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Casualties AU, my love
#danny phantom#dannymay 2023#sam manson#danny phantom au#casualties au#danny phantom art#dannymay day 16#dannymay day 17#im doing this for both fangs and temper#cw ectoplasm#cw blood#dp jbee
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DannyMay Day 17: Temper
He’s an angy lil guy. My first thought with temper was chocolate but I had no idea how to use that, so we got this instead.
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Promise
Ghosts aren’t superstitious by nature. Not exactly.
No. Some just have principles that they live by, rules they don’t break.
This is typically a choice but, what ghosts are is stubborn by nature. If they abide by their convention without fail, let it shape them, let it become a facet of their person, their cores can strain to help them meet their condition.
However, with a rule so deeply ingrained, as heeded as their very obsession, there can be… a backlash. Consequences for failure.
Some ghosts might not be able to enter a house unless invited, and thus tend not to enter houses. Others may have to abide by debts absolutely, leading to them avoiding people in most cases.
And Danny, he tends not to make promises, and when he does, he always manages to keep them.
Because of this, it takes him a while to realize the headspace he is in, to recognize there are physical repercussions for failing to do so.
oOo
“Then promise me you won’t get hurt.” Jazz pleaded.
Danny couldn’t meet her gaze at that, kicking at the ground anxiously, “I- I can’t-“
“Danny, promise me.”
“Okay.” He nodded, “I’ll be careful. In and out, I swear.” He said with a wince. It was a promise he intended to keep; he wouldn’t get into a fight if he could help it but, some things were beyond his control…
Danny tried not to dwell on the tense feeling in his chest at the uncertainty of his promise, and rushed off to save his friends.
oOo
His friends were safe. He was home. Everything was fine.
Only it wasn’t, because Danny felt like he was burning from the inside-out. He felt every bruise from his fight that hadn’t healed, wouldn’t heal. He struggled to breathe as he was caught in the grasps of a breakdown that he’d been barely staving off since the first low landed.
Panic and pain overwhelmed him, and all of Danny’s thoughts circled back around that encounter with Jazz.
His promise, he’d promised, he’d broken his promise.
It wasn’t too bad, hadn’t been anything he couldn’t handle. But he had still gotten hurt. He’d promised he wouldn’t and then he did.
If he could so easily break one promise what was to stop him from breaking others. If he had so little control over something so simple as avoiding a fight, how could he change the future.
Maybe nothing had changed. His promise meant nothing, and everyone would suffer for it, because he was nothing more than an oath breaker.
He’d failed, he’d failed, he’d failed.
He couldn’t breathe.
oOo
Jazz didn’t know what what was wrong, but she didn’t hesitate to rush across Danny’s room, kneeling by where her brother sat crouched.
When she had gotten no response from him, she had opened the door to see white flames licking at his hair, breathe coming faster than Jazz heard since before he died, as he huddled in on himself against the wall.
“Danny?” She asked, trying not to panic in turn, “Danny what is it? What’s wrong?” She tried, moving a hand to his shoulder.
He jolted, head snapping up. Jazz flinched back pulling her hand back as terrified, red-green eyes met hers.
Slowly, making sure Danny could see her hands, Jazz moved them to cup his face.
“C’mon little brother, you’re alright… try and match my breathing.” She soothed, taking slow, deliberate breaths as Danny watched, slowly calming down.
After a few minutes he was breathing slightly slower than Jazz, lungs settling to their regular pace, and as the flames peeking through his hair died, Jazz hugged her brother close.
After deliberating, she decided to ask him, “What happened?”
Danny let out a distressed wheeze, akin to a sob. “I- I didn’t-“
“Shhhh… stay calm.”
“… I broke my promise.” He finally replied in a hushed tone, as though he was confessing some heinous crime.
“Your promise…” she mumbled, confused, before remembering, “The one you made to me before you left?” She asked, urgently. He didn’t look injured, but there was clearly something happening to him.
Danny nodded, not meeting her eyes.
“Are you hurt? Did a ghost do this?” She worried.
“Its just bruises, but- Jazz I broke my promise.” His voice wavered as he said it.
She knew how fast those sorts of injuries healed, but that didn’t keep her from wanting to go and grab the bruise cream from her first aid kit.
Jazz wondered if Danny was aware of his changing appearance, but clearly he was more focused on how he hadn’t been able to keep the promise he made, and she wasn’t about to invalidate that. “You didn’t manage to keep it no, but I’m sure you tried your best.” She comforted.
“Well my best wasn’t good enough!” He cried, eyes bright red.
“Hey, hey, no.” She defended hastily, “You’re fine though. You’re here and you’re safe, Danny. That’s all I’m asking for from you.”
“…” Danny didn’t look totally convinced, but the red drained from his eyes and the pale (blue?) patches on his skin that she hadn’t noticed, shrank to nearly nothing.
“Are you feeling better?” She questioned tentatively.
“…yeah.” He murmured, dishonestly. He definitely wasn’t doing great after whatever that episode had been, but he didn’t explain further and she didn’t want to push him.
Jazz sighed, pulling Danny in to another hug, willing to sit with him for as long as he needed.
#danny phantom#hav some soft good sibling Jazz#dp#danny fenton#jazz fenton#fanfiction#phicc#fanfic#danny phantom au#dp headcanons#dannymay 2022#dpau#dannymay day 17#dannymay2022#dannymay promise#Danny’s just stressing out over the Dan stuff and it’s projecting onto his form#he’s not actually turning into Dan#it’s just a deterrent from his core to not break promise#one that definitely would have traumatized him if he’d actually noticed#aka if Jazz hadn’t been there to interrupt his spira
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Dannymay Day 16 : Fangs
Dannymay Day 17 : Temper
#i really love how Dan turned out I never wanna draw him again tho :]#dan phantom#digital art#danny phantom#dannymay2023#dannymay day 17#dannymay day 16
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Dannymay Day 17: Temper
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don't sass a sleep deprived ghost
DannyMay 2023 Day 17: Temper
title: don't sass a sleep deprived ghost
words: 1432
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Excerpt: He was tired, he was over this, and he was so fucking done.
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“Dude, when was the last time you slept?” Tucker asked, eyeing the bags on Danny’s face.
Danny groaned and leaned his head against the locker, not even grabbing the books he needed for their morning classes. “Technically? About an hour ago. When was the last time I slept longer than thirty minutes, though? Like ten days ago.”
“Isn’t that when Ember knocked you unconscious?” Sam asked, frowning.
“Yes, how do you think I managed to sleep longer than half an hour?” Danny shot back with a weak grin.
“I don’t think being hit over the head so hard that you lost consciousness counts, bro.” Tucker said.
“Then we’re looking at over a month.”
“Danny!” Both friends exclaimed at the same time.
“I know, I know,” Danny said, waving his hand at them dismissively. “I don’t exactly control how many ghosts show up to beat my ass like a piñata, y’know? And my parents haven’t fixed the lock on the portal. So it’s just open.”
Sam sighed. “I’m worried, Danny. Half ghost or not, you need to sleep. If you were human, you’d probably be half dead by now.”
Danny frowned. “Yeah. If I was human. Good thing I’m dead then.”
Sam flinched. She hadn’t thought that sentence through and Danny - even a year since his accident - did not like being explicitly reminded his humanity was questionable at best. “Danny…”
“Drop it, Sam.” Danny said, irritation creeping into his voice in a way that made her spine tingle. Sometimes she had to stop and remember that Danny - goofy, silly, space obsessed Danny - was legitimately one of the most powerful beings she’d ever encountered. Only some god-like entities were stronger than him.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. He’d just cracked a joke, how had his mood turned so dark so fast?
“It’s fine. Maybe I can nab a nap during science class. I’m failing it anyway.” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes, the irritation already gone from his voice and replaced with exhaustion. She’d never seen him this tired. Should they be worried? A super powered, sleep deprived teenager with already questionable impulse control?
Sam fiddled with the wrist ray she always wore now. Hopefully there were no ghost attacks today. She didn’t want to have to fight something while Danny snoozed.
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Danny felt relieved. They had managed to get through all four morning classes without a single hint of a ghost. And! Because his teachers had all entirely given up on him and didn’t give a flying fuck about him, they let him sleep!
Yeah… he was definitely fine with the way his teachers had given up on him. This was fine.
Regardless, he had managed nearly three hours of sleep between all the classes and his ghost sense had not gone off even once.
Still, as he stumbled to his locker on his way to lunch, he could still feel the weariness all the way to his core. Sam and Tucker walked beside him, not so subtly glancing at him frequently. As much as he appreciated them being concerned for him - and he really did! - he didn’t enjoy the feeling of being watched, especially as on edge as he was. He’d been in at least six fights a day for the past month, ever since the lock on the portal broke.
“Fenturd!” A familiar voice called and Danny groaned. He did not have the energy for this shit today.
“Can we not today?” Danny said, turning around to face the bully.
“I got an F on my math test!” Dash shouted, picking Danny up by his shirt collar and shoving him against the locker. Dash was so mad he was red in the face and a vein was visibly bulging in his neck.
Great. Oh, look, they even had an audience, a semi circle of other students watching on in fascination.
“So did I. The hell do you want?” Danny responded as he forced his body limp, forced his body to not react to the assault.
“To make myself feel better.” Dash sneered, clenching his free hand into a fist and slamming it into Danny’s nose.
Danny yelped in pain, pressing his hand to his now profusely bleeding - and probably broken - nose. Apparently feeling Danny sufficiently wailed on, Dash released the smaller boy, who fell to his knees, still clutching his face.
Seriously? Danny has to get wailed on by ghosts and the dumbest fucking human he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting? “Fucking asshole,” he grumbled, though apparently he did so too loudly, Dash not yet out of earshot.
Dash turned instantly, an angry scowl on his face. “What was that, Fentwerp?”
“Nothing, Dash.” Danny said, pushing himself back to his feet, accepting the tissue Sam handed to him as she glanced at Dash in concern.
“No, no, please repeat yourself,” Dash said, getting back into Danny’s personal space.
“Check your ears, Dash. I didn’t say anything,” Danny insisted.
Dash practically growled in anger as he went to slam another fist into Danny’s face.
This time, however, Danny’s exhaustion caught up with him, and where normal people probably moved slower when tired, Danny routinely fought for his life and his instincts were far and beyond that. Immediately, Danny’s hand came up, catching Dash’s fist. Dash let out a barely audible noise of pain - which made sense, he had just done the equivalent of punching a brick wall.
“Lay. Off.” Danny hissed, tightening his grip on Dash’s hand threateningly before pushing Dash back.
Dash stumbled backwards, shaking the hand Danny had gripped. “Why don’t you make me, geek?”
“Danny…” Sam said beside him, tugging on his sleeve.
Even as she did that, though, Danny heard the students around him beginning to chant. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Danny let his backpack slide off his shoulder, landing with a loud thump on the floor. “Y’know what, Dash? I think I will.” Danny said, crouching down slightly and rolling his shoulders to loosen them, a more-than-slightly feral grin on his face. He was tired, he was over this, and he was so fucking done.
Surprise flickered across Dash’s face but he didn’t back down, raising both of his fists up.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” The chanting continued.
“You gonna stand there and look stupid all day? It really is one of the few skills you’ve mastered.” Danny said, still looking a touch too feral.
Dash took the bait, lunging forward and aiming a fist towards Danny’s stomach.
Too easy.
Danny sidestepped him, hooking one of his feet behind Dash’s ankles and pushing while simultaneously driving an elbow into Dash’s back. Dash yelped as he fell, slamming his face into the locker.
A collective gasp went through the surrounding students. Everyone had been expecting Danny to get a tooth punched out or something, not for wimpy Fenton to nearly lay out their star quarterback.
“That the best you got, Baxter?” Danny taunted, stepping backwards.
“Danny, stop!” Sam called but Danny ignored her.
“Cheap shot, loser.” Dash spat back, getting back to his feet.
“So I’m fighting like you?”
Dash tried to rush him again and Danny just grinned wider. He jumped to the side and took one of Dash’s arms in both hands. He twirled both of them around, launching Dash back directly into the lockers.
Dash recovered faster this time and repeatedly tried to slam his fists into Danny’s face. Danny ducked and weaved, hands behind his back, letting Dash tire himself out. After several swings from Dash, Danny dropped and lashed out one of his legs, knocking Dash’s feet out from under him.
Dash fell and landed with a sharp, pained intake of breath, his back slamming against the linoleum floor.
“Where the hell did you learn how to fight like that, Fenton?” Dash wheezed, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
“My mom has three black belts.” Danny said, shrugging. It technically wasn’t a lie - his mom did have that, it just wasn’t where he learned to fight. “Now fuck off.” He added as he stepped around Dash, spinning the combination to his locker and grabbing his lunchbox.
People parted for him as he walked, many with shocked, open mouthed stares.
Sam and Tuck tagged along behind him.
“Seriously, Danny?” Sam hissed.
At the same time, Tucker said, “Nice one, Danny!”
He was still sleep deprived, he was still so over all the ghosts recently, but maybe now he could avoid fights of a human nature for a little while.
And less fights meant more naps, he determined as he laid his head down on the lunch table and promptly passed out, his friends his ever vigilant guards.
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Day 17, Temper😡
I put some of the two angriest characters, Sidney Poindexter, the Ghost of vengeance and Valerie Gray/The Red Huntress, the hardcore ghost hating Huntress in a fight. Who do you think will win?
I actually also made an art of them talking(probably when they calm down and realize the other isn’t evil)
https://www.tumblr.com/dnpanimationstudioclone/711341166183006208/for-my-rewrite-i-definitely-want-sid-and-val?source=share
Also here’s Sidney’s normal, non mantis form
https://www.tumblr.com/dnpanimationstudioclone/712815256120049665/i-made-a-redesign-for-my-redesign-of-sidney?source=share
#Danny phantom#she got a bug zapper#then again Sid is also a very big bug and made of mirror glass#dannymay 2023#dannymay#dannymay2023#day 17 temper#phanart#phandom art#dp fanart#Valerie gray#dp valerie#red huntress#sidney poindexter#dp sidney#dannyphantom#valerie grey#my art#mantis sidney
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Promise
The Styx, the River of Oaths, most celebrated of the rivers of the Infinite Realms, was cold. His toes curled at the sensation, the black sand of the river bank finding its way between them. He wanted to pull them out and fly away.
He didn’t.
Instead, one hand clenching his boots and socks, he looked up at Vlad, who was standing just a few feet upstream from Danny and a little deeper. Behind Vlad, the small island the river briefly touched down on fell away into the vastness of the Ghost Zone.
“Well?” demanded Danny. “I’m not going first.”
Vlad smiled, a cruel glint in his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t. Very well, then. I, Vlad Masters, swear that, should Daniel keep his end of our agreement, I will release Jack Fenton.”
“And?”
Vlad sighed. “And I will not harm him or any other members of your family.”
“Or tell other people to hurt them.”
“Or tell other people to hurt them,” repeated Vlad, clearly annoyed. “Now, Daniel, dear, I believe that it is your turn.”
Danny dropped his gaze to the water swirling around his ankles. “I promise,” said Danny, through gritted teeth, “to become your apprentice.”
“And?” said Vlad, obviously enjoying this part much more than his own oath.
“And,” said Danny, trying not to gag on his words, “I’ll call you father.”
Vlad smiled. “Now, was that so hard, son?”
“Yes,” hissed Danny, wishing he could be as venomous as he felt. He floated up out of the water and started to dry his feet with his socks.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Father,” said Danny. “I don’t know why you even want this. It isn’t as if you plan on treating me like a son. You just want a toy for the dollhouse in your head.”
“You wound me, Daniel,” said Vlad, walking to the shore, where he’d left his shoes, “I’ll treat you like my son in every way.”
Danny blinked. Vlad hadn’t stepped out of the river, yet, when he said that. Did he realize that, with the way he phrased it, it was a promise?
No. It didn’t seem like it.
Danny’s lip curled. As usual, Vlad didn’t do his research. Or maybe he was just too confident to pay attention to what was going on around him once he got what he wanted.
Fine. Whatever. Danny could use this.
He’d make Vlad regret the day he’d laid eyes on the River Styx. And that was a promise.
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Dannymay 2022- Day 17 Promise
Danny remembered the day his mother made her first promise to him. At 8 years old Danny walked up to him Mom pulling on her hazmat suit nervously shaking with tears falling down his face staining his cheeks.
"M-Mommy?" His voice quivered as his eyes stared down at his little pink shoes and frilly socks.
"What's wrong baby?" Maddie dropped down to her knees and lifted his head up to let their eyes meet. "You can tell me sweetie." Her voice was sweet as honey and full of concern as her thumbs tried to wipe away his tears off his cheeks only for them to be replaced.
"I can't have pigtails anymore." He whispered before wrapping his arms around her neck as tears turned into sobs.
"Do you want braids then? Or to have your hair down? What do you want?" Maddie didn't know why her daughter was so upset over pigtails but would support her no matter what.
"No! No, no, no, no, no!" Danny shouted shaking his head into his mother's neck.
"Okay, okay," Maddie said trying to calm her heartbroken child down. "What do you want?"
"I, I want my hair short. And," Danny paused trying to catch his breath and figure out how he wanted to say it, "I don't want dresses, don't wanna be Danielle anymore. Can, can I be Danny with a y? Please?"
"Oh baby!" Maddie grabbed her baby and hugged them as tight as possible without hurting them. "Are, are you saying that you're a boy? Or something else? What, do you need?"
"I-I'm a boy. I think, but I think so. I want to be." Danny stuttered out now nervous and panicking. "Is that okay?"
"Of course baby!" Maddie assured, "I promise no matter what, and I mean that, NO. MATTER. WHAT. I will always love you! I promise!"
"Okay, thank you Mommy! I love you!"
"Of course!"
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Danny remembered the first time his father did too. He was trying to hide his growing chest with bandages when his father burst into his room.
"Danny boy! Guess- Oh!" Jack quickly turned around trying to give his son privacy. He full heatedly supported his son and made it a point to make sure his son was treated like a son after he came out.
"Ahh! Dad, umm, uhhh. I, I think I need help." Danny huffed out both embarrassed and completely done with these bandages not working and giving him incredible aches and pains.
"You, you do? Is it like, uhhh, puberty issues? I got sock puppets for that!" Jack piped up like a eager puppy. "Wait right here and I can get the sock puppet box!"
"No! No, no, no, no. I don't need- it not about that. Well, sort of but, no, I don't need the sock puppets!" He stuttered out completely flustered at this point.
"Well, umm, what do you need then son?"
"Umm, well, you see, errr well not see see, but. I'm twelve and my chest is kinda..."
"Oh. Oh! And you don't want or like that?"
"Yeah, so umm I was trying to tape, uhh well use tape to make it not look like, uhhh, that but..."
"It's not working out like you planned?"
"Yeah," Danny sighed out.
"Don't worry son! I may know a thing or two about things not working out on the first try but you know what the best part of being a Fenton man is?" Jack pipped up.
"Ummm, eating fudge?" Danny joked with a smirk.
"Oh that's definitely a part of the gig, but the best part is that when we fail, we get back up and try again! Fenton tech doesn't always work the first round but me and your mom always try again and again to get it working to protect you kiddos!"
"So, what do we do with, uhh," Danny gestured to his now covered chest.
"Well, we can search up some options! See what's out there on that internet to see can help you out!"
"Hey, umm, thanks Dad. You know for, all of this, and umm, helping me out."
"Of course son! I promise just say the word and I'll come to your rescue! I promise I'll always help you, no matter what!"
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Maybe Danny should have kept it a secret. Maybe he could have kept it to himself like a secret identity. But his parents promised they would love him no matter what. They promised to always help him no matter what. But when he told them about the portal incident and his ability to turn into weird ghost version of himself, he thought they would love him. He thought they would help him. That's what they promised they would do. No matter what they said. No matter what they promised.
But after begging for them to let him go as he was restrained against a lab table, after crying out for it to stop as their experiments tore him apart, after pleading for food and water he realized that they wouldn't keep their promises. He should have never trusted something as trivial as a promise.
#danny phantom#dannymay 2022#day 17 promise#i cant write#poor danny#his paents use them for their own research#its all no matter what until you're a ghost they can use for their own gain#when the fenton parents put research of their own kids#jack fenton#maddie fenton#trans danny fenton#trans danny phantom#love trans danny#you will never convince me danny is cis#no i dont take criticism on trans danny#only if I protray trans experiances incorrectly#im cis correct me if i fuck up trans stuff#i apologize in advance#i didnt reread this so good luck if there are any grammer/spelling issues
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DannyMay Day 17: Temper
vlad blackmailed danny into babysitting his cats (Maddie and Maddie) while he’s out of town. danny is not very happy about that so his temper’s kinda bad with them
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#i quote this guy when talking to our dog a lot LMAO#dannymay2023#danny phantom#danny fenton#maddie the cat#times two#kad draws#kad animates
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Dannymay Day 17: Temper
I thought I’d write something pithy and sardonic about the state of trans rights in my country, but I’m currently too angry that Zooey Zephyr has been banned from the Montana house floor for daring to represent her constituents.
Bonus:
Img alt text because tumblr isn’t giving me a menu option for the bonus panel: Sam, bundled in her own jacket with bat-print tights under her skirt, asks, “How tho?” Danny snaps his head towards her and shouts “DID I STUTTER?” His eyes leave a green trail of light as he moves.
#dannymay2023#trans danny fenton#trans!danny#dannymay#Danny Phantom#comic#my art#does anyone know how to add alt text to an image if Tumblr doesnt give you the meatballs on it
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Danny floated around the bubble, “So what is this supposed to do?”
Clockwork floated by him, patiently waiting out Danny’s inspection. The bubble floated between them, rainbow colors dancing across the surface and obscuring the contents inside. Danny could tell though there was something in there, movement to orderly to be the bubbles sheen.
“Something to temper you,” He replied, as Danny turned his gaze onto his mentor frowning lightly.
“Temper me… like making a sword?” He asks, recalling how Pandora had given him lessons on swords, not just to wield them but also make them. Something she said would be fitting for a young King.
Clockwork inclined his head, “In a way, it will sharpen you but most of all it will make you balanced, stronger, and ready to face the challenges ahead. There are always challenges for Kings to face.”
The word weighed heavily on Danny, he could already feel the press of the crown on his head, heavy cape along his back, dragging him down and crushing him.
He snapped back to the present as Clockwork settled his hand on Danny’s shoulder, the steady weight not feeling crushing but more supportive.
“Will you come with me?” He asks, trying to act nonchalant as he studies the bubble.
The hand on his shoulder gently pulled him into a sideways hug and Danny melted against the ancient. “Always,” Clockwork hummed before they both entered the world together.
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Dannymay Day 17: Temper
Wow another short blurb! This one was difficult because I had to be careful with how much information I included. With short stories it’s weird because there’s a fine detail between not enough information and too much information. I’m on the fence about this one. For one I think it’s short and sweet but for another I feel like there wasn’t enough in it. But it’s done and maybe I will come back to it. It’s around 240 words which is very close to the limit of 250 so woof.
I almost wanted to do a small blurb between Clockwork and Frostfire talking about tempering Danny like he is a tool, something Frostfire would have been a bit offended by before realizing that Clockwork is showing in his own way he cares... buuuuut that story got a little long and threatened to get out of control. So I went with this lil blurb instead.
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I’m finally done with school so I can participate in Dannymay for the first time :)
Day 17: Temper (ik I’m late but shhhhhh)
Jazz had three options, none of which she liked. She could leave, consider this conversation over, and pummel the punching bag at the gym until she passed out or the employees kicked her out again. She could stay and talk until she came to peaceful resolution with Principal Ishiyama, maybe talk her into a corner to admit that requiring Danny and her to pass a ectoplasm screening before being allowed back in school was a mistake. Principal Ishiyama liked her, it wouldn’t be hard to manipulate her rapport for the benefit of her baby brother. It would take a while, but Jazz could do it.
Or.
Jazz could smile, agree, and then burn the building to the ground on her way out. She had a lipstick blaster in her purse. The classrooms had plenty of flammable material. Books, paper, wooden desks, posters. It wouldn’t take much more than a few seconds of a focused blast and whoosh, a fire. Tucker would erase the camera footage before the police got access to it, if the tapes survived the blaze that is. Jazz wouldn’t even need to call in a favor for it, he’d probably laugh and say he owed her for getting him out of ap world history.
As Ishiyama explained the PTA’s petition to document all student’s ectoplasm exposure to her in slow syllables, Jazz noted that Ishiyama’s desk looked really breakable. One solid kick and Jazz would snap it half. The paper weights might hurt her ankle if they collided, but the desk was made of plastic made to look like wood. She could throw the thing over her head if she wanted, right out the window. Maybe that would be more satisfying, to be forced to use both her hands and hearing the crash. It would at least avoid breaking a heel.
Maybe Jazz should play this smart. Ask for the signatures on that petition. Write down their addresses. Take her time the next time a ghost attack wanders down their street. Shoot their mailboxes and say she has terrible aim. Steal their dogs and raise them as her own. Maybe that one’s a step too far.
Instead, Jazz bites the inside of her cheek. Option two was worth a try. “And why isn’t every student required to take a physical examination?”
Ishiyama sighed. “Not every student has been so thoroughly exposed to ectoplasm as those that have passed through your house. It’s a safety issue, one that I’m sure you understand, Jazz.”
“I don’t understand. Explain it to me again.”
“It’s a simple screening. It’s noninvasive, just a swab and a stroll through the ectoplasm detectors your parents invented. You’ll be fine. Your brother will be fine. What is it you don’t understand?”
Jazz pushed her toes into the soles of her shoes hard enough for it to be uncomfortable but unnoticeable. “An ectoplasm screening is not standard school policy. We live in the most haunted city in the country, don’t you think every student has some ectoplasm exposure?”
“If they do, it’s not enough to become a problem.” Ishiyama pulled out a file and flipped through its pages. “Thirty-six broken beakers, forty-two detentions, nine unexcused absences, and a letter of concern from one of your brother’s teachers. His grades aren’t pretty and he’s said to fall asleep in class more often than not.” Ishiyama took breaks from her reading out the files to make hard eye contact. “You have five unexcused absences, a significant jump from someone who had perfect attendance for three years straight, and three of your teachers have reached out to me about your jumpiness and sudden lack of participation.”
“Your point? These are behavioral issues, not physiological ones.”
“My point is that the petition mentioned the two of you by name, and your files give me good reason to listen.”
Taking a deep breath, Jazz let the silence hang for a moment. She put on her best I’m-thinking-very-hard face, an exaggerated pout with scrunched eyebrows. She bounced her leg, a false tell. She didn’t mention that it was wrong, manipulative even to have this conversation without her brother or parents in the room. She didn’t ask what would be done with their information if they submitted to the screening, or what they were expected to do if they didn’t pass, or which staff members signed. She didn’t take Ishiyama’s school district issued pen and blind her with it. Jazz didn’t do a lot of things that she could have, or maybe should have.
She half listened to Ishiyama’s justifications, comparing the screening to vaccinations and flu shots. She stayed quiet, nodding when expected and making unflinching eye contact. Ishiyama had one tell, to her credit. She hesitated over the flowery language of the petition, like she wanted to say “ghost” instead of “ectoplasmic entities and substances.” Jazz daydreamed about keying Ishiyama’s bright blue volkswagen in her assigned parking spot, carving a cartoonish ghost into the paint.
Jazz left the meeting with her shoulders back and her chin tilted downward. She was making a plan. She had many more options than what she first thought.
#dannymay2023#day 17: temper#jazz fenton#liminal jazz#not plot relevant but know that jazz is real tall#projecting onto jazz rn as a trans person in a hostile state#double projection with the intrusive thoughts that she's lowkey taking srsly lol
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Dannymay 2023
Day 17 - Temper
(Technus rarely lets his emotions get to him, this is one of those rare moments when he does)
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Day 17: Temper
Dan is an angry crier, try to change my mind
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#danny phantom#doodles from a pond#dannymay2023#hahahaha what are these faces#I forgot how to draw Dan
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