know why he's sad, Ellie is trying to cheer him up, but now they're both sad

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dani phantom #disabled!danny #disabled danny #my art

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running-on-coffee-and-anxiety · 1 month

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Noticed But Hoping For The Best Part 2

Tucker is the second person to notice something was 'off'. Not quite 'wrong', they weren't at that level yet, but things certainly weren't the same. Things had been surprisingly quiet recently- not that anyone mentioned it, they always jinxed it if they did so- so the classic trio of friends could spend time together! They were even trying normal hobbies, at the insistence of Jazz. Well, hah, he knew coding and that was normal!- But apparently it was too connected to 'work' so he had to split his time between that and a 'normal' hobbie.

Sam was planning on showing them sewing- it was a lot harder to get clothes in her style than either him or Danny realized- but apparently there was some social event she was being forced to attend, so the plans were put on pause. That led to Tucker ending up at the Fenton household to spend time with Danny, teaching him at least a bit of coding before Jazz forced them to do something different.

This was when he first noticed something was 'off' with Danny. They used to play online games together, and he knew his best friend to have quick reaction times and almost never fat finger the keys, but apparently things had changed in the- what, month or so?- since he became Phantom. Randomly pressing the spacebar, forgetting to hold shift or tapping shift or caps lock at the wrong times, pressing multiple keys at the same time or accidentally pressing a key around the intended target. The two laughed at it, joking that he was more suited for fighting instead of typing now, though Tucker didn't fail to noticed that something was on Danny's mind afterwards.

The true realization came when they were playing video games. Things were going well, they were joking, but Danny kept dying in odd ways. He occasionally pressed random buttons, his triggers would randomly be moved and send his character off-course, or once again it was a button next to the one that was targeted being pressed.

After they reached a gameover screen, Tucker nudged his friend, trying to make a joke of it. "The golden boy of gaming has fallen! Glad to see I actually have a chance if we go PvP this time, I could only ever beat you on PC!" Danny always chuckled, but there was an underlying of something else... It was rare to see the other have subtle emotions, but Tucker was surprised to see his friend was genuinely frustrated! "Yeah, my hands haven't really been on my side for a bit. Me and Jazz think I just need to actually sleep for once, maybe I caught some kind of bug to make my mind foggy. Give me a few days of rest and I'll be back to my winning streak!"

Tucker was silent for a split second- Danny never admitted he was tired at all since starting being Phantom, even if he and Sam had noticed it- before grinning. "By the time that happens I'll have grown to match you, good luck getting a win over me!"

Tucker Foley hadn't seen a reason for actual concern, there was simply something a bit off with his friend, something that was easily fixable. It was easy to wait and hope for the best!

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #writing because the brain worms won't leave me alone #Feel free to take this idea and write more with it :)#dp #phanfiction #phanfic #I'm still figuring out personalities so if I ever write more DP content there's a good chance characterization will change #disabled danny #It's only slight for now but it's going to get worse #Noticed But Hoping For The Best

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jaeger-wolf-7373 · 1 year

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Some kinda shitty art but have danny in forearm crutches, I hc that the portal accident was a lot worse than they were letting on

#danny phantom #danny fenton #disabled danny #disabled #crutches #disney #nickalodeon

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sunnysam-my · 2 months

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Yesterday I couldn't sleep after seeing Dune in theatre so I made a Danny Phantom rewrite in my head. I always wanted the show to be deeper and more mature, you know, serious issues, learning how to navigate unwelcoming world and all that stuff. I ended up making it more angst lol. I already wrote most of first chapter but I'm super curious what would you change :>

So here's what I'm thinking:

Ghosts are "unfinished business" merged with plasma, intention so strong it lingers after death. When it meets ectoplasm, it changes into the shape of the intention + the owner of it. They're animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. The longer they exist, the less human they are.

Danny’s obsession is fixing, due to the fact he died trying to fix the portal to try to fix his family. He was unstable at first, lacking purpose, but once he realized he wants to fix his mistake and protect Amity, it stabilized him.

Danny accidentally opens the portal, and now it can’t be closed, since the off button is behind the portal. The ghost comes to the living world and Danny thinks it’s his fault. He feels the need to fix it.

Right after opening the portal he can't control his anger and fear as a ghost so he runs away to the forest and is found 5 days later.

Ghost don't belong in living world, just like humans in ghost, so they need to recharge in Ghost zone. Because Danny’s only a half ghost he just needs to be close the portal. If ghost consume their power entirely, they disappear, half ghost change back to human form, unless they force themselves/are forced to stay in ghost form.

Danny’s room is located above the portal, thanks to that he recharges while sleeping. + The room is space themed, because he loves space.

After the accident, he gets a bit paler than he was before. His pulse and body temperature are below normal.

There’s a Lichtenberg scar covering the right side of his body from the accident, going from his shoulder over his back, neck, and knee. It wraps behind the ear on his forehead, only delicately visible, but Danny covers it with his hair. He gets called Harry Potter puns, like closet boy, because of that.

His fangs are sharper and more prominent, even in human form.

At first he has problems controlling his strength, for example he bit a glass and shattered it by accident, because he was zoning out.

Accident triggered Danny's joint problems as well as injured his right knee. He suffers chronic pain, a headache disorder and mild cognitive impairments in memory, attention, and mood regulation. He had multiple physically aggressive outbursts since the injury, but he never hurt anyone.

Danny is mathematically “gifted”, Tucker technologically and Sam literary. That’s why people pick on them. From an outsider's point of view, they have it easier. After the accident, Danny is acknowledged as disabled, but he "doesn't look like he really is". They are different, and school achievements comes easy to them. Their parents are pretty neglectful, so they can do whatever they want. People get jealous.

Due to being a ghost you can't stare at Phantom too long, your brain will struggle to comprehend what it's seeing. The longer you spend with a ghost, the easier it is to see them. All ghosts are like that.

Ghost can finish their unfinished business and disappear.

I have many more ideas, but that's all I'm going say for now :>

So, what would you want to see in a rewrite?

#danny fenton #danny phantom #danny phantom rewrite #rewrite #disabled Danny #fanfiction #fanfic #phandom

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channajen · 1 year

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Fic Rec

Just read an amazing short fic by @tourettesdog called "Silence and Signs" A03 Link It is an amazing and realistic take on the Disabled Danny AU. Probably the best I've read. Stop and go read it! :-) It's fantastic!

#danny phantom #disabled danny

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half-deadmagicperson · 1 year

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Phic Phight Phic 3

Title: Limb Loss and Lunch Ladies

Ao3

For @phicphight

Prompt by @raaorqtpbpdy

Prompt: Disabled Danny AU where the arm that hit the 'on' button in the portal was severely damaged and had to be amputated after the accident (potential gore tw). As a halfa, he makes up for having one arm by using telekinesis or creating a new arm out of ice/ectoplasm/what have you (or by another method if the writer prefers, those are just suggestions).

Summary: The accident did more than just half-kill Danny. It took his arm with it. Now Danny has to stop the ghost from coming through, starting with the spirit of the school's former Lunch Lady.

Words: 3386

Warnings: Gore (mostly in the first two sections), Swearing, Cartoon Violence (I'm not very descriptive)

This one I'm possibly considering continuing into a series remake of the show, but for now enjoy this Phic!

"Come on Danny, you have to check out what's inside."

"Who knows what other worlds lie on the other side?"

Thud. thud. Thud. Click.

Zippppp. The Fenton's weren't always the biggest on lab safety, but at least they knew enough to wear protective gear. Danny dawned on his white hazmat before entering the dark cavern in the wall. His parents had been working on this portal for years. He felt bad for them when it didn't work. Sam ripped the stupid picture of his dad off the suit before he embarked on his exploration.

He took one step into the metal abyss. His friends were shouting encouragement to go further in. Not that he needed them to. He felt oddly drawn to it. As the tunnel got darker, he used his arm to support him against the wall and continued further on. He failed to notice the pipe on the floor.

His hand quickly went to support him against the wall. Click. Ah shit. There was a brief moment of silence filled with the hope that nothing would happen. The machine was broken after all! That hope was short-lived.

Danny's eyes widened as a spark crackled at the end of the tunnel. A mesmerizing, green light filled the cavern. It was beautiful. His hair stood on end as electricity traveled up the sides of the portal heading straight for Danny. The arm that was supporting him soon met thousands of volts of energy. The effects were instant.

Pain flourished up his arm as his skin started to peel. It spread throughout the rest of his body, and he felt his nerves burning all over him. The light surrounded and enveloped him. He felt like his organs were being turned inside out. He let out a blood curdling scream as the power of two dimensions ripped him apart. His nerves finally grew numb because there were no nerves left. The smell of pork filled his nostrils as ran out of breath. His heart stopped.

Tha-thump Tha-thump. Danny gasped for air. A cold feeling reawakened his senses. He watched skin regrow on his chard form. The remains of his jumpsuit started to repair itself, and its color changed from a pearly white to a charcoal black. He felt something pulling him, and within a split second he went flying into the lab.

"Danny?"

"What happened?"

"Danny, wake up! Are you okay?"

"Wait, I think he's coming around!"

Danny groaned. He felt like a victim of his parents driving. What the hell happened? He opened his eyes to see the blurry figures of Sam and Tucker looming over him.

"Danny! You're alive!" His dark skinned friend exclaimed and tried to pull him up into a hug.

"Easy, Tucker! He could have a lot of injuries!" Sam scolded, "We shouldn't try to move him just yet."

"I'm fine guys! I just feel like I got hit by a bus," Danny argued and tried to sit up. His eyes widened.

"Guys? I can't feel my arm."

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Sam had called 911 while Tucker helped him get the sleeve off to assess the damage. It was bad. Danny looked over his shoulder to see a shriveled, burnt stump in place of his arm. His fingers had crumpled off as soon as Tucker removed his glove. Up to his elbow was burnt to a crisp, the rest wasn't much better.

The doctors had to remove the rest of his arm. All he was left with was a little nub next to his shoulder. They told him they'd get working on some prothesitics. In the meantime, he should get some rest. He went through a lot.

About a month has passed since the accident. Danny laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling. He hasn't really been able to get out of the house besides doctor visits. Sam and Tucker dropped by several times to check up on him. He misses being able to go out with them. He will in time, but first he has to adapt to life with one arm. Today was his first day back at school.

Unfortunately for him, his left arm was the one to get chopped, which sucks because it was his dominant hand. So now he's stuck relearning how to write, how to throw, and even how to hold a stupid fork. Yes, he will be able to go back to two arms with the prostetic, but the fake arm could only do so much. Thankfully, he was given a laptop to complete his assignments on until he can write better.

Danny decided it was time to get ready for the day. He slumped out of bed and hunted for a shirt. His eyes wandered over to the mirror. Every time he wakes up and thinks it won't be there, and every time he's disappointed. Scar tissue spread like a tree with many branches from his arm nub to his chest and extended upwards onto his cheek. He hated it. Every time he looked in the mirror it stood there haunting him, reminding him of that day. He sighed and wormed his way into his shirt.

He walked downstairs to get some breakfast. Jazz greeted him when he entered the kitchen. He grumpily walked over to the cupboard and grabbed some cereal. Cereal was the only safe food in the house. Everything else was at risk of being contaminated. Last week they had to fight off an army of hot dogs.

Danny sat at the table and began to eat. His mind drifted to school. Today was his first day of highschool. He was both nervous and excited at the same time. His thoughts were interrupted by his spoon clicking into his bowl. He must've dropped it again by accident. He moved to grab it and was shocked when his hand didn't miss his spoon but went entirely through his bowl. He kept trying to grab at his spoon until finally his hand let him. He looked at his hand. What happened to him?

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"Aw, sweetie, you're getting so big! I remember when you were just a little boy playing with your toy rocket!" Danny's mom gushed while berating him with kisses.

"Akh Mom gross!" His face scrunched in mock disgust.

"I just want to let you know we are so proud of you, Danno!" His dad chimed in, "now go get 'em!"

Danny walked into the building and started searching for Sam and Tucker. Through the sea of people he spotted a head of raven black hair and a red beret. They looked like they were arguing about something.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Danny! You gotta help me, bud. She's crazy!" Tucker said, pointing at Sam.

"Hey it's not my fault that your diet promotes the slaughter of innocent animals!" The goth retorted.

"She changed the lunch menu to some weird dirt dish with no meat! How am I gonna cope!" The geek exclaimed, shaking Danny by the shoulders.

"Not sure how to help you there. Who knows maybe you'll like it?" Danny replied. The trio began walking towards their new lockers and compared schedules. It looks like they all had classes together which was good cause Danny could use the moral support.

"Hey guys, could I talk to you about something more serious? It's been a month since the accident and things have been strange," Danny started. He took his friends' expressions as a sign to continue, "I-well, somehow strange things have happened where I'll sometimes pass through things or disappear and I have no idea what's going on or how to stop it. It just kinda happens."

"Like right now?" Tucked asked, pointing at Danny's sinking form.

Danny looked down to see himself sinking through the floor. He started to panic and flail around while his friend's tried to help him.

"See what I mean. I don't know what all happened when I went in that portal, but it changed me and not just my arm."

The trio proceeded to head to class before Danny bumped into someone.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Fenturd-Woah what happened to your arm?" An all too familiar voice called out.

"Nice to see you too, Dash," Danny groaned. Dash had been picking on him since middle school. He had hoped that now they were in high school the bullying would stop, but alas he was mistaken.

"You should consider yourself lucky! If you hadn't lost that arm, I would've been able to wail on you from that prank last year!"

"Ah yes, because losing a limb is lucky."

"Don't make me regret sparing you, Fentoe-nail!" Dash spat before walking away.

"What a jerk!" Sam growled.

"Agreed," Tucker nodded.

"Come on guys, let's get to class," Danny replied.

Class was as boring as he remembered. At least since it was the first day he didn't really have any homework. The day dragged on and soon it was time for lunch.

"Sam, no offense, but what the hell is this?" Danny said, gesturing to the pile of grass on his plate.

"This is an ultra-recycle vegetarian delicacy and it's good for you," Sam replied while taking a big bite of her food.

"Yeah… no thanks! I prefer my meat!" Tucker pushed his plate away and stuck his tongue out.

Mr. Lancer walked up to Sam to thank her for the "innovative" menu change. Tucker sniffed the air.

"Meat," he said simply, "meat near."

'Oh Great he's going crazy,' thought Danny

"I'm afraid the rumors of the all you can eat steak in the teacher's lounge are greatly exaggerated," Lancer replied, "thanks again Miss Manson."

"Yeah thanks Sam for making us eat garbage!" Tucker remarked.

"It's not garbage!" Sam scoffed.

Danny and Tucker looked at each other and replied, "It's garbage."

The first ten minutes of lunch passed smoothly. It was at that moment when Danny felt a gas bubble fill up in his throat. It felt like a breath that he didn't release. The breath lurched out of his throat and left his mouth in a cold mist.

"Guys I gotta go. Like, now. I have this feeling that there's something here."

Danny scanned the room with a worried glance. His gaze turned to the food window that was connected to the kitchen.

"Isn't that the lunch lady who died of a heart attack last year?" Tucker spoke up.

"Yeah, but how is she here? Is she a ghost?" Sam chimed in.

"I don't know, but I have a strong feeling we should check it out," Danny replied and started to get up.

The other two followed close by as Danny walked into the kitchen. Judging by how translucent the lunch lady was, there was no way she was human. Her eyes turned towards the children and she cracked a sweet smile.

"Hello, children, I was wondering if you could help me? Someone decided it would be a good idea to change the menu," the ghost asked sweetly.

"Oh, yeah she did!" Tucker stated, pointing at Sam.

"YOU CHANGED THE MENU! THE MENU IS SACRED. IT'S BEEN THE SAME FOR OVER FIFTY YEARS!" Screeched the Lunch Lady. A wind started picking up as the sweet lady morphed into something more monstrous.

"Guys…get behind me!" Danny called his friends who immediately complied.

"Wow. I feel safe," remarked Sam.

"Something's happening like I'm going… I'm going ghost!" Danny exclaimed. White rings formed around him and traveled his body. His t-shirt and jeans were replaced with a black Hazmat suit with white boots and a white glove on his right hand. Huh. Still no left arm even as a ghost.

The cabinets started shaking on their hinges. That can't be good. Food and dishes exploded from every direction and swirled around in the air. The Lunch Lady waved her hand and sent dishes flying towards Sam and Tucker. Danny flew in front of them to try and catch the plates, totally blanking on the fact he only had one arm. A few seconds before impact he became painfully aware of this fact and braced himself.

He caught as many plates as he could and was surprised when he didn't hear any shatter behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see where the extra plates fell and noticed something green out of the corner of his eye.

In place of his left arm was a lime green tentacle holding all the plates he missed. Huh, neat. He flew around and continued to catch more plates.

"Ya know if this whole ghost thing doesn't work out I could be a busboy," Danny remarked. The food swarm grew bigger and started to attack his friends. Since when are the cabinets big enough to store all this? Danny flew over to them and grabbed their shoulders. Maybe he could make all three of them able to go through the wall. He concentrated on being intangible and pulled his friends into the hallway.

"It worked!" Danny celebrated. The party was short-lived when piles of meat started to fly through the hall. Tucker started identifying the different cuts by their scent. Kinda weird, but ok. Where did all this meat come from? The yell of 'Paradise Lost' could be heard from the teacher's lounge.

The meat swarmed the Lunch Lady ghost until it morphed with her into a giant meat monster. Oh shit. Danny stanced to take off, but accidentally detransformed instead. Double shit. The meat monster took Sam. Danny was about to chase them when a firm hand pressed on his shoulder.

"You two are in so much trouble. I don't know how you did it, but you took away one of the few joys I've had in my life. I am supposed to be chowing down on a sir loin!" Lancer's voice yelled from behind him.

Danny and Tucker were led to Lancer's office. Lancer droned on about finding a suitable punishment and left the room to grab something. Now was their chance. Tucker sniffed the air.

"That meat is still in the building," he whispered to Danny. Danny got up and turned so he could grab Tucker. He focused on him and Tucker sinking into the floor.

They sank into a musty basement beneath the school. So this is where the meat was stored! A pungent smell invaded his nostrils. This place is probably a health hazard. Tucker's eyes widened at a gigantic freezer simply labeled meat.

"How come I'm the one-armed dead guy and you're somehow weirder than me," he whispered to Tucker. Danny peered around a corner and looked around. He spotted Sam trapped in a pile of meat.

Danny forced the transformation rings to change him into a ghost. Maybe he could figure out how to summon that tentacle thing again. It was time to rescue Sam.

"I'll free Sam. You take the monster," Tucker whispered. Danny nodded and took off.

"Hey you! I'd say it's nice to MEAT you, but that would be a total lie!" Danny yelled, getting the monster's attention. While he was engaged in battle, Tucker pulled out a fork and ate Sam's way out. The two watched as Danny got snatched by the meat monster's giant hand.

"Don't worry, Danny! I'll eat you out!" Tucker yelled. The meat monster chucked Danny through the wall.

"Run?" Sam suggested.

"Run." Tucker agreed, and the two booked it.

The meat monster lunged at them and blocked the exit with steaks. Danny poked his head back through the wall. Once he noticed Sam and Tucker being chased, he flew over to get them to safety. His new tentacle arm thing wrapped around his friends. Danny decided they needed to make a tactical retreat and phased the three of them through the wall outside the school.

"Hey Danny? Are you ok? You look really tired," Sam asked him. Tucker matched her face of concern.

"Yeah I'm fine…." He started before sinking. His tentacle arm slinked back, dropping Sam and Tucker. His friends both looked down at the form of their sleeping, human friend.

Danny woke up in the comfort of his own bed. His eyes glanced over to see his friends looming over him.

"What happened?" Danny asked and used his arm to sit up.

"Dude, we thought we lost you. You've been asleep for four days!" Tucker replied solemnly.

"Wait, really?!"

"Nah, it's only been a couple of hours."

"Tucker! Knock it off! Your carelessness almost got him killed!"

"My carelessness? If you hadn't changed the darn menu we wouldn't be in this mess! That's it, I'm changing the menu back!"

Tucker ran out of the room. Sam followed and screamed, "If you want to put meat back on the menu you're going to have to go through me first!"

Danny sighed. Hopefully it'll get better by tomorrow.

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It did not, infact, get better. Danny arrived at school the next morning to see a meat festival on one side, and a veggie protest on the other. How his friends managed to orchestrate this overnight? He'll never know. What mattered now was trying to stay neutral.

"You're either on my side-" Tucker yelled.

"Or you're against him!" Sam interrupted.

The two kept on squabbling. Danny eventually started to zone them out. His daze was interrupted when the feeling in the back of his throat appeared again. Just like last time, a puff of cold mist released from his mouth. He looked up at the school to see a red tornado of meat. He glanced around. There were too many people who could see him transform.

"Um guys? I think now would be a great time to make up!" His friends wrapped around him to cover him. He let his ghostly side leak through and turned invisible.

A giant meat monster raged over the school and terrorized the students. Danny had to act fast. He exchanged punches with the ghost. The lunch lady eventually grabbed him and yeeted him across the building.

Unbeknownst to Danny at the time, Jack and Maddie Fenton prepared to catch a ghost who was posing as their daughter. (She wasn't actually a ghost, but they didn't realize that.) Jack whipped out a prototype Fenton Thermos which would capture the imposter, only it didn't really work. It needed a better power source. Jack finally realized that maybe he shouldn't be hunting ghosts. Maybe it was better to spend time with his kids. Jack decided at that moment to vow off ghost hunting and chucked the thermos.

Danny was falling when he was hit by a metal object. Ouch. Danny quickly realized this was the prototype catching device his parents were working on. Maybe he could give it some juice? He thanked his parents and fell through the ground right in front of them.

"GHOST! SEE I TOLD YOU THEY WERE REAL!" was the last thing Danny heard before he sank into the ground.

Danny reemerged on the other side of the school. Let's hope this works. He focused his power into jumpstarting the thermos. Time to catch a monster.

"Hey meaty! I don't know what you have STEAKed in this, but you gotta handle your BEEF somewhere else!" He yelled to get the monster's attention. Danny popped open the thermos. Here goes nothing!

A bright light exploded out of the cylinder as the meat monster tried to fight against its pull. The meat divided to reveal the Lunch Lady as she was sucked into the Thermos. Piles of meat littered the school grounds. Danny felt bad for whoever had to clean this up.

"You three are in SO much trouble!" Lancer yelled, "you will all report here after school to clean!"

"Why me?! I only got one arm! How am I supposed to clean?" Danny argued.

"I'm sure we can figure out a way."

And so Danny spent his afternoon with a glove on his hand, picking up individual pieces of meat. Maybe he'll be able to figure out how to summon his tentacle arm as a human, so next time he can stick to a broom.

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In a realm of floating doors, an old clock tower stood. Inside was a figure draped in a purple cloak. He stroked his wispy beard as he watched the birth of a paradox. Both dead and alive. This one was destined for great things. He will bring balance to the Realms.

#danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #phic #phic phight #disabled danny #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #tw gore

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arguablyartworks · 2 years

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Having a bit of fun with some speedy sketch comics.

Here’s my Danny design in full.

#dp #Danny Phantom #danny phantom fanart #Danny Fenton #Daniel Fenton #disabled danny #dp fanart #comic #comic sketch #sketch

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tanglepelt · 7 months

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Dc x dp idea 133

Danny is really confused. Like sure he made a fake account in order “use” his parents completely valid and not in biased research on ghosts.

Cause obviously. Their completely legit research disproves multiple peer reviewed and factual papers.

Tucker made the fake account. No real names or numbers. So. They couldn’t know it was him right?!??

He just wanted people to see how wack the papers were and bring to light the very not accurate papers. He figured using botched research to counter claim others would do something.

But??? Why was the flash in his living room arguing with his parents about scientific articles. And proper research??

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #dcxdp crossover #Danny managed to piss off thenscience community #fentons are making a mockery of it #the papers were getting flack #but a look at the fentonWorks website caused the investigation #they mentioned some experiments #some pretty unethical things #which turned into a violation of the anti meta acts #and given the security system that no one could disable #it’s enfused with ecto #then the weapons destruction trail via social media #well. best to send some hero’s #flash just has personal beef with the fentons

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marzfartz · 19 days

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Annnndddd here's my final entry for @green-with-envy-phandom-event that makes a nice #27!! I love @tsubaki94's au comic so I really enjoyed colouring this!

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #greenwithenvy2024 #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #disabled danny au

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aph-mable · 9 months

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My Uncle is a Nut.

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Chapter 2

Lex stares down at his computer screen as he looks over the latest news about DALV Co.

Afterall, it's not that often that one of the guests at a Gala takes it upon themselves to save the day before any heroes show up.

Luthor was now interested in the very same young man that achieved this. Daniel Fenton, Vlad's Godson and the second youngest Co CEO next to Tim Drake-Wayne.

Even with a basic internet search on the boy there was plenty of information to find, both about his family and what connections they had.

Daniel's parents; Madeline and Jack Fenton. Doctors in both biology and engineering, working with the government, as well as the most well known pioneers in Ecto science, a very unique study.

They own a weapons workshop together and quite frankly put some of Gothams own mad scientists to shame with their inventions.

There is only one other child besides Daniel, who is quite a bright young lady named Jasmine Fenton, who’s currently working towards getting her degree in psychology.

Meanwhile Daniel Fenton has his own achievements that were not to be ignored.

He was on the fast track to becoming an astronaut in his early teens, only to have that dream crushed after an accident that left him wheelchair bound and his grades to temporarily suffer, yet he continued to push forward.

There was news articles about how Daniel risked his life to save an endangered species of gorilla, he had been seen at many protests fighting for the rights of metas and the meta adjacent, and with him now as Co CEO of DALV co he was incharge over and currently the main inventor of the technology being made and sold.

That last part is what caught Lex’s attention the most, especially since he was now a business partner with Vlad Master’s (much to his distaste), yet the man made very high quality technology that has proven him an asset for now.

So to find out it was the man’s Godson who was the one making the inventions provided something he desperately desired, a different person to make a deal with.

Because in all honesty, Vlad Masters, both as a business partner and a villain in arms, was just horrible to deal with.

Vlad at the best of the times was attention seeking or grumbling about not getting his way, maybe bragging about his achievements as mayor. But at his worst?

Luthar has seen that pompous dragon get very, very petty. somehow stealing others wealth, companies, even passion projects, just because he wanted to. And somehow, he always got away with it.

Yet at the last gala Lex got a glimpse into how much worse Masters could be. The entire night the man had been strangely territorial over his charge, much to the boy’s annoyance. Lex could have sworn he’d seen Vlad’s eyes go red when he was being held back from reaching his godson later into the night. His protectiveness was not like that of a parent’s, but rather a beast whose treasure was being messed with.

That in itself is worrisome, especially since it will affect Lex’s plans to become business partners with Daniel instead of his godfather. Add in the fact that Vlad is obviously a controlling narcissist… well, lex has always enjoyed a good challenge now and then. For now, all he has to do is schedule a meeting with the young Co CEO at a time Masters will be busy, and go from there.

Reaching for his phone Luthor dialed his secretary’s number as he smugly leaned back in his chair.

“Eve, can you get me Vlad Master’s schedule? I Have a meeting in mind.”

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Danny was busy tinkering away at his work desk, music playing from a small speaker as he hyper focused on his latest invention.

It was supposed to be an updated version of the phantom thermos, making it not just easier to capture ghosts, but allowing it much more space and durability as well as the ability to catch more than just ghosts.

He had long since retired the fenton thermos back to being a normal thermos for holding liquid, and maybe an emergency projectile if needed. He wanted a much more successful capture device and is slowly trying to move away from using Fenton works weapons all together.

By now all of team phantom made their own weapons and devices, both being much more ecto friendly as well as complementing their fighting style.

Danny still mostly used his powers and hand to hand combat to take down ghosts, but it’s still useful to have gadgets just in case he couldn't use his abilities.

Danny's mind starts to race with new ideas and possible upgrades to various inventions, including some exciting upgrades to his chair when a notification caught his eye, someone had entered the lab.

With a groan he puts his thermos away and dramatically flops further back into his chair just as whoever was planning to bother him approached….

Only to see a bald man in a suit raise an eyebrow as he kept a respectable distance.

Danny pulls his goggles up as he scans the man, he could have sworn he’d seen him before… oh right, the Gala Vlad dragged him to.

Turning his chair, Danny crosses his arms as he got a better view of the man, now remembering his name; Lex Luthor, one of Vlad’s newest business partners that was supposed to hash out plans with his Godfather.

Mr. Luthor relaxed as Danny gave him his full attention, he even gave out a small chuckle under his breath as he read the boy's shirt that said ‘I’m not a mourning person’.

Not so subtly he switched his chuckle to a fake clearing of his throat as he offered out his hand.

“You must be Daniel Fenton, I have to say you definitely made a name for yourself, especially after the previous Gala.” he kept a smug smile that he tried to hide as a genuine one.

Danny took the guy's hand and shook it firmly as he was trying to figure out what, exactly, he wanted.

“Yup that's me, though I prefer to be called Danny. Soo, who are you and what are you doing in my lab?”

“Straight to the point, I like it.” Mr. Luthor glanced over at Dann’s work bench before taking a much more relaxed slouched, “My name is Lex Luthor, and I’m here to offer a business partnership with you.”

This made Danny freeze up in surprise, because who the hell is crazy enough to make a business deal with a teenager? Lex Luthor, Apparently!

His face scrunched a bit as he leaned back in his chair, not fully believing that's what the man wanted, or at the very least it’s not as cut and dry as he’s making it sound. There has to be a catch here.

“Why? Aren't you already Vlad’s business partner? You're already working with us.”

Luthor nods as he walks around and explains his reasoning, “It’s true that i'm a partner of DALV co, but the details have yet to be fully hashed out, meaning I’m not quite a business partner with Mr. Master’s himself yet. And I’ll be honest here with you, I really don’t want to deal with him.”

Once more Danny was surprised, yet he started to relax when he heard Lex wasn’t as friendly with Vlad as he first thought.

“Really? That must be why he was trying suck up to you all night at the gala, I just assumed that was Vlad trying to flirt.”

Danny couldn’t help but burst out laughing as he saw Lex’s face scrunch up in disgust after hearing that.

“Noted, and I really hope it’s not the case. I’m already thinking less of him as is, only to have that bar lowered to a tripwire is the reason why I’d rather not deal with him. Hence why I wanted to come in and make a deal with you instead, since you're less of a.. What's the proper word here?”

“Narcissistic parasite?”

Lex snapped his fingers and grinned, “yes that! At the very least it’s obvious who here actually runs the show when it comes to the technological department. So what do you say, ready to make your first legit big deal in the business world?” once more he offers out a hand.

Danny rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow and staring at the looming man.

“Flattery will get you into many places, but I want to make a few things very clear; I don’t take deals unless I have control over the conditions. I’m not dumb enough to just say yes to someone who managed to get into my lab without Vlad trailing behind. So my rules or nothing.”

“Very well, tell me your conditions, I’ll get my lawyer to write up a contract once we both agree.” Luthor mimics Danny’s cross-armed possession as the teen brainstormed.

Danny looked down at his lap in thought as his fingers tapped on his arm rests before he quickly shot back his answer.

"If we are working together I want lab safety to be a top priority, meaning if I'm calling out something as unsafe you take it seriously. Next is schedules and restrictions.

I'm still in online school and want to hang out with my friends and family, so no last minute meetings unless I can join in online or barring guests from seeing me, obviously you can look into them to be sure they aren't a security risk but beyond that they are welcomed.

Lastly, as long as it's not in the lab I can eat whenever and wherever I want, I'm of course putting it on Vlad's tab if it's anything expensive.

Sound like a fair deal?"

Lex humed for a moment as he tapped his chin before agreeing with a small nod.

"I'll agree to those terms if you agree to mine.

I'll go along with the lab safety protocol as long as you don't question what purpose we are collaborating on, well as long as it doesn't violate the rule of course.

Second is we have to work together at my labs in Matroplas, and I'm okay with meeting online if there is a time crunch or it's trivial, guests will need to be checked by security to be sure they aren't smuggling anything in or out.

Lastly for the budget, whenever we are collaborating it's a 50/50 split unless we agree on otherwise.

So what do you say, we got a deal?"

Lex holds out his hand for Danny to shake, which he does with no hesitation.

"Deal."

"Excellent! Now, how about we get some lunch while we work out travel plans" Luther claps his hands as he leads the way.

"Sure, as long as it's on yours or Vlad's dime I don't care." Danny follows after, placing the security protocol on as they leave.

As they ride the elevator down Danny thinks, Lex may be a nutty billionaire, but he’s not as bad as the fruitloop…

He’s a cheerio.

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End of chapter 2 for now.

#dyslexia #dp crossover #long reads #batfamily #bruce wayne #disabled danny #damain wayne #jon kent #lex luthor #patrol partners event 2023 #autistic writers

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