More DannyMay sketches I did.
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Last Line Tag
GameRules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Sorry @tytach I know you're supposed to tag a bunch of people but I don't have that many friends 😜 And you've already taken @arken-99 sooooo... @dp-marvel94 what do you have in the works?
Anyway, here's a line I just wrote for an upcoming chapter of Fire with Fire: (and since my last line isn't a single word, I'll give a little extra for a hint of context)
MJ resettled into her seat, a knowing smirk teasing the corners of her mouth. "So you're in on it, too... Huh."
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Anyone can dream through the night
But only some can dream with eyes wide
There lies the fight inside
It resides in everyone
DannyMay 2021, Day 13
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Scars - Day Twelve
Her eyes catch a few indentations in his arms, it’s just out the corner of her eyes, a split second, and then it’s gone. Her son is sitting at the dinner table, trundling through an assignment of his. Maddie thinks this is the longest her son has sat still, or just even been in her presence.
But Danny is fine. He’s still her little baby boy, with sweet china blue eyes and a heart of gold. So why is his track record so bad at school?
She avoids a growl of frustration, as if not to alert Danny, she doesn’t want to scare him off. Where would he even have scars from?
What has he been doing?
Her eyes preen on the nicks on his arms, just sticking slightly out below his shirt sleeves. The fabric ruffles up, and Maddie can see they’re much bigger than what she first thought. Slashes, even.
Horror floods her as the woman turns away, trying to not distract the teenager from the little work he might actually do. Haphazardly, Maddie stacks the dishes in the sink, images of scars flashing through her mind.
How haven’t I noticed them before? Revolt swirls around her mouth, and nausea springs up. God. Her own child, and she hadn’t even noticed him being injured. Is she that bad a parent?
She feels she doesn’t even know who her own son is anymore.
“Danny, are you okay?” She asks her son, not making eye contact with him.
“Uh - yeah?” His voice is twinged with surprise and there’s a ruffle of paper as he shuts his schoolbook. Well, it sounded like he’d stopped doing the work.
There’s no other reply, and Maddie turns and faces him. Straightaway, she can see something is wrong. Her son is clenched to the table as if it’s a lifeline, trembling as if he’s being interrogated. She wants to run and hug him, sweep him up and tell him how much she loves him, but she pulls back.
You’ve ignored him for so long, why would he want a mother like you now?
“You have scars.” Gesturing faintly to his arms, which results in Danny tucking his arms around the back of his chair.
“I’m clumsy. Just stupid, shy and clumsy Fenton.” His blue eyes dart down to his arms, but it’s so fast that Maddie swears it didn’t happen.
Her heart sinks. By his remarks, it’s clear that it’s the school bullies that are the bother. But — wounds to cause scars that deep? Maddie feels sick. How many times has he had to bandage himself up after school, sneak medical equipment from their first aid kit (who was she kidding, she’d seen the disappearing equipment for months but never cooked it till now).
“Who, who did this?” Whoever did this to her baby boy, they would pay.
“It wasn’t anyone! It’s okay. I’m okay.” The boy denied.
“Please, Danny, just tell me. If it’s gotten too bad that you’ve gotten scars, then I need to know who is injuring my baby boy!”
Danny shrinks into the chair, hiding behind locks of thick black hair, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He looks small. Scared.
But Maddie needs to know. This has been going on for months. And if he doesn’t tell her, and she’s still aware, what sort of parent would she be then, to continue to allow her son to get into danger?
No. It stops now.
“You really, really don’t want to know.” Danny lisps.
Maybe it’s traumatic to talk about? Was it that bad—
“It was the portal accident.” Danny firmly states, sweeping his hair out of the way and staring her straight in the face.
“You got the scars from the portal accident? But you didn’t have scars then.” Maddie is confused. What does this have to do with the portal accident?
“All of this started from the portal accident.” Her son responds, then dips down a little, “I know you’re gonna want to interrupt, but please just let me speak.”
Maddie nods, a sign for him to continue.
“Firstly, I walked inside the portal. I was electrocuted.”
She almost collapses. In - inside the portal?!
Her boy should be dead! How was he even still alive? Thousands of volts of electricity, and here he was sitting in front of her. It shouldn’t be possible.
Danny pauses, then continues, giving her time to process the information.
Not enough time, Maddie thinks.
“I woke up and I was a ghost. I — I had a ghost form. I — I have ghost powers.” Any sense of stability that was in Danny’s voice breaks and he splutters out each sentence continuously from the next.
Maddie feels like each extra added sentence is a bullet in her chest. Leaning against the table, she breathes in a few times, wondering how the hell she’ll even begin to process this.
Her son is a ghost. An evil, ectoplasmic remnant of post human consciousness and ectoplasmic remains. But — he’s here! Looking the same as ever before, doing schoolwork (albeit distractedly). Was his schoolwork worse because of being a ghost?
It can’t be true. It’s not.
But somehow, amongst all the ridiculousness a tiny voice reminds her about all the weapons that went off around Danny ever since Day One.
“The weapons went off around you!” Maddie says, consumed by guilt. Danny was in danger by their own weapons, which were meant to keep them safe.
“It’s fine.” Danny shrugs, strangely quite relieved that this is her reaction, “They don’t hurt.”
“They— they don’t hurt? What do you mean?” Maddie blinks. He’s been hurt by their weapons before?
“Uh well, kind of, you — it’s not your fault I wanna say — not yours at all, but um, you might’ve shot at me — once — or twice — or various times…”
Maddie feels her heart break.
She shot at her own son.
Not just once — but multiple times.
Who knows how many times she’s faced off at her son as a ghost, insulted him, shot at him, threatened to dissect him.
And them scars on his arms were her fault, her doing.
But she has to wonder — if he’s a ghost, then which one is he? The woman feels uncertain about considering her son with another, ghostly appearance and blanches.
“Who are you?” Maddie speaks, pulling a seat back and perching infront of her son.
The teenager slides down in his chair, averting his gaze and rubbing his hands through tufts of hair. God, this is the closest she’s gotten, he can’t shut down now.
Danny must’ve guessed what she thought, as he straightened slightly, looking at her out of the corner of her eye. “I’m gonna tell you, if you were thinking I wasn’t.. I just need some time to figure out how to show you.”
Suddenly, her son squeezes his eyes together for a second, and Maddie feels concerned as she watches, helpless. What is he doing?
When he open his eyes and looks back up at her, his eyes are green.
A very familiar green, of Danny Phantom, that is.
Still a day behind.. don’t think it helps that I decided that the next one-shot is gonna be a social media fic (I’m honestly gonna die at formatting that). Hope everyone is having a nice day/night!
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Does anyone know where i can find that very popular meme that has Vlad looking really scary with the word ¨The villain¨ and then Danny looking like a dork kid with the word ¨The hero¨?
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DannyMay day 10: Shadow(s)
I don’t have any answers for you
Thank you to my very best friend @redsunlight for drawing Shadow for this, ily
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fanart for one of the COOLEST mdzs fics out there
so I made this really rough sketch for silvermoonphantom’s fic on ao3, which i highly recommend you guys read. like seriously, go read it right now.
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A fan mini-comic for the wonderful @eight-bitanarchist!
Oh, and may I just say, I love how varied the ways people communicate "ghost" with art. It's so fun to see.
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내 성격은 Half and Half Who knows?
dannymay day 13 - daydream
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sometimes he daydreams in class about being an astronaut. after all, this is the most he will get now.
[dannymay day twelve: daydream]
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Dannymay Day 13: Daydream
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A nicktoons crossover idea
Danny, Jimmy, Timmy, SpongeBob, Aang, Jenny and Lincoln would meet the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
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Day 13: Daydream
he's just thinking about being astronaut...
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have my man in a cyberpunk AU (im definitely not opssesed with that game no sir)
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*hides partly phased through a wall* sorry if my first posted fan art is terrible... I drew it all myself then obviously colored it in & I take an awfully long time.
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Dannymay 2021 || Candlelight
I wanted to recreate one of my favorite fanart pieces but make it so Paulina summoned Danny in her locker but forgot to say bye?....
Always make sure you say goodbye...
You never know where the spirits may lead you. 👻
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Shadows and Souls
Dannymay day 10: Shadow
Crossover with Solo Leveling
It had been a bit of a cliche really, when Clockwork showed Danny around the zone, introducing him to different places and realms and explaining what was important to know about each. There had been an area, far away from the backwater section of the zone the Fenton portal called home and further still from more densely populated areas like the Timeless Realm or the Drowned Quarter, that had been covered entirely in shadows with little light to see by.
Normally that would be ominous on its own, but many of the different places in the ghost zone followed their own rules and laws of reality. Sure, most of it was a swirling void of greens and purples due to the constant presence of rich ambient ectoplasm, but that didn’t mean the environment wouldn’t twist and shape to the desires of whoever existed. Afterall, the drowned quarter wasn’t really underwater any more than anywhere else in the zone was. But it damn well felt like it.
That’s when the cliche happened. Once Danny’s eyes roamed over the shadowy abyss Clockwork had pulled him back from it, just slightly, just enough that Danny could feel the threat. He’d said to not go there, at least not yet. He’d said there was a powerful being in the realm, one that was dangerous and unstable. He’d pretty much told Danny the whole entire area was completely off limits and that it was a risk to his afterlife if he accidentally wandered in.
He said pretty much everything he could to make a fourteen year old half ghost curious as hell and then stole them away to go look at something boring and safe and horribly mundane while Danny did everything he could to plot a way into the realm of shadows.
It was dark. Obviously it was dark. Danny just hadn’t been quite prepared for how dark it was. The shadows were ever present, it almost felt like they themselves had form and were pressing down on Danny himself. Then a light flickered. Something bright in the swirling dark, a deep purple unfamiliar from any natural color Danny was familiar with. It sparkled to life and faded just as quickly before coming back just a little bit farther away.
Danny followed it. What did he have to lose? There was no real way for him to get back on his own, unable to see through the oppressive wall of shadows, and it was the first thing even close to a path he could try and take. The closer he got to it the brighter the light got until it was swirling all around him, a river of light and power and Danny marveled.
“Lost little Ghost?” A voice came from behind and Danny quickly turned around, startled. It sounded like Korean, but Danny didn’t know Korean yet he didn’t have any trouble understanding what was being said to him. Which… only happened when ghosts weren’t really using their words to communicate.
He hadn’t expected whatever was here to have enough sentience to speak, or even take form. Much less to be able to communicate despite what should have been an obvious language barrier.
There was someone, half hidden in the shadows with bright neon eyes the same color of the lights that Danny had followed, that flowed around them even now.
“I’m not little,” Danny argued, insulted. Was this the threat Clockwork had warned him of? He didn’t seem more threatening than the average ghost. In fact, if it wasn’t for the obvious flow of his eyes and the countless shadows around them Danny probably would have thought he was human.
He smiled, at least, Danny thought it was a smile. It was barely there and didn’t quite reach his eyes, but his expression had softened just a bit.
“Beru, lead him out of here before he gets more lost,” he said and Danny balked.
“Wait! I just got here! I haven’t even figured out who shaped this realm!” Danny was waving his hands frantically in front of him, trying to dissuade him. Something formed out of the shadows, the bright purple light collecting inside until a monster stood before him, large insect pod pincers and thin translucent wings. It almost looked like an ant, if ants were twice the size of a person and bipedal.
The man blinked, and cocked his head slightly in confusion. “I am the only one here, these are my shadows.”
Holy shit. “You… wait there aren’t any other ghosts? This place is huge. Isn’t that a ghost?” Danny pointed at the bug-ant-person thing that was frantically waving at him to follow it. The man only looked more confused.
“You’re the only ghost here,” he said, in a horribly ominous way.
Danny shook his head slowly, trying not to think about the implications behind that. “Are you saying you aren’t a ghost?” Also, was he saying the shadows weren’t ghosts? Even Johnny’s shadow was considered an actual ghost right? Or was there a difference? Come to think of it, Danny had never asked. He’d always just assumed they were a packaged deal, but if Johnny’s shadow was just an extension of himself, then what did that mean for a single figure that had an entire realm of shadows tied to him?
He shivered, maybe he should have listened to Clockwork this time. He was usually right about things now that Danny thought about it.
“I’m not a ghost,” the man said, his eyes glowing in a very distinctly ghostly way, “I never died.”
Oh, terrifying actually. Wait, “you’re human?”
The man flinched, turning his head away and pointedly not answering. “Follow Beru, he’ll lead you out.”
“Wait, just one more question,” Danny pleaded, ignoring Beru’s increasingly desperate gestures.
It was something that had been bothering him for sometime actually, ever since he saw the realm formed here. Realms like this, distinct as they are, didn’t come from nothing. And according to Danny’s calculations and the sheer amount of time he’d spent studying the infinity map with Frostbite, there should be a mortal plane tied here to the realm.
That usually meant thin spots, a vague connection through the membrane of the zone and possible portals, but the entire area was dead. Flat. Lifeless. As if there was nothing living on the other side.
“The world you’re from… what happened to it?”
The man’s eyes went dark, something heavier than even grief weighed behind them. “It’s gone. The only thing left are shadows.”
Ah, maybe Danny should leave. It would probably be the safer option, definitely the smarter one. But his core ached at the thought of leaving him alone, surrounded by what must be shadows from his own world.
Shadows that aren’t full ghosts, that are an extension of him. He‘s powerful, Danny can tell, there’s very few ghosts that are as powerful as this man and he (apparently) isn’t even a ghost. But he’d also flinched when Danny asked if he was human so he probably wasn’t that either, not anymore.
Neither living nor dead, Danny’s heart clenched, how unbearably lonely.
“My name’s Danny, what’s yours?” It never hurt to have another powerful friend, and Danny’s obsession wouldn’t let him leave when someone so clearly needed help. Even if that someone didn’t realize it.
“...Sung Jin-Woo,” the man said, suspicious.
Danny just smiled, he’d never thought he’d be grateful for being frozen at fourteen all these years, but it did wonders for building trust. “Well Sung Jin-Woo, why don’t we be friends?”
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dannymay2021: day 13 - DAYDREAM
Valerie dreams of vengeance, always
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Midnight - Day Eleven
In the raven skies of Amity Park, a clock murmured midnight as Jazz Fenton stared worriedly out her bedroom window, scanning the streets and pavement.
The house was silent, her parents downstairs and obliviously working away in the lab. And Danny?
Well, Jazz didn’t know where he was.
It had been the past few months, her brother had been acting out of character. Then again, he’d had a what could’ve been potentially fatal accident in the lab a couple months ago. Jazz hadn’t asked what it was like.
Her brother had spluttered out that he’d touched a loose wire and gotten a small shock, but was otherwise unharmed. It was clear Danny was lying through his teeth.
And where Mom and Dad would take parental responsibility — Jazz had to step in. Because their parents were too busy marvelling over the “ghost portal” than to care about the welfare of their son.
She’d seen. Now Jazz Fenton was an observant person — she’d be quick to whittle down someone’s problems and give them the support they needed. But Jazz was utterly lost.
At first the girl had thought maybe he was traumatised by the incident, but Danny seemed perfectly fine to go down in the lab. The blue eyed boy did flinch at their ghost weapons, however.
Her hands curled around the windowsill, eyes scanning the still empty streets. A few figures walked on the pavements below, but none were her brother.
As time passed on, the teenager slouched into her window, and worry began to settle in her mind. Where was he? Had something happened?
That was it.
She shook out of her stupor, grabbed her jacket from the back of her bedroom door, and marched through the house, trying not to disturb her parents as she snuck out the front door, and gently closed it.
Everything was dark. Stars twinkled in the night sky, and Jazz shivered in the cool breeze that wavered in the air. Wrapping her jacket firmly around her shoulders, Jazz found herself lost.
Where would Danny even go?
He couldn’t be staying at Sam or Tucker’s — he’d left his bag at home, and it was a school night (not that it would matter much to Danny, since he skipped so much school).
Briskly, Jazz began heading in the direction of the Nasty Burger and Caspar High, they were the best two places to start looking, even though it was past midnight.
Suddenly, a cry of shock and a loud clatter that sounded like someone falling in a dustbin echoed from the alleyway just a bit ahead of her. The sixteen year old froze.
Someone could be injured! She braced, worrying that perhaps some poor soul was injured and bleeding out, and some nagging in her head told her that this could be a trap.
A few moments passed, Jazz swallowed nervously, and stepped forward.
Whatever she had been expecting — an injured person, spots of blood, someone dazed in a hangover, it was not this.
Neon green flares streaked on the floor, and not subtly, either. They looked unnatural and irradiated the alley in an almost familiar greenish twinge. She didn’t step forward.
Up ahead, was a strange white glowing, Jazz couldn’t tell what, or rather who it was. It was a lean teenager, dressed in a black and white jumpsuit eerily similar to her parents, with a bird's nest of pebble white hair. Green dribbled down their outfit, which was torn in places.
“There it goes again...stupid powers… always losing control.” They…it? murmured, sitting up slowly in the pile of rubbish, which rustled beneath their weight.
Jazz blinked in surprise. That voice sounded so young. The, thing, ahead of her couldn’t be any older than Danny.
Suddenly, the figure turned to face her, and virulent green eyes met hers. He suppressed a gasp, stumbling off the dumpster faster than any human could. A small dribble of green something trailed down his cheek, and he wiped it away tentatively.
Fear pitched in her heart and Jazz urged herself to run, but her feet glued to the floor in trepidation. She couldn’t stop the visible quiver of her lip as green eyes pierced into hers.
Whatever this thing was, it wasn’t human.
‘W-What are you?” trembled the teenager, even more confused by the hurt expression that fell upon his features.
“Ja— you wouldn’t believe me.” The teenager shrugged, folding his arms and turning away slightly.
Was he assuming things about her that soon? Was it something about him that was so unbelievable — that he instantly assumed she would think he was lying — even though they’d never met before?
“How do you know that? You don’t even know me.” The girl countered, a firm tone in her voice, but not challenging. The last thing she wanted to do was come off as threatening.
“I—” He went to speak, but closed his mouth, “You’re right.”
The two remained in silence until he spoke again.
“But I do know your parents.”
Wait — what?
She’d never met this (person?) before in her life, and now he was claiming he knew her parents? Jazz wondered if it had something to do with their job as ghost hunters—
“You’re a ghost.”
“That I am, I’m glad we could get that out of the way.” The now identified ghost announced dryly, raising an eyebrow to her, “What are you doing out this late?”
She swore she could see a glimmer of worry flash in the ghosts eyes. Was he concerned for her?
Every single lesson her parents had taught her, not to go near ghosts, that they were mindless, unintelligent beings devoid of any emotions. Jazz had never been a rule breaker, and when it came to her parents strictest rule, it was — never approach a ghost.
“I’m looking for my brother. He’s been acting weirdly for the past months or so and now I just can’t find him.”
The ginger haired girl felt nervous disclosing this information to a stranger — no matter a ghost or not — Danny was her baby brother, and he could be in trouble!
“What does he look like?” The ghost questioned, a strange look upon his features, that Jazz couldn’t quite decipher.
“Black hair, blue eyes, his name is Danny.” Jazz only prayed that she wasn’t sending an aggressive ghost who could potentially hunt her brother down — but she also didn’t want to lead this ghost into her parents clasp.
“Danny, huh… I’ll keep a look out for him, uh?” Holding out a hand, Jazz shook the appendage, trying not to wince at the ice cold that the ghost gave off.
“The name's Jasmine.” She said curtly.
The ghost nodded, then paused, “My name is…”
Perhaps he couldn’t remember? She could recall her parents saying that ghosts forgot memories of their past lives — if so, that must mean that this ghost was a very recent ghost.
“Phantom. How about that? You can call me Phantom.”
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