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[halfusek]

Phanniemay16 - Day Nineteen: Fave Outfit

Remember when Spectra make herself a new body and it was pretty much a dead body? Yeah, good times

[a-t-t-u]

Phanniemay ‘16 Day 8: Vacation

I ended up failing to continue Phanniemay but I’m doing several of the prompts for Camp Nano this year!

All props to the creators of this vine: https://vine.co/v/hnvggE7x2l3 and @sarasanddollar for inspiration (:

AO3 link here, FFN link here.

Vacation, or, The Sand Guardian, Guardian of the Sand (1361 words)

It was a beautiful day to be at the beach. The sun was shining. The waves crashed into the shore every few seconds with a dull roar. Seagulls flew overhead, circling and cawing.

Or, as Danny saw it, it was hot as hell, the ocean kept washing up plastic and driftwood, and seagulls kept trying to make moves on his bag of chips.

“Not today, you little shit,” he hissed, snatching his bag up and away from one enterprising bird. His sudden movement kicked up sand into the bag, dusting the corn chips with more than the original nacho cheese flavoring. “Dammit. Look at what you made me do!” He gestured at the bag angrily, waving his arms at the gull. The bird looked back at him, unperturbed.

“Do you think if I told Dad I thought this seagull was possessed by a ghost he’d manage to chase them all away for good?” Danny asked, turning to his sister.

Jazz shifted slightly in her beach chair, thumbing the page of her novel. “Please don’t. Remember the last time he thought an animal was possessed? He scorched our tent and the tents on the neighboring campsites, for one. There is no way that place is letting us back again.”

“That poor raccoon,” Danny said, remembering with a shudder. “Good point.”

Jazz adjusted her wide-brimmed hat and pushed her sunglasses further up her nose. “Why not go in the water? It’d definitely cool you down a bit.”

“The last time I tried getting in Dad tried to wrestle me ‘like a man’ and I almost drowned twice.”

Jazz looked at Danny skeptically over the tops of her glasses. “Danny, we both know you have no trouble getting out of his sleeper hold.”

“Three years ago you’d be running for the nearest phone to call Social Services for child abuse.” Danny grouched, slouching down in his chair. His feet left dark gouges in the sand as he pushed them forward, trying to bury his feet in the cool, damp sand beneath the surface.

“True. But that was when you were a lot less self sufficient. You can handle yourself pretty well now, no matter what Mom and Dad throw at you.”

Danny looked at his sister in surprise. “I’m not sure whether to be insulted or-”

“Take the compliment, Danny. They’re good for self-esteem,” Jazz said, smiling into her book. “Now go get in the ocean before you fry.”

Danny rose from his seat with a sigh, blinking into the bright light reflecting off of the water. His parents were out there somewhere. They liked to swim out to find sandbars to walk on; there was a good chance they’d floated a bit down the shore already.

He started to gingerly tiptoe his way over the hot sand before a very peculiar feeling bubbled up from his chest, cold air freezing his tongue and the roof of his mouth. “Man, does that feel weird when it’s hot out,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his arms absentmindedly. “And of course this happens now. Why wouldn’t a ghost attack when I’m hundreds of miles away from Amity Park on vacation?”

He scanned the surrounding beach warily. The beach was for the most part empty; it was prime sun time and most of the locals preferred to take this part of the afternoon indoors. It was just before tourist season, too. The Fentons were frugal folk and liked to make the most of their time away from work, leading to all sorts of interesting vacations. This one had been surprisingly normal, so far.

The sands beneath his feet trembled slightly and began to slide out from under him like water being sucked into a big wave. He jumped back quickly and with another check for any onlookers, reached into that now-refreshingly cold part of his chest and tugged. Cool white light washed over him, bleaching his dark hair to white and infusing his eyes with green. He let himself ignore gravity for a few moments, floating a few inches above the shifting sands.

He watched as the sands built up into a tall column, nearly a mountain. He was sure the sand was about to crash down on him before a craggy face formed out of the side facing him and began to speak.

“I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND!” The thing rasped, sand pouring from its mouth as it spoke through constantly crumbling lips.

“What the-” Danny began.

The seagull that had been terrorizing him earlier landed on what must have been the sand monster’s shoulder. Danny knew it was the same one - it had the exact same dark wings and white-tipped feathers. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for the thing to open up its beak and squawk, “Poseidon quivers before them!”

Danny craned his head to look up at the pair. “I’m not Poseidon and I really didn’t need anyone messing with my vacation. Fuck off,” he said irritably.

Both the sand monster and the seagull somehow managed to look taken aback. “YOU… ARE NOT POSEIDON?” The monster boomed.

“Why the hell would you think I’m Poseidon? Last I checked, I didn’t have a flowing beard or a trident,” Danny pointed out.

“...THIS IS TRUE. HOWEVER, YOU TASTE OF COLD, DARK WATER. YOU SMELL OF SALT.” The seagull squawked in agreement.

“What do you mean I- oh. Ice powers. You taste my ice powers, dumbass! And I smell like salt because I was swimming earlier! It’s probably still in my hair,” Danny said, ruffling his hands through his hair to dislodge some of the salt that had crusted at the roots.

“I KNOW OF NO OTHER BEING WHO FEELS SUCH A WAY. YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE SAND AND THUS MUST BE ELIMINATED,” the thing rumbled, leaning forward menacingly.

The seagull took off with what Danny could swore was a cackle, cawing, “Quiver before them!”

Before Danny could flip the bird the bird, sand was suddenly crashing down all around him, filling his nose, ears, and mouth with salty, gritty dirt. He panicked for a few moments before he remembered he was a ghost and therefore immune to physical attacks. He went intangible, ignoring the familiar tingly feeling as sand filled the space that he still technically occupied. He flew in the direction he thought was up and soon emerged out the side of the sand monster, now reforming itself to stand as tall as it had before engulfing him with sand.

Danny coughed several times, trying to resolve some of the dryness still stuck in his throat. He’d have to worry about that later. This thing had attacked him on his vacation, filled his jumpsuit with sand, and now it was going to pay.

“What did I say to you a minute ago, sand guardian?” He yelled, reaching out with both hands and emitting ice, as much ice as he could muster on such a hot day. The monster rumbled in surprise as ice spread up from the bottom of the column of sand to the top, quickly climbing up to its face.

“SAND GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE SAND-” The ice froze its face solid in a rather dusty look of surprise.

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you are,” Danny said, cutting off the flow of ice. “Not this beach, not today. Not this sand.” He backed up in the air and charged forward, infusing his forward-thrust boot with ecto-energy as he flew. He crashed through the sand guardian, yelling “FUCK OFF!”

Sandy ice flew everywhere as the monster shattered, landing with soft plopping noises into the high tide beyond. The tide slowly carried the blocks of ice out to sea as it went out. Within minutes, the ice was completely gone.

Now tired and covered in tiny bits of sand and ice, Danny let his fatigue tug him back into human form and trudged back over to Jazz, falling into this chair with a groan.

Jazz looked like she was trying not to laugh. “Enjoy yourself?” She asked, turning another page of her book a little too casually.

Danny huffed. “Maybe a little.”

[halfusek]

never forgetti mom’s spaghetti

Phanniemay16 - Day Seventeen: Food

So like Immortal AU Why I did something like this because of a meme I failed as a human being

yeah his family is pretty dead

[halfusek]

Phanniemay16 - Day Sixteen: Red 

So yeah I'll finish Phanniemay because I have some ideas and I don't want to waste them :')

What if Dan had to do e v e r y t h i n g over and over again until he finally was defeated

by everything i mean: watch his family and friends die, looking for help and moving to Vlad feat. depression, get rid of humanity and emotions, become a monster - a fusion of Phantom and Plasmius, kill himself and not like a suicide but like one self kills other self Phantom kills Fenton, destroy everything and everyone because! maybe! he knew about something i don't know a legend that there is someone like Clockwork and he is like the last thing that can save the world when shit goes bad! so Dan fucked up the world and killed everybody EVERYBODY and he left only Amity Park because they got a shield but not for long ahahah he killed like the whole freaking world 7 billion people or something, then here goes the Clockwork and Danny from the present (or past??? anyway the good one mkay) and Danny fight his evil future self and he loses and ---> he plays the game again tILL HE LOSES

ahh such beautiful angst 

[halfusek]

Phanniemay16 - Day Fifteen: The Mansons  

   Investigation. Looking for evidences. Collecting evidences as if they were collectible figures.    Long. A very long process.    No judgment. No penalty. Compensation? What compensation?    Questioning. Witnesses. Zero defendants. Many victims.    Too harsh punishment.    Victim. Defendant.    There is no compensation. No sense. It does not make sense.    This court proceeding does not make sense.    This case.    Anything.    I.    Murderer.    Stir in the courtroom. Glances of compassion and contempt. An interesting mix. Woman breaking through the chic furnishings. Through the lawyers, and even more lawyers. Her glance is different. There is no compassion in it, no. Nor contempt, simply hate. Anger. Despair. Slowly emerging madness.    Why is nobody stopping her.    She’s getting closer. Will my lawyer protect me. Not from the judgment. Physically. From her. Don’t let her get me. Not me. No.    Shows her teeth. Pulls out her claws.    She changed. Monster. She looks like a monster. A grimace which crept across her face wasn’t a sign of any good intentions. Your Honor, can’t you see it?    She got me. Your Honor, why is she doing this.    Manicure sticks me in my neck, while she’s chocking me. Security guards finally woke up. Don’t stop her.    Everybody heard what they heard. When your stupid brains were trying to understand it, this woman and her bad intentions were already on their way. Look what this information did to her. What I did to her. What I did. What did I do?    Don’t stop her, because she’s right. You should join her. You want it. If you don’t, you will.    Just. Leave her alone. Let her finish.    Punches. Beating. A similar rhythm. No, completely different. Or maybe the same. Hammer. Heart. Small difference. One quiet. One froze.    They’re taking her. Moving out of the room. For her it’s the end of the case. For me too. For everyone.    Someone walks up to me. Lifts me from the floor. Bends down to put my arm on his back. Carries me. We go out through the same door as the madwoman. No, I’m sorry. Not as the madwoman. As the loving mother.    They must be looking at us. They want to see so bad, they want sensation, what do they want, don’t let them see. Too many people around. The crowd fills the space instead of the air, I’m suffocating, Dad, Mom, why she was chocking me, why Mrs. Manson did this to me, it’s not my fault, tell me, why you’re not here, I need you, tell her that everything is alright, that Sam is alright, that everything is alright, WHY.    Why.    The landscape behind the window moves quickly. The car propelled itself for good, it’s going fast through the highway, leaving the landscapes behind. Seeing it is quite painful, numb gray cells do not approve of the brain operating at such high speeds. I’m moving my gaze to the seat on the other side. The man is looking at me. With concern.    I realized it by myself, that it was bound to happen.    He knows that I know. That’s why he’s not telling me about it. He’s silent.    He despises me too.    I despise myself too.    We’re talking.    But why we’re talking about Pamela Manson. Right, she’s an interesting person, colorful I would say, always smiling, glad to live such a perfect, happy life. Able to choke a fourteen year old boy.    I look back. I can’t tell if it was a long ago or just like yesterday. I know that this day and every remaining days will be the same for the rest of my life, so I won’t be able to recognize them, so the calendar can be a one huge graveyard, and the day when everything I had was buried, everything I destroyed, everything which gave me reason to keep living, my life was buried with them, they took my life away, just like I took their.    I still see their faces. Their names engraved in marble. They are hanging in the void before my eyes, they occlude everything that happens around me. Only they count. They always did. If they’re not here, then there’s nothing here.    She puts her arm around me. A woman which was never apart from the pink color. On that day she wore a completely black clothes, just as her daughter used to. She’s crying. I’m crying. She wants to offer me a handkerchief, but she realizes it’s useless, paper coat won’t protect you from the rain.    He puts his arm around me. He’s sitting next to me and hugging me. My tears are falling down on his suit, but it doesn’t bother him.    Suddenly she grabbed my face and headed toward her. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something and didn’t want to say it at the same time. Or rather, as if she desired, but knew that she shouldn’t.    You know what she said?    “You know what she said, Vlad?”, the car was driving so smoothly on the surface of the road, so it was easy to tell shaking of the car from shaking which hysteria did to my body.    She said it. And started to cry even harder, because of her horrible thoughts, horrible in relation to a child which was hurt as much as she was, even more, this innocent child, which isn’t guilty at all, it’s not his fault, it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t him, not him.    “She said that she wished I was dead instead of her.”    It was him.    The murderer.

__________________ I didn't know what to do for the main theme which is SciFi so I choosed to do the optional theme - The Mansons. And I wrote something, and by wrote I mean translated a scene from my old fanfiction, because it's one of these scenes that I'm actually proud of haha :') So yeah my writing in english isn't as good as in polish, so I hope it's readable

[kimerarts]

Phanniemay 18 Frostbite

he’s teaching Danny how to make an ice sword

(sorry i post this in my other blog, and i didn’t realise till now)

(deviantart link)

[cooltmoney95]

Phanniemay Day 20-Snow by T-mack56

It's Christmas eve in amity park and everyone is caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. All except the town's red huntress herself Valerie Gray who prefers to not take part in such things.  Reason being that for most people the holiday season brings back memories of something big, or important, or exciting that happened in their lives,bringing back feelings of happiness, nostalgia, and warmth. But not for Valerie. For her the holidays bring nothing but pain, sorrow, bitterness, and sadness for her. Because they bring back painful memories of the day she lost the one person who loved her the most........her mother.   I know that this is two days late. But I just wasn't in the mood to draw it at the time.  Anywho I was thinking about Valerie's official introduction episode (Well non-cameo one at least.) "Shades Of Grey" and I couldn't help but think back and noticed that throughout that episode (as well as the rest of the series.)  we get NO reference to what happened to her mom. Don't get me wrong I don't mind shows having representation, of children with single parents, and I know the death of a parent is not something a child would want to think about.  But the fact that we don't even get a no mention of Mr. Gray being divorced or temporarily separated from his wife can take one's mind to dark places. This is also leading to my take on Valerie's mom (Who's artwork is already completed.). I won't say much here. But she goes by the name of Delancey Gray (Maiden name: Delancey Square)

[astrodances]

Astro’s Phanniemay 2016 Fics

I figured I should put all my Phanniemay 2016 submissions in one single post for your guys’ convenience. :D

Week 1: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 Week 2: 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 Week 3: 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 Week 4: 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 Week 5: 29 | 30 | 31