Admittedly, I was thinking of waiting till I had the rest of this scene finished, but it's a bit time consuming and I figured a page at a time would be a better way to hold over till the next pages than doing a full scene and having nothing for a while longer till I figure out the rest.
Though, I can't promise consistent posting schedules for this as I might get a lot done one day and next to nothing, the next, so we'll have to see how this goes and how far I get. :^
As of right now, the next page is sketched out and just needs cleaned up; though, there is a panel on there that's bugging me and I might try fixing up if I can figure it out... (May have to split it in two-)
Anyway, here's the first page to this little AU comic. :> I have no idea how long it'll be or if it'll even be a constant. I just know I have this first scene (rewritten from the show), figured out and may do another scene after, so no promises of full episode rewrites: just bits and pieces here and there.
I haven't felt all that great the last few days; hence, why nothing was posted yesterday. So, I may be quieter/slower due to that as well; sorry.
Thanks for reading and thanks for all the support lately! :) Things seemed to have blown up when it came to this AU. XD But thanks, all the same: I appreciate it.
I have so many thoughts . All the time . Too long ramble about Danny down below ↓
My Deltarune and Danny Phantom obsession has begun to leak into each other and I genuinely can’t help but think about how much (although vaguely) Danny’s mirror character arc would that of WEIRD ROUTE Noelle.
Because, well, both of them are originally very easily frightened kids. Danny’s considered a massive coward by MOST of the kids at school. In S2 E1, when Danny has his memories wiped, we even SEE how he’s genuinely react to Ghosts if he weren’t a halfa. Run away screaming .
But then I thought… isn’t his confidence kind of superficial? Not in the way that he’s, like, egotistical or whatever. His ego is very typical of a traumatized and slightly annoying teenage boy. But he GETS his confidence from fighting ghosts, aka, via violence. Sure, he has no “player” esque entity guiding him, BUT… there IS someone who WOULD gladly take that role……. (It’s Vlad, it’s always Vlad)
In the later seasons, Danny becomes more pacifistic (and especially in the AGIT comic), but he started out a wimpy kid and got more confident by exerting violence against other Ghosts. It’s kind of got me wondering if his character arc would have ended up a one to one with Noelle’s, had he taken on Vlad’s apprenticeship, or if Vlad had found out about him being a halfa earlier on.
In a way, the only reason Vlad DIDN’T get Danny under his thumb is because 1. He threatened his family, and 2. Danny had fought enough Ghosts, gotten confident enough, gotten STRONG enough, to not be as easily controlled as he otherwise would have . I dunno, just food for thought :,)
For @haunting-heroes-creative-games Poetry-Inspired GTA, I made this comic based on "10 legs, 8 broken" by tiktok user68519586.
For those unfamiliar with the poem, it's a conversation between a spider and the human who squashed it. It's a poem that reframed how I think about and interact with bugs in my house, so it's important to me personally; but what really stuck with me is the hate the human has for the spider, mingled with fear and a sense of entitlement, it reminds me of the way the various anti-ghost characters in Danny Phantom talk about ghosts, from the disgust to the lack of care about a ghost's sense of pain, self, and existence in a world that is shared (even if ghosts are "from" the ghost zone (though many of them used to be humans, so really they're not only from the GZ)). Spiders are distinct from other kinds of bugs; as any Spider-Man fan surely knows, they're not insects! They're arachnids. They help control other kinds of bugs onenmight not want in one's house for various reasons. So Danny as the role of the spider in the poem is fitting on several levels.
When making this comic, I wanted to create distance between the humans and their humnity because of how they act, so I hid their eyes, including Jack who usually does not wear his goggles. Eyes are the windows to the soul, so by keeping theirneyes hidden from our sight (and Danny’s), we get perspective into how he's feeling. Danny only ever has one eye showing at a time because of his own internal conflict about his status as human. There's a secret eye hidden in one of the panels, though. Can you find it? (Hint: it's symbolic)
I might post a part 2 to this eventually, but I think it feels complete as is. So we'll see!
Full poem under cut!
To the spider,
the shadowed creature in the corner of the room
i hate you.
You scared me just as your brothers and sisters did before you,
and i will tell you what i told them,
You are a trespasser that does not belong here.
You entered without knocking.
Roamed freely like this is your home and decorated my walls with unwanted, silk webs without asking.
You may not be the only killer here, but only one of us is innocent, a
nd it's not you.
The spider says to me, it's brittle body squashed and dying,
It's not you, either.
There is venom infused in my fang-shaped maws,
but i was born this way.
What's your excuse?
If you could count your murders, how long would you be counting?
Am i really this threatening?
I thought human hearts were bigger that mine, but you have killed with malice instead of marrow of your bones and poison bubbling
behind your scowl
And i'm sorry for scaring you,
but i didn't know being seen would cost me my life.
Maybe
If you didn't fabricate the prickly feeling of my legs creeping upon your skin while I crawled across the living room floor,
If the webs I weaved were made of cotton candy and captured clementines, cherries, and sweet peas rather than struggling wings and blood;
If i had a pink tongue, push fur, a wagging tail, and fur legs instead of eight
If i had only two eyes, and they were glittering stars and not supermassive block holes;
If i was the same but looked different; maybe you wouldn't hate me.
Maybe you wouldn't have loved me, either, and maybe you still wouldn't have let me stay,
but maybe you would've shown me the door or a window.
Maybe you would've shown me mercy.
(But you are still standing, and I am still sorry).