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[phandomwatch]

Join us for our mega 33-hour charity livestream on Saturday 8th and Sunday 9th of June to celebrate Dan's birthday and support the awesome @phandomgives fundraiser for Young Minds!

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While you're waiting, you can head over and make a donation to the fundraiser here - https://www.justgiving.com/page/danielhowell33

[lesbianphan]

Baz is in chat hanging out with the phannies! Join us at the @phandomwatch stream in honor of Dan's bday for the donation drive from @phandomgives. It's a fun time!

[phandomwatch]

Phoctober here we come!!!

Dan and Phil who?? We’ve been busy cooking up plans with @phandomwatch to celebrate a certain phandom’s 15th birthday 🎂

[marss-ipan]

me too, dan

[danandphileselevel4]

Absolutely dying at this 😆

Go follow @jackspepticeye on TikTok!

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[petermustdie]

i wonder if there's any non phannies who watch dan and phil's poppy playtime videos solely for the gameplay and they just wonder why the fuck phil is even there

[shouldering-worlds]

NOT ENOUGH OF YALL ARE TALKING ABOUT THE NAME A HAMILTON SONG BIT

please, the "name a woman," the Kahoot bit, the utter look of disappointed but not surprised from Dan, the panicked confusion on Phil's face

The videos are fucking art

[kaipassedgo]

GUYS

guess what we found at the thrift

bros i fear i MUST make phils sheets into phants for tit

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

ok everybody block dnp on all socials they have eyes everywhere. they know way too much. those omniscient fuckers are always watching. no one is safe.

like what do you MEAN you know about those stupid “real voice” compilations and people absolutely clowning about jumpcuts and smudged whiskers and what do you MEAN you’re aware of those 2009 phan theories people still debate to this day? what happened to “i don’t check my indirects” “i don’t go on the tags”?? i bet you’re lurking RIGHT NOW reading this very post. all men do is lie. can’t trust anyone 😤😪

[phandomwatch]

The countdown starts now!

Save the date for Dan's birthday celebration! Join us on Saturday 8th and Sunday 9th of June to celebrate Dan's day with 33 hours of Dan content, trivia and more in support the awesome @phandomgives fundraiser for Young Minds!

You can already donate to help Young Minds UK provide mental health care to young people in need in Dan's honour!

DONATE HERE

[phandomwatch]

Help us reach out next goal of £3500 so we can start with the raffles! We have very exciting prizes to start us off.

Come hang out with us in the livestream and reminder @phandomwatch will be doing their first giveaway when we hit £3.5k!!!

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[balshumetsbaragouin]

This piece has the most pastel colors of any I've done in the competition. Not my usual style, but the linework begged for something bright and soft. I broke out my oil brushes and just went to town painting in subtle changes in color to make this one. Thanks to @jackdaw-sprite for the truly amazing lines.

Title: Garden of Time

[danandphileselevel4]

So when Dan and Phil upload a video do you 1) watch the video normal and then 2) rewatch focusing on Dan and then 3) rewatch again watching Phil… or are you not psychotic like me?

[queerphil]

phil's favorite dad is the awkward one who talks too much. dan's favorite is the wholesome one you need in your life. which could mean nothing.

[10yearsofdnp]

'Perhaps in Sydney'? Fill us in please?

Ooooh yes, absolutely! (In reference to these tags)

So, "Perhaps in Sydney" comes from a liveshow dnp did in August 2018 on the Australian leg of the Interactive Introverts tour as part of their contract with YouNow's short-lived, horrendous app Rize. They were clearly pretty loopy from the jetlag and from touring the world for 4 months at this point. Towards the beginning of the show, Dan mentions that they might be filming some gaming videos and Phil very cagily says "Orrrr in Sydney. Either today or perhaps in Sydney." And Dan, with the fondest shit-eating grin asks Phil "Why? You don't think we're going to get around to it today, do you?" and they both giggle like teenagers. Based on what we know now... yeah, Phil was clearly craving an 11 hour fuck session. It's the exact same energy as their 2009 Skype sex tweets except now they're older and apparently not any wiser lmaooooo

BONUS: I actually forgot until I was going through my archive but they were actually super flirty this entire liveshow! Like, just look at this!! (x) Dan is so clearly winding Phil up and Phil is constantly leaning his head towards Dan. Get your foreplay out of our faces boys smh we didn't consent to this!