[phantomrot]

PHANTOMROT is an independent, exclusive rp blog for danny johnson of bhvr's dead by daylight. it is a study in fragmented identities, losing the self in the lies, burying the past, searching for community, and believing humanity is violent at its core.

this blog is 21+ only. warnings for: gore, violence, manipulation, murder, and body horror. follows back from shilohgreen.

carrd. memes. usfw blog. also found at: @shilohgreen @welcomeleon & @dandylionsden.

[phantomrot]

at least temporarily gonna move danny over to @dandylionsden

[ortut]

Lynyrd Paras

[phantomrot]

i love how many of danny's ship partners are just utterly downright IRRITATED by him

[shilohgreen]

feel free to raid my usfw memes over on @cravedeeper

[theories-of]

Lisa Anne Auerbach Disruption, 2022 Wool, plated steel 50 x 95 in

[carnagewed]

@phantomrot said : “ i’m gonna need some help getting clean. ”

the rapid knocking on his door, only to open it to find dani standing on the other side, is something that eddie had not expected this evening to entail. she’s bloody, a gash across her forehead, and the sight has eddie’s eyes widening slightly. it’s not that he’s a stranger to the sight of blood, not by any means, but her standing here like this has him taken aback.

what the hell happened to her?

he realizes then that he might have asked that aloud, judging by her response : i’m gonna need some help getting clean. eddie still doesn’t know what transpired — but he opens the door wider regardless, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder to pull her inside.

“ the bathroom is this way, ” he says, gesturing for her to follow him. he isn’t asking any questions. not just yet. admittedly, his curiosity is piqued, though — what has dani done? what happened to leave her with a gash like that and covered in blood, only to end up on eddie’s doorstep?

once in the bathroom, he points for dani to sit on the edge of the tub, and meanwhile he moves to the sink spigot to wet a washcloth. blue eyes flicker towards her again as he waits for the water to warm, taking note ; she seems eerily calm, given the circumstances. a bit preoccupied, sure, but other than that? surprisingly fine.

only when eddie is crouched down in front of her and gently swiping at the blood across her face does he ask, “ now, are you going to tell me where all this came from? ”

[phantomrot]

dani is calm, and it's not a state of shock. though it's certainly something to reckon with, the knowledge that her father no longer breathes is not unsettling. this was the way that things were meant to be, whether she saw it beforehand or not.

eddie is being so thoughtful with her. his tenderness is more surreal than the reality of what she's done and briefly, her brow furrows with that realization. they both felt the kinship between them, that much dani was confident of, but this is a TEST of their bond. she sits and allows eddie to help her, her own hand raising instinctively to lay gently on his arm as he cleans her face. then, the question she was expecting.

there's a dignified nod to satisfy him for the time being, though words follow shortly after.

"i didn't know where else to go..." clearly, the most important of the story: his understanding that she didn't want to put him in this position. "it just kept pouring out of him. you hear how much blood's in a man, but it—"

it sprayed all over her, coated her hands too. what she wants to say next scares her, scares her in a way that most people couldn't imagine her being scared. and yet, she doesn't carry SHAME in her voice, only the hesitancy that says, will you shun me for this?

"i couldn't let him speak to me like that. i was listening to his rambling again and then... i had the knife in my hand and soon enough, it was so quiet..." as she speaks of it, what few frantic memories she has of the scene replay in her mind. her features soften with something new, some immediate affection she has for the first time she's TRULY claimed power in her own right. the smile that turns her lips is slight, but as she looks to eddie, wide eyed and lovely, there is a silent and breathless hope that he will take her as she is.

[spiritdreamt]

he doesn't need to speak for her to know it's him. she hadn't even needed to catch more than a glimpse of his face—she'd be able to pick him out anywhere. still, it's a shock to see him here at the campfire, her wolf in sheep's clothing. she does her best to hide her surprise behind a sweet smile, hoping the others either don't see it or assume it's just over the new arrival.

"all good things, i hope," she jokes. percy doesn't know why he's here, why he's playing at being jed after so long, but she'll follow his lead. she always does. so she lets her face go soft and sympathetic, just like she would for any innocent person who found themselves in the fog. she's not as good a liar as danny, but she can hold her own most of the time.

she settles next to him, resisting the hungry urge to reach out, to touch; she can be patient, be good. "it's a lot," she agrees, "but you'll learn quick. if you have any questions, or if you need anything, you can ask me." nothing the others will find suspicious; she's worked very hard to be nice, kind. it makes her life easier. "what did you do before this, jed?"

[phantomrot]

jed has half of the survivors wrapped around his pinky already, primed to fret over him and bathe him in attention. this, at least, should help to spare her from any close skepticism over that initial shock she so eagerly tucked away. there's a look in his eyes that she's familiar with by now. he's proud as she sinks her teeth into what he's created here.

"oh, uh," he casts a nervous look around at the other survivors. for jed, it felt taboo to bring up their past lives, insensitive in a way that couldn't be easily forgiven. though he'd normally boast about his job, here he blinks and stares at his shoes, deflating a bit with a sigh. all a performance and yet, the SHAME seems natural over jed's frame. anything in order to twist his audience into knots.

"i was a journalist..." his lips purse before those dark eyes return to her, warm with hope. "i'm not sure exactly how that could help me here, though..." danny wonders how she'll take that, what direction she'll run in with it. the stage is hers now, ripe for the taking.

[evilstalks]

For all of Michael's time in Smith's Grove, he has never been admired or liked before. He has been seen as a nuisance, as a threat, and even as an experiment and a puzzle to be deciphered. Many have not seen him as human, including his doctor, Dr. Loomis. Loomis is convinced Michael is a monster, devoid of all human emotion and thoughts. Perhaps he is not entirely off, but unfortunately for Michael, he still feels. He still thinks, still breathes and still bleeds like a human man. Yes, he is more than just human but at the same time that is all he is. Someone who has just become worse and worse over time, someone "unfixable", according to Loomis and the numerous doctors of all kinds that have seen Michael.

Michael has never been admired or liked before, until now. Until Jed, who seemed so eager to meet and interview him. Not a drop of fear in his eyes or in his body language, just pure, raw excitement. It was strange, even stranger when he came back a couple more times and now, he's out of Smith's Grove and in his car, and then they're in a small little house seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Michael's hospital gown is stained with blood and rain water, though he doesn't mind. How can he mind, when now he is free? Never to return to Smith's Grove. They're going to spend the next couple of weeks looking for him, and though he doesn't plan to hide from them, he also isn't going to lay down and let them take him. Something tells him Jed-- Danny-- won't do so, either.

Baby blues briefly glance around the small home, stopping on Danny to meet his sight. He doesn't say a single word, but he is... grateful. He perhaps would have been able to break out of Smith's Grove alone, he planned to do so, but the process got expedited thanks to the other man. He gives a subtle, barely there nod, before taking the bowl of food and sitting down. The chair creaks under his massive weight as he begins to eat like a starved dog. It beats the gray mush given to him his entire life at Smith's.

[phantomrot]

danny knows it may be optimistic to think that the look in michael's eye is GRATITUDE. though he hoped this would earn him some brownie points, he doesn't feel owed anything inherently. this was danny's risk to take, and danny's risk alone. but he's reinvented himself enough times now that plucking a rose from its confines to release it unto the world is WORTH IT, even if it goes no further.

strange, to move in front of another without the conscious filter of a manufactured identity. jed (though he's gone by many names now) had become so enmeshed into his daily life that his own persona almost seemed the worse fit. though he moves as fluid as ever, a cat stalking despite having no prey, he stretches restlessly as he walks back to the the pile of supplies he stashed away. his arms reach over his head, his back arches, and he breathes into the tension til his boots land at the edge of the heap.

"i had to guess your size, big guy." danny drops into a squat, rifling into a bag and pulling out a t-shirt, underwear, and sweatpants, all neutral colors. gotta be more comfortable than what he's wearing already. his keen eye let him estimate the size of him faithfully, thankfully. in truth, danny knows a VAST DEAL about michael and would continue to study him with fascination.

notably, his back has been turned to michael while he's occupied. it's a show of TRUST, without even a second thought. michael could've killed him by now and danny sees no reason that he would.

the clothes are placed on the table in front of michael. seeing the pace with which he's tearing through that food, another can of chili is plucked out of a rubbermaid bin and cracked open, poured into a bowl and placed down as well. offerings upon offerings.

"you mind me callin' you michael? are we on a first name basis, you think?" danny flashes a crooked smile, waiting to catch michael's gaze and see the nonverbal response.

[phantomrot]

sighs. debating putting danny on his own blog.

[uglyfruit]

[ID: a floral lace doily on a grey background. the phrase "sometimes I feel very evil" has been added to it in white thread.]

[weeeeeped]

another picture from the abandoned cabin.

[phantomrot]

she rips the halos off of angels for the fun of it if all she does is smile at you, run.

[phantomrot]

@evilstalks gets gh.ostm.yers ♥

the hulking figure of michael myers is enough to make anyone's heart race. and tonight, just like any other squishy, terrified mortal, danny is stood before michael with his pulse loud in his ears. only, rather than feeling FEAR, danny is thrilled. they brought the smith grove asylum to its knees together, and as a result, michael gets to walk free. now, sheltered into an abandoned home that danny had prepped for their arrival, he gets to look at him with pure admiration in his eyes.

his own mask was taken off in the relative safety and privacy of the car ride. michael, as large as he is, must have been uncomfortable in the small little vehicle, and danny had heard his stomach growling. so he's putting a can of food into a bowl for his poor boy, settling comfortably into the role of taking care of him. the world will be difficult to adjust to, but danny will be here to guide him.

"they won't hurt you again. not as long as i'm around." a stalwart promise from a man who hardly knows him. "we'll stay here for a while until the police die down." and if that means they must physically die, then so be it. the room is crossed and the bowl is offered, chili with a hunk of bread and a spoon sticking out of it. that will at least get him started while danny begins preparing a place for him to sleep, piling blankets and pillows together in the least dirty corner of the room.

"we'll figure out where we're going from there. i'm, uh..." he smiles, staring over at michael with inky dark eyes. could he really say it? could he tell michael who he really is? "i'm DANNY, by the way."

[xaviersamuelnews]

Xavier Samuel Alphabet: Josh

It means there’s a 12 foot great white shark in here

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Xie, from "Zuihitsu",  Eye Level

[phantomrot]

btw when danny presented more femme, she was danielle and she was wonderfully elegant. there was always a certain poise about her, even in the face of social gaffes, the unexpected, and the unwelcome. she offered respect to those around her and her manipulation went nearly entirely unnoticed. she was such a welcome and friendly face, seen as kind and benevolent (volunteering at the church, tutoring kids, etc.) that others would TRUST HER far too much. confiding their secrets in her to give her fodder to later use against them. on occasion, as she grew, someone would see a peek of what lay behind her carefully crafted mask. but if they dared to call her out for it, her puppy dog eyes and reputation would protect her. being the daughter of a respected, hard working christian man in their small town helped to keep any consequences at bay too.

her father was resistant to the thought of her attending college, encouraging her to choose a more "traditional" path in life and choose a husband from within their town. between this, wanting to see her little brother grow up a bit further, and frankly, enjoying her position toying with others' lives as a mastermind, she lived with her family for years after graduating high school. her father ran a mechanic and gas station in town and she helped with running the store, billing, answering phones, and taking and delivering messages for community members. in her free time, she continued to help run the daycare at their local church and furthered her skills with sewing, photography, and writing. she did occasionally stalk people, eventually becoming more and more audacious with the lengths she would go to. however, til killing her father, she had not been violent aside from biting others as a small child.