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ajitated · 2 years

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DannyMay 2021 Compilation

All the fic I wrote for DannyMay '21! ✨ (link to entire ao3 series)

Linked in order, with the day, most relevant tags, and a brief summary of each.

(Originally spread across 5 posts, posted from: 9-13 June 2021)

Day 1: Memory — Blank Spaces — Dark Ages, Memory Loss, Angst

He doesn't remember who he used to be, but he has snippets of who he'll become and that will have to be enough. Surely the future has to be better then whatever past led him to here: injured and chained and with a man he's quite certain contributed to his injuries as his only companion. The only thing he knows for sure, is that he won't cooperate -- he'll ensure all his captor's efforts are wasted, they won't control him even if he doesn't know why he initially refused.

Day 2: Home — Where the Heart Is — Dark Ages, Domestic Fluff, Sleep

Sometimes, home is your stubborn lover that never goes to sleep on time.

Day 3: Portal — Masters Portal — Lost Time, excerpt from my Invisobang fic (Danny grows up in GZ au)

There's a blocked off portal in the Zone, and Danny finally decides to visit it.

Day 4: Stars — The Brightest Burns — Dark Ages, Human au, Rockstar au, Angst

Pariah has been Cassius's manager since before they became Clockwork and has been in love with them just as long, but nothing will ever come of it. They burn too brightly to stick with something long enough to make it last.

Day 5: Doorway — More Than Bargained For — Outside Perspective, Corpse au

Officer Roald is not having a good day. Instead of chilling and writing traffic tickets like usual, he's out searching for the town's ghostly vigilante. At least he has Kite, the force's dog, to keep him company.

Day 6: Core — Second Chances — Dark Ages, Royal Family, Obsessions

Pariah doesn't know what his purpose is meant to be, now that he's gotten a second chance — but he knows what he'll make it.

Day 7: Illusion — Never to Be — Dark Ages, Time, Angst

The worst illusions are the ones you know to be real.

Day 8: Gravity — Stargazing — Royal Family, Constellations, Light Angst, Moving On

Sometimes, the most important part of something isn't the view itself, but the ones you're seeing it with -- and the night sky is even more special, when Danny knows he won't see it again for some time.

Day 9: — Candlelight — Dark Ages, Royal Family, Danny meddling, Romcom themes

Clockwork is avoiding Pariah. Danny decides to do something about it.

Day 10: Shadow — One Another — Lost Time, Slight Horror, Eldritch, Ghosts aren't ghosts

The Zone holds more than just ghosts, and Clockwork can't wait to see what Danny will become.

Day 11: Midnight — Past, Present, Future — Lost Time, Midnight, Time

Humans cannot affect time in the ways they hope to, and even if someone was to succeed one day… they would no longer be human by the end of it.

Day 12: Scars — You, Yours — Dark Ages, Scars, Possessive Behavior

Pariah has many scars, while Clockwork has just one. It takes a lot to scar a ghost.

Day 13: Daydream — Of You — Dark Ages, Daydreaming, Kissing

Some dreams are better than reality.

Day 14: Neon — Ceiling Stars — Royal Family, Post-Identity Reveal, Jack and Maddie Suck, Hurt/Comfort

Sometimes, a blank slate isn't the start of something new: it's just blank... but even then, those that care about you can help make it a little less empty.

Day 15: Nature — Of Trees and Teas — Kitsune Danny au, Yokai au

Adjusting to life as a fox spirit isn't easy, but Danny's getting the hang of it. Now if only the closest thing he has to a mentor would actually answer his questions, instead of sending him out to do tasks with no explanation.

Day 16: Glow — Next To You — Dark Ages, Human au, Rockstar au, Angst

If you love someone, let them go.

Day 17: Freedom — Caged — Dark Ages, Kissing, Implied Sexual Content

Pariah stares at Clockwork's blush and knows exactly what it means.

Day 18: Frozen — On Ice — Royal Family, Fluff, Pariah's a dumbass rip

Famous last words: “Boy, I’m a fire-core. There is very little chance of you freezing me.”

Day 19: Wings — Feathers and Freedoms — Dark Ages, implied Royal Family, Wing au, Hurt/Comfort

Everyone has wings, ghosts included. A ghost's wings are connected directly to their core, and can tell you a lot about the ghost. Pariah isn't very happy with how Clockwork has been treating their own wings.

Day 26: Luck — Luck, or the Lack Thereof — Dark!Danny, Captivity, Hurt no Comfort, Arena/Coliseum au

When they first caught him, he tried keeping track of time. When that failed, he kept track of fights. After the hundredth fight, he stopped caring. Phantom doesn't know how long he's been held here and forced to fight, but he knows exactly what he's going to do when he gets out. If they're lucky, they won't even have time to regret catching him.

Day 27: Rain — Rainy Days — Veggie Burger, Past Everlasting Trio, Heartbreak, Angst

Danny is happy for them — really, he is — he just... would have liked to be part of it, too. Would have liked for it to still be an "us" instead of a "them". 'Till death do us part' doesn't really work for him though, so he probably should've been prepared for this.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Loved Chapter 5

Sort of wanted to do something more elaborate with this, but it just wasn't happening. Meh.

“But you aren’t really real, are you?”

Tucker’s question killed the mood fast than a bullet. Danny and Sam stared at him from their side of the blanket nest.

“You want to rephrase that?” asked Sam, glaring, arms crossed.

“Uh,” said Tucker, sweat starting to form on his upper lip. “I mean, clearly you’re real, just… maybe not entirely physical? You, it’s,” he made a sort of twisting gesture with one of his hands. “People who aren’t from here can’t see you. They can’t even touch you. That sort of implies that you’re not on the same level of reality as them.” He shrugged. “You call the other place the Dream, right? Maybe you’re in, like, a kind of daydream or something.”

Danny twisted a corner of a blanket in his hands. “No,” he said.

“Danny,” started Tucker.

“No,” repeated Danny. “I can’t—” He noticed he was breathing heavily, his eyes unfocused enough that he could see—No. “Tucker, I don’t—I don’t think I even have free will anymore.” No matter how much he Loved Clockwork and craved Love in return, no matter how glad he was that the dark future would never come to pass, that grated at times. “I need—” He gulped air.

(Before, if he was this panicked, his heart would be thundering in his chest. Now, it was far too quiet.)

Sam put a hand on his back, steadying. Tucker reached out, too, but hesitated, unsure.

“I need to be real,” he said. He needed to still exist, still be human, at least in part. He couldn’t lose that, too. No matter what else he might gain.

“You are real,” said Tucker. “I’m sorry, I—” He cursed lightly under his breath, “—I wasn’t thinking. It’s just… Maybe something you should think about. Maybe—Maybe you aren’t coming completely out of… I don’t know. Wherever you go.”

“Maybe,” said Danny, struggling to get his breathing back under control. “Maybe. I just. Not right now.”

“Okay,” said Tucker. “Yeah. What were we talking about before?”

“Who cares?” asked Sam. “Let’s watch a movie.”

“That sounds good,” said Danny.

Danny woke up first the next morning, which was somewhat unusual. Sam was definitely a night-owl, but Tucker woke up fairly early. He stepped over them, feet silent on the floor. Almost as if they weren’t really there.

He shook his head. Not now.

He went to the bathroom and took care of things slowly, deliberately, as if to impress upon his body that he was human.

Sam and Tucker still weren’t awake when he came back. Also, when he thought about it, the rest of the house was eerily silent as well.

No… There was music. Was that coming from outside? He closed his eyes to listen better and caught himself drifting off while standing.

That was abnormal. He knelt and shook Sam and Tucker’s shoulders. They didn’t stir.

Someone was here. And they were here without Danny knowing. That was bad. That was really bad.

He went to his parents’ room. They were asleep, too.

There was a nonzero possibility that he was the only one awake. (Assuming he had ever been awake in the first place and not, as Tucker put it, daydreaming.)

He went out, following the music. Music suggested Ember, but this didn’t seem to be her style. She preferred motion, energy, vibrance. This was quieter, subtler.

Then again, none of the others made sense.

(At least, Danny liked to pretend they didn’t.)

The music wasn’t louder outside, but it was clearer. The scent of something sweet floated on the air. Something warm. Like honey.

Was something buzzing?

Danny shook his head again, forcing himself back into awareness. Maybe he should try and figure out what was going on from inside the Dream. It wasn’t possible to fall asleep there. At least, Danny never had.

(Assuming he wasn’t always partially in the Dream, like Tucker said.)

On the other hand, it often helped to observe what was going on in the real world, on the surface of things, before diving. As messy as fights could be in the real world, winning them in the Dream was harder.

He forged on, periodically pinching himself. He wasn’t the only one on the streets, but he was the only one on the streets that wasn’t passed out. It looked like there had been some car crashes.

That’s when he saw her.

She stood in the middle of an intersection, looking away from him. She was built like a centaur, except the lower part of her body more closely resembled a massive deer than a horse. An elk, perhaps. Both her deer-portion and her human-portion had night-black skin, studded with white stars. Antlers curved and branched above her curly hair. A crown of red flowers sat on her head. She wore no other clothes.

Danny did not notice any of this at first. No, what first jumped out at him was the unmistakable chain of Love binding him to her and vice versa.

He’d never met anyone like this, so—

She turned to face Danny. But she didn’t have a face. She had a mask. A well-made mask that had both eye-holes and a mouth with lips that seemed to curve. It was also covered with pulsing, swirling, hypnotic patterns. Black and white chased each other across the mask, not respecting the mask’s physical curves.

Danny could feel his mind start to go fuzzy. Felt the ground go soft under him as he sank into the Dream. A distant part of him wanted to look away, but the rest of him could only blink slowly, captivated.

“Come,” she said in a fascinating combination of an out-loud voice and a True Voice, tugging lightly on the chain that attached Danny to her.

Danny complied, trotting out into the intersection. When he was most of the way there, she turned away again.

“Follow,” she ordered.

Danny did, vaguely noting how rapidly the sidewalks and concrete buildings of Amity Park flowed into smoothly rolling hills covered in grass and flowers. The air grew heavier. Hotter. The perfume of the flowers combined with the buzzing of the bees and the gentle music served to make Danny even drowsier than before.

Still, he could hardly nod off in this situation, walking behind her, Love connecting them.

Sluggishly, belatedly, a name came to mind. “Nocturne,” he said. The name tasted like milk and honey, like chamomile tea, like sleep. She stopped and inclined her head slightly towards him. “You’re different from before.”

“We haven’t met,” she said. Then she turned more fully, the lips on her mask curving into a smile. “Has our parent been showing you Dreams of me? Perhaps I looked more like this.” She changed, her body warping before Danny’s eyes to become an impossibly tall man completely covered in starry black robes. Except, of course, for his mask and curved, ram-like horns. “This is as good a place as any, I suppose.”

Danny nodded, not quite sure what he was agreeing to, and looked around. Amity Park was nowhere in sight. The hills were a little lumpy, as if the grass and moss were growing over oddly shaped rocks.

“Let’s sit,” said Nocturn, lowering himself elegantly to the ground.

Danny followed, movements clumsy and blurred by sleep. He blinked, and found his hands occupied by a large mug. He looked up at Nocturne. Had he given this to Danny, or…?

Nocturne smiled. Danny looked away, not feeling like getting caught in the hypnotic swirls of his mask again. There was something off about those rocks under the grass. Something about their shape…

Then he saw it and inhaled sharply through his teeth.

Bodies. They were bodies. Still breathing, but…

He looked back at Nocturne. He’d known Nocturne was being too nice to him. He was new to being other, but not new to being a younger sibling. Older siblings only acted like this when they had set up everything in their favor. When they wanted something.

Even knowing this, he struggled to keep his eyes open. Could he fall asleep in the Dream?

“What are you doing to them?” he asked. “How do I wake them up.”

Nocturne hummed. “I have an idea. Play a game with me, sibling, and I’ll tell you.”

“What kind of game?”

“You ask me a question, and for every answer I give you, I get something from you.”

“Like, an answer from me,” said Danny, trying to clarify his position, “or something else?”

Nocturne’s smile showed teeth.

“If I play this game,” said Danny, “I have to be able to say when it ends.” He didn’t want to be dancing around conversational pitfalls every time he interacted with Nocturne, after all. They were siblings.

(And though Love was not trust, it was Love. And Love was undeniable.)

“Of course,” agreed Nocturne, easily.

“Alright, then,” said Danny. He adjusted his grip on the mug.

The grass was crawling. He blinked, hard, and shook his head, dislodging two bees that had landed on his ear.

“How do I wake them up?” he asked.

“You can’t,” said Nocturne.

Danny paused, waiting for Nocturne to take what he wanted.

“You have other questions.”

“Aren’t you going to take something from me, for the question?”

“Yes, I am.”

Danny pursed his lips, realizing he had just wasted a question.

“If I can’t wake them, who or what can?”

“I could. Or they could wake themselves.”

Danny mulled over what that could mean. He had no idea where to start with the second part, but the first…

“What would I have to do, to get you to wake them?”

“You—”

The chain around Danny’s neck went taut, pulling him through the fabric of the Dream at breakneck speeds. He was in Clockwork, his sibling behind him.

You must not bully your sibling, my dear. I have enough love for both of you. You do not need to be jealous.

Danny swayed. Now that so much of the tension between him and Nocturne was gone, he was no longer able to use it to support his wakefulness.

Drink your milk, little Love. You’ll be able to find your friends.

Danny nodded sleepily and tipped the mug back. He didn’t remember what happened after that.

“Hundreds of Amity Park citizens are still in comas as health officials race to find the cause of the mysterious event. Some say that gas leaks are to…”

Danny tuned out the TV and glared at his cereal. He knew he had fallen asleep in the Dream and had done something, but the memory was beyond him. Maybe whatever it had been was beyond an even partially human mind.

Or whatever kind of mind Danny had.

His fingers twitched. He was going to go down again later today, to see if Clockwork would help him find everyone else. If they could be found at all. He didn’t want to. He was angry. Angry that this had happened, that it was still happening. Amity Park was his, and Nocturne had no right to try and steal and break and—

The terrible part, was that even though he was angry, his general desire to reach out to Nocturne, to lean on their Love… That had not diminished.

He looked forward to seeing them again.

The news continued to talk about the coma victims.

#danny phantom #eldritch abomination au #dannymay #dannymay day 13: daydream #dannymay 2021

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alitheakorogane · 3 years

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Day 13 - Daydream

(Daydream Sky Train/空奏列車)

"Our train’s running along the Future Line, above the sea and under the dawning sky,

Our field of vision is cloaked in a serene veil of haze.

Come, let us drill our way straight through it and head toward our uncertain future, like always."

-Daydream Sky Train (Kuusou Ressha/空奏列車) by Orangestar/Mikansei-P

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I am late for DannyMay... again. It was supposed to be the 24th,and here I am, posting the 13th one.

This Danny Phantom fanart was based on the VOCALOID song Daydream Sky Train by Orangestar, also known as Mikansei-P, for the prompt 'Daydream'. I had tons of ideas popping up for this prompt, such as an idea for Phantasmagorical World AU of mine, but when I had heard another amazing VOCALOID song made by Orangestar, I decided to draw the DP version of its album art.

#dannymay2021 #dannymay #dannymay day 13 #daydream #danny phantom #sam manson #amethyst ocean #fakeout makeout #danny x sam #daydream skytrain #kuusou ressha #空奏列車 #danny phantom artstyle #danny phantom art #danny phantom fandom #danny phantom fan art #dp #phanart

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danny-phantom-writings · 2 years

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Let’s Try Something Different This Time - Pt 13 - Daydream

Summary: Dan Phantom escapes from that damned thermos. He finds himself in a new timeline, untouched by his carnage and ready to be destroyed. Though ... perhaps he'll find more entertainment doing something else this time.

Or: I write a Dan Phantom fic using the Dannymay prompts for each chapter, just to see if I can. Here we go!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12

Pt. 13

Read it on AO3 here!

It has been quite some time since Dan had come here, he realized. He wondered how long exactly. A couple months? Half a year? He knew fall and winter had already come and passed, so it has definitely been a long time. He decided he would ask Nita the next time he saw her.

She wasn’t at home today. She said she had work on Friday’s, Saturday’s, and Sunday’s, though he didn’t know what they work was. He hadn’t exactly asked either. That was another question he could ask her later, maybe. If he remembered. Until then, he had other business to attend to. He had to patrol his territory. He supposed it was technically called a haunt. At least that’s what Nita had said before and it made enough sense that he was willing to go with it.

It was going well so far. There were a few weak ghosts that had come through the natural portals, but most sensed him before he could reach them and left. There was one stubborn enough to stay. He was pretty young and cocky, but he wasn’t nearly powerful or experienced enough to actually be a problem. Still, it was nice to get some of his energy out fighting someone. He probably dragged it out longer than he should have.

It wasn’t until night was approaching that he felt something … off about his woods. Something was there, something that was most definitely not supposed to be there, but he couldn’t pinpoint what or where it was.

He flew over the trees several times this way and that, but every time he felt he was getting close, something shifted or it was never close at all. It only served to make him irritated, then frustrated, then downright angry.

It was probably best if he stepped away from this, so to speak, despite how much his core was yelling at him to do something, intruder, get rid of it, DO SOMETHING! There u;timately was nothing he could do. It was like the woods themselves were the intruder, even though he knew that was ridiculous. Whatever it was would have to show itself eventually, so for tonight at least he can allow himself to let it go. For now.

He went to the garden instead, the only place where that feeling didn’t bother him. He didn’t really consider the place his, it was Nita’s, so it didn’t matter as much if someone was there. It did still bother him some, but at least his instincts weren’t yelling at him as much.

He landed on the garden path, boots scuffing against the smooth stone. Nita was home and it looked like she had those friends of hers over. He could see them through the window, sitting around in the living room talking and laughing with each other. He turned invisible. He didn’t mind if Nita saw him, he would never scare her properly anyways, but he didn’t need them seeing him, too.

He wondered what he should do about this.

His mind drifted off with ideas. Nita probably would have called it daydreaming, but that sounded ridiculous. Dan did not daydream. He simply thought up situations to determine what to do. Definitely not daydreaming.

He could sneak in through that hole he found so long ago, finally put his plan into motion, even if it wasn’t against the same person. He imagined their reactions, thinking their so safe inside their little ghost-proof bubble. They would be terrified! He could already hear their screams. Yes, that would be an excellent idea.

He smirked, flying over to the shield and searching for the gap he knew was there.

But he couldn’t find it.

He frowned, running his hands through the area again but there was still nothing.

Well shit. Did it move? No, he looked over the whole shield but it simply wasn’t even there anymore. How did that work? He knew it was there. He had checked the spot often to make sure it had still been there, but now it was gone?

He growled in frustration, louder than he probably should have but he thought it was safe to assume they didn’t hear him from inside the house.

Until he noticed the window was open, the humans inside frozen and staring out of it.

This was fine, he decided. He could still salvage this. He hovered over to the open window, listening to the hushed voices.

“... animal, like last time?”

“No, that wasn’t some stupid animal. Ya know animals that sound like that? In Virginia? The worse we get is, like, bats.”

“You guys are really thinking way too hard about this.” Nita said with a smirk, rubbing at her face.

“Oh, right, ‘cause ghosts make more sense.” The tall woman said with a scoff. The man with the dreads sighed.

“Come on, Micki, we’ve been over this.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, you’ve told me all about your run-ins with ghostly specters or whatever. Totally not made up for attention or anything.”

The man looked offended but before he could say anything, the other woman interrupted.

“Girl, that was really uncalled for. Saying Scott is lying would mean that Nita was also lying. And Jared. And Mike. You really think they’re all lying?”

“I’m sure they believe they saw something, that doesn’t mean anything was actually there.”

They continued their argument on the existence of ghosts. It seemed like the tall woman was the only one who believed they didn’t exist, or those who agreed with her just didn’t speak up. Nita just looked amused with their argument, sitting back in her chair with her massive cat in her lap, sipping on a bottle of something. Eventually, she stood up, the cat jumping down. Everyone went silent, their eyes on her.

“Alright guys, I think that’s enough. I can prove that ghosts exist pretty damn easily, if you’ll just give me a second.”

She walked across the living room towards the back door, opening it as she went outside. At first, the others didn’t move, a few giving the tall woman meaningful glances before following her. They didn’t go outside, but they did hover around the back door.

He was curious enough to see where this was going, so he flew around to the roof of the porch, looking down to where Nita stood.

“Hey, fucker, I know you’re there.” Nita shouted, not really loud enough to carry but enough to catch someone’s attention if they were nearby. He assumed that someone was supposed to be him “My friends don’t think you exist, ya know, like assholes. If you want, can you prove them wrong for me? I’m tired of this stupid argument.” She turned back to glare at the tall woman who crossed her arms.

“Talking to the air? You really think that proves anything?”

He growled again, making the whole group jump. The smaller woman even gave a squeak of fright, several of them backing away from the door. The tall woman also looked scared, face going pale.

“Nita, I think we need to go inside.”

Nita crossed her arms, jutting out her hip in a defiant stance.

“There’s no animal, dumbass, that’s what I’m trying to prove. The idiot probably just realized I fixed my protective circle and got pissed.”

Ah, so there was a circle? He supposed that made sense, but it was a bit amusing that it took her so long to find the gap.

“Seriously, ghosts don’t exist, you’re just gonna get yourself killed.” Nita raised a brow, but didn’t move any closer to the door. In fact. She turned her back to her friends and went down the steps, turning back to them when she was a ways into the garden. She raised her arms before dropping them back to her sides.

“I don’t see any animals out here.”

“Nita, seriously!” The woman sounded panicked now and that seemed to actually bother Nita. She sighed, looking about ready to give in and go back inside for her friend's sake. He decided he should probably step in.

“There are no animals.”

His voice rang out over the garden without the need for shouting. He made sure to put a bit of an extra echo to his voice, made it deep and otherworldly, filled with darkness. More of her friends stepped away from the door, all looking very pale. He could taste their fear in the air, so terribly delicious. They were truly, perfectly afraid. He loved it.

He flew behind Nita, allowing nothing but his eyes to show, glowing a blood red in the dark. The small woman yelled, followed by the sounds of several gasps and yelps of frights. The tall woman looked about ready to faint, but she didn’t step away like the others. She took a ahlf a step forward, reaching out to Nita.

She just turned around, looking up to meet his eyes and smirking.

“There you are. Being a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

He let his invisibility drip away, taking in the gasps of fright that followed. The area was suddenly lit by his glow, his flaming hair sending shadows flickering around their feet. The fear was thick in the air, but Nita just smiled at him.

“Perhaps a bit,” he admitted with a smirk, his long fangs glinting in the dark. “But I couldn’t resist. Your dear friends are just so easy to scare, and their fear is irresistible. I’ll do my best to refrain next time.”

Nita rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head with a fond smile on her lips.

“Come on, edgelord, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” She motioned for him to follow, going back to the porch. He watched her go for a moment, head tilted to the side as he debated with himself. He decided to follow, stopping just outside the bubble at the bottom of the porch steps. The group peered at him from behind the doorway, their fear dissipating now that Nita proved the threat to be nonexistent.

“Starting with my girl here, since she’s up front. This is Mikaela, we call her Micki. She’s being a bit of an ass about the whole ghost existing thing, but she’s really a good friend, super loyal, always there when I need her.”

Said woman was staring at Dan, face very pale and eyes wide. She gave a little wave, only for a moment. The woman was tall, but he was still easily a head taller than her.

“Guys, come here and say hi, I can’t introduce you when you're all hiding.”

The man with the dreads didn’t even hesitate, pushing past the group to stand beside Micki.

“Hey, I’m Scott. You look fucking badass.”

Dan laughed at that. It was just too unexpected.

“Thanks I guess.”

The man with the red hair came out next, said his name was Micheal, Mike for short. Then the well dressed man with long hair, his name was Herod, not to be confused with Jared, the bland white guy. The woman in plaid was Anne and the small woman with dark hair was Tiffany. They all said hi and calmed down, soon enough laughing again and mocking each other fondly.

“See, I fucking told you! I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“I never said you were!”

“You implied it!”

“... maybe.”

That got everyone laughing. They were all turning to go back inside.

He should probably go.

“Hey, you want to hang out with us?” Nita’s question stopped him. He looked to her with a frown, confused.

“Yeah, that’d be cool! We could play mafia or something.” Scott agreed.

“Dude, we should totally play Cards Against Humanity!” Anne offered. “You have a deck don’t you?”

Nita nodded.

“Come on then, let’s play!” Tiffany said with a smile, headed inside herself. The rest of the group filed in after her, but Nita stayed behind, still waiting for his answer.

He … wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem right to act so friendly with this group of humans. Not after … Well, everything. He had probably killed these people in his timeline. He had the blood of millions on his hands, whether directly or not. He didn’t deserve to be anywhere near them. Hell, he didn’t deserve to be anywhere near Nita! No, it was probably a terrible idea to agree. Besides, he was never that social of a person. He’d probably hate it.

But Nita was still smiling at him, still waiting, and his core thrummed with a want he had never felt before, or maybe he just never allowed himself to feel it. Despite everything, he wanted to say yes, to spend just a minute in friendly company, even if they didn’t really know who he was.

“Fine, I’ll stay for a while.” He said, keeping his voice even, never showing the range of emotions he was fighting.

Nita’s smile widened and she offered him her hand. He glanced at it, then at her eyes, before accepting it, his taloned hand engulfing hers, so out of place.

She pulled him through the barrier and welcomed him into her home. Even in his daydreams he couldn’t imagine this happening.

He smiled.

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13thdoodle · 3 years

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[ Dannymay Day 13 : Daydream ] cont. Nature

Kitsune Danny being the ominous cryptic lil shit that he is

#dannymay2021 #dannymay #danny phantom #dp kitsune au #13thdoodle #long post #sorry #it looks better this way

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itsalrightmeow · 3 years

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DannyMay day 13: daydream

The opposite of Nocturne’s nightmares

#getting caught up a little here #i like this design a lot they're pretty simple but so is Nocturne #nocturne got masc nonbinary vibes so daydream is more fem they/them :)#Danny Phantom #nocturne #daydream #dannymay #dannymay2021 #myart #it's a veil not hair and I tried to make it look like clouds 🥺#Tumblr hates when I posts drafts

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dragonsdomain · 3 years

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Look, Sam absolutely daydreams about being a well-known politician and having people listen to her opinions and you can’t convince me otherwise.

DannyMay Day 13: Daydream

#Danny Phantom #DannyMay #DannyMay2021 #Sam Manson #my art #I actually created an entirely different illustration for this day before #but the file got corrupted right after I finished it before I posted it #13 really was my unlucky number that day #Only one DannyMay drawing to go!

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sykloni · 3 years

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Dannymay 2021

Day 13 - Daydream

#danny phantom #dannymay2021 #dannymay #tucker foley #king tuck #duul aman

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tumbling-darkling · 3 years

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DannyMay Day 13 - Daydreaming

My girl be dreaming about ghost frogs. Honestly if you’re not thinking about ghost frogs and their cute little round body’s and friendly faces, then what are you doing.

#dannymay2021 #danny phantom #art #my art #ghost #Sam #Manson #Sam manson #frog #ghost frog #ghost frogs #frog ghosts #cute #simple #fun

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this-is-z-art-blog · 3 years

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Anyone can dream through the night But only some can dream with eyes wide There lies the fight inside It resides in everyone

DannyMay 2021, Day 13

↳ Daydream

#danny fenton #Danny Phantom #dannymay2021 #tune doodle #song: dreamcatcher #artist: set it off #fun fact this WAS originally what I was going to do for 'scars' but i like the vibe better for today #and here we are #<- z chatter #dp fanart #dpfenton #2021 #digital art

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ajitated · 2 years

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(Originally posted: 14 May 2021)

Summary: Some dreams are better than reality.

Written for DannyMay Day 13, Daydream! (yes, it's another Dark Ages fic. No, I'm not sorry)

#ajility writes #ajs fanworks #danny phantom #moving onto blog #originally posted 14 may 21 #dannymay #dannymay2021 #dp dark ages #dp pariah dark #dp clockwork #dp fic #dp ff

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noctilucid · 3 years

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DannyMay Day 13: Daydream

Ellie thought about Vlad a lot.

Sometimes, she thought of him groveling, mud soaking into the knees of his designer suit, asking her for forgiveness.

"Why should I listen to you?" she'd yell back. "You can't apologize for what you don't understand."

"You're right," he'd respond, with uncharacteristic meekness. "I can't possibly understand. How could I? But I am trying." Then he would enumerate his failings as a father, how he had lied to her, used her, endangered her. He would describe poetically the terror she must have felt when the other clones destabilized in front of her, how he realized now just how young she had been. How could he be so callous? If only he had seen it sooner, allowed it to prick his conscience and cut through his own obsession, he would have seen that the family he had sought so frantically was right there, waiting for him.

"Come home, dear girl, and let me make things right with you. I know I don't deserve it."

Sometimes, she imagined finding him in the Ghost Zone, far from his portal, shackled into a caravan of oddities, being dragged off to some distant market. He would be delighted to see her, command her to free him, and she would hover just slightly above him and remind him with venom in her voice of how when she had needed help the most, he had rejected her, hunted her, and commodified her unstable ectoplasm. How he'd coldly strapped her down when she so desperately needed comfort, even from the likes of him, and had wracked her body with electricity to break down the last bonds holding her together. Then the ghost at the head of the caravan would yell back in a language she didn't understand, but Vlad would hear it and cower. The ghost driver would lumber back towards them with one of those batons Walker's goons carried and jab it into Vlad for talking and holding up the line. Vlad would crumple and scream, but the driver wouldn't let up. The electricity would arc over his body until his ghost went misty on the edges and he wept openly, all pride abandoned, but it wasn't enough. It could never come close to how it felt to dissolve into nothing.

Sometimes, she pictured them meeting by chance in a diner somewhere down in Missouri. They'd pretend to never have met each other, but he would offer to buy her lunch, and they'd camp out in a booth for a while and talk about the weather and the best restaurants in the area. Then he'd say that he had a business meeting to attend, something important with a lot of CEOs, but wouldn't she stop by if she was ever in Wisconsin? And he'd write his address on a napkin, and tip the waitress, and they'd both go their separate ways.

Sometimes she imagined rescuing him from the GIW. Danny would come with her, because they both hated Vlad, but not even he deserved to be in the hands of those monsters. Danny would destroy the compound's outer defenses while she flew down the halls alone, searching for his cell. When she found him, she'd bust down the door, breaking the containment unit, and Vlad would unfold, so delicate now, so translucent, a shell of himself. She'd pull out the experimental Fenton Portal Gun, and open a hole to the Ghost Zone for them, dragging him through. Danny would retreat and follow them, and together he and she would carry Vlad to Clockwork's doorstep.

"You're lucky these kids still care about you," he'd tell Vlad. "You don't deserve them." And Vlad would nod with all the energy he could muster.

Sometimes, Ellie imagined discovering Vlad's treachery earlier, of spying on him and the Maddie Program when she was only a few weeks old. She imagined talking back to him, of bringing Danny back to his lab to trash everything and beat Vlad out of his own home with a broom. She imagined flying up to his mansion now and cornering him in his lab to scream at him for how he had ripped her brothers from her, pushing them until they unraveled. How he had trained her to cover her trauma with disdain for them, calling them imperfections as if their suffering didn't matter, making her act like him, and adding the heavy weight of guilt to the other emotional burdens she already carried.

Sometimes, she still imagined him pulling her into a warm hug. She hated how safe it made her feel.

Ellie had told her life's story to herself a thousand different ways, but in the end, all of them still made her heart ache.

#dannymay2021 #phanniemay2021 #Danny Phantom #Dani Phantom #Vlad Masters #not all daydreams are nice #my writing #drabble

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camels-pen · 3 years

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A Connoisseur of Fine Art

DannyMay Day 13 - Daydream

Summary: Well, you know what they say: One ghost’s toilet is another ghost's treasure.

Inspired by @floralflowerpower's fic Little Lion King & this tumblr thread

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A large open field of purple grass lay before him. The smell of morning dew was in the air mixing with the harsh scent of pine. The glowing green Zone surrounding him shined a light onto the King's coveted spot. He gave a light pat to Nightmare’s side that sent her grazing nearby as he moved to step lightly, careful not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

The sounds of young ones flying around to chase each other, of some servants gossiping of the newest myth or fairy tale, of the jester’s countless side splitting jokes. They were all absent here, a place only filled with a calming silence that brushed away all other distractions and kept his focus on one marvelous thing.

He took his time, gradually inching his way to the center of the field. To be far meant to delay his reward. To be close meant to miss savoring the journey. There he would finally be invited inside. Learn the true meaning behind what goes on behind closed doors and hushed sounds.

All too soon and all too late, he reached a few feet from the expertly carved wooden door. The image engraved in front of him pulled him closer, like a puppet on a string. Curiosity and a love for the arts always brought him back, though he was never allowed in. So long as this door be closed, no one shall step foot inside save the King himself. That was the decree from his liege and far be it from his loyal knight to disobey, but….

He always wondered—

Hmm, no, that’s not right. Perhaps dreamed is a better word? Yes, that would do.

He always dreamed of his King taking the time to congratulate him on one of his many outstanding feats or compliment him on one of his many beautiful treasures. Dreamed of being brought aside for his eye for fine art and allowed to witness one of his hidden pleasures. Dreamed of being instructed to meet at his King’s special place out in the back gardens and make sure he is not followed.

He would take great pains to stay alert and aware of others in the Keep. Be wary of those who may follow. He would keep visible, but stay unnoticed so as not to attract any unwanted attention. Then he would arrive to see this sight before him.

My knight, his King would say, leaning against the well-loved wooden frame, I trust you were not followed?

Of course, my liege, he would reply, I would never disobey you. And I am no naive child.

Children are wiser than you may think, he would say with a wink, but very well. Come closer. Gloved hands would perform the traditional two knocks of admittance and then wave him over.

The knight would eagerly comply. Move in close, but still at a distance befitting a King and his servant. Though there is no doubt in his mind that he would have to restrain himself. Without holding back, he would end up bouncing on his feet and jumping into the air. Perform large displays of strength by destroying nearby desolate rocks. If it pleases his King, he may even do a few tricks with Nightmare to show his immeasurable gratitude.

The door opened as he tried to contain his excitement and the humble knight looked on in awe as a bright golden light escaped the King’s modern throne.

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“Fright Night,” Sam said, knocking on his helmet from where she sat atop his shoulders. “Hello? Anyone home?”

Tucker chuckled from her bean bag. “I think you broke him.”

“It’s just a toilet charm! I mean I know he thinks it’s some special modern art thing, but he shouldn’t be this happy about it, right?”

The geek hummed. “I don’t know, making it a scale model of an actual toilet and putting a mini Soul Shredder on the end of the chain might’ve done him in.” He reclined further in his seat. “That or the jack-o’-lantern lid cover.” They turned to watch as the ghost took an armored finger to the plush black and orange cover and rubbed it. Soft giggling followed and Sam groaned.

#dannymay #dannymay2021 #nemo the writing ho #danny phantom #fright night #sam manson #tucker foley #hit enter coward #i actually liked this a whole lot #it was very dumb and very fun to write #im sad i had to cut out the poetry night thing i had planned but maybe i can bring that back in another dnnymay fic

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sailor-toni · 3 years

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DannyMay day 13: Daydream

"He is coming. HE IS COMING"

#danny phantom #nocturne #dannymay2021 #graphic design #digital art #fanart #my art #myart

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bubblegumbeech · 3 years

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Housewife

Dannymay day 13: Daydream

There was nothing more comforting than waking up in the warm embrace of the man you loved. Clockwork felt unease settle in the back of his mind. He ignored it.

Pariah was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a smooth rhythm. He looked so peaceful, and Clockwork wished he could stop time, save this moment for an eternity, but he couldn’t. There was too much that had to be done before Pariah could go to work.

He leaned over and kissed his husband on the forehead, before shaking him gently awake.

“Clockwork?” Pariah asked, his voice muffled from his time asleep.

It was so endearing, to see a man so usually composed and put together vulnerable like this. It made Clockwork want to sink his teeth into him- No. It made Clockwork fond, he wanted to do something… he wanted to protect this vulnerability so that he’d be the only one who could see it.

“It’s time to get up, love,” he said, pushing the covers away and getting out of bed himself. “You have an important meeting today, remember?”

Clearly he did, if the vague, frustrated muttering was anything to go by. Clockwork smiled as he opened the dresser drawers and started to pick out clothes. He was torn between two ties, one was a bright green, the other a deep red. Something was strangely enticing about both of them, but… maybe he should stick to the red for now. It wouldn’t do if all the attention was on the tie rather than the man.

He turned around, shirt and tie in hand and held them against Pariah’s bare chest to see how they’d look against his skin. Very attractive, was the answer. Then again, there was little that would look unattractive on his husband.

Pariah lifted an eyebrow at Clockwork’s satisfied hum. “Like what you see?” he asked.

“Of course. I married it after all,” Clockwork agreed easily. He leaned in to kiss Pariah’s cheek, quick and fleeting, before pulling away and walking over to the bathroom. “I’ll shower first, if you’re going to take so long getting out of bed.”

Pariah smiled, not making any move to leave their shared bed. “We could always share,” he offered. Clockwork fought back a blush and closed the door behind him. If he was going to be like that, Clockwork was going to take his time. Pariah could be late for all he cared.

When he stepped under the warm water he allowed his mind to wander. This was always the hardest part, the quiet. His thoughts had too much to say. They would point out the little things that didn’t fit, the small details of his life that were incongruent. Why couldn’t he remember going to sleep last night?

Why was it when the man he loved pulled him into his arms, Clockwork had the urge to flee before he had the urge to relax into his hold? Why did every step he took feel so heavy, his legs almost unrecognizable as his own?

The door clicked open and Clockwork froze, his thoughts a sudden jumbled Crescendo that he couldn’t keep straight until he heard Pariah’s voice.

“I’ve learned my lesson, can I please get in the shower now?” His voice was soft with good humor and Clockwork found himself smiling back.

He pushed the thoughts, intrusive and concerning as they were, to the back of his mind and stepped out of the shower. Pariah was holding a fluffy white towel for him, considerate as ever and Clockwork couldn’t help but feel immeasurably fond.

“The water’s cold,” he lied, just to see Pariah’s face twist into a pout.

It worked, but before Clockwork could laugh and make his way out of the bathroom entirely Pariah crowded against him, warm and solid in complete contradiction to the cold flowing water that had set Clockwork’s thoughts drifting earlier. Now the only thing on his mind was Pariah and the electricity of the space between them.

Pariah leaned closer, his breath tickling at Clockwork’s hair as he spoke. “You could always help keep me warm.”

Clockwork’s core- heart, stuttered and his mouth went dry. A large, calloused hand rested against Clockwork’s cheek and tilted his face up so that he met Pariah’s eyes and Clockwork knew he was blushing and it was embarrassing and he almost wished he had something like a hood to hide his face with.

He melted entirely when Pariah pulled him into a kiss, his thoughts slipping away into nothing. There was a bite at his lower lip and Clockwork allowed them to part, giving Pariah better access. He lifted a hand to rest against Pariah’s bare chest, and reached the other around his neck to pull him closer.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered that there was something they needed to do, a reason why he shouldn’t be doing this, but it seemed inconsequential in comparison to the here and now.

Pariah pulled away first and Clockwork had to stop himself from following instinctually. His eyes didn’t leave Pariah’s lips, but before he could pull him in for another kiss, Pariah chuckled and moved his hand to cover Clockwork’s mouth.

It was tempting to bite at Pariah’s palm, and use the distraction to pull him down once more but Pariah was already moving away and getting ready to step into the shower himself. He raised an eyebrow, a clear invitation and Clockwork felt his blush come back in full force.

He grabbed an extra towel to throw over his head, a too late attempt to hide his blush, and left the bathroom quickly, Pariah’s gaze burning into his back as he escaped.

If Pariah was late to work, that was his own fault.

The clothes he’d picked out earlier were lying on the bed ready for when Pariah was done and Clockwork grinned. Well, maybe he could help a bit.

Clockwork was already fully dressed and working on taming his hair when Pariah exited the shower. He watched through the mirror’s reflection as Pariah grabbed the clothes laid out for him and stilled. He looked over towards Clockwork, who feigned ignorance, and sighed.

“Do you plan on burning breakfast as well?” he asked, going back to the drawers and pulling out an actually matching set of clothing. Clockwork bit back a smile and finished braiding his hair.

“Oh?” he said, turning around to watch as Pariah tied his tie. It was hideous and absolutely didn’t match the suit. Of course, Clockwork had hidden all the other ties so he didn’t have much choice. “Did you want me to make breakfast?”

Pariah met his eyes, fond exasperation apparent and walked over to kiss him on the top of his head. “What would I ever do without your attention to detail, my love?” Clockwork rolled his eyes and kicked at his shins gently.

His husband took the hint for what it was and walked out of their shared bedroom. Clockwork took the time to tie his hair in place before following, doing everything he could to hold back his smirk. He failed, when he walked into the kitchen and saw Pariah sitting at the table with a stack of bread crusts and a glass of pomegranate seeds.

Clockwork felt a twisted sense of pleasure, seeing Pariah unable to react. His frustration was a balm on a blister long ignored and Clockwork almost wondered what Pariah would do if he took one of his pranks a step further. He shook the thought away, he wouldn’t- there was no reason for him to do something genuinely hurtful or malicious. This was just a little payback for Pariah being so obnoxious this morning.

That’s all.

Pariah didn’t eat. Instead he looked up at Clockwork and smiled, soft, something hidden in his eyes that Clockwork ignored. “I would love to stay and eat with you, but I am running late.”

He stood from the table, ignoring the not-meal Clockwork had prepared and kissed him one last time on the cheek. Clockwork leaned into it, he wouldn’t see Pariah again for… well he wouldn’t see him again until he was done with work. It would be lonely, alone in this house without him.

“You’ll be here when I get back?” Pariah asked.

“Where would I go?”

Nodding, Pariah stepped away and Clockwork already missed his warmth. When he left through the front door Clockwork turned away, he ignored the swirling greens and purples beyond. They weren’t real and they gave him a headache. He should go grocery shopping.

Yes, that would be a way to kill time-

Clockwork growled as a migraine built behind his eyes. Pariah had only just left and already he felt like falling to pieces. Why was it that even the air around him felt empty when he was gone? As if the entire house mourned his presence?

Frustrated and not at all lonely, he opened the fridge, looking for anything that might be missing. But everything he could hope to need was there, in full supply. Even the cupboards when he checked those, had nothing but excess. Truly, if he were to go to the grocery store it would not only be a waste of time, but of funds and food. The two of them would never finish eating all of this before it rotted.

The two of them.

There had to be something he could do. Something that would get him out of the house. He checked the trash, nearly empty. He washed Pariah’s unused dishes and checked the soap and sponges to make sure they didn’t need to be replaced. They didn’t. He checked the bathroom next, but every toiletry was there in excess, stacked neatly where they belonged. Everything was where it belonged and for no reason at all it was starting to grate against Clockwork’s skin.

Perhaps he could go out and simply buy Pariah a gift, something heartfelt just from him.

He entered the bedroom again to grab a wallet, frowning when he realized he didn’t have one. But then again, he didn’t need a wallet, just some money. But, there wasn’t any money. Not so much as a dime hidden in the couch cushions.

Pariah wasn’t the type to withhold funds, and Clockwork had obviously gone shopping before if the taste of half their decor had anything to say about it. Unless he’d gone out with Pariah to buy the deep purple drapes that hung over the window of their bedroom? He shook his head, getting senile in his old age.

Well, if there was no reason to leave the house he could always open up the curtains and bring in some light. He had to do something that didn’t make him feel like he was going to catch a severe case of cabin fever.

The curtains parted to reveal…

Clockwork screamed, pain shooting through his chest forcing him to drop the curtains so that they covered the window again. He curled into himself, lying on the floor and trying to catch his breath. He didn’t understand why everything hurt so suddenly, why his skin felt too tight and his legs felt like they weren’t his.

Who reacts that way to a little bit of sunlight?

It was some time before Clockwork felt stable enough to stand again, but when he did something caught his eye. His reflection in the vanity mirror. He hadn’t truly been paying attention to it earlier, his mind on Pariah’s reaction to his pranks.

Why did it feel so uncomfortable to look into his own eyes?

His skin was smooth and unblemished and Clockwork pinched at the skin under his left eye like it wasn’t supposed to be there, like there was something missing or wrong. There was static building at the edges of his vision, and he could feel something start to scream in his chest, next to where his heart should be.

It felt so loud alone in the room, staring at a stranger in his reflection and Clockwork tried to look away but it only made him feel more vulnerable to have his back to the mirror. It was too much, and Clockwork growled, grabbed the vanity chair and threw it against the glass to shatter it.

There was quiet again, for a moment and Clockwork felt his sense come back to him.

Why did he just destroy the vanity? He had to clean this up before Pariah got home. Maybe he wouldn’t notice?

Clockwork looked over at the vanity, it was covered in glass and the wood of the chair had been twisted and dented by the impact. … He’d notice.

But it did give Clockwork a reason to go out, he supposed. He could simply buy a new vanity set. Or at the very least, without money, he could look for one to pick out and then have Pariah buy it. He could probably get away with a lie or two about what happened, right?

He left the room and grabbed a broom and some gloves, a thick sturdy pair that would protect his hands from the glass and then just… stared at them for a bit. His mind was starting to fill with the same fog from earlier, it built up in his chest and drifted up, obscuring his thoughts and muddling his feelings until he ripped off the gloves and tried to ground himself by counting.

Maybe he should go outside first, just to help settle himself. Wasn’t there something that happened to people when they stayed home alone too long, that made them lose track of their sanity? Clockwork threw the gloves back into the closet he’d taken them from and walked to the front door. At the very least he could take a walk-

The front door wouldn’t open.

It wouldn’t so much as budge, which was insane because Clockwork had seen Pariah go through it that morning. It had only been- had it only been a few hours? Why did that feel wrong?

Clockwork kicked at the door, trying to unjam it. Nothing worked though and pretty soon, in frustration or anger or some other less recognizable emotion he had taken the kitchen knife and started digging at the wood of the door around the handle.

Nothing worked and it only made the buzzing grow louder, the fog thicker. He accidentally sliced into his palm and the sharp sting of the pain almost seemed a blessing in comparison to the dull not-feeling that ate away at his sanity the longer he was trapped in this damned house.

He looked over at the clock to watch the time. He watched the clock tick, counted the seconds, but it felt wrong. Like the movement of the hands was stilted or off. The longer he watched it, the more convinced he was that time itself was twisted here and that didn’t make any sense at all.

His grip tightened on the knife, slick in his hand from the blood, and he forced himself to look away from the clock on the wall.

It was like stepping out of a trance and into a burning fire. His skin itched, and he started to scratch at it, too big for its constraints, trying somehow to escape it.

The kitchen, comfortable and clean, felt like an insult or a mockery and Clockwork started grabbing the abundant food from its shelves and its places in the fridge and throwing them anywhere he liked.

Maybe, if he destroyed enough, he wouldn’t be worth keeping at all.

The thought planted itself in his mind, with the failed destruction of the front door and the incessant ticking of the-wrong it’s wrong-clock in the background and Clockwork let himself scream. Just once, but long enough that he could feel it scratching at his throat and start to wonder if he’d ever need to stop for breath.

Eventually he had to stop, the pain outweighing the release. And Clockwork realized he was lying on the ground, surrounded by destroyed groceries.

He should probably start cleaning up before Pariah came back.

The static had retreated slightly, held at bay by the sharp sting of the cut on his palm and the uncomfortable soreness of his throat. It grounded Clockwork in this body and he was not above taking advantage.

Standing up was a feat. Clockwork had forgotten, almost, what his legs were for and how to go about using them. But eventually he was able to make his way to the sink. There were dishes drying from that morning, a reminder of a routine that Clockwork desired and detested in equal measure.

They shattered on the tile floor.

Clockwork went to the bedroom. He still had his knife in hand, bloody mess that it was, and he started hacking at his husband’s clothes, then his own, then the curtains and the sheets and- this time, when he caught sight of his face in the mirror, he knew exactly what had been missing.

Time was wrong, so Clockwork knew instinctively, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that it had been much longer than a few hours when the front door eventually clicked open.

He didn’t move from his nest of destroyed clothes and ruined sheets in the corner of the bedroom. Where would he go? He’d already meticulously destroyed every single thing in the house short of the bed. It wasn’t like his husband would be able to walk in and not notice.

Instead Clockwork stayed lying on the ground, buzzed and faded in the fog as it took over his mind and softened his edges. The pain, when he had sliced into his own eye, had kept it at bay for a while but soon it had crept slowly back and there was little else he was willing to do to keep it fully at bay.

Perhaps next time he could chew off his legs.

Pariah walked into the room and sighed, looking disappointed at the bloody mess that was Clockwork amongst his destroyed and torn apart belongings. The blood stung at his eye and Clockwork bared his dull teeth. They were enough if he needed to rend or tear, even dull teeth can sink deep into flesh and reach blood.

Clockwork tried to attack him, lashing out as he approached to see if he might have been real or wrong but his touch was solid as he grabbed the knife and pried it from Clockwork's grip. When Clockwork tried to claw and bite at him instead, Pariah grabbed both his wrists and held them together with one of his hands, and twisted Clockwork around so that his back was held against Pariah’s chest with the other so he could do no harm.

He growled, and Pariah hummed softly in return.

“It’s alright darling, we’ll try again.” No. Clockwork felt his chest heave, fear blurring the edges of his vision. “We’ll get it right, this time.”

He struggled against Pariah’s hold, but it was like iron, and no matter how much he kicked and screamed and tried to tear his hands free, Pariah marched them slowly to the bed. “Let me go Pariah. Please.” His voice scratched at the tender mess Clockwork had made of his throat.

Pariah shushed him gently, whispering reassurances into his ear that did nothing to stave off the mounting dread as they neared the bed in the center of the room. He couldn’t let this happen again whatever it was, he couldn’t. But Pariah laid him down nonetheless and pinned him into the mattress, freeing up one of his arms to grab a rope. Clockwork leaned forward to try and bite him, but Pariah just pushed down on his chest and set to work tying his arms to the frame of the bed.

“Just try and relax darling,” he whispered and Clockwork increased his struggle, frantic and terrified. “It will only hurt for a little bit, everything will be fine when you wake up.”

It wouldn’t be though. It would be just as horrid as it is now, except he’d have to relearn it again. A cruel merry-go-round of ignorance, pain, and discovery and he would very much like to get off this ride if he could.

Pariah traced a hand down Clockwork’s chest, trying to soothe him the way one might soothe a nervous pet and Clockwork scratched desperately at the ropes binding him, uncaring of the damage to his hands if it could only somehow allow him escape.

He watched as Pariah somehow forced his hand deep into Clockwork’s chest, past the muscle and bone and into the center of his being. He could feel it like a gentle caress in his mind, coaxing him to sleep, to forget, and he felt himself giving into it.

“Kill me instead,” he begged. But Pariah just frowned and shook his head.

“You’re only saying that because it hurts now, it won’t hurt in a moment.”

There was a twist, somewhere inside his core, and Clockwork’s world went dark.

There was nothing more comforting than waking up in the warm embrace of the man you loved. Clockwork felt unease settle in the back of his mind. He ignored it.

#dannymay2021 #danny phantom #Pariah/Clockwork #dark ages #Pariah Dark #clockwork #Bee's writing #Mind the tags it's actually kinda dark #Gaslighting #psychological horror #eye mutilation tw #blood #manipulation #memory loss #horror

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