Danny is the victim again, because they think he’s the villain.
“I’ll never give up on you.”
⟢ Sketch of Danny being pinned down by the hand of a GiW agent. Pinterest inspiration doesn’t do me any good. This sat in my head for a while now and it needed to get out.
A small piece from an upcoming chapter of my Phan fic 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚.
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A reflection stared back at him.
A boy—no. A man. A stranger.
His black hair clung to his forehead, greasy, dull, lifeless…
Just… this—this empty thing wearing his skin.
Blue eyes. But were they his?
Hollow. Glassy. A dull, dead shade that wasn’t supposed to belong to him. His gaze drifted downward, skimming over his body—ruined, broken, scarred. He didn’t even flinch at the sight anymore. The jagged lightning-shaped scar stretched across his cheek and neck, a souvenir from those seven months, from that collar.
Seven months.
The scar would never heal. Like the Y-shaped wound carved across his chest. Like the invisible ones inside him, festering, splitting him apart from the inside out.
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⟢ Ao3
⟢ More under the cut—some detail shots.
⟢ The drawings in the polaroids are older ones that I never shared before, way back from August last year ;3
Summary: Danny had been captured by the GiW once again, or so he thinks. Leaving him feeling utterly helpless—vulnerable. There was nothing he could do. What will happen to him? And why again?
Disclaimer: This phic is rated M for a reason. If you are underage, please do NOT read it. The themes and content are intended for adults and may be inappropriate or difficult to understand for younger readers.
And I have no idea why I chose my sketch airbrush.
Danny’s eyes… once, they burned—wild, stubborn, untamed. Now, they were just remnants, hollow and dim, a shattered reflection of something that used to be. Tired, heavy-lidded, staring past the world as if it no longer mattered—because… it didn’t anymore.
No spark.
No warmth.
Just the empty sheen of someone who had felt too much, too deeply, until there was simply nothing left to feel.
That’s… that’s him.
It’s worn down, piece by piece, until all that remained was just… exhaustion. Not a broken soul, not even a lost one—just a hollowed out echo of something that once was.
When I think the sketch looks better then the finished piece. Yeah, well. I just wanted to try to draw dead eyes (empty eyes).
This is just… Danny being in an Altered Universe, Out Of Character and aged up. My own headcanon. ♡