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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

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One Brush Challenge. ;3

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. ♡

⟢ The story: Ao3

(Published two new chapters)

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⋆.˚ ⚡︎ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 ⚡︎ ˚.⋆

⟢ My Danny Phantom OOC • Sheet 01: Bad-Tempered Behavior • Finally the full detailed clothing I had in mind—cyber wear inspired .ᐟ • Likes to wear baggy clothes • Age: 18 • ‘Scared’ to turn into his human form • Lightning scar • Damaged left eye, but not blind • From my Phic Scarred For Half A Life

My Danny version is a torment soul, grappling with depression and PTSD. Half his life has been spent carrying scars—some carved into his flesh, others burned into his soul. He drifts through the days, dissociation pulling him apart at the seams, his own thoughts twisting against him with desires he doesn’t want.

And even when happiness dares to touch him, just for a moment—just enough to remind him of what could be—the universe always rips it away. It doesn’t just let him suffer; it ensures it. In every way possible.

☻% x ـــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦.

⟢ bottom left angle/perspective was a reference I came across on Pinterest once, and I really wanted to try that out.

⟢ This is my first ‘character sheet design’ I’ve made in my entire life, so don’t come after me lol.

⟢ Still learning and playing with lights and shading—need to do this more often.

⟢ Full story: Ao3

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⋆.˚ ⚡︎ 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⚡︎ ˚.⋆

Chapter 20: Spill The Acid (Preview / Spoiler / Teaser)

⟢ Danny Phantom Phan Fic • Genre: Angst — Hurt/Comfort • TW: Emotional Distress — Strong Language — Graphic Content • M rate (+16!) • AU — OOC

⟢ Full Story: Ao3 ⟡ FFN

New (temporary) Summary!: Scarred inside and out, Danny struggles with a new reality he has to cope with. What will happen to him? And why?

♫ ▸ I need a gangsta, to love me better than all the others do, to always forgive me, ride or die with me, that's just what gangsters do. —Kehlani

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Tears streamed freely down his face, cold and crystal as ice, soaking his cheeks as his voice cracked under the weight of his confessions. His breaths were uneven, hitching between sobs.

Every memory, every wound, every betrayal burned fresh in his mind as he spoke, his words tumbling out without care for how they sounded.

When he finally stopped, the silence in the room was deafening. He raised a trembling hand, swiping at his tear-streaked face with the sleeve of his hoodie, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. He felt raw, exposed, like his very soul had been laid bare for •ㄨ✘✗ﾒ✗• to see.

Danny glanced up, expecting to see •ㄨ✘✗ﾒ✗• usual smirk, but what he saw instead froze him. •ㄨ✘✗ﾒ✗• grin had shifted into something else entirely—something… curious, yet tinged with pity. It was weird. What the fxck? Danny had never seen •ㄨ✘✗ﾒ✗• look like this before.

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⟢ I wrote a few more chapters already too, so if you want to follow along—stay tuned!

⟢ I’m still learning ambient lighting… I don’t use it often so… and I still hate drawings hands (: I mean, I’m still learning everyday at drawing and coloring!