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[tourettesdog]

Got the pleasure of coloring @five-rivers's lovely lines for Green With Envy!

[bibliophilea]

Introduction to an Impossible Star

Birth of an Impossible Star

The tenth and eleventh tracks composed for Phantasmal Nights: A Danny Phantom Fantasy AU Zine, organized and created by @dpfantasyzine.

Introduction and conclusion music to "Birth of an Impossible Star", an animatic ideated, illustrated, and composited by @ep-10, with writing by @five-rivers and narration by @bibliophilea.

Summary: Danny Fenton finds himself lost in the spirit world. But before he can return, his family is stolen away by the shadows. With help from his newfound magical friends, can he save his family and return home before he himself is changed forever?

Birth of an Impossible Star: YouTube | tumblr

Links to my other works for this zine:

Death Spiral

03 - Beau and the Beasts

04 - Tell Me Your Secrets

06 - Plant a Seed in Your Soul

I hope you enjoy!

[phandomholidaytruce]

On the subject of crossovers, can there be a requirement that at least one prompt must be *neither* a ship nor a crossover? Getting stuck choosing between a ship I have no interest in and a crossover I have no knowledge of would be something of a nightmare scenario for me.

Thank you for your hard work!

Oh yeah, I'm playing with the form's format still but there will be at least one required prompt per person that cannot be ship or crossover.

[ordinarydoodles]

MORTIFIED: IN PICTURES

So I finally read Mortified.

(we ain't even a fourth of the way done)

Mortified was amazing, addictive, absolutely wild in terms of plot twists, and long enough that the wordcount currently puts it right in the middle of the wikipedia list of longest novels in existence. And it is nowhere near done.

@five-rivers, you have my appreciation, my admiration, my respect, and my fear.

[kawaiijohn]

Danny being taken care of (or messed with) by Clockwork after passing out on a couch in Clockwork's lair.

Thank you for taking prompts. :)

Okay this has been in my inbox a WHILE but here we go, @five-rivers

I'll be cleaning this up for Ao3 later, but yeet I'm sick of looking at this.

Content warning for a pretty manipulative clockwork and the Fenton's A+ parenting :)

"Time out."

Clockwork's voice echoes through the halls of long now once more- for what is probably the fifteenth time this non existent hour.

Daniel lays, eyes wide in fear, backed against his headboard as he sits frozen in time. He hadn't reacted well to his situation, yet again, and Clockwork sighs to themself. They reverse time, sending their charge back to bed softly, as if he'd never woke.

Why did this keep happening? What are they doing wrong?

Was it the stasis they lull the boy into when his anxiety makes his Core vibrate so hard it screams?

Was it a lack of Obsession fulfillment? Would it be best to offer him enrichment while he gets used to Long Now?

Maybe it was Obsession conflict with what Clockwork was doing?

With a nervous bite of their lip, Clockwork floats to one of many walls of mirrors; The timelines in their head muddling and tying themselves into knots dissolve into clarity as they focus on the silvery plane before them; time marching on in many instances, like changing channels on a TV.

As the master of time searches for a solution, they feel an unpleasant buzzing radiate from the part of their Core tied to their new son's- Daniel would wake again soon, and they had to ensure success this time.

Rewinding time on a juvenile ghost already forming a small time control ability isn't good for their development, especially on one whose birth parents had almost forced the powerful and rare ability to flourish prematurely through stress.

What were they thinking! Clockwork growls, remembering the waves of time shuddering through the Zone and making their tower sing like a dying canary in response.

The fools had decided the 'thing' inhabiting their son's skin was more a truth than his pleas for understanding; decided the lying ghost in their son's vessel was liable to leave and return Daniel once they'd tortured it enough, ignorant to his pleas for 'just a second, please listen to me.'

Just one second

Please! Mom, dad I promise! If you give me just

One

Second

I can explain.

And since they did not give Daniel a second, he stole one from his other parent (Clockwork's Core purrs in satisfaction, to be chosen as the guardian of such a wonderful ghost? It was something they never knew they wanted)

They're broken from their trance by the smallest of tugs on their Core- Daniel waking for real, once more.

Clockwork drops the shards of silver from their gloved, purple-black stained hands. They have no need, but take a deep breath anyways.

They have another idea, but know the timelines always diverge once Daniel asks what had happened to his parents.

Or specifically, where his parents were, so he could avoid them when he inevitably escaped Long Now and traveled back to Amity.

Clockwork was easy to read, once someone got to know them.

And Daniel, Always a smart one, that boy- able to infer that Clockwork themself had stolen him from his confines, from his home.

He was a bit too human to understand why Clockwork had done what they'd done.

Daniel always figuring it out, remembering things that had never truly happened (a side effect to his Core adapting to Time powers), and accusing Clockwork of being like that pathetic Plasmius- wanting to steal him away from his parents.

No, they were saving their boy from a fate worse than fading, and giving him time to grow.

The solution to Daniels pain was not the most... ethical to say the least, nor the best way to save the boy, but it was something that needed to happen for the happiest timeline.

Clockwork smiles and calmly floats back to the boy- this time, they would not withhold information, not sugar coat.

Daniel always appreciated honesty over comfort.

"Clockwork? What... What hit me? Who hit me?" he asks, rubbing his chest, his Core.

"Your parents had decided to not listen to your pleas, I brought you here to recover."

Danny winces, the look in his eyes is clearer. "I asked for a second-"

"And you took one from me, unknowingly. But it allowed me to come and interfere." Clockwork runs a hand through their boy's hair gently, hoping this goes right this time. "I assume you remembered part of what happened, and what has not."

Danny shudders and swallows, anxiety causing him to shake.

One of these days, he will learn to not fear the blue morals of his parents, but it will take time.

"Yeah... I do. Why?" he swallows, "Why keep rewinding me? When I find out what you did to my... my parents?"

Clockwork soothes the boy with a hug, making sure he's tucked in tightly. "You were thinking irrationally, applying human morals to your situation, even when it's not what is best for you- for your Core. I knew keeping you in bed would cause you to think this through a bit more, a bit more open minded."

"But throwing them at Pandora's judges? That's..."

"Fair, considering they were commiting a crime against one of hers, and one of the Realm's. Against royalty and their own child, no less." Clockwork sits back as Danny pushes them away gently.

This is going better than they'd hoped it would.

"Pandora isn't going to consider that they're just human! And, and they didn't know it was me-"

Clockwork shushes Danny. "When you pleaded for them to listen, for them to stop, they did not. Once they did that, they passed the point of no return and are guilty of their crimes."

Danny sniffles, eyes full of frustration. "You didn't have to interfere! It's not fair to them you're not involved, you just like to meddle..."

"But I did. You asked for a second to explain, to prove you were their son. And I gave you that second, through my love for you- even if it surprised me." Clockwork chuckles. "I was given responsibility over your well being, and I think of you as my son, therefore it is completely fair to your other parental figures."

Clockwork kisses the top of Daniel's head, tucking him in once again. "You deserve to be understood, even if you refuse to see what it is you need, what I am doing for you. Teenage rebellion is an important part of a young ghosts development, so sulk as much as you need. Just understand that I am here for you, and I'm doing what is best."

[icos-x]

@five-rivers Choose your own adventure index

Part 1

Should Danny leave his parents to continue working or try to bribe them?

Part 2

Should Danny go to his friends as Phantom or Fenton?

Should he stay home?

Or should he try and bypass the DNA lock?

Part 3

Should Danny go to bed?

Should he proceed with equipment or without?

Part 4

Too many options here, go look for yourself! It's worth it!

Part 5

Should Danny tell the truth about how tired he is?

Part 6

Should Danny remove the tools from his grandfather's belt?

Part 7

Who should Danny go to?

Part 8

To be continued

[ectoberhaunt]

The sun is still out, but I'm so worn out. Maybe I should take a nap? Unless...

No, I shouldn't worry about that. I'm going to go take a walk. Settle my thoughts.

You can't help anyone if you're not well yourself!

Hey, where did all these 🌟 stars 🌟 come from?

Phantom, is that you?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Rivers before...]

Rivers Dreams

Five-Rivers encounters Phantom... but he isn't himself.... A Danny Phantom Podfic for Ectober 2021. Written by summerssixecho on tumblr, ao

Twin green lights greeted the new guest, like lanterns that lit up the foggy night, casting all attention away from the uncertainty of the murky waters up ahead. It drew the visitor to its source, like Icarus ignoring all signs of imminent danger before getting too close to being burnt.

“Phantom?” the new voice calls again.

The sound of their friendly concern made the ghost perk up. The warmth of the wide smile not quite reached the giddiness in his glimmering eyes.

“Oh, you’re really here?” The sound of the ghost boy’s words sent shivers down River’s spine. Where once had been a friendly and playful voice, was now surrounded with a soothing, white noise. The echo was still present. “Are you another gift my brothers sent me? Or just a mirage?”

Rivers looked up, down, and around. Where was ‘here’? Darkness spread below, almost moving to cover their feet. The sight of the millions of stars covering distantly the dark expanse didn’t match any of the constellations found in Amity Park’s sky. The ‘stars’ moved like wisps attached to the dark ooze, pulsing, fading, whispering, creating smaller fractals in their wake.

“Is this the void? Did I stare at it for too long?”

Phantom’s smoke-like body got closer in a blink, with no signs of moving at all to cut the distance between them. Was that even Phantom anymore? Where were the puns and the confidence? The town’s hero usually made them feel protected, safe, untouchable whenever he was fighting a ghost. But now that feeling was nowhere to be found.

“Ha, nice of you to humor me,” the ghost replied with a sinister smile. “I love playing with w̴̬̫̠̿́͗o̴̙̘͌͜r̵̤͊͑d̸͕͇̊s̵͋̐͒͜. I heard you like them too?”

His eerie green eyes stared at the ground, the once black expanse at their feet shifted slightly to a new form. Tiny orbs began to appear, mirroring the endless sky. Each minuscule light shifted into a letter, then a word, then full paragraphs to be followed on a path.

The human tried to make sense of the stream of text that continued beyond the horizon. Familiar names got their attention, “Lethe” stood out in larger letters, floating away in the ghastly road. Another look around showed different paths connecting to a larger one.

As “Lethe” got away, the words that followed whispered secrets. Lore created by ghosts, not available to any other human before, the voices said.

“So what do you say we play a game?” Phantom cut into Rivers’ thoughts. “Unless you’d rather forget about it.”

Rivers felt something nagging, a shadow lurking at the back of their mind. But this was Phantom. They needed to help him. So maybe they could play along for a while… “What kind of game?” the wary human asked.

The smile stretched even wider as the green orbs shone with more intensity. “See how many words we can play with here? It’ll be fun.” The ghost extended his darkened hand. “Here, I’ll even give you a hand.”

The visitor belatedly realized this wasn’t the myth of Icarus. This wasn’t Charon taking them to the other side.

If anything, this was closer to Phantasus and as they followed the path to a door, they lost themselves in the dream...

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Art by @13thcat

Audio by @bibliophilea

Story by @summerssixecho

[marivictal]

For the past few months I’ve kinda of got into the Danny Phantom fandom (the Phandom) thanks to  five-rivers Mortified fic and to  the-stove-is-on-fire comics.

that is why i wanted to draw them on their 16, the suit is based on stove’s art and the cape and ice hairpin is my take on how i see when described in five’s fic

hope you guys like the design i made for them