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molabuddy · 1 year
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new batteries ... roy?
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cherrygothnightmare · 6 months
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Johann Mongels Culverhouse, Woman at a Mirror, 1849
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starry-bi-sky · 4 months
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Ugh im writing this on mobile but i’ve been thinking about it nonstop for an hour and I’m just- mmmmm thinking about Clone Danny and his wardrobe choice as Phantom. Cuz like, he doesn’t have any powers, right? He has no built-in secret identity and suit that he can change into in a flash of blinding circular light. If a ghost shows up he’s just got what he’s got on, and whatever he has in his bag.
And I’m just. I have a lot of thoughts about him and his canon self, thoughts that i dont think i can all fit on my phone and im. Thinking about the dichotomy between him and his canon counterpart. From an in-universe perspective, the halfa Danny Phantom looks remarkably human-like. Especially compared to the ghosts he fights, all of whom are unnatural colors, shapes, and sizes. From flaming hair to glowing eyes and pointed claws, there’s nothing about them that doesn’t scream “ghost!” “Inhuman!” “Unnatural!”
And then you look at Danny Phantom, the ghost boy fighting them. And he just… looks like a glowing human boy. The only unnatural thing about him is his white hair and green eyes - and green eyes is a natural human color. Maybe not the shade it’s in, but it occurs in human genetics. He’s about as close to human as he can get.
Think about that from an in-universe perspective, and then think about it with the idea that ghosts take pride in their ‘ghostly’ look. They pride themselves on looking scary; unnatural; inhuman. It’s a showcase of being unique, of their own individuality, of their interests and wants. Looking ‘scary’ is part of ghost culture, and if not scary, then unique and ‘inhuman’. They don’t want to fit in, they want to stand out.
And you look at Danny Phantom, as his canon self without any of the fanon customizations, and he’s none of that. He’s about as human-looking as a ghost can get. He’s got human-like skin, hell he’s even tanner than he is as a human! His hair is normal, his eyes are green but normal, his hands? Soft and round, not a claw in sight, and his teeth are blunt and ears are round.
His suit is all black, it doesn’t even tell you anything about him other than he probably died in a lab accident, and he looks like he’s straight out of a b-rate comic book. There’s no story to tell about him, he’s a book with the pages all blacked out in ink.
His name, if you take it as him only calling himself “Phantom” isn’t even all that unique. It’s a generic ghost term that you can find by googling ‘ghost’ and looking at its synonyms.
And then look at his behavior: yeah he fights ghosts, and fighting is all about ghost behavior. Its one of their social activities- but its clear from Phantom that he’s not being social. He’s being aggressive, he’s doing it for the sake of the living (which while fair, doesn’t make him look good in the context of everything else). Then he comes into the ghost zone, he doesn’t do much to integrate himself into the culture, and yeah he makes allies but it still doesn’t feel enough. He’s not participating in anything, he’s alienating himself.
All in all, Phantom looks like a ghost trying to pretend he’s human, that he’s still alive. And for a ghost culture that prides itself on not being alive? It’s insulting.
And then let’s circle back around to that human thing, but from a different angle. Probably one that’s more mindset than outside looking in. But Danny’s alienated by the rest of the town for ages despite helping them. And while him looking human likely has to do with his own mindset of viewing himself as “living, but with ghost powers” and thus reflects back as a ghost, it also makes it look like he’s trying to fit in with the humans.
“I am not a ghost” he says, with his human skin and blunt teeth. “I am human like you, see? See? I look like you.”
He’s making himself look approachable, friendly. ‘You can trust me, I’m not a ghost. I’m not like them. I’m not scary. I look just like you. I’m different.’ He looks about as harmless as a human child could be. He’s trying to be relatable. And in turn he’s giving his fellow ghosts a cold shoulder - i’m not like you, i’m better. I’m different. I’m not ghost. I may be dead, but I’m no ghost.
Danny is trying to tie his ghost self in with the living as much as possible - he wants them to think he’s almost human. The same way he wants to think that himself. He’s distancing himself from his ghost half and the ghostly qualities the others have. Whether intentional or not, he’s doing it.
He shows his face and goes ‘see? See? I’m just like you.’
And then lets look at clone Danny, mister not-a-halfa. Who doesn’t have his canon offensive capabilities, who only has his ghost sense and the ability to hit ghosts without gear, his scary eyes and pointed ears, and the ability to see weaker ghosts not visible to the mortal eye.
He has no ghost form, no powers. And yet the first time he goes out as Phantom, he wears a mask that looks like a skull. Instead of distancing himself from ghosts, he’s distancing himself from humans. And at first it stems from the need to be unrecognizable, the last thing he wants is for his parents to find out that he’s ghost hunting. To do that, he needs to hide his face. That’s the first step.
The next step is to act in such a way that people couldn’t possibly tie him back to Danny Fenton. He’s not distancing himself from ghosts, he’s distancing himself from humans. To do that, he acts inhuman. He wears his mask and wears baggy, shapeless clothes - his hoodie and his pants - and he learns how to act unsettling. His eyes glow green, unnatural and shining through his sunken-in, skull-like mask. But it’s not enough on its own. He must do more.
He wants to be the thing someone sees at night and turns the other way. See me and run, he says, crouched on all fours and crawling across a beam like a monster you see in a movie. Twisting his body in unnatural, fluid ways, like he’s not quite sure how having only four limbs work.
Run. He says, dead green eyes glowing through his mask, piercing through black night from the rooftop. I am wild thing. Come no closer, look no closer. I am not like you. I am not your friend. I bite. Run.
You cannot see my face. This is my face, I am not alive. I am not like you. I am an animal about to pounce.
He doesn’t want people to think he’s human, he doesn’t want them to think he’s anywhere close to it. Anything to prevent his parents from figuring out its him.
And the thing is, he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to appear ghost-like or inhuman to keep his identity safe, wearing a mask and wearing unidentifiable clothes is enough. But he’s choosing to act ghost-like; unsettling; scary.
And in doing so, he unintentionally participates in ghost culture. And while his clothes are not anything unique, or outstanding, his mask is. His clothes don’t tell anything about him, but that’s okay.
Imagine meeting this boy from a ghost perspective. This annoying, fleshy human boy who jumps into fights to stop you and catch you. You’ve heard stories of human ghost hunters, you know there are hunters on the other side. You have heard the horror stories, you have seen the scars.
And then this boy catches you. This human, fleshy boy who yells quips at you, who puns and insults you, who wears an unsettling mask and acts ghosty. He catches you, and you think you will be the next one on the chopping board.
And then you end up in the ghost zone, untouched. Unharmed. And you tell someone about it. You were caught and released by a human child who feels touched by death. And then you hear that the ones who’d been caught were freed by a fleshy human boy who was touched by death, and a boy who they call “Phantom”.
And, isn’t that the name of the child you fought?
And he talks to you, but then he’s in the daytime. There are living around. He doesn’t speak to them - he ignores them outright. He keeps his distance, he stays away. If he talks, it’s with his hands. They will not hear his voice.
I may be alive but I am no human.
And its just — ????? So good to think about. I’ll reblog later with more thoughts when I have my laptop, but god i just needed to get that out there.
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onerichanchan · 1 year
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whaaaaaaaaaaa t
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mariaseelie · 10 months
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I forgot to post it here !! Catradora cuddles suggested by @shjack180 and some creepy looking plushies in the background that were supposed to be a tribute
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onacot · 10 months
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Once again I went through lurking for love and noticed it…
🫣🫣🫣
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jackattack90909 · 7 months
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Night Stalker
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blackmetalstar · 14 days
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hello i absolutely ATE in this pic
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meirimerens · 2 months
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bruh the creep i had to romantically reject three times (four if you count her "lovesick ramblings" [direct quote]) in the span of not even a year and who called me a "jerk" and "insecure" for not wanting to long-distance e-date her unwarranted-evadaniil-porn-sending ass followed me after a year of no contact on the instagram i don't update, haven't posted on in a year, don't share any followers/following with her on, & that i only mentioned on this blog Once over 2 years ago. on Valentine's Day Eve out of all days. what in the maidenless behavior is this.
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thecryptidwizard · 2 months
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Cosmic Vanquish- Close Up 👁️👁️‍📸
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the-heart-of-leo · 19 days
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Sooo.... I heard there was a discord for Shassie shippers...
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I have received the goods. Message me for invites
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quins-whump-stuff · 7 months
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Embroidery
CW: Noncon body mods, restraints, mouth whump, creepy whumper
"You'll be better," Whumper said softly as they strapped Whumpee down. Whumpee could barely struggle, limbs heavy with exhaustion, but they still tried. "You'll look prettier and be so much quieter."
Whumpee's ankles and wrists were strapped firmly to the table with soft but tight leather. They knew that their fighting and pleas were worse than useless now, but they couldn't help it. "Nonononono! Please! Don't do this! I can be quiet! I'll be quiet. Don't, please, I promise I-"
"If that were true, you'd be quiet right now," Whumper said quietly, as though they were disappointed. It didn't matter. Whumpee couldn't help but beg for mercy, even as their cries cemented their fate all the more.
Whumper was still securing Whumpee in place. Metal clamped around their ears and pulled painfully. More straps tightened against their throat and forehead. By the time Whumper stepped away, Whumpee couldn't so much as turn their head.
A few moments later, a sharp, bright light flicked on, and Whumper began holding different spools of thread to Whumpee's face. No, not thread, wire. Wire almost as fine as a human hair, made of gold and silver and coppery materials. Eventually, Whumper chose a soft rose gold colored wire.
Then the terrible work began. Whumper started at the outer corner of Whumpee's eyebrow, painstakingly embroidering a single stitch at a time. Despite the small size of the needle, the pain was immense. Every few stitches, Whumper would pause to wipe away the blood with a cold, damp cloth that stung almost as much as the needle.
"Don't furrow your brow like that," Whumper said, mildly displeased, "you'll rip the stitches back out and I'll have to start all over." They didn't say it like a threat.
Whumpee was still begging for it to stop, but Whumper ignored their pleas entirely. Eventually Whumpee gave up on words, but couldn't be quiet through the pain. When Whumper reached the end of the opposite eyebrow, Whumpee could barely think. "That was the easiest part," Whumper tutted.
Whumpee felt a slight but excruciating tug at their brow as Whumper tied the wire off. Whumpee's respite was brief. If they had thought their suffering thus far was bad, they had no words for what came next.
Unlike their eyebrows, Whumper went all the way through for the lips. The needle poked through their lip, and Whumpee couldn't help but scream in agony, which tore at the hole that had just been made. The needle would tear against their lip and scrape against their teeth. Then the wire was dragged all the way through, and Whumpee pushed the needle through the other lip. Then came the stinging cloth to wipe away the blood, and it started all over again. Over and over and over, until Whumpee could no longer open their mouth at all, their screams muffled by their own flesh.
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horygory · 11 days
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When Evil Lurks (2023)
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bloodstainedbarn · 1 year
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hes just SO CUTE
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nullroid · 6 months
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Inktober 5: Lurk
A vamp waiting for his friend to finish work to see him safely home 😌
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weatherwaxironboots · 5 months
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Are you feeling obsessive about someone you met once and are now creeping yourself out?
Well this is a playlist for you
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