[excited about an aro friend getting a boyfriend] congratulations! [remembers that presenting romantic relationships as a universal goal to be achieved perpetuates amatonormativity] I don't care about your relationship at all [trying to reaffirm that I am supportive of aromanticism] and I hope you break up
Happy Pridemonth! Here’s a totttaalllyy unrelated pair of characters! I’m so excited for the new TAWOG series to come out, and these cuties have been on my mind for a WHILE. I’m so glad I have an excuse to post them
Sorry fer the lack of Danny Phantom art, beeteedubs, I’m in my exam block (kill me)
Happy dannymay Day 12 — today’s theme? Cables ! I honestly made this in 30 minutes because, man, I’m not bothered. But I WILL be attempting to finish the rest of the calendar before my Test block next week
⟢ I didn’t have a lot of… courage today so—this is what I came up with.
He might look harmless, even cute—but don’t be fooled. He’s possessed, unpredictable and extremely dangerous. That thermos? It’s his. Only his. Don’t touch his thermos or you’ll lose your soul.
blood blossoms for Danny May Day 7 — yes, it’s the 10th, no, I do not feel guilty for totally-not-forgetting about the event (I forgot about the event) ANYWAY!! This is so lazy, uhm, I made it just now because I had a vision and thought, you know what? Go for it.
SMALL FLASH WARNING ‼️ BOO YAH!! Dannymay day 4! Ive decided to post an animation instead of a drawing 2day!! This was. Uhm, very fun! I was thinking about making an animation every, like, 5 days. but. Like. Then I asked myself, why on EARTH would I do that? I’m not sure if posting in the American time zone will do much, but I’m doing it anyway
⟢ Same story—I wasn’t really sure where to go with this prompt. I almost skipped it. But… for myself, I pushed through. (More under the cut)
Genre: Angst / Hurt / No Comfort • TW/CW: Identity Crisis — Emotional Distress • A prequel moment to Scarred For Half A Life (phic) • AU — OOC
Danny stared at the stars. They always looked so still, so distant, so… perfect.
Not like him.
He wasn’t still. He wasn’t distant. And he sure as hell wasn’t perfect.
Everyone said he had potential. Teachers, Jazz, even his dad once, when he thought Danny wasn’t listening.
“The boy’s got potential, Mads—he’s just gotta find his footing.”
But Jack didn’t know what it was like to exist between death and life. To feel your body hum with cold ectoplasm while your heart still dared to beat.
Danny knew he had potential. But what good was potential if you had no fxcking idea what to do with it?
On paper, his future could’ve been extraordinary. His grades weren’t terrible, he was smart. Resourceful. Quick on his feet. Able to calculate gravitational forces and make emergency repairs with duct tape and sheer panic. He was—in theory—perfect for NASA.
Hell, he could survive in zero gravity without oxygen. He could float, phase, shield. He could explore parts of space no one else dared to imagine. He could change the world, the universe. If only they would let him.
But the truth twisted like a knife in his chest.
He wasn’t just smart. He was haunted. By the screams he didn’t stop. The lives he couldn’t save. By every ghost he fought and every part of himself he lost to win. He was a protector. A hero, they said.
But… no one ever asked if he wanted to be.
And now—now the choice stood before him like two diverging paths in a frozen wasteland.
One direction meant staying. Fighting. Protecting Amity Park. Carving himself hollow to make space for the needs of everyone else. Losing sleep, losing friends, losing himself just to keep others safe. Because ghosts didn’t wait. Evil didn’t pause. And if he didn’t stop it, who would?
The other path felt like a dream half-buried in childhood. To fly—but not as Phantom. To go into space, not because he had to escape, but because he chose to go. To be Daniel James Fenton—human, flawed, determined. To wear a suit that didn’t glow with a ghostly aura, but shimmered with the promise of the stars.
But NASA wouldn’t take him if they knew. No one would. They’d study him. Dissect—no, vivisect him. Turn him into something to fear.
He was stuck.
Not because he couldn’t choose. But because both paths meant giving up a part of himself.
If he chose to be the hero, he might never become the boy who touched the stars. And if he chose the stars… who would protect them from what hides in the dark?
Danny’s fingers curled against the roof beneath him, trembling. The stars above flickered, but none of them answered.
And deep in his chest, beneath his ribs and soul and scarred identity, something cold pulsed.
Fenton is the Dragon Trainer / Hunter (reaper?) and Phantom is his dragon ♡
⟢ I had never drawn a dragon before, so this was definitely a challenge! The original plan was to stick to just a sketch and flat colors—but I totally failed at that ;3
And so the curtain closes, after we come full circle. It was QUITE the journey getting here. This is the first long comic I've ever finished and I'm proud of that. I have ideas for where this could go but I am also happy with where everything is right now. I know not everyone will be satisfied with this ending but, honestly, I would love to see others take it away from here, if they want to :)
(Wanted to thank @ectospacecadet @notllorstel and @setakendirart for helping me make this the best it could be 👍✨)
R.I.P Martin Mull. Thank you for giving us such an iconic performance and helping me love this character to the point where I dedicated over 130 pages to him.
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