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Day 03 - Black Cat
I confess, sometimes I think what if Danny were a cat. And then I think that he would be very small and very fluffy, given how very unruly his hair is.
Anyway, have some skrunkly kitten Dannys, and of course the required lost time:
He's just a tiny little soot poof of a kitten...
#danny phantom#ectoberhaunt23#jackdraw-spwrite#jackdraw-sprite#clockwork dp#danny fenton dp#day 03 black cat
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I have an infestation in my brain
#danny phantom#danny phantom dp#little baby man#jackdraw-sprite#digital art#well I inked it on paper and colored in krita#jackdraw-spwrite
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Time for some Lost Time quality time XD
I tried to color this in pastel colors, however in the middle of it I learned that I don't know how to do pastel colors not what they actually are, so here it this this piece with the classic white outline that has no shadows. I still loved coloring this whole thing though, so many thanks to @jackdraw-spwrite for making this Lineart, it's absolutely beautiful and I loved coloring this :D
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The Westons out West
The Weston Family had lived in the town of Amity for some time when the Fentons moved there. And even for strangers, those Fentons sure were strange.
For the prompt Old/Wild West AU [from @jackdraw-spwrite]
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[Warning for mentions of guns]
Wes Weston worked at the general store. His father was a salesman, but that alone didn't keep food on the table, so he and his brothers all had to pitch in their dues. His eldest brother Easton did some bookkeeping for the local businesses, and his older twin Kyle was a stable-hand. And even between the four of them their mother still had to play piano in the saloon for tips from time-to-time.
Still, as lean as times were in the West, it had been worse back home.
When they'd first moved out here, looking for opportunity and a little sunshine after the dreary days behind them, they couldn't tell the difference between a cowhand and a homesteader, but that time was past. This little western town of Amity was home now. Barely scrape by, though they did.
A lot of folks came through the general store, locals and and strangers alike. Some came in weekly to resupply their cupboards, and others stopped by on their way through town to somewhere else to pick up a bag of horse feed, a bottle of whiskey, and some chewing tobacco before moving on. Working there, Wes had come to recognize a lot of familiar faces, and seen twice as many strangers, but none were so strange as the kid.
Wes eyed the kid from the moment he walked through the door, hair as black as night and ice-blue eyes that shone with secrets. Truth be told, he and Wes couldn't have been too far apart in age, but if Wes was a kid, then so was he. He smiled at Wes, the kid did, with teeth too white and far too sharp, and asked if they happened to sell any kind of chocolate.
"Sometimes merchants come up from Mexico with some to sell to us, but we haven't got any in stock right now," Wes told him.
The kid clicked his tongue. "Shame. Ma was planning on making some fudge to greet the new neighbors."
"You just moved to Amity?" Wes asked.
"Yep," the kid confirmed. "Name's Danny Fenton. My family just moved out here for a little more open space."
"A little more open space?" Wes repeated, unconvinced.
Danny smiled again, that too bright, too clean smile. "I never got your name," he said.
"Wes," he replied. "My family's lived around here for some time. I'm sure you'll recognize them out and about. Every redhead in town is a Weston."
Danny barked a laugh. "Not anymore," he said, and then he left, without even looking around, let alone buying anything.
Everyone became aware of the Fenton Newcomers almost overnight, but none was more aware than Wesley Weston.
He knew he was a curious boy—some said he was too curious for his own good—but he was a clever boy, too, and he knew when something was going amiss in his town, and right under his nose. He'd kept one eye on them, and especially Danny since they'd first moved into town, spotting right away that something was off about them.
On the surface, they looked alright. Jack Fenton was a mountain of a man, with an affinity for orange and holster on his hip that housed a pistol like no gun Wes had ever seen. His wife, Maddie, wore her skirt hiked up well above the ankles in a scandalous style that gave a lot of men around town the wrong idea about her. She set them straight right quick, though. The two of them claimed to be scientists, and spent all their time holed up in their house, rarely showing their faces to the rest of the town.
Their daughter, Jazz, was a proper, well-read young lady. She tied her hair back in a long braid, and wore her skirt at a much more appropriate length than her mother. She could usually be seen carrying a book, and the mayor had quickly offered her a position as a school teacher, as the town had been wanting for one since the last was taken by fever. She accepted, though she claimed it was only to keep her out of the house most of the day. Both her and her mother had bright red hair, which explained Danny's rather cryptic response to Wes when they first met.
Danny, their son, well he was the queerest of them all. He carried no gun, which was odd, but not unheard of given his age of only fourteen, though Wes had carried one since he was thirteen to scare off rowdy customers at the store. Danny had a strange quality about him, and strange behaviors, and the more Wes watched him, the more certain he became that Danny Fenton was no ordinary boy.
It was about a month after the Fentons first came to town that the first specter followed. A shadowy figure in a white get-up and a black hat, who carried himself like a lawman, and looked like bad news. Wes knew right away that he was a ghost. He knew by the faint glow of his pale skin, the shine of his eyes, and the hiss in his voice, like he'd swallowed a live rattlesnake, and it was still rattling around.
When asked, he said his name was Walker, and he was looking for an outlaw who called himself Phantom.
No one in town had ever heard of someone called Phantom, and the description of a boy with white hair and dark clothes didn't match anyone they knew.
Then at high noon a boy came down from the sky. His clothes were black. Cloud-white hair poked out from under his stetson, and a black bandana was pulled up over the bottom half of his face. Everyone was so shocked at seeing him come out of the sky like an angel from heaven that Wes was the only one that noticed he carried no gun.
Neither he, nor Walker said a single word as they stared each other down.
Walker's knuckles cracked as he positioned his hand over his holster, and Phantom's eyes shone a bright and glowing green like no one in Amity Park had even seen before.
Walker drew, but Phantom was quicker. A green beam shot out of Phantom's finger and hit Walker's shooting hand, knocking his gun to to floor. Then, Phantom hurled something metal at the other ghost that crackled like lightning, and when the light faded, Walker was gone.
The only sound was the rustle of wind and the clink of Phantom's spurs as he walked to where Walker had once stood to pick up the tin canteen. He bent over, gathered up the canteen and Walker's dropped gun, and when he drew himself back up to his full height, which couldn't have been more than five foot two, he disappeared. Vanishing in broad daylight, in full view of a dozen people.
Wes couldn't be sure of anything, but a theory formed in his head after that day. A theory about the strange ghost boy that flew into town before mysteriously vanishing... and the strange human boy that had moved into town not long before.
When they were younger, driving their wagon out west, Wes and Kyle would around the fire while their older brother Easton told them scary stories. They didn't know where Easton had learned them all, but he knew a lot. He told stories about death coming round in a carriage collecting lost souls, about vampires that lured people in to drink their blood, about monsters that skulked across the prairie. But Wes' favorite stories were the ones about ghosts.
Easton, it had always seemed, knew everything there was to know about ghosts. Whatever questions Wes asked him, he was always quick to answer.
That had been years ago now, but Wes had one more question for him.
"Easton," he asked one evening after dinner when they were all fixing to sleep. "You remember all those ghost stories you used to tell us, way back when?"
"'Course, Wes," Easton said. "What about 'em?"
"Do you think there could ever be a person who was a ghost, even though they were still alive?"
Easton paused at that, his face a mask of concentration as he considered the question.
Kyle scoffed. "There can't be anyone like that because ghosts plain don't exist. Those were just stories Easton told us, nothin' more." he said, but his brothers ignored him.
"I reckon I don't know," Easton said finally. "Could be, but I've never heard of something like that before."
Wes nodded mutely and went to bed.
After a few months of continued watching, a few more ghosts riding into town to challenge the unknown Phantom to a duel and quickly lose, though Phantom carried no gun, a few sleepless nights to skulk around and search for proof, Wes was sure of it.
Danny Fenton and the Phantom were one and the same.
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Day 5 - Hunt
I've never drawn Skulker before, so I figured this would be a good opportunity :)
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Clockwork's explanation had been lacking many things, chief among them brevity and clarity. In fact, there had been so many words that they had congealed together into a putty-like mass of confusion in Danny's brain and stuck fast to the inside of his skull. He was pretty sure he had a headache.
"How can you only be pretty sure you have a headache?" asked Tucker as he handed Danny an ice pack.
"I think I might not have a head," said Danny. "Technically."
There was a rich and incredulous silence.
"Weren't you asking him for help on algebra homework?"
Danny only moaned.
#danny phantom#danny phantom dp#clockwork dp#jackdraw-spwrite#jackdaw-spwrite#just a fun little thing because Fine has put me in wip hell#I am 6k words into the next chapter of this 3k oneshot#and was bemoaning the fact that I never have anything with the right tone to mock Clockwork for his utter lack of explanation skills#at least as the narrator
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Finished a pocket sketchbook today that I was using for hand and line confidence practice.
#jackdraw-spwrite#jackdraw-sprite#traditional art#hands#tw flashing#it's flipping the pages of a sketchbook but to be safe#I figured out that it takes me about as much time to draw a hand as it does for my tea to brew#so for the past week and change I've been drawing one while I wait#keeps me from forgetting it for an hour#we're not going to examine the days that have eight drawings I start work very early 😭
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I can't help it I thought about lost time a little too hard and now this is here.
My first lineart submission for @green-with-envy-phandom-event 2024!
#danny phantom#greenwithenvy2024#danny phantom dp#clockwork dp#jackdraw-sprite#jackdraw-spwrite#lineart
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My second lineart submission for @green-with-envy-phandom-event 2024!
#danny phantom#clockwork dp#danny phantom dp#jackdraw-spwrite#jackdraw-sprite#lineart#greenwithenvy2024#lost time dp
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I'm still obsessed with him
look at him, small enough to use the crown as a bed
he's so shaped
he can be a worm
he can be a cat
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adorable or vicious or adorably vicious
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maybe when he's happy he does the banana pose like seals do
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One thing is for sure, though:
I want to roll him out like cookie dough.
and bake him.
#danny phantom#danny phantom dp#little baby man#jackdraw-sprite#digital art#long post#jackdraw-spwrite
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Hi, @ep-10 ! I was your truce gifter this year for @phandomholidaytruce and I decided to use your prompts for a Japanese ghost--kinda, but mostly for a biopunk fantasy au. You're getting some character designs for a biopunk fantasy AU set in a world suspiciously similar to Sengoku era Japan! And also backstory. Mostly backstory, really.
Warning for someone getting baked alive in a kiln.
I mean, we all know who.
Jack and Maddie Fenton are a married pair of researcher/alchemists who've been brought into the country with the influence of an old friend of theirs, Vlad. He wants them to figure out the secret to producing porcelain, an expensive and magically versatile ceramic with a production process that's a closely guarded secret in a nearby, much more economically powerful country.
To this end, Vlad has supplied the Fentons with enough wealth and resources to not ask things like "where did you get this?" and "what exactly is going to happen when it gets out that we're trying to make porcelain?"
As it turns out, this is a very important question, because together the pair piece together how to build a kiln that burns hotter than any they've ever seen before and for the very first time make the coveted porcelain.
The victory is short lived: their son Daniel goes missing that very day, and then their search for him is waylaid by another discovery: some of the porcelain is coming to life, animated by a horrific amalgam of flesh and vitriol. They must find Danny, but first they must make sure the monsters they've made are destroyed…
So! The three big players in our cast of characters here are Jack, Maddie, and poor, poor Danny. They are coincidentally the only ones I had time to do a character design for, so let's look at Jack first, who is holding an experimental porcelain vase:
That's quite an outfit. It's, uh. Not quite standard in the Sengoku: while he's wearing a hitatare, it's been modified, and he's chosen not to wear pants because it's technically not, like, a crime. I chose this for him because Jack:
a) Does not care about what everyone thinks of what he's wearing, or he wouldn't wear a jumpsuit all the time in canon
b) Hates the feel of most clothes
Hitatare were growing in popularity during the Sengoku because of how comfortable they were, so it seemed a good fit for Jack. They didn't necessarily need to be worn with hakama if you were of a lower class, but it would be frowned upon to go without if you were off a higher class.
The modifications he and Maddie have made to it make it even less restrictive than a standard hitatare, and a bit more suited to their work of experimenting with kilns and clay.
The obi is stitched into place, so it doesn't actually act like a belt and put a line of pressure across Jack's stomach, and they've added a button to the side to hold the hitatare closed, instead. The stitching around the sleeve openings is pretty archaic by this point, but they've kept (or added) it so he can draw the openings closed when he wants, and a second draw string runs along his sleeve to let him draw the sleeves away from his hands when needed, while still letting him let them extend to their full length to act as a barrier between his skin and unpleasant textures.
He's got some leather gloves and a pair of very early goggles to protect his hands and eyes from the heat of the kilns.
The geta act as an additional layer of protection against bad textures, since they should keep him above mud.
Maddie, here holding a shattered fragment of porcelain, is dressed far less eccentrically, because this (left) is before the porcelain came to life. She's just wearing a kosode with hakama and a leather apron. (She has gloves too, they're just tucked away at her back) The smaller sleeves stay out of the way while she works, and the hakama are roomy. She's wearing waraji, because she prefers what I assume is more stable footing and a lower center of gravity.
This is especially true after they start fighting the porcelain. Pictured here, you can see she keeps her hair out of her face with a standard low ponytail, and the Fenton Anti-Creep stick manages to still exist in this world, despite all odds.
This Anti-Creep stick is a bokken with embedded teeth of broken porcelain for a better shattering potential--metal, especially enough metal of sufficient quality for a sword, is expensive, and they're dealing with something that's only a stronger ceramic…
Which brings us to the kiln. And, to his great misfortune, to Danny.
This is a multi-chambered climbing kiln. While I don't think it's the first kiln that allowed firing temperatures to reach that required for porcelain in Japan in our world, it's the most common and appeared around the same time as that first one. The design of it encourages airflow in a way that traps and directs heat to build it on itself and distribute it reasonably evenly.
The kiln chambers would get filled with the pots to be fired, then they would set a fire in the little step down in each chamber. Then they would seal the kiln chambers entrances with fire bricks, except for a small stoking hole to keep the fires fed.
Then they'd light the main fire at the mouth to the first, lowest chamber called the stoke hole and the fire box respectively.
And then they would keep the fires lit, and feed them, wood upon wood upon wood…
Until eventually, the kiln warmed, grew sweltering, grew hot, hot like fire, like iron in a forge and then hotter still, until the whole of the inside glows.
Like the center of the earth.
…
At the lowest, porcelain requires a firing temperature of 1000 degrees. Celsius.
Brass melts, at that temperature. Porcelain itself gets its strength from melting.
And Danny…
Danny tripped. Danny was loading one of the chambers, and he tripped and he hit his head and by the time he woke he was sweating.
He tried to crawl away from where he knew the fires were. The flue, where the spent air left the kiln, has charred finger marks where his burnt away after the carbon dioxide and heat drove him unconscious a second time.
It was a mercy.
By the time he woke again, his body was cooling.
You see, the Fentons enchanted the kiln to make it try to repair pieces that were falling apart during the firing process. And, if one piece was destroyed in the firing anyway, to use the fragments to reinforce the other pieces in the kiln.
Danny was in the kiln. Danny's body failed.
Bone ash is not a critical ingredient in porcelain, but its presence makes it much, much stronger.
Danny woke up made of porcelain.
His sandals left black on the soles of his feet and the fingers on one hand that had burned looked skeletal. But he woke up.
And he ran.
Later, he'll find help. Later, he'll find a way to fight the other things in the kiln that day, and the results of later firings. Later, he'll meet a boy who loves puzzles and information and who teaches him how to use a bow and arrow to keep his fragile body intact. He'll meet a girl who loves foraging (partly because it gets her away from her parents) but loves justice more.
(Whether he'll stop wearing his clothes like a corpse is another question.)
Danny here is wearing something hitatare adjacent and hakama, along with a yugake.
Happy truce!
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Some quick little baby men!
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LBM is @tourettesdog's
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The hour for Lost Time brainrot has struck once more!
But jackdaw, you say, that's every hour.
So it is.
A random au where Clockwork raises Danny / takes him in. Danny has a cloak because he kept stealing Clockwork's.
This has been in the works a while (and sat gathering dust even longer), but I'm finally happy with it!
#danny phantom#danny phantom dp#clockwork dp#jackdraw-sprite#lineart#digital art#digital line art#I may color this later but I really want it to see the light of day because I'm so proud of the lineart#I learned a lot about line weights and communicating contrast#and light and shadow#and depth while working on this#jackdraw-spwrite
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Hello! I had the honor of making the sidebar art for this year's @ectoberhaunt!
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I decided to try coloring this lineart with some of Krita's watercolor brushes. I've played with them before and really liked them, and I like how this turned out :)
Thanks to @risayume for helping me figure out some issues I was having with the background :)
#danny phantom#jackdraw-sprite#jackdraw-spwrite#danny phantom dp#clockwork dp#digital painting#digital art
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Ectoberhaunt 22 - Day 20: Flight
Each step on the way out of the lab seemed insurmountable.
#danny phantom#ectoberhaunt22#eh chaos#day 20#flight#danny phantom dp#jackdraw-sprite#pastels#cw gore#cw blood#jackdraw-spwrite
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