Danny Phantom headcanon that one reason people don’t recognize Fenton as Phantom is because, aside from the fact that it’s not a conclusion most people would easily come to, Phantom doesn’t look very human much less like Fenton.
Phantom is much more solid than most ghosts, easier to see than others but he’s always stuck in a state of semi-invisibility in which humans can see right through him. His whole body looks mostly whole but also kind of fuzzed out on the edges like he’s blending slightly in the environment. He’s most solid closest to his core but as you extend outwards, he kinds of fades a bit. He doesn’t come out well in photos because of this, many ghosts can’t be captured at all.
His snow white hair is much the same, being more like a semi-solid mist instead of hair. It can behave like a solid but it moves as if he’s underwater. The locks that float around him look to be the same consistency of a cloud and only he can really touch it. His trademark glowing green eyes are just that, glowing green. They’re practically like flashlights and are an incredibly distracting feature that casts his whole face in an eerie glow. Most people find themselves drawn to them rather than his facial features. But should you look past the eyes, his face is still hard to describe. It’s like looking at an old grainy photograph without defined faces. You can see his expressions, see him move but key features are hard to pin down. Most people would never describe the two boys as being similar, aside from the names. Even the people in the know needed time to get used to Phantom’s unfamiliar, inhuman features.
“You’re what?” Valerie spluttered, almost dropping the white china teacup cradled in her hands.
“I’m a ghost?” It came out as less of a statement of fact and more of a question, and Danny peered at Val over the rim of his coffee. “I have been since freshman year of high school.”
Val set her hot chocolate down. “You’re messing with me.”
The hum of a winter afternoon in the small coffee shop buzzed pleasantly. A couple of baristas chatted behind the counter as the hot milk steamed, and the clacking of keyboards drifted from the armchairs at the corner of the room. It was an incredibly public place, and Val was half-convinced that Sam and Tucker were going to pop up from behind the counter any second, revealing that this was all some kind of crazy practical joke. But Sam and Tucker were off at college by now. She glanced back at Danny, who seemed to be studying her very carefully.
“I’m not pulling your leg.” He took another cautious sip of his sugary drink. “Unfortunately. Or, I guess, fortunately. Depends on where you’re sitting.”
Val shook her head. “Okay. So let’s pretend that I believe that you’re a ghost, which you’re obviously not.”
“How? If you’re a ghost, why don’t you look like a ghost? And how did you even die in the first place?” Danny’s body posture changed and he straightened, looking directly into Val’s eyes.
“Lab accident.” He said, and in that moment, sincere and sad look in his eyes, Val believed him. She broke eye contact and looked back down at her hot chocolate. The two sat in silence for a moment, contemplating the other and the weight of their own conversation.
“Well,” Danny finally broke the silence, “mostly.”
“What?” Val started, looking up.
“I mostly died in a lab accident, almost, not quite, uh… half. Whatever you want to call it.”
“That’s absurd.” She scoffed. “How do you–” But she knew. That girl, the one from their sophomore year of high school, the one that she’d seen hanging around with Phantom a couple of times since. “Like the ghost girl.” She breathed, and the full force of Danny’s admission came crashing down on her, shoulders slumping with the weight. “You’re a half-ghost.”
Danny simply leaned back in his chair and stared out the window as snow swirled through the air.
How many of you use the makeup sponges/applicator on the left?
I’d use at least one every day I put makeup on. I started to think about how many of these things I’ve thrown away over the years. How many were thrown away by people all over the world. It seemed so wasteful.
I started looking and found these silicone applicators on the right. You get three on Amazon for $9.99.
Not only can you wash these and use them over and over it also take a FRACTION of the amount of makeup because nothing soaks in. I would guess I use only a quarter of what I use to use.
I’m really happy with this product and I feel better that I’m wasting so much less in sponges and in makeup. If you use makeup I encourage you to check these out.
3/$9.99 …. You can’t go wrong.
i’ve stopped giving a shit and just started going “shut up dumbass” in lfr when elitists try to go “too low on dps” or “kick for wrong mechanics”. like i don’t care who they’re accusing, my automatic reaction is “shut up”
HAPPY IKARISHIPPING DAY!!!! phew, it’s still the 28th in some countries… ;;
Since it’s the 10th anniversairy of the dp anime and Rissy was going to revive Ikarishipping (Confession) Day anyway, I thought I had to contribute to this year’s event! Even though I’m no longer active in the fandom b/c rh took over me for 4 years now… www The nostalgia has hit my hard since last year lol
It’s quite interesting to see how much my art has developed over the time~ When I started posting my digital art online, it was because to them after all… Even if it took me almost 10 years to reach that level, I’m proud I still haven’t given up on art (and Shinji and Hikari) yet~
Oh yeah, please read this post since I couldnt find her post in the tag for some reason ;;