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thebooo-merang · 2 months
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Hey @the-oaken-muse I'm your gifter for the Valentine's Core Exchange 2024!! Dora/Ember was a pairing that had never crossed my mind till this event! Thanks for the opportunity I hope you enjoy it!
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Meet Princess Dorathea🐉👸
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     Meet my take on Danny Phantom’s lovely Dragon ghost royalty, Princess Dorathea!!!🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸🐉👸
    Would u wanna go to the ball with her?
What do u think? I’d love to know💖
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splashtail · 9 months
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im working on my personal/redesigns of dp ghosts and some of the first doodles i did were of dora so :-) have some thought sketches !
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number1villainstan · 10 months
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jfc Danny Phantom (as a show) is so chauvinistic
And like, watching Beauty Marked in particular makes it extra obvious, especially because with the whole pageant thing and the medieval theme makes it seem like it's half-heartedly trying to be a girl power episode, except it really doesn't work--you have a bunch of girls trying to bribe the judge to get to be the beauty pageant winner, and Danny and Tucker reveling in 'getting all the girls' while Danny's chosen as the judge, and Sam judging the girls involved and boys watching instead of the actual practices and ideals that the pageant is apparently based on, and the whole implication that misogyny only exists in the 'dark ages' which both disrespects actual medieval Europe AND sidesteps the question of sexism in the modern day, the treatment of Dora's relationship with her brother (imo very poorly handled), probably a whole bunch of other things in this episode and in the general show that I'm not mentioning/remembering
but like, it's Danny Phantom, i shouldn't expect that much of it
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a-sterling-rose · 7 months
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Princess Dorathea
Hey, y'all. I drew @dnpanimationstudioclone Dora in my style while adding my own personal ideas.
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Yep, there she is. However, this is what I imagine what she looks like when she can take off her veil and makeup:
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She wears a veil not purely modesty, but to properly hide her horns and sensors(ears). I always pictured she also has to wear face powder to hide her scales.
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Well, there it is, my first dragon drawing! I wasn't sure if there was really much I could change about her dragon form. I made her stay green. She doesn't have eyebrows, but I gave her those bumps to give the illusion of them. Here's a size comparison her her human form:
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Well, I hope you like your gift @dnpanimationstudioclone
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satoshy12 · 4 months
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Killer Croc x Princess Dorathea
Princess Dora had fallen in love! With that scaled warrior of the city of shadows! She saw him while on her travels. +
That was what she told Ser Phantom about it! After she had talked with the other girls in Girl's Night about it, For once, she was talking about romance!!  +
Danny wasn't sure what to say, but after seeing her brother, Prince Aragon, he would make sure Dora was save! + Gotham
That was how Waylon woke up to see a meta child looking down on him and having an interview about himself.
While Waylon had no idea what was going on, he was happy to not be attacked. And the Meta nodded his head. "Good, you actually are better than what I feared. Good time for us to go!"
That was how Gotham saw Flying Killer Croc as he was kidnapped to Amity Park.
+ In Amity Park.
Waylon noticed no one was giving him a second look, as if a walking Croc man is normal. He kind of liked it; this was kind of the best kidnapping he had.
The elderly shop owner said," Oh, you are Dora's crush." Phantom:" You knew about it?" The old lady laughed. " Yeah. I learned about it as Dora was swooning about him. Her muscular reptile warrior, who defeated Shadow Bats. He is, as she said he would be. Making him ready for a date?" Danny:" Yeah. We need flowers and a rest." +
That was how Waylon learned a woman had a crush on him, and he was kidnapped to take her on a date. This town was weird, but good weirdness.
But Dorathea was a good woman, and Amity Park was doing it for him. He is staying here; he already has a job and a house to stay in.
Before he knew about it, he was already courting her, and her dragon form was just beautiful. Her way of speaking made it a good thing he read Red Hood's books.
Maybe he should invite him to visit; it would do the ex-robin good to not be in Gotham for a while.
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ebonyheartnet · 10 days
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Prompt: Dorathea has her position as queen be threatened because misogyny sucks, blah, blah, blah. Someone brought up the whole, “lack of an heir,” thing and claimed women just up and reincarnate/move on randomly, because they’re, “easily overcome with emotion.” The best way to keep there from being a riot without just giving it back to her brother? Just name an heir.
Now if only Dora had remembered to actually tell Danny.
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herbatahleb · 1 year
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BatPham was watched DP yesterday and this is what I drawing while I was watching
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lolottes · 4 months
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Dinah Drake
I just learned that the last name of the first black canary was drake.
How is this not used in fanfics anymore?
why am I learning this so late?
Did you remember the thread where we learn that Tim is from princess dora's family? let's add dinah to the mix
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Favorite Niece (dp x dc)
Dora took a deep, unneeded breath as she nodded her thanks to sir Wulf. She had much to thank him for, which was made obvious by the glowing portal in front of her. Hopefully, he was satisfied with her offer of asylum should he ever need it if not… Well, that would simply mean this would be the second debt owed she had incurred today.
Sir Ghost Writer had not had any specific requests since every library in her domain had been declared public and she had promised him a boon he could decide upon at a later date. His rare genealogical volumes had been the key for this particular endeavor, and so Dora considered this a fair and needed bargain.
There was no sense delaying this further, the princess - no she was Queen now - thought to herself. Making sure her medallion was in place and her green skin was properly disguised, she squared her shoulders and stepped right through the portal.
The first thing she noticed was the noise, it was much louder than she was used too, not to mention distracting. After another fortifying breath, Dora got the little scrap of paper out of her dress pocket -once again the thought of a dress with pockets sent a tingle of joy down her spine - and unfolded it. Though she now knew the address by heart, the action steadied her a little and she looked up to find a street name. She had asked to be dropped as close as possible so the place should be easy to find. And indeed it was.
Less than five minutes later, Dora stood in front of a nondescript door feeling like her dead heart was beating out of her chest. She raised her hand and in spite of her nerves, knocked firmly. Dora listened as footsteps were heard on the other side of the door, and the dragon-queen felt her anticipation rise. Then, the door opened and Dora was faced with a young blonde woman. As their eyes met, Dora took a deep breath before she opened her mouth.
“May I ask if someone called Harleen Quinzel lives here?”
“You’re lookin’ at her missy,” woman answered with a questioning quirk of her eyebrow.
Looking into the woman’s blue eyes, Dora smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Dorathea. I’m your aunt, several times removed.”
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jackdraw-spwrite · 7 months
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Hello! I had the honor of making the sidebar art for this year's @ectoberhaunt!
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fuyuthefoxwriter · 20 days
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Look upon her majesty, queen dorathea
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Wonderful lineart by @echo-does-art
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Decided to see what Dorathea and Aragon could’ve looked like alive or perhaps in mortal disguises, hosting a medieval fair festival for some master ruse(@a-sterling-rose suggested it), like when Dorathea posed as the Princess host for the beauty pageant in Beauty Marked. I didn’t alter the outfits because I based it on medival royalty wear so they’re already well dressed for the part.
What do u think? How do you think they could’ve looked alive? I’d love to know💖
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Part 3 is done, part 4 will start soon
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ave-aria · 1 year
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Temple of Clockwork, Dora’s Domain. In order to display gratitude for time moving forward in their kingdom again, Dora builds a temple to the mythical ghost-god Clockwork at the edge of her kingdom, where all may come to pay their respects.
Danny... er, gently tries to tell Dora that Clockwork’s domain is actually only two zones away from hers, down and slightly to the left. He has so far been unsuccessful.
Clockwork, meanwhile, thinks this whole thing is hilarious.
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raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year
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Her Knight in Shining Armor
Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: Fright Knight asks to court Princess Dorathea. (from @pennerjones)
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[No applicable warnings]
There were a lot of things Danny was unprepared for when he was crowned king of the Infinite Realms, but this had to be way at the top of the list. Fright Knight, the Ghost King's strongest and scariest general was knelt before him, head bowed, sword on the floor between them asking for a date.
"Your majesty," Fright Knight had said. "I humbly request your blessing to court Princess Dorathea of your royal court."
Not a date with Danny, thank the Ancients, but he had absolutely no idea why he had to get involved in the first place. He balked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to think of an answer, any answer, but even 'no' was eluding him.
"Uh—I—um—you want—why—" Danny spluttered, while Fright Knight waited patiently for him to compose himself. "I mean... That's between you and Dora," he said finally, figuring that to be the most respectful answer.
Dora had spent 1600 years with someone else making all of her decisions for her, so she deserved the chance to decide for herself if she wanted to be courted or not. Danny nodded, satisfied with that conclusion.
"Yeah," he reaffirmed. "You and Dora are grown adults... I think... and you can make your own decisions. It's none of my business who you date, honestly, royal court or not. So, if you want to court Dora, ask her permission, not mine."
"Yes, my king."
"But if she says 'no', you'll respect her decision, right?"
"Of course, my king."
"Good, now... I don't know, go do whatever it is you do when we're not at war," Danny commanded, waving a hand for Fright Knight to leave the room. They were never at war, since Danny refused to let things come to that, so Fright Knight had little to do most of the time, and ended up helping with diplomatic endeavors more often than not. Perhaps that was how the knight had gotten close to Dora in the first place, since that was more her area.
Soul Shredder was slipped into its sheath with a soft shink, and the knight stood, bowed, and left. As soon as the knight was gone, Danny breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that awkward encounter was finally over. When he'd finally relented to take the crown, he hadn't realized he was signing up to determined the personal affairs of his whole court.
He'd pretty much just appointed ghosts to his court at random. Any ghost he was on friendly terms with was a member. If he'd known he would be fielding proposals from Fright Knight, he would've appointed fewer ghosts. Even though the Spirit of Halloween worked for him now, he was still pretty scared of the ghost. And who wouldn't be? That was Fright Knight's whole deal, striking fear into the hearts of all, or whatever.
Dora would be okay, right? Yeah. She could take care of herself. Even Fright Knight would have trouble taking on a dragon if she got pissed by the courting proposal. She'd be fine. That knowledge wouldn't stop Danny from being a little nervous for her anyway.
Fright Knight mounted Nightmare and rode the steed toward the Medieval Realm, the realm presided over by the lovely Princess Dorathea who had the knight utterly smitten with her charm and her grace. Nightmare's wings beat steadily as she carried her master through the vast ectoplasmic skies of the Ghost Zone. When they arrived, her hooves clopped a rhythm on the cobblestone streets of the castle town.
Quite against nature, Fright Knight's chest buzzed with nerves, as if a swarm of hornets had made a home right by the core within and been agitated by the aura of menace it produced. Nightmare came to a stop before the castle gates. Fright Knight hailed the guards, head held high, and asked to see the princess. 
The guards stepped aside, allowing passage without argument. They weren't about to tell the head general of the Ghost King's army that the princess was busy. Fright Knight dismounted and allowed them to call someone to escort Nightmare to the stable for the duration of the visit. She didn't seem to like the stable boy much, but he knew she was the Fright Knight's horse, so he would surely be on his best behavior. A lowly stable boy could mistreat Nightmare at his peril. 
"The princess is in the Great Hall, making preparations for her deathday party," a guard said.
"The princess' deathday approaches?" asked Fright Knight, surprised, having no idea that it was so soon. "When?"
"A fortnight of tomorrow," responded the guard. "It promises to be quite the merry celebration. She desires to one-up her brother's old deathday banquets every year hence, since she's been able to throw so few in her afterlife. Last year she threw a rave."
"I see. Thank you, good fellow." Fright Knight walked past the gate into the inner courtyard and then the castle proper. Princess Dorathea's castle had become familiar as the knight spent time with her, working together to solve disputes and dissatisfaction in the realms as members of the Ghost King's inner circle. It was pleasant to think that the two had grown close, but facing the doors of the Great Hall with the princess just on the other side brought back the agitated hornets two-fold.
Surely the princess valued Fright Knight's company as the knight did hers. What was there to be nervous about? How could Fright Knight, Harbinger of Fear, Spirit of Halloween, and high general of the Ghost King's army, be afraid of a girl?
The knock echoed all the way down the halls, ringing around in the knight's black helmet as the heavy doors swung open on their own, the way doors only did in the Ghost Zone. The human realm was rife with inconveniences, like manual doors that utterly hobbled dramatic entrances.
"Hail and well met, Princess Dorathea," Fright Knight greeted.
"Frighty!" the princess squealed, flitting over excitedly. "I am so glad you're here! Help me pick out flavors for the punch! I simply cannot decide whether I like pomegranite or lime better." She handed over two paper cups and urged the knight to taste-test.
"I believe the pomegranite is more to my taste," Fright Knight obliged her. "Although I see no reason why you should not be able to serve both."
"Oh! You are absolutely right!" she said. "I can't believe I didn't think of that."
"I am honored to be of assistance."
"You are invited to the party of course," Princess Dorathea assured. "You will come, won't you?"
"If you desire me to be there, I could not possibly refuse."
She happily clapped her hands together. "Excellent! It will be ever so much fun!" Fright Knight could have spent an eon basking in her smile but it morphed into a mildly alarmed and apologetic expression far too quickly to oblige that desire. "Oh, but I haven't yet asked why you're here! Surely you did not come to advise me on which punch to serve. Did you have something you wished to speak to me about?"
"Indeed I did." Fright Knight drew the Soul Shredder and knelt before the princess who could take the knight's very soul if she so desired, and would be asked for nothing in return. Sword laid at her feet, and head bowed to ask her blessing, Fright Knight made the request. "You see I have grown very fond of you in our time spent together under King Phantom, the Great Protector. And so, my most radiant Princess Dorathea, I have come to ask your permission to court you, if you will have me?"
The princess gasped and Fright Knight had to resist the urge to look up at her, knowing that would be rude. Those moments, however brief, of not knowing whether it was a good gasp or a bad gasp were agonizing, nerve-wracking. If there had been breath in Fright Knight's body it would not have escaped through the tight knot of anxiety.
"Oh Frighty!" Her tone was fond, promising. Still, the knight's head did not lift. "I... I would be pleased beyond words, but... should you not ask his majesty?"
"Of course, my sweet princess," Fright Knight assured her. "His majesty made it clear that he believed it should be your decision whether you allow me to court you, and not his. Will you allow me?"
"Rise, Fright Knight." The knight followed her command, sheathing sword and standing. Even were she not a princess, her words would have as much power. Finally, the two of them were eye to eye, and relief flooded the knight upon seeing her beaming smile, brimming with soft-hearted affection. "I would be most honored and appreciative if you would see fit to court me. If my permission is all you require, I freely give it."
"My gratitude is boundless as the love I have for you. I'll put my best foot forward in endeavoring to woo. I hope you'll find, that e'en in death, one heart cannot compare to two. And someday soon, I'll prove to you that I am your love true."
"Oh, Frighty!" Princess Dorathea trembled, attempting to hold herself back, but in the end, she gave in to her temptations and threw her arms around Fright Knight's middle, heedless of the armor's hard edges. Though shocked by the flagrant physical affection, the knight's hands hesitantly found their way to her back, accepting the embrace. "You always speak the most beautiful poetry."
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