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pitch-pearl-void · 12 days
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Yay I finished my 1st entry! It has been an AGE since I fully rendered a piece so it was a lot of fun! For @green-with-envy-phandom-event. Amazingly cute lineart by @justaphantomhuman
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pitch-pearl-void · 22 days
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It’s DP Side Hoes Week!
And I may have forgotten and written this in one day but-!
Here is my entry for Super Danny!
It’s also heroic amusement so enjoy!
Super Danny
Off Duty/Domestic
“Sizzling spirits!”
Super looked on in disgust at the deplorable condition of Fun’s bedroom. Papers were strewn all over the desk. Dirty laundry piled onto the bed. Food wrappers littered the floor instead of in the wastebasket. It was right there! How could he miss it?
Unbelievable. How could his former human half live in such disarray?
Speaking of him, Fun waved at him from his chair, nose deep in his laptop. “Hey, dude!”
“Don’t you act all nonchalant with me, human! “This is unacceptable! How could you leave this room in such a disgusting condition?”
“Well,” Fun shrugged, “I finished my homework. Lancer was boring and he gave me detention for sleeping in class.” He smiled at Super. “Tuck gave me his notes, though. So, it worked out in the end.”
Super huffed. Honestly! How could he take his education so unseriously? “I’ve had enough of your lazy, lowlife lifestyle! We are resolving this today! Right now,” he pointed at the door, “You are cleaning your room.”
Fun put his hands up, placatingly. “Alright, alright, I figured I’d do the more important thing first.” He stood up and stretched. His shirt rode up a bit, exposing his stomach, and Super quickly looked away. “Just promise you won’t disappear immediately. I know you patrolled all morning.”
“But of course! How else am I to make sure this city is free of conniving criminals?”
“Did you catch any today?”
Super’s puffed up chest deflated a bit. “Well, no.”
“Ah,” Fun smiled, mischievously. “I see.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? They could be scheming something dastardly later and I have to take care of it.”
“Mhm,” Fun dismissively waved his hand. “You hold that thought, dude. I’ll be back.” He gathered his clothes and left, presumably to start cleaning.
Super sighed once the door closed. The fact that the ghosts haven’t been around today didn’t worry him. What worried him was that it was two days since he last saw one. Super didn’t understand. Were they all plotting something against him? Why would it take so long?” He crossed his arms, hugging himself. This is the calm before the storm. It must be.
Super was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn’t realize Fun came back until he heard the vacuum turn on. He jumped, startled, and whirled around, ectoplasm crackling in hand.
Fun blinked at him. “Whoa, hotshot, it’s just me.” He gave a toothy grin. “I’m not that threatening, am I?”
“Hardly!” Super turned his nose up, his power dissipating. “You should know better than to sneak up on ghostly ghouls.”
He snorted, “Okay, GG dude.”
“This isn’t a game!”
“Never said it was.”
“You-!” Super turned his head and tried to compose himself. He was shocked to see all the wrappers in the garbage and desk clean. “When did you finish cleaning?”
Fun pulled the plug and put the vacuum in the corner. “Since I came back. You okay GG?”
“Again with that?” Super mumbled.
“I walked in here, saw you pouting, and decided to start before you got more upset.” He snickered. “You jumped so far up at the noise I thought I was watching a Luney Toones cartoon.” He walked over to the TV and turned it on, flipping down on the bed in the process. He patted the space next to him. “Come here! You’re gonna miss it.”
Super had no idea what he was talking about but floated over regardless. Probably another silly show that he’s been watching. What were they called? Amine? Anima? Whatever. The one with the boy in space was pretty good, though…
Super yelped as he was pulled onto a warm body by a hand. Said hand wrapped itself around him, holding him close.
Super squirmed a bit, blushing. “Why must you be so, so-“
“Charming?”
“Absolutely annoying!”
Fun chuckled before using both hands to gently cradle Super’s head. Super didn’t realize what he was doing until he saw his cape maneuvered in front of him. He sucked in a breath, angered. “Hey!”
“Relax,” Fun spread his cape on their legs, containing their warmth. “It’s mine, too-“
Super clenched his fists and ducked his head. Right. One of Fun’s belongings.
“Just like how my room is your room,” He gave Super a side eye and smiled, “My bed, your bed. Your burden, my burden.”
Super blinked at the statement then shook his head. “The city is my responsibility.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t help,” Fun snuggled closer, “or that you can’t ask for help.”
Super leaned back and grabbed his hand, slotting their fingers together.
“Which means my mess is also your mess-oof!”
“Some things are only your things,” Super said, pulling the pillow away.
“And time. You have your time to do what you want when you want. But would you like to spend your time with me?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“The portal’s closed for construction, so…”
Super grabbed Fun as he laughed. “You knew why there were no ghosts?!”
“You wouldn’t have believed me!”
Super hated how he was right. “Fine! I can spend some of my invaluable time doing a mundane thing.”
“Watching Gravity is mundane?”
Super straightened up. “We’re watching Gravity?”
“Hell yeah, dude!”
“No swearing!”
Fun smiled at the cute expression on Super’s face, encircling his arms around his torso.
As the movie played, Fun felt Super’s stiff posture slowly melt into him, and he hugged his ghostly ghoul to his chest. By the time the movie ended, he heard snores coming from Super. Fun smiled gently and kissed Super’s temple.
Finally. He finally got Super to rest and even stay with him for the night. Super dude works too hard for no reward. He couldn’t believe his plan worked. Now he can finally relax.
Fun grinned. How’s that for being lazy?
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pitch-pearl-void · 27 days
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PITCH PEARL 47
~ 47. feather-light kisses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Phantom had barely finished phasing through the wall before he started to speak. "Fenton, Fenton!" he gasped, despite his lack of a need for breath. "You'll never believe it! The Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady! Did you know they're -"
He cut himself short at the sight of Fenton, illuminated only by his desk lamp, slumped over at his desk and fast asleep with his open history textbook as a pillow. In spite of the little pool of drool forming over a portrait of James Madison, Phantom's core stuttered at the sight.
How was it that even in the middle of his sleep, Fenton still managed to render him speechless?
Although Fenton had most certainly been awake when he'd left. Had he really been out that long?
Apparently so, if the alarm clock was accurate. 1:28 stared back at him accusingly, as if to try and rub it in that he'd abandoned Fenton for nearly four hours, whether intentional or not. Guilt hit him like a brick wall.
He floated over to the human without a sound. Although he reached out to shake Fenton awake and try to persuade him to sleep on his bed rather than his desk, he stopped himself just short for the second time in as many minutes. His eyes came to rest on the face he could only describe as the epitome of peace and beauty.
How could he disturb a sight as breathtaking as this?
But he hated to see his human sleeping in such an uncomfortable position...
Silently, Phantom maneuvered himself into a position crouched next to Fenton. A little bit of intangibility and a whole lot of patience was thankfully all he needed to lift Fenton out of his chair. Of course, this left him with an entirely new problem.
Floating there, holding his sleeping human against his chest like this, was enthralling. Something about Fenton's steady, slow pulse, the way his bangs fluttered with each gentle breath, how he unconsciously curled himself into a position to fit perfectly in Phantom's arms...
The ghost swallowed. Focus. Get him to bed.
Except he found himself wanting to devote his focus to Fenton. Devote his core and being to Fenton. Hold him there forever and keep him safe and in his arms and eternally close to him.
Fenton shifted. With a long, deep breath, he twisted himself deeper into Phantom's arms, burying his face into the ghost's chest. Warm breath bloomed from Fenton's mouth and onto Phantom's chest, right above his core.
He swallowed again. Why did this feel more impossible than any ghost battle he'd ever been in?
Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly drifted towards the bed. Lowering Fenton down took very ounce of willpower he could possibly muster. It will be worth it when he is safe and comfortable, he tried to reassure himself.
And sure enough, the sight of Fenton's head laid on the pillow, black hair splayed out against the blue sheets, was worth it.
In spite of the pang in his core, Phantom smiled. Perhaps this is what those romance novels Jazz loved to read were talking about when they spoke of true love.
With a sigh he did not need, he moved to turn the desk light off only for a pale hand to reach out and grab his.
"Don' go," Fenton mumbled into the pillow, eyes still closed. Phantom stayed there, frozen in midair, praying that he hadn't woken up the human.
But how else would he know where to find Phantom?
Fenton's arm slowly curled back in towards his body, and Phantom, still petrified, allowed himself to be pulled along. His knees hit the bed. He sank into the mattress, eyes still locked on the human's face.
A blue eye cracked open ever so slightly. "Don' leave me," he gurgled again. Phantom found himself being guided to lay down next to Fenton. The bed was only a twin size, forcing him to press right up against the human.
"I'll just make you cold," Phantom whispered, his voice barely audible.
The eye closed. "Blanket."
Right. Of course. The one they were laying on. Phantom easily phased it through the both of them and draped it over their bodies. Really, he didn't need it, but something about the idea of sharing it with Fenton...
Their hands were still clasped together. Phantom used his free one to gently brush a few stray hairs from Fenton's face. Fenton's breath had already evened out again.
Beautiful. Stunning. Enchanting.
Ever so carefully, not wanting to wake the human up again, he leaned in and ghosted his lips across Fenton's. "Sweet dreams, love."
Like breathing, Phantom also had no need for sleep. That night, however, for the first time since they had become two people, he slept the night away, laying right up against his human. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!
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pitch-pearl-void · 1 month
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A Heart at Stake
Summay: Vampires are real.
While the normal kids of Amity Park participate in extracurricular activities like sports and art. Danny Fenton trains, hunts, and kills vampires. But, when he is forced into an unlikely alliance and comes to learn truths about his family that were meant to stay buried. He begins doubting his morals, and rules. Questioning where his loyalties lie, he is forced to pick his poison. Will it be his flawed and toxic family or a blood-driven monster?
What do you do when you fall in love with what you’re supposed to hate?
Warnings ⚠
Alcohol, sexually explicit, implied/mentioned abuse, gore, weapons
I was prompted to post this here, hoping for it to get some love. It's my first actual large fanfic piece, and I plan on it being a multiple chapter series. So stick around if interested :)
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pitch-pearl-void · 2 months
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pitch pearl doodles bc i have no writing to share right now 💕
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pitch-pearl-void · 4 months
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33 writer's choice thonk frog
You get heroic amusement or maybe just Regular Pitch Pearl because apparently neither of you sent 33 Pitch Pearl and that's rude tbh.
Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a scene!
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Fenton kept his eyes closed even after he had woken up. He knew it was the middle of the night since his alarm hadn't gone off, and he knew that whatever it was that woke him up could wait until morning. Probably.
The soft green light he could see through his eyelids proved him wrong.
"You know, the whole point of this was so that one of us could sleep in," he said before blinking the sleep out of his eyes and taking in the room.
Phantom floated at the foot of his bed, face twisted into a grimace. His arm hung limply from his side at an off angle that Fenton knew from experience hurt like hell. "I am sorry," Phantom said, softer than he ever spoke in public. "But I-"
"You needed me," Fenton finished. He kicked the blanket off and stood, making his way over to where Phantom was. Fenton hissed when he saw just how bad the injury was. It wasn't the worst one they'd ever had, but it definitely wasn't pretty. "Who did this one?" he asked.
"Skulker. The clever conniving creep got a lucky hit in."
"That is so uncool," Fenton said. "Anywhere else you need to run off to tonight?"
Phantom shook his head. "Skulker's mess is cleaned up. Amity Park should be safe. For now."
Fenton grabbed Phantom's elbow, tracing down gently to his hand and threading it through his fingers. "Then we're in no rush to get you back out there." He brought their entwined hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently.
"There is certainly a faster way to do this," Phantom protested, but the chill of their fingers becoming one took away from any real argument he might've made.
"Not as fun though," Fenton said. He continued to kiss up Phantom's arm, as carefully and delicately as he could. Every place he kissed quickly stopped being Phantom's arm, becoming their arm instead.
It was an odd feeling. Before the split, there hadn't ever been a distinction between the two. The joining now was different. Fenton could feel the faint pain from where the ectoplasmic construct that resembled a bone had broken, could feel the even fainter sensation of the jumpsuit against his skin beneath that, but it wasn't like he was the one feeling it.
Phantom was more complicated than most ghosts were. Most ghosts didn't bother with bones or veins or muscles or nerves. Some couldn't even be bothered with skin. After all, they didn't need those things to function, and the effort it took to maintain those things was more trouble than it was worth. Phantom did it naturally, a perfect copy of a human body, the body of the Danny that had entered the portal for the first time.
Fenton placed a kiss on Phantom's shoulder, lips coming back sticky with ectoplasm. The imitation was still more trouble than it was worth, most of the time. The bones still worked, and could still break, and could still hurt. It did give Phantom a unique advantage though.
Most ghosts, when they were hurt, needed time to stitch themselves back together. Phantom could do that too, in the same amount of time a ghost needed. But when he was given something to take from, a perfect copy of what his body should be? It could take barely any time at all.
Fenton kissed Phantom's neck, slowly making his way up towards his jaw, then across his cheek. He didn't think they'd be rushing this one.
When he finally reached Phantom's lips, the kiss was beyond awkward. They shared an arm, and part of their torso, but that didn't stop them from kissing until Fenton had nothing left to kiss. He opened his eyes to his once again dark bedroom, where he stood alone. He could feel Phantom's mind at the edges of his own, a mixture of annoyance and joy and contentment, the remnants of pain disappearing already.
Fenton stretched, reacquainting himself with his limbs, before sitting himself down at his desk and turning on his computer. It may have been the middle of the night, but he was already awake. No point in wasting their time together.
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pitch-pearl-void · 5 months
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the obligatory pitch pearl /romantic 😊
"You can get under the blankets too, you know," Fenton said, holding up the corner of said blanket. 
Phantom hesitated on his side of the bed. "I don't get cold, so why would I?"
Fenton rolled his eyes and scooched an inch closer to Phantom. "So that we can cuddle?"
"But I'd just make the blanket cold, and that would defeat the purpose of the blanket."
"Fine, if you're that hung up on the blanket," Fenton said, before removing the blanket from himself and tossing it to the head of his bed in a messy ball. "It's gone. Now, come cuddle with me or I'm kicking you off of my bed and you can find some other way to watch the NASA live stream." Phantom smiled and moved closer, until he was pressed against Fenton's side. Fenton wrapped one arm around Phantom's shoulder's, resting his hand on the bed to Phantom's side. "There, now isn't that better?"
"Yes," Phantom said. He rested his head on Fenton's hand. "Much better." There was a few moments of near silence, the only sound the soft set up music of the live stream coming from Fenton's laptop. "Sometimes I forget how much I miss this."
"This being?" Fenton asked.
"Physical contact. The warmth of another human," Phantom said. "Or I suppose just a human, now. You know how its been."
Fenton's tone was soft. "Yea, I do. And like I said before, I will give you as many hugs and cuddles as you want." Fenton pulled him closer, until they were as close to each other as they could be these days. "As long as you aren't a self sacrificing jerk who refuses to let me."
They both laughed, and settled down to watch the live stream.
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pitch-pearl-void · 6 months
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✨Kissathon 6/17✨
In Over My Head (with you) by @hannahmanderr
KISSATHON IS BACK IN ACTION this is my first time drawing pitch pearl and it was harder than i assumed hdsfgihfdsu ANYWAY THE FIC IS SUPER CUTE AND YOU SHOULD READ IT RN.
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pitch-pearl-void · 6 months
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Danny has been waiting for Phantom to let him go into the Ghost Zone for months, but has been met with "It's too dangerous!" at every turn. At long last, he's gotten Phantom to agree to be his tour guide. (Phantom kinda sucks at being a tour guide.)
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Totally didn't forget to cross post those two. ANYWAY this is Shiptember Day 3, Reckless x Protective. Is this one going to get more added later? Maybe! I want to! But there are other things to write. Aka more, different pitch pearl.
"You have an oxygen mask with an ecto filter?" 
"Yup."
"And you have an ecto ray in case we get into a fight?"
"Right here."
"And you have your jumpsuit?"
"Phantom, you can see me wearing it," Phantom stopped pacing to look at Danny, who was sitting on his father's desk, arms crossed. 
"Oh, right," Phantom said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm just-"
Danny cut him off. "Nervous? You don't have to be, I'll be fine. It's not like I don't know anything about ghosts."
"I know that," Phantom said. "But its different when the ghosts are out here. It's like studying sharks in captivity, and then jumping straight into the ocean to swim with them."
"Yea, well, that's why I have you isn't it? To make sure that none of the sharks eat me." Danny hopped to his feet, grabbing onto Phantom's hands and pulling him to the portal. "Now come on, I've been waiting for this for ages!"
Phantom let Danny drag him along, but didn't stop talking. "You might need more than just me to keep you safe though! What if there's some kind of mind control bug that only affects humans? Or what if we get too close to Walker's prison and he arrests you? What if-"
Phantom was cut off by Danny's lips pressed to his own. "You need to stop worrying so much," he said, pulling away with a smile. "We've both been preparing for this trip for months. You can deny it as much as you want, but I've seen the map you've been working on. Everything going to go just fine, ok?"
Phantom blushed green. He had thought he'd kept his fruitless endeavor to map a path to take Danny on a secret, but apparently he hadn't. He could try to deny it, but there was no point. Danny always knew when he was lying. "Just, promise me you'll stay by my side?"
"Of course, there's no where else I want to be." Danny's tone was somewhere between teasing and sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and yanked on Phantom's arm more determinedly. "Now hurry up! I want to see the Ghost Zone!" 
The cold, tingly sensation of the Fenton portal had long since grown familiar to Phantom, but the warmth held firmly in his hand shed a new light on the entire experience. In many ways it felt wrong; the portal represented the border between warmth and cold, between life and death: having something so clearly, undeniably living as Danny's heartbeat. On the other hand, nothing had ever felt as right to Phantom as Danny's hand in his own, and not even the otherworldly sensation could change that.
Phantom knew that they had exited the portal by the tightening of Danny's hand in his own and the gasp he let out, distorted in the ectoplasm rich air. The tight grasp he'd kept on Phantom's hand fell loose as he spun in the low gravity area, taking in the sights of the ghost zone. Phantom let him go.
"Oh wow..." Danny said. "It's so..!"
When Phantom realized that Danny wasn't going to finish the sentence, he tried to finish it. "Green? Floaty? Covered in big ugly rocks?" Danny slapped Phantom in the arm without looking away from his surroundings.
"I was going to say incredible. Oh my god, is that-" Danny cut himself off, dashing forward into the distance, chasing after who knows what with surprising speed.
"Danny, wait, you promised!" Phantom said, rushing after him. If Phantom had been less prepared or less experienced, he might not have caught up to Danny at all. But Phantom had plenty of experience navigating the ghost zone, and arguably even more dealing with Danny. He had made Danny promise to stay close, but Phantom hadn't actually expected him to keep it. It wasn't that Danny meant to break it. He was just far too curious for his own good. 
Phantom caught up to Danny after a few seconds, almost entirely because Danny had stopped at what he had been distracted by. It was a rock covered in a type of moss that grew almost like seaweed, swaying in the fictional breeze it decided it was affected by. With every twist and turn it shifted into different colors, sometimes a soft transition into its new color and sometimes so abrupt that it shifted in the blink of an eye. 
Danny hovered, crouching in the air to stare at the color-shifting plant. "What's this called?"
"I have absolutely no idea," Phantom said. "I'm not exactly an expert on the zone, you know." 
"Does that mean I get to name it?" Danny asked, glancing over at Phantom. 
"I mean, it probably does have a name. I just don't know it."
"How does it change colors like that? Is that normal for ghost plants? Why is it moving like this? Would it be able to grow underwater? Does it grow at all? Is it the ghost of a plant or is it just a ghost plant?" 
Phantom shrugged, smiling wide at Danny. "You'll just have to find out. You did say you were going to take samples back, after all."
Danny facepalmed. "I completely forgot about that! Can you grab the vials out of my bag? They should be on the inner pocket."
"Of course." Phantom floated behind Danny, opening the backpack and pulling out plastic vials. He grabbed the pen and labels while he was in there. "Here you go."
"Thanks so much," Danny said, taking them without looking. He wasn't expecting the label and pen and dropped them right into Phantom's other hand, poised right under Danny's. He grinned sheepishly at Phantom. "You know me so well."
Phantom leaned down and kissed Danny's cheek. "I know. Now, get to your science stuff."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Danny said, getting to work.
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It took Danny about an hour to gather the samples he wanted, asking questions Phantom didn't know the answer to the whole time. Phantom didn't mind; he wouldn't be dating Danny if he didn't find his curiosity endearing. Honestly, Phantom had expected to be there longer, and had been floating on his back almost directly above Danny's head, keeping a careful eye on the horizon when Danny straightened directly into him.
Phantom spun to the side. "You can't give a ghost a warning?"
Danny laughed. "Oops. Do you want me to kiss it better?" Danny wiggled his eyebrows at Phantom, and he laughed.
"Maybe when we get back," Phantom said. "Unless you want to cut the trip short?"
"No sir, please continue with the tour," Danny said with a mock salute. 
"It isn't much of a tour when you run off immediately," Phantom teased.
"Ok, then please start the tour," Danny said, taking Phantom's hand. 
"Fine, fine," Phantom said. "Have you been taking lessons from Sam in being bossy?"
Danny laughed. "If she hears you saying that, she'll kill you again. You'll be a double ghost."
"That doesn't sound all that bad," Phantom joked. "Maybe you'd be more interested in me if I was something for you to study like that."
"I'd be more interested with you if you actually started the tour instead of just standing here talking!" Danny said.
"Well, this area is one we call the Barrens, for pretty self explanatory reasons," Phantom started, dragging Danny along behind him. "There isn't much out here, and there was even less before your parents built the portal. Almost all of the lairs you see were either moved here after, or were formed by...something."
"Something?" Danny asked. 
Phantom shrugged. "I did warn you that I'm not an expert."
"I've noticed."
"So, the Barrens. It's not the most exciting area, but it is really big, so we won't be leaving it today."
"I thought you said there isn't anything out here?" Danny asked.
"I said there isn't much of anything," Phantom corrected. "There's a difference. And besides, my 'there's nothing out here' is very different from your 'there's nothing out here.' Case in point, the jars of ghost plant in your backpack."
"You raise a good point," Danny said. "I think that ones on you, though. I mean, who wouldn't be distracted by- holy shit Phantom look over there!" Danny started to float off towards a collection of rocks all spinning in sync. "Come on, we have to check it out."
"Why don't you go ahead and prove my point harder, huh?" Phantom said. He allowed himself to be dragged for a little while before going stiff, holding Danny back. "We can't go over there."
Danny did not stop pulling. "Why not?" he whined.
"Because that is something that I know about, and it isn't safe," Phantom said. He yanked Danny back to his side, wrapping his arm around Danny's waist, and guiding him away.
Danny pouted. "Is this a not safe like going into the Ghost Zone at all is not safe, or a not safe like helping you fight Technus, or not safe like-"
Phantom cut him off. "Not safe like you may never leave it again."
Danny narrowed his eyes, staring into Phantom's, unblinking. Phantom held the gaze right back. "Ok fine, I believe you. But can you at least tell me why it's so dangerous?"
"You know black holes?"
Danny scoffed. "Of course I know black holes."
"It's kind of like that, but with ectoplasm and in a much smaller area."
"Does it just work on ectoplasm, or does it affect everything else too?" Danny asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder at the rotating rocks.
"I don't know, and I'm not letting you figure it out," Phantom said. "Even if I have to keep you on a leash to stop you."
"Kinky."
"You could at the very least turn to look at me when you say things like that," Phantom said, blushing.
Danny turned his head from the rocks to look at Phantom. "Kinky," he repeated.
"You're a jerk," Phantom said, looking away.
"But you love me!"
"I do," Phantom said. "Clearly, that means something is wrong with me."
"No, it just means my secret mind control lessons with Ember have been paying off."
Phantom turned his head back to Danny fast enough that if he actually had bones he would have hurt himself. "You have not." Danny smiled back instead of answering, expression a picture of innocence. "I can't tell if you're pulling my tail of not. If I find out that you've actually been trying to learn mind control from Ember I am going to leave her in the thermos for a week, and then figure out how to make a thermos for humans and leave you in there."
"You'll never be able to prove it," Danny said in a singsong tone.
"And your parents say I'm the evil one," Phantom said, shaking his head and fighting the smile that threatened to cross his face.
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pitch-pearl-void · 6 months
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OMG. IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING, GUYS. @dreamwraith just posted the second chapter of BS!
What is BS, you ask? It's bullsh---Ballroom Scandal, of course!
Dream's amazing new Invisobang fic that I got to work on as an artist and unofficial beta!
It's a Pitch Pearl set in late 17th century in which a human Danny attends a ball meant to present freshly-crowned King Phantom with a bride.
@foxyteah, Dream and I turned into absolutely feral chaos gremlins over BS. It took a new discord server just to hold in all the worldbuilding, references and jokes threatening to burst from our heads at any one moment. Absolutely 100% recommend the read.
All my artwork is from chapter 3 because I adored the scenes with the stables. Not only did I get to make a spoopy horse, but the wood is purple and the grass is blue! Talk about a fun palette! This specific piece even let me do a night sky! I couldn't decide how abstract I wanted to go with "Fenton explains space," though, so you get two versions!
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pitch-pearl-void · 6 months
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For @dreamwraith's Invisobang story: Ballroom Scandal.
This scene from chapter 2 really spoke to me because it had such good shitposting meme vibes. LOL. Basically, this is what really happened. Not what the scene said happened. I spent a long time on this and I am hella proud because I actually can't find anything wrong with it. I'm OCD and I love every part. That is insanely rare.
This was my first time doing the event and I am so glad I did! The DreamTeamTM was freaking sweet and ran like a well oiled train wreck! It was fantastic! @foxyteah, DreamTrance and I went DEEP DIVING with the lore and background details so you should absolutely check out the story!
It's a Pitch Pearl set in late 17th century in which a human Danny attends a ball meant to present freshly-crowned King Phantom with a bride.
Since it's written by DreamTrance, you can bet your ass it's good. They are the only Pitch Pearl writer I will read, if that tells you anything. The character interaction. Plot development. Showing over telling. Vivid descriptions. TOP TIER PUNS. They do it all.
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pitch-pearl-void · 6 months
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Chapters: 2/10
Chapter Summary: Phantom explains who the Nameless are to his visiting suitor. The young man may be focused on the horse's plight for now, but he has traveled across the ghost realm to woo Phantom just like all the others. Surely, this foreigner knows exactly what he's doing. Surly.
Excerpt:
Phantom cleared his throat. “Are you familiar with the legends that suggest ghosts form from your world’s fallen?”
The living boy looked up. The horse’s nuzzling had pulled his hair loose from its strict ponytail, and it now fell messily over his forehead. Phantom tried not to notice how the loose, dark strands made the brightness of his blue eyes appear more prominent.
“Of course,” the foreigner replied. “Ghosts are a big part of our beliefs." Those eyes glanced Phantom's way for a second before he continued, "We were under the impression, however, that you folks were remnants of human souls, unable to pass on to Heaven or to some other beyond. Not…” He gestured around them, encompassing the courtyard, the dancing wisps, and Phantom’s kingdom as a whole. “Not a civilization apart from us.”
“Some are those who died in your world,” Phantom confirmed. One of the pink wisps fluttered down from the leaves to sample his aura. Wide blue eyes watched the small orb, but Phantom tried to pay it no mind; it would just encourage the playful things. “They remember life on the other side, often to their detriment as they are unable to escape the raw emotions of their death. Others formed naturally or were created by two or more ghosts producing children. We don’t have pre-existing memories. This is our first and only life. The Nameless fall somewhere between these two beginnings.”
The boy pointed at the animated fire swirling around Phantom’s horn. “Like the wisps? Are they… baby ghosts?”
Phantom fought down a laugh. “We would be overrun by infants if they were. No, they’re more like… well, I’m not sure what the living equivalent would be. They are like plants, except they move on their own and seem to enjoy coexistence with us.”
The human held his finger out to the wisp and tried to call it to him by making an odd psp psp psp noise. What that was supposed to accomplish, Phantom had no idea. The pink wisp kept dancing around Phantom’s horn, but another, more violet-tinted wisp floated down from the leaves to investigate. Its aura brushed fair skin, and a goofy, guileless smile spread upon the foreigner’s lips.
Phantom stared. His mouth parted, but the words he wanted to say wouldn’t manifest on his tongue. How could one of the living be this charmed by Phantom’s world when so many of his kind ran screaming from it?
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phantom everlasting
SUMMARY:
Danny Fenton is stuck. At home, in the heat, in life. He wants to move. He wants change. He wants more. Phantom is stuck. In life, in death, in a realm he doesn’t belong in. He wants to explore. He wants to go home. He wants more. August hangs motionless in the air, hot and oppressive. A balmy haze hangs beneath heavy, ever-present clouds. Lightning teases the nightーan illusionーbut the rain never falls. It is here, in the dead of August when nothing dares move more than necessary, that our story begins.
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There are only a few days within a year where the entire world holds its breath, waiting for the wheel of time to continue turning. 
Christmas Eve, as the clock ticks over into the joyous Christmas Day.
New Years' Eve, as the world awaits the new year that will surely bring nothing but wealth and luck and joy.
And the middle of August, as everyone waves their fans and pulls at their shirt collars, waiting for the last summer rain that will bring with it the cooling rush of fall.
The middle of August hangs in the air, motionless and hot. A balmy haze hangs beneath the ever present, thick white clouds that threaten rain but never deliver. Nothing moves or makes noise, the heat too oppressive to even consider thinking too loudly. The night taunts refreshing rain with lightning on the horizon, but it is only a result of the heat and nothing more.
It was here, in the dead of August when nothing dared move more than absolutely necessary, that three things happened with no connection anyone—save one—could see.
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Here's is my second Invisobang entry for the fic "Ballroom Scandal"! Written by the lovely @dreamwraith, a medieval AU fic, of course Pitch Pearl! And like I already mentioned SO GOOD, I usually don't like medieval AUs but I'm obsessed with this one
This is a scene from the first chapter, I had barely even started reading and I was already obsessed with the image of Dora with blue flowers in her hair, the descriptions are so well done
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As a funny note, for a while there we were trying to coordinate the visuals of this scene and how the window seat looked, originally the seat was supposed to be right under the window and Phantom leaning backwards to look out, but talking to Dora at the same time... which birthed this image xD
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What's up, here's another Invisobang entry for my 2nd chosen fic (yes, I went hard and chose 2 fics for my first time)! This one is for the lovely @dreamwraith's brand new medieval au fic "Ballroom Scandal", of course for Pitch Pearl woooo! And it is GLORIOUS, I usually don't like medieval AUs but I'm obsessed with this one
This is the cover pic, check out the story on ao3 here!
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Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Phantom/Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom - Character, Dorathea "Dora" (Danny Phantom), Fright Knight, Vlad Masters, Vlad Plasmius Additional Tags: Pitch Pearl, Royalty AU, Ghost Zone world building, 18th Century, Homophobia, ghost king Phantom, Gay Danny Fenton, Separate Fenton And Phantom, separate Masters and Plasmius, Uncle Vlad - Freeform, Striking Fear, attempted regicide, Arranged Marriage, Ballroom Dancing, political scheming, implied Sam/Valerie, past Danny/Valerie, possible Jazz/Tucker, asexual Jazz Fenton, the skeleton ghosts in Reign Storm have a backstory, full ghost Phantom Series: Part 1 of Royalty AU Summary:
Realms collide in the early 18th century thanks to Jack and Maddie's summoning muck-up. The recently crowned Ghost King acts fast, but Vlad, ruler of a human kingdom, acts faster.
A treaty to bind the two kingdoms is offered. Phantom has yet to secure his reign, but his council is pressuring him to act. He must play their game and choose a mortal to wed or lose control over his subjects.
A formal ball sets the stage where nothing is as it seems, politics lurk in the shadows, and Phantom must find the one human who can survive a bonding marriage to the Ghost King.
Enter Danny Fenton.
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Screw it, I'm throwing another Pitch Pearl in here OH but what if it's specifically Heroic Amusement 👀👀👀
"C'mon dude," Fenton whined. "Stop dragging your tail and let's go!"
"I am doing no such thing!" Phantom replied. "I am clearly floating."
"Figure of speech," Fenton said. "But you definitely are wasting time. You aren't trying to go back on our deal, are you?"
"I would never!" Phantom protested. "Let it be known that Danny Phantom is a deal-honoring do-gooder!"
"Yea, yea, so stop wasting time and hurry up!" Fenton grabbed a hold of Phantom's hand and started to drag him out of the house. 
"I simply don't understand why its so important to you that we go to this fair," Phantom grumbled, floating down to the ground to follow after Fenton on foot. 
"Because its been like, two months since you did anything fun, dude!" Fenton said. "You can't be all hero all the time."
"I believe I can," Phantom argued. "Or I would be able to if you didn't insist on dragging me to this fool's errand of a festival."
"Well, maybe I missed you," Fenton said without looking back. "Did you ever think of that?"
Phantom blushed green. He pulled the red hoodie he'd been forced to wear by Fenton tighter around his face. "You can't just say things like that," he said finally. 
"Yes, I can," Fenton replied, voice sing-song with his teasing. "What, can't handle hearing that I like spending time with you? Is that what's going to fell the great Danny Phantom?"
"No!" Phantom said. "Of course not. I just need a warning to prepare myself."
"Count this as your warning," Fenton said. "I will not hold back from enjoying our date, and I will be sure to talk about it. A lot."
"Hey, wait! You didn't say this was a date!"
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