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Dannymay: day something last week, I’m playing catch-up so here’s a Wattson Wraith @bigjbonk

i forgot what color the W was

I’ll probably post eclipse or something later

ANYWAY IM PRETTY SURE LIGHTNING IS A FRACTAL 👍👍👍

Just the dannymay list for anyone that can't find it and for me so I don't forget

Going along with this prompt, I had been reminded of my 150+ year sequel to Danny Phantom and had decided to write about it. I had no idea what character to write about it, but I actually have 5 characters I never revealed. I will write in one of their perspectives. A hint is that Madelina is rumored to have a sister. 

This will get a little sad as Ao3 was down and I am spiraling. This character is actually an OC I have where she is my daughter and gets to grow up in a loving household. Not anymore I guess. The character is around 7 years old. 

For years now, Mom has been mean. She makes weird rules and doesn’t give me the same presents as the other moms. 

She gives me dead birds that she stitched up herself. Mom was never good with a needle until now. I think Mom became a super doctor or something. She always heals fast too. 

Big Brother is not here for Mother’s Day even though he always gives her a gift. He always gave her the biggest hugs and even let me sign the card. Where is he now?

Big Sister is never home anymore either. I hope she doesn’t leave like he did. She always pushes me or goes out alone, never making time for me. 

I’m hungry. I wonder what is left in the kitchen. Mom cooks horribly. She used to bake the best apple pies, but the apples always taste rotten now. I miss her pie. Maybe she made it right this time?

I go into the kitchen to see Mom hunched over a doll I left on the table. I forgot I had breakfast with Miss Princess because I was very lonely today. I always tuck her in before dinner, but I guess I must have not brought her with me when my favorite show played. 

“Mom? I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?” I ask, hiding the card I made at school. 

She swats the air, shaking. Her hair falls in front of her face and I move it away.

“Mom, can we have pie for dinner? You used to make apple pie all the time.” Hoping to give her the card after dinner and not look suspicious, I walk up to her. 

This time she grabs my hand and pulls me closer, almost making me drop the card. I stare at her green eyes. Was her eyes green or brown?

“What if I told you that I’m not your real mom, Baby-cakes.” Her voice echoes. 

“But you’re Mom. Why wouldn’t you be Mom?” That makes Mom grin. When did her bottom teeth get so jagged?

“’Cause I’m a ghost.” Her hand drops in temperature to the point it turns blue. Some of her hair falls from her head and her ear droops down, held up by stitches. I try to wiggle out of her hand because I don’t like how cold it is. 

“Your mom isn’t here anymore, Buttercup. I killed her. I’m going to kill you now!” Her other hand grips my throat. 

“But Mom, you’re right here.” I struggle to breathe.

“I’M NOT YOUR MOM, DEAR! What is not clicking in that marshmallow head of yours? I’ve raised you the worst, hoping for a reaction. You always give me that sickly sweet smile and hug that stupid doll! This time, I’ll eat up that fear of yours and finally get my revenge!” 

“But Mom! I made you a card like Big Brother did! You ruined the surprise.” I yell, crying that I messed up.

She stares at the card in my hand and magically levitates it closer to her face.

“Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you for being the best mom ever and making cakes, even though they don’t taste as good as your pies.” She stops holding my throat and moves her hand away, green water drips down her face. 

“Mom, can we have pie now? I think Miss Princess would like to eat some too.” I smile through the tears. I grab Miss Princess and give it to Mom. She always makes me feel better and I know Mom likes her too. 

Mom’s hair suddenly regrows and her skin is as pale as a peach. The room warms up too.

“Ok yeah, yeah. Want to get some pie at Masters Bakery or from Auntie Meg next door?” She sniffles, wiping away the green from her neon eyes.

“If we go to Auntie Meg’s, you have to help her. I know no one else who makes better pies!” I excitedly bounce. Auntie Meg is the coolest but she cannot beat Mom. 

“I think she would like that.” Mom says, grabbing Miss Princess and my hand. Her eyes really were brown. 

“You better let Miss Princess help too! She does not like sitting with me while you cook!”

Your evil mother was killed by a demonic entity that took her form. It planned to torture you by revealing itself when you grew up, and feast on your terror and fear. When the day came, however, you felt no fear or despair. Instead, you thanked the demon for being the best mother ever.

Q

Dannymay 2023

6. Eclipse & 27. Rigns

I was planning to combine these prompts and draw space ancient Danny, but then "What if it was Dan?" popped in my head and I found that idea kind of fascinating.

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Dan was born from grief, rage and self-hatred by smashing two very different ghosts together. On the one hand I really like the idea of him healing with time and becoming more of his own ghost. And I like the idea of Clockwork seeing one very improbable future and deciding to push it to become reality (partly because he wants that for Dan and partly because Observants will freak out). But mostly my reasoning was just: Why not? (and honestly that's reason enough)

Dannymay 2023

15. Full Hazmat AU & 23. Rogue Gallery

My interpretation of DannyMay’s “Fantasy AU” prompt!

Cause let’s be honest, at this point 8 full hours is a fantasy for him 😭

day 7: Weapon

Danny thought he had been doing fine. It had been months already, and what had happened hadn’t been that bad, really. He had only been with the GIW for a few hours, after all, so they mostly just talked to him instead of anything worse.

But then someone had said the word.

He had no idea what had happened. All that Danny could remember was that he had just finished up a fight with some loose animal ghosts who were wrecking the mall, and someone had said it.

“What a monster, I swear…”

All he could see was the white of the walls, of their suits, of the painful spraypaint on the metal chair he was strapped to, and he ran. He had run somewhere far away in a terrified panic, and now he was sobbing on the sidewalk somewhere, head between his hazmat-clad knees. Danny couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, how awful it was, how lucky he was that it hadn’t been so, so much worse.

“What are your intentions, monster? If you do not answer, you will be punished.”

“...”

Danny froze his hands to ground, trying to reassure himself. It had been so hot in that room.

“Why do you imitate emotions, monster? If you do not answer, you will be punished.”

“I- I’m not imitating-”

He buried his face further into his hazmat’s black, far away from the white highlights. There had been no colour there, just white with touches of black and green from the weapons and restraints. They would never allow this much of something that wasn't white.

"Clean up the monster's mess. Ectoplasm stains, remember."

Danny must've been crying for at least 10 minutes when he saw a glimpse of teal from the small bit of his peripheral vision that wasn't covered up. "J-jazz?" He crawled over, easily melting the ice on his hands since she wasn't getting closer for some reason, and settled back into his previous position. He saw a glimpse of orange at some point, which must've been her hair.

"I'm not a monster, right Jazz? You'd tell me if I was, wouldn't you?" Jazz was talking now, but Danny couldn't understand any of the words she was saying. "Yeah, you would. 'm not a monster. I'm not- I'm not Dan. I'll never be- be him." Danny transforms back into a human, and hears some noises that might be some distant gasps and maybe even a small scream. Maybe he should go help… no, he's too tired. Val could deal with it.

"Can we go home, Jazz? I'm-" Danny yawns- "really tired. Please?" Instead of his sister's hands helping him to his feet like he expects, big arms pick him off the ground entirely. There's a voice, or maybe two, murmuring things like "of course, sweetie" and "we'd never leave you here, Danno" and these arms aren't his sister's but they remind him of the one time two years ago he fell asleep on the couch and his dad picked him up and carried him to bed, and the voices are similar in that they're familiar, but not Jazz, and Danny thinks he should be scared. He should be, but he's not, and it's because the voices are soothing, and the arms are hugging him close but not so much it hurts, and everything about this feels loving and kind in a way that does make him think of Jazz.

So Danny falls asleep, the green glow he was unaware of fading from his eyes, and let's himself be taken home by his parents.

Danny is just here to make sure you’re not up to no good in his town :)

Very minimal dp, mostly spooky rural vibes…

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Probably got so excited he forgot about the language barrier.

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