#dissec

[therealsirsticker]

Made a bracelet!💚💚💚

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #66

Both of the Fenton parents find out their son’s secret, separately, without anyone else knowing. But they have to keep up the act for each other, playing along like the ghost boy they’re trying to catch and vivisect isn’t their son.

They try their best to do their worst job at ghost hunting, but unfortunately their worst just isn’t bad enough.

They accidentally end up actually capturing Danny, bringing him to the lab and strapping him to the examination table and gagging him so he can’t say a word.

Maddie belts his head down with a pillow underneath “so it can’t injure itself and disrupt the operation.” She secretly combs her fingers through her baby’s hair.

Jack blindfolds him “so it can’t see where we are.” He subtly and gently squeezes his sons hand.

Danny notices that they’re both trying to comfort him, while making up an excuse to reassure the other. That all of this is unnecessary.

They are done with his abdominal cavity and well into digging around inside his exposed rib cage when he manages to get the gag off. Thankfully he tells them that they can stop pretending for each other before they cut into his heart trying to get to his core(because that’s where their readings and scans said that his core would be).

They were about to kill their son to keep up the act for each other.

[the-oaken-muse]

I've been listening to this playlist today and I think I'm getting the itch to rearrange the songs by vibe 🤔

danny phantom fanfiction writers/readers are allowed to use the term cozy horror bc theyve been saying shit like "what a long day... time to settle down with some vivisection!" and "aww 🥺 he's having his free will and original personality stripped away for the sake of love and he can't even tell so the audience has to look on in horror! <3<3" and "feeling self-indulgent... I should make my favorite character discover his own body is rotting right under him! but he should enjoy it!" for years

[whisperwarlock]

Ectober Day 11: Dread

[delicioustarong]

Me: "I don't like Creek"

Few mins later: *has 999 Creek doodles and Creek inspired OCs*

[schrodingersfic]

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received

I saw this going around and wanted to try!

all below wips are for dp! I’m only putting ones I’m actively trying / hoping to work on atm in the poll, hence why there’s not a lot ^^

[thegoldendoorknob]

Return of general Wishventure music list

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A Corner of Memories

It Began With A Letter

Undermine

Happy Town?

Creepy Castle

Gary

Team Rocket Encounter

Klungo

Spooky Scary Skeletons

Laura Plays The Piano

Leder’s Gymnopedie

It’s Raining Somewhere Else

Subcon Forest

Meeting Lolo

Wild World

Daytime Stroll In Kakashigahara

Lancer

Concerned About The Mountain Storehouse

Mr Resetti

Buzz Buzz’s Prophecy

White Noiz

The Great Boggly Tree

Ikoroshia

5PM

Innocent Girl

Silver

Battle Against A Mobile Opponent

Tartarus

Hollow Bastion

Forze Del Male Ghirahim 2

Eikichi

Testimony

Oleana

Gentle Rain

Heartfelt Fancy

Cross Examination

Madam

Lynette

Subcon Rift

Ryoshima Coast

Evening Harmony

Crystal Kingdom

8am

Zombeat

Hyuponia

Issun

Reasoning

Disquieting

A Railway in our village!

Empty House

Pepper Steak

Flowering Night

Ruse Of An Ooze

Run, My Dog, Run!

Clock Tower

Id Dilemna

Joined (For real)

A Walk In Andante

Welcome To The City

Attack of The Killer Queen

Clownpiece

Bottle's House

She Was Like A Sunflower

The Days When My Mother Was There

Mai’s Theme | Aki’s Theme

World Map

The Bridge People No Longer Cross

Waterfall

Labyrinth

Midnight Circus

Evening Stroll

Spinner

Retribution For The Eternal Night

Your Sanctuary

Je Te Veux

Signs of Love

Dating Start

!

4 Minutes Before Death

It’s Raining Somewhere Else

Song of Healing 

Heaven

Love (Reprise)

I'm Nobody's Hero

Grey Waves

Clock Towers Beneath The Sea

Moonsong

Route 10

Alice Twilight

Zacian/Zamazenta

End of All

Lancer fight

An Ending | Don’t Give Up

Wish Of The Princess

Always On My Mind

Goodbye Geno

Never More

[marsh-rabbit]

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[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #72 “Love my children”

Maddie has Phantom gagged and cut open on her lab table. She’s narrating to him about how this study will help advance the entire field of ectoscience, help them make more weapons to defend against the ghostly threat invading their town.

She tells him about how she’s doing this so her kids can live better, safer lives, that she doing this for them.

About how much she loves Jazz and Danny. About how much she loves her children.

Danny passes away convincing himself that she loves him, and is doing this for him.

[jackdaw-sprite]

@strawberrycamel's other poll has got me wondering:

If you've got other options, let's hear 'em!

[hannahmanderr]

"Please," Danny begged. His white bangs fell into his eyes. "You don't have to do this."

Maddie looked at him, and for the briefest of moments, he was taken aback by the inability to see her eyes through her red-tinted goggles. A special ecto-sensitive coating, she'd explained once. It allowed her to see traces of ectoplasm normally invisible to the naked eye.

He'd always wondered how she'd never seen the sheer excess of ectoplasm on and in him.

"You've left us no choice," she said. Her voice had a thick, dangerous quality to it, the kind that made Danny's heart and core race in fear.

"B-but I explained! I told you my secret! I told you everything! Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Not this time." Jack too had his hood and goggles on, a sign to Danny that he meant business this time around. "The consequences need to be paid."

Danny's breath caught in his throat as Maddie picked up the scalpel. It glinted threateningly in the bright overhead lights. "Please," he whispered again.

He choked back a sob as she lowered the scalpel and made the first cut.

"Danny, you're being overdramatic," she said with a sigh. "I mean really, what did you expect?"

"I thought you'd understand! I thought you'd see my side of the story!"

"For something like this?" Jack gestured at the metal examination table. "Why would we ever be okay with this?"

Danny winced. "Um... because it's funny?"

"This is your idea of funny?" Maddie asked heatedly as she peeled back the flaps of the cut. "Do you know what sort of trouble you've caused?"

He could only watch helplessly and the innards were exposed. Without the barrier to keep them in place, they began to spill over the sides.

"You know, maybe it's you guys who are being overdramatic!" he challenged, unable to tear his eyes away from the carnage. "I mean, come on! All this for a little prank?"

"This isn't a little prank!" As Maddie plunged her hand inside and began rooting around, Danny inhaled sharply. Thankfully, it only took her a few seconds to find what she was looking for. "Do you understand what you've done to your sister?" she asked, extracting her prize and holding it up to Danny's face.

He blinked once at the fuzz-covered Bluetooth speaker before smiling sheepishly. "Exposed her to the soothing sounds of Toad singing the USSR national anthem?"

Both parents sighed. "Did you really have to go and do it in her favorite stuffed animal?" Jack asked, disappointment evident in his voice. He nodded at the examination table again, currently occupied by one currently cut open Bearbert Einstein.

"I was gonna tell her eventually," Danny huffed. He reclined in midair. "I'm not that mean."

"Well, you're gonna fly upstairs and go apologize to Jazz while your father stitches him back up," Maddie said, jabbing a finger at the ceiling. "And then you can come right back and explain to us why on earth you would only just now decide to tell us your secret!"

Danny rolled his eyes (subtly, of course. No need to get in any more trouble). "Yes Mom," he mumbled dutifully. As he drifted up towards the ceiling, he sighed. "No one appreciates the artistry of Toad these days."

Danny revealed his secret right before the dissection began, hoping that they would stop.

They did not.

[tanuki-yuki]

I was asking myself for the longest time what could've happened to Mewo, looking back, I felt like the dissecation scene could be aluding to her being authanised, it'd make sense, since the butler says she has been ''bad'', and it's not uncomon for cats to become agressive, unstable or just plain sick when dealing with grief, specially considering she was Mari's cat, it'd also make sense as to why she is in the blank space and why she guides Sunny to the truth, anyways, Omori angst again for dinner, guess that's my life....

[five-rivers]

providence 1

[You might have noticed my absence from the phic phight up until now, but I've been working on this all month! This is the first chapter of a completed fic that is 9 chapters long. The prompts used are from @alexapiper @ash-rabbit @kinglazrus, with special thanks to @jackdaw-sprite @datawyrms and Lexie for beta and encouragement. Also tagging @kawaiijohn because although I didn't quite hit your prompt it's in very close proximity and it helped inspire me.]

[CW: Later chapters have some dissec.]

“Clockwork?” called Danny, softly, standing on the ground just outside the wide open doors. It felt more polite, somehow, to walk in, rather than flying. Normally, he might not care so much about being polite, but… He looked around the entrance of the tower, spotting lingering evidence of the fight with, well. With the other Danny. Phantom. Evil future Danny.

Danny hoped he picked a name soon. Figuring out what to call him when he hadn’t was annoying at best and terminally confusing at worst. He at least needed a distinct nickname or something. Because Formerly Evil Danny just wasn’t cutting it.

(Tucker was calling him Shadow the Hedgehog, and Danny hadn’t played enough Sonic the Hedgehog to know if that was a valid reference or not.)

He shifted the weight of the bag in his hands, debating just… dropping it off. That felt rude, but after everything, barging into Clockwork’s home would be extra rude. Especially since it would be him doing the barging. Him, Danny, aka an alternate version of the person that had wrecked Clockwork’s home, merged with him, and broke the timeline to the point of weakening his powers indefinitely.

Then again, the doors were open, he had a strong sense of being watched, and despite visiting before, Danny was always curious about the inside of the tower. Time and space were, after all, sort of the same thing, and it seemed like he noticed something new and interesting every time he was there.

And he was worried about Clockwork.

Being forcibly merged with another ghost couldn’t be healthy, not to mention the damage to the timeline.

Maybe he’d just–

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork from the depths of a shadow.

Danny jumped into the air, startled, then, sheepishly, set himself back down on the floor. Clockwork could time jumpscares perfectly, and the way only his outline and the glow of his eyes were visible only added to the effect.

“Hi,” he said. Then he held up the bag. “I brought–”

“Apology fudge, several types of tea, and a thumb drive with an almost certainly unnecessary security update for my time medallions.”

“Tucker wanted to contribute, and he didn’t have enough time to finish the scarf,” explained Danny, lingering on the threshold.

“Naturally,” said Clockwork. “Do come in, Daniel.” Clockwork faded back into the shadows and Danny followed.

“So,” said Danny, trailing after Clockwork, “how is cleaning up going? The, um, repairs?”

From what Danny could see, they weren’t going anywhere. Or, at least, they hadn’t progressed past the point of pushing rubble to the sides and making the walls whole. This was only the entryway.

(The view of the tower from the distance hadn’t been great, either, though. Cracks big and small ran through the whole structure, giving it a ruined and abandoned appearance. Glimpses of things inside the tower through cracked walls and shattered glass didn’t help. At one point, Danny had mistaken a shiny silver gear for the white of an enormous eye. At least, he hoped that it was actually a gear.)

Clockwork cast a glance back over his shoulder, the dim lighting leaving the left side of his face in shadow. “Well enough. It is the damage to time that I am focused on, rather than the damage to my dwelling.”

“Is there anything I could help with?” offered Danny, uncertainly. “Or– You probably don’t want me here.” Which was painful enough on its own. “I could just drop these off–”

He tripped over a loose stone in the floor.

“Flying wouldn’t be rude,” continued Clockwork, apparently choosing to ignore Danny’s rambling. “We are both ghosts.”

“Right,” said Danny, lifting off and flying after Clockwork. “Where are we going?”

“My workshop,” said Clockwork. “There is something I want to show you.”

Despite his general (and possibly misplaced) guilt, Danny perked up. Despite scattered visits to Clockwork (mostly for apologies regarding various temporal misadventures or attempts at paying Clockwork back), he’d never seen Clockwork’s workshop.

They traveled through a short passageway, full of all sorts of wall clocks, from old-fashioned pendulum and weight clocks to cuckoo clocks to cat-shaped clocks with swinging tails to clocks that could have come from a Casper High classroom to utilitarian digital clocks. Some of the clocks were whole and functional. Many more were broken and still. The edges of the hall, the corners where the walls met the floor, were covered with broken glass.

At the end of the passageway was a set of cracked-glass doors. In the cracked glass, Danny saw reflections. But not reflections of the hallway as it was. There were flashes of purple, of white fire, of impossibly huge, bloodshot eyes. Danny spun, reflexively trying to see what was behind them.

“The doors–”

“An unfortunate side-effect,” said Clockwork.

“Of what?” asked Danny, turning back to the door. The eyes were gone, at least, but, as a matter of personal preference, the Nasty Burger mid-explosion wasn’t much better.

Clockwork just held open the door, head still tilted slightly away from Danny. Keeping one eye on Clockwork (he was acting weird, even for him), Danny slid into the room.

Oddly, the first impression Danny had was of the basement lab back home in Fentonworks. The colors were different - stone and brass with highlights of blue and purple, as opposed to plastic and chrome with highlights of green and red - but the workbenches had the same feeling of cluttered organization, of chaos with bubbles of order around ongoing projects.

But those projects weren't like anything Danny had seen in the lab.

There was one of the time viewers, the image in it glitching and blurring around the edges, a set of candles full of nails in strange patterns, something like a pair of glasses with over a dozen lenses held onto it with spidery arms, a small wall clock casing full of what appeared to be an ocean, a detailed map of a galaxy, stuck with pins, an exquisitely detailed orrery with dozens of planets–

Danny pulled himself away from the orrery (the model of Jupiter had over a dozen moons!), then a grandfather clock that included the phases of the moon, then the pieces of a tiny and absolutely precious pocket watch, laid out on a piece of black velvet, and, then, finally, he was able to return his attention to Clockwork, who, thankfully, didn’t seem upset. Much.

He still wasn’t looking directly at Danny, instead studying something on a nearby table. Danny couldn’t tell what, exactly, with Clockwork’s solid-color eyes.

“What did you want to show me?” Danny asked.

Clockwork picked one clock - a small, old-fashioned alarm clock - up from a teetering stack of books on the table and handed it to Danny, taking the bag of fudge, tea, and tech from him and putting it on an empty stool. “Wait a minute.”

There was a ratcheting sound, and, all at once, the bells of the tower began to toll, from the enormous, booming bell at the very top of the tower, to the shrill alarm clock in his hands. Danny startled at the sudden noise, inadvertently throwing the alarm clock into the air. He lunged for it, trying to catch it before it could knock into something important or delicate. He did, but then he knocked into something important: the time viewer.

Or, he thought he’d knock into it. Instead, he slipped into its surface, like it was a portal, before Clockwork caught him by the elbow.

“Careful,” he said, almost teasingly. He tapped the top of the still-ringing alarm clock with his staff, silencing it.

Danny blinked, frowned, then wriggled, pulling himself out of the viewer. Clockwork let go of his arm and drifted backward, holding his staff with both hands and morphing into his oldest, most wizened form. Only his mouth and red eyes were visible beneath the shadow of his hood.

“What was that?” asked Danny. “I thought that you needed one of your medallions to go through one of those.”

“Perhaps,” said Clockwork. “But if that is the case, then how has this occurred?”

“Are you… asking me?”

“That is generally what is implied, with a question,” said Clockwork.

“Um,” said Danny. He looked down at the alarm clock. “Is this a time medallion, somehow? Like, not the shape, obviously, but…”

“And how would you test that hypothesis?” asked Clockwork.

Danny looked back up at Clockwork, then at the clock again. He put it back on the table, then, hesitantly, touched the time viewer. His hand went right through it, up to the wrist, before he snatched it away. He looked down at it with consternation.

“So, I guess that isn’t it,” he said.

Clockwork hummed noncommittally.

“You’re going to have to give me a hint, here,” said Danny.

“Consider: do you have what is, perhaps, an unusual relationship with time?” asked Clockwork.

Danny stared at him blankly, and Clockwork sighed.

“Have you had any uncommon interactions with the timeline in your past? Have you done things with time that wouldn’t be possible for a normal person?”

A blush rose in Danny’s cheeks. Yes, he knew he had an ‘unusual relationship’ with time. He’d time traveled more often than Marty McFly (probably, he hadn’t counted). Normal people didn’t do that. But the way that Clockwork asked had made it seem like there was some other meaning.

“Well, yeah. But when I asked you to send me back to Vlad’s accident I still had to use…” He trailed off. “That was before, um, Phantom, um.” Danny sucked his lips in, unsure of how to phrase what had happened delicately, much less clearly. “The weird time slips, those were all centered on me. Everyone else who noticed them was close to me.”

“In more ways than one,” agreed Clockwork.

Danny looked back at the glitching time viewer and made a face at it. The image was of a distant forest fire, smoke billowing up from the side of a hill. It hadn’t seemed particularly threatening before, but now that he knew he could fall in by mistake, he wondered if he shouldn’t edge away from it.

He looked back at Clockwork, meeting both red eyes for a split second. “Is that the only…” He trailed off, surprised.

Clockwork turned away again, swiftly. “Unfortunately, the nature of these effects makes it difficult for me to see with any clarity.”

Danny shook his head, forcibly reorienting himself on the conversation. He could process what he’d seen later. Hopefully. “You were still able to do the mind-reading trick pretty well.”

The corner of Clockwork’s lip that Danny could see twitched upward. “As I have told you before, I cannot read minds. I can only see timelines where you say what you are thinking.”

“Which is basically the same as reading minds,” replied Danny, thankful that they’d had this exchange so many times that his response was automatic. His thoughts were spinning, and stopping himself from blurting them out was close to impossible, so it probably was a good thing Clockwork couldn’t read minds.

“It is significantly more prone to error,” said Clockwork, with a shrug. “In any case, now you are aware of this phenomenon.”

“Right,” said Danny. He nodded to himself, as if the gesture would magically grant him the ability to know what he was doing. “Now I know. Your–” He cut himself off and chewed on his bottom lip. “Is there anything I can do to help you fix things? Or even just clean up?”

“I was under the impression that you were spending most of your time trying to learn how to be a bridge between humans and ghosts,” said Clockwork, rearranging tools on one of the workbenches.

“Well, yes,” said Danny, “but helping out is part of that, right? And this is, you know, sort of my fault, so…”

Clockwork paused, put down the tool he was holding, then looked directly at Danny. Which meant that Danny saw Clockwork’s scar again, and the way it had changed.

He swallowed.

“The events that led to this damage were not your fault, Daniel.”

“They kind of were, though,” said Danny, his shoulders rising. “I mean, it’s my fault that the other me exists, so, this is, too.”

Clockwork raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer that the other Phantom not exist?”

“No,” said Danny, hurriedly. “At the beginning, but– But not now.” After separating from Clockwork and being stabilized by the clone, future Danny was much less murdery.

“He is his own person, separate from you, and has been so for some time. His actions are not yours, and your actions are not his.”

Danny licked his lips, wanting to protest, but nodded. Then, unable to stop himself, blurted, “Clockwork, your scar–”

“And that is certainly not your fault,” said Clockwork, covering the eye and turning away again.

Danny felt his heart drop. He wanted to believe that, but with how Clockwork was acting, he couldn’t. The last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar–

When was the last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar? Had it been right after the fight with the fused Phantom-and-Clockwork? Or had Clockwork been hiding it then? Had it been before? Danny couldn’t remember.

Either way, the last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar, it had been a simple, healed-over gash, dark against ghostly flesh, rather than pale the way a human scar would be, thin and straight, almost the platonic ideal of a scar. Now, it was a twisting, branching thing, with burnt edges. Danny knew that shape. He knew it intimately.

He raised his hand to touch his chest, just below his heart.

“You will need to leave now, if you are to return before your parents miss you,” said Clockwork. “Remember that they no longer are aware of your secret.”

Danny nodded, and while he didn’t flee the tower, he left at a far greater speed than he’d entered. As he flew back to the portal, two, no, three thoughts ran through his mind over and over again.

Why did Clockwork’s scar now look like a Lichtenberg figure? What had done that to him?

What could Danny do to help?

[silverwing013]

What I Can Give

Jazz perhaps gives more thought about Danny and looking out for him than he gives thoughts of her. More than what Jazz knows other older siblings do. But her and Danny had been each other's closest friend for practically all their lives.

Him and her shared the same friends. Well, up until Danny hit his teenage rebellion phase. But he is still her brother. Jazz can wait it out. And do what she can for him in the meantime, have his back and support him and all that good stuff. (Even when he's being a little shit and she wants to kill him)

Jazz just knows and dreams of the time they can be close again in the future after Danny is done with this phase of life. She knows he still loves her past all the crap. Just as she still loves him.

But Jazz can't quite figure out why Danny's been wincing in pain these days. Unable to fix it. To know its cause. It is killing her.

The discovery and decision about the truth...

It is certainly going to kill something in Jazz's life.

Phic Phight 2025!

Prompts used:

@lostlitany

Jazz doesn’t know what to do. Her brother is hurting, she sees it in the winces, and flinches, she hears it in the hisses and groans on the other side of their shared bedroom wall. He says he’s fine. She’s not, though.

@lovelyunknown

Jazz being a good older sister.

No one knows AU

@lexosaurus

Obligatory "dissec" fic

[tourettesdog]

Whenever I consider the Concept of Little Baby Man dissec, this is all that comes to mind