Decided to finally post one of my magma drawings here. GOD I love this scene so much in Not so Straight Roommates I had to draw it out and I'm so happy with how it looked hehehehehe
Please please please read Not So Straight Roommates by @dreamwraith it's so good AAAAAAA (Only 18+ tho)
I'm going to be assuming most people know about the Ruby and Sapphire reunion scene in Steven Universe This one ↓ if anyone doesn't know anyway ...
What is instead of Ruby and Sapphire it's Pitch Pearl instead with separated Danny and Phantom, it could be they got separated and locked up by the GIW and while being locked up, someone maybe Box Lunch to fit the theme for Steven rescuing them? Or maybe just Sam and Tucker or even Dani, then the whole reveal of them being separate beings and being all cute and stuff, just a thought
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom - Character, Dash Baxter, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley
Additional Tags: Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Diary/Journal, parasite theory, Separate Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom, Unreliable Narrator, hints of pitch pearl, Work In Progress, Dissociative Amnesia
Summary:
Jazz wanted to know what had happened, but, like, I don’t remember anything. She kept asking these really weird questions like “who were you fighting” and “where is the thermos?” The fuck does a thermos have to do with anything? Why would I be fighting someone? And why at NIGHT? Her questions got really strange after that, like, she started asking about my…powers? And something about a ghost form.
Reallllly glad she waited to ask these things in my room instead in front of Mom and Dad. Questions like that could have sent them over the deep end.
Jazz got really upset. I mean, she was already upset, but she was getting REALLY upset by my confusion.
She finally asked, “What is the last thing you remember?”
And I said, “Going into Mom and Dad’s broken ghost portal.”
1. What was Phantom wearing in 'A Little Taste'? (This is for fanart purposes. Was it his suit? A modified version of his suit? Casual clothing?)
2. Would u like to see the sketch ver of the fanart? idk when i'll finish it (or if it will even be done this century) but if it gets done, it'll probably b posted on ao3 - Which leads to the final question,
3. Would u mind if I gifted the fanart to u on ao3??
Thank u in advance, love ur prose(lovely, well-balanced blend of characters' thought and action!!) and have a nice day~
Oh. My gosh................
YES
YES OF COURSE
All the above!
Wait no no I can't just squirrel about, answer time!
1. He was wearing ratty, casual clothing because my poor boy is homeless. Perfect target for the GiW. Unlike Sam who comes from a wealthy vampire family, or Vlad who has been running a business empire for centuries, Phantom was a runaway when he was turned. His resources are limited, consisting of mainly shelters and the occasional theft.
(If I were to give this AU more attention, part of the plot would include him developing a father/son relationship with Mr. Lancer over time, but that's a whole separate thing xD)
2. I LOVE SKETCHES
I have a friend on discord who mostly shares sketches because adhd won't let them finish projects, and trust me, I EAT THAT SHIT UP
3) Mind? Mind?? Who would mind that?! I'd love an ao3 gift! Fanart of a fic is such a high compliment oh my god gdjjfnfjc
(And now that I'm out of questions to answer I'm reduced to being shy and flustered again hdidjjff thank you so much for the compliments at the end! I'm just bjjfkfkfkc)
Yay I finished my 1st entry! It has been an AGE since I fully rendered a piece so it was a lot of fun!
For @green-with-envy-phandom-event. Amazingly cute lineart by @justaphantomhuman
And I may have forgotten and written this in one day but-!
Here is my entry for Super Danny!
It’s also heroic amusement so enjoy!
Super Danny
Off Duty/Domestic
“Sizzling spirits!”
Super looked on in disgust at the deplorable condition of Fun’s bedroom. Papers were strewn all over the desk. Dirty laundry piled onto the bed. Food wrappers littered the floor instead of in the wastebasket. It was right there! How could he miss it?
Unbelievable. How could his former human half live in such disarray?
Speaking of him, Fun waved at him from his chair, nose deep in his laptop. “Hey, dude!”
“Don’t you act all nonchalant with me, human! “This is unacceptable! How could you leave this room in such a disgusting condition?”
“Well,” Fun shrugged, “I finished my homework. Lancer was boring and he gave me detention for sleeping in class.” He smiled at Super. “Tuck gave me his notes, though. So, it worked out in the end.”
Super huffed. Honestly! How could he take his education so unseriously? “I’ve had enough of your lazy, lowlife lifestyle! We are resolving this today! Right now,” he pointed at the door, “You are cleaning your room.”
Fun put his hands up, placatingly. “Alright, alright, I figured I’d do the more important thing first.” He stood up and stretched. His shirt rode up a bit, exposing his stomach, and Super quickly looked away. “Just promise you won’t disappear immediately. I know you patrolled all morning.”
“But of course! How else am I to make sure this city is free of conniving criminals?”
“Did you catch any today?”
Super’s puffed up chest deflated a bit. “Well, no.”
“Ah,” Fun smiled, mischievously. “I see.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? They could be scheming something dastardly later and I have to take care of it.”
“Mhm,” Fun dismissively waved his hand. “You hold that thought, dude. I’ll be back.” He gathered his clothes and left, presumably to start cleaning.
Super sighed once the door closed. The fact that the ghosts haven’t been around today didn’t worry him. What worried him was that it was two days since he last saw one. Super didn’t understand. Were they all plotting something against him? Why would it take so long?” He crossed his arms, hugging himself. This is the calm before the storm. It must be.
Super was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn’t realize Fun came back until he heard the vacuum turn on. He jumped, startled, and whirled around, ectoplasm crackling in hand.
Fun blinked at him. “Whoa, hotshot, it’s just me.” He gave a toothy grin. “I’m not that threatening, am I?”
“Hardly!” Super turned his nose up, his power dissipating. “You should know better than to sneak up on ghostly ghouls.”
He snorted, “Okay, GG dude.”
“This isn’t a game!”
“Never said it was.”
“You-!” Super turned his head and tried to compose himself. He was shocked to see all the wrappers in the garbage and desk clean. “When did you finish cleaning?”
Fun pulled the plug and put the vacuum in the corner. “Since I came back. You okay GG?”
“Again with that?” Super mumbled.
“I walked in here, saw you pouting, and decided to start before you got more upset.” He snickered. “You jumped so far up at the noise I thought I was watching a Luney Toones cartoon.” He walked over to the TV and turned it on, flipping down on the bed in the process. He patted the space next to him. “Come here! You’re gonna miss it.”
Super had no idea what he was talking about but floated over regardless. Probably another silly show that he’s been watching. What were they called? Amine? Anima? Whatever. The one with the boy in space was pretty good, though…
Super yelped as he was pulled onto a warm body by a hand. Said hand wrapped itself around him, holding him close.
Super squirmed a bit, blushing. “Why must you be so, so-“
“Charming?”
“Absolutely annoying!”
Fun chuckled before using both hands to gently cradle Super’s head. Super didn’t realize what he was doing until he saw his cape maneuvered in front of him. He sucked in a breath, angered. “Hey!”
“Relax,” Fun spread his cape on their legs, containing their warmth. “It’s mine, too-“
Super clenched his fists and ducked his head. Right. One of Fun’s belongings.
“Just like how my room is your room,” He gave Super a side eye and smiled, “My bed, your bed. Your burden, my burden.”
Super blinked at the statement then shook his head. “The city is my responsibility.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t help,” Fun snuggled closer, “or that you can’t ask for help.”
Super leaned back and grabbed his hand, slotting their fingers together.
“Which means my mess is also your mess-oof!”
“Some things are only your things,” Super said, pulling the pillow away.
“And time. You have your time to do what you want when you want. But would you like to spend your time with me?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“The portal’s closed for construction, so…”
Super grabbed Fun as he laughed. “You knew why there were no ghosts?!”
“You wouldn’t have believed me!”
Super hated how he was right. “Fine! I can spend some of my invaluable time doing a mundane thing.”
“Watching Gravity is mundane?”
Super straightened up. “We’re watching Gravity?”
“Hell yeah, dude!”
“No swearing!”
Fun smiled at the cute expression on Super’s face, encircling his arms around his torso.
As the movie played, Fun felt Super’s stiff posture slowly melt into him, and he hugged his ghostly ghoul to his chest. By the time the movie ended, he heard snores coming from Super. Fun smiled gently and kissed Super’s temple.
Finally. He finally got Super to rest and even stay with him for the night. Super dude works too hard for no reward. He couldn’t believe his plan worked. Now he can finally relax.
~ 47. feather-light kisses
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Phantom had barely finished phasing through the wall before he started to speak. "Fenton, Fenton!" he gasped, despite his lack of a need for breath. "You'll never believe it! The Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady! Did you know they're -"
He cut himself short at the sight of Fenton, illuminated only by his desk lamp, slumped over at his desk and fast asleep with his open history textbook as a pillow. In spite of the little pool of drool forming over a portrait of James Madison, Phantom's core stuttered at the sight.
How was it that even in the middle of his sleep, Fenton still managed to render him speechless?
Although Fenton had most certainly been awake when he'd left. Had he really been out that long?
Apparently so, if the alarm clock was accurate. 1:28 stared back at him accusingly, as if to try and rub it in that he'd abandoned Fenton for nearly four hours, whether intentional or not. Guilt hit him like a brick wall.
He floated over to the human without a sound. Although he reached out to shake Fenton awake and try to persuade him to sleep on his bed rather than his desk, he stopped himself just short for the second time in as many minutes. His eyes came to rest on the face he could only describe as the epitome of peace and beauty.
How could he disturb a sight as breathtaking as this?
But he hated to see his human sleeping in such an uncomfortable position...
Silently, Phantom maneuvered himself into a position crouched next to Fenton. A little bit of intangibility and a whole lot of patience was thankfully all he needed to lift Fenton out of his chair. Of course, this left him with an entirely new problem.
Floating there, holding his sleeping human against his chest like this, was enthralling. Something about Fenton's steady, slow pulse, the way his bangs fluttered with each gentle breath, how he unconsciously curled himself into a position to fit perfectly in Phantom's arms...
The ghost swallowed. Focus. Get him to bed.
Except he found himself wanting to devote his focus to Fenton. Devote his core and being to Fenton. Hold him there forever and keep him safe and in his arms and eternally close to him.
Fenton shifted. With a long, deep breath, he twisted himself deeper into Phantom's arms, burying his face into the ghost's chest. Warm breath bloomed from Fenton's mouth and onto Phantom's chest, right above his core.
He swallowed again. Why did this feel more impossible than any ghost battle he'd ever been in?
Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly drifted towards the bed. Lowering Fenton down took very ounce of willpower he could possibly muster. It will be worth it when he is safe and comfortable, he tried to reassure himself.
And sure enough, the sight of Fenton's head laid on the pillow, black hair splayed out against the blue sheets, was worth it.
In spite of the pang in his core, Phantom smiled. Perhaps this is what those romance novels Jazz loved to read were talking about when they spoke of true love.
With a sigh he did not need, he moved to turn the desk light off only for a pale hand to reach out and grab his.
"Don' go," Fenton mumbled into the pillow, eyes still closed. Phantom stayed there, frozen in midair, praying that he hadn't woken up the human.
But how else would he know where to find Phantom?
Fenton's arm slowly curled back in towards his body, and Phantom, still petrified, allowed himself to be pulled along. His knees hit the bed. He sank into the mattress, eyes still locked on the human's face.
A blue eye cracked open ever so slightly. "Don' leave me," he gurgled again. Phantom found himself being guided to lay down next to Fenton. The bed was only a twin size, forcing him to press right up against the human.
"I'll just make you cold," Phantom whispered, his voice barely audible.
The eye closed. "Blanket."
Right. Of course. The one they were laying on. Phantom easily phased it through the both of them and draped it over their bodies. Really, he didn't need it, but something about the idea of sharing it with Fenton...
Their hands were still clasped together. Phantom used his free one to gently brush a few stray hairs from Fenton's face. Fenton's breath had already evened out again.
Beautiful. Stunning. Enchanting.
Ever so carefully, not wanting to wake the human up again, he leaned in and ghosted his lips across Fenton's. "Sweet dreams, love."
Like breathing, Phantom also had no need for sleep. That night, however, for the first time since they had become two people, he slept the night away, laying right up against his human.
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~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!
While the normal kids of Amity Park participate in extracurricular activities like sports and art. Danny Fenton trains, hunts, and kills vampires. But, when he is forced into an unlikely alliance and comes to learn truths about his family that were meant to stay buried. He begins doubting his morals, and rules. Questioning where his loyalties lie, he is forced to pick his poison. Will it be his flawed and toxic family or a blood-driven monster?
What do you do when you fall in love with what you’re supposed to hate?
I was prompted to post this here, hoping for it to get some love. It's my first actual large fanfic piece, and I plan on it being a multiple chapter series. So stick around if interested :)
