#dannymay day 8 gravity

[ajitated]

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.

[danny-phantom-writings]

Let’s Try Something Different This Time - Pt 8 - Gravity

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!

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The following morning was warm and bright, the chill of the night long forgotten. Dan sat in the branches of a tree, back leaning against the trunk, arms crossed, as he looked out over the garden, not really seeing it. He was too busy thinking.

He had decided that the thing from last night had to be a ghost of some kind, even if he couldn’t sense it. It must be able to create these illusions, like the fires that weren’t real, in which case it made some vague sort of sense that he wouldn’t have been able to sense it. He didn’t really understand it, though. He was sure the woman might be able to tell him something. She had lived here for a while and had previously mentioned something else putting her on edge. Was it this thing that had done it, or was it something else? Perhaps he should ask her about it.

As if somehow called by his thoughts, the back door opened, the woman stepping out with an empty bag slung over her shoulders. She took a deep breath of the morning air and let it out slowly, a content little smile on her face.

He was a bit confused when, instead of tending to her garden like one would expect, she went into the woods. He followed her, just to see what she was up to. There wasn’t much else for him to do right now anyways, so he might as well. He might ask her about that thing, if he felt like it. He wasn’t sure about that one yet, wasn’t quite sure yet whether or not it was a good idea. Having any sort of conversation with her would practically ruin his plans, which meant no fun for him. Any interaction would if he didn’t think it through carefully first.

The walk through the woods was slow, but it was pleasant. The morning was even nicer under the shade of the trees, the sunlight falling in a soft dappled pattern across the leaf strewn ground. It caught in the woman’s hair occasionally, turning black curls into dark chocolate.

Eventually, she stopped, looking up into the branches of the trees. Only took a glance to see what she was after. He smirked, amused. Was that really what all this was about? She was just out picking apples. Not quite as entertaining as he had hoped it would be, but whatever.

She paced around the group of apple trees a bit before adjusting the bag on her shoulder and starting to climb. He wasn’t sure why. There were plenty of apples on the bottom branches, well within reach. But no, she was now nestled amongst the highest, thinnest branches. It looked like an accident waiting to happen. But she was filling her bag pretty quickly. Maybe she’d finish before the branch she was leaning on gave out. Based on the quiet creaking (she had to hear it, even if her hearing wasn’t as good as his.) he wouldn’t hold his breath.

Sure enough, before long the branch gave a loud CRACK.

He hadn’t processed what he had done until it was already done and when he had he cursed himself for being so reactionary.

When he had heard the crack, he had darted forward, faster than the woman could see to grab her. His core told him he had to do it, so he reacted without thought. Of course, that meant he had hold of the cursing woman. There were plenty of other ways to prevent her from falling that didn’t involve him revealing himself at such an inopportune moment and ruining his “scare her mad” scheme, but there was nothing he could do about that now. He supposed he’d just have to try and salvage the situation.

He lowered the woman to the ground and dropped her, watching her fall ungracefully with a smirk of amusement. He decided to stay floating, towering over her. He’d be more intimidating that way.

“Well, I see we’re trying to fight with gravity today.” He teased with a sneer.

The woman growled and shoved herself off the ground, glaring up at him the best she could.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” She turned her back to him, brushing off the dirt and grabbing her bag.

“That’s an odd way to say thanks, but I’ll accept it. You’re welcome.”

She picked up the apples scattered on the ground with a sigh, putting them back in her bag before turning back to him.

“Sorry about that. I tend to lash out when I get rattled.”

“You don’t say? I could never have guessed.”

“Alright, the extra helping of sarcasm isn’t necessary, big guy.” She was smirking right along with him, though, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’m Nita, by the way. I noticed you never asked.”

“Because I don’t care.” Dan said, allowing himself to look bored.

The woman, Nita he supposed, nodded, looking like she had come to some sort of realization.

“Alright, I get you. You are an asshole. At least I got that part right.”

Dan chuckled, crossing his arms.

“I suppose you could say that. Genocidal maniac, psychopath, sadist, or monster would also work.”

Nita laughed loud, knocking him a bit off balance. He frowned at her, falling onto his feet

“Alright, edgelord, whatever you say.” She waved him off, turning her back to him to walk back home.

Shit. He messed this whole thing up, didn’t he? So much for his plan.

[five-rivers]

Gravity Games

Oof, just sneaking this in before midnight.

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“We already know you can walk on walls, Danny,” said Sam. “It’s cool and all, but why bring us all the way out here?”

“No, no,” said Danny. He gestured to the red bricks by his feet. “I’m not doing this.”

“Yes, you are,” said Tucker. “We can both see you.”

“No, I mean, I’m not using ghost powers to do this.”

Sam and Tucker frowned and examined the wall of the park more closely. It was an out of the way corner, the sight of it blocked off from the rest of the park by the restrooms and a large tree, otherwise Danny wouldn’t have even tried this, no matter what he saw that squirrel do.

“Are you sure?” asked Sam, after a minute.

“Positive. Like, you have to touch the right bricks, otherwise it doesn’t work, and being near the edge—” he pointed to the top of the wall “—is weird, but it’s definitely not my ghost powers. It’s that gravity is weird here.”

“Don’t a lot of ghost fights wind up going through here?” asked Tucker. “Do you think it might, I don’t know, stick, somehow?”

“If it was like that,” said Danny, “my whole house would be that way.”

“Have you ever tried walking on the walls not as a ghost?” asked Sam. She grimaced and muttered something under her breath about grammar.

“Believe it or not, yes,” said Danny. “It’d be way easier to vacuum the walls if it worked like that. I wouldn’t even have to hide it from Mom and Dad. Anyway, I think there are a few other places around that are kind of like this, though. Where physics are kind of… broken, I guess.” He frowned. “Like that road that’s shorter than it should be one way, and longer the other, even though it’s the same length…” He trailed off.

“Okay, before we start in on that, let’s make sure this is an actual thing, and not your ghost powers,” said Sam. “Where do I need to step to make this work?”

Danny showed her.

It really wasn’t just his ghost powers.

“And I can just… walk around?”

“Yeah, as far as I can tell, it acts just like normal gravity except for the direction. I was able to hang off the top of the wall, even. I wouldn’t recommend it for you, though.”

“Why not?”

“I can fly. You’d just drop.”

“Ah. Yeah. That would be… yeah,” said Sam. “But you said it got weird?”

“That isn’t weird enough?”

“Fair. What about the other walls?” she pointed.

Danny shrugged. “Act as walls. You can lean on them. It’s weird.”

“You can lean on them anyway,” said Tucker, as Sam did a few experimental hops. “They’re walls.”

“Yeah, but not from this direction,” said Danny. “Trust me, it’s weird.”

“You don’t have to trust him,” said Sam. “Come on and try it, coward.”

Tucker, having proven on multiple occasions that he was the exact opposite of a coward, rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Holy ghosts, you’re right, this is weird.”

“See? I told you.”

“Cool, cool,” said Tucker. “But, uh, hate to be the one who asks this, but how do we get off?”

“Oh, easy, you just touch the ground.”

“What, like thi—” Tucker failed to catch himself as gravity reasserted itself in the proper direction. “Ow.”

“You okay?”

“My pride isn’t.”

“Fair,” said Danny, taking advantage of his ability to fly and his nonstandard sense of balance to just walk off the wall. “Want a hand?” he asked Sam.

“No, I’ve got it,” said Sam, carefully extending her hands.

“I hate both of you,” said Tucker, still face-down in the grass.

“Aw, we love you, too,” said Danny, making a kissy face.

“I can’t see you, but I can hear you, and it’s my turn with the thermos tonight. I can make things very inconvenient for you.”

“But you won’t.”

“But I won’t,” agreed Tucker, finally moving. He pushed his glasses back up his nose. “You said there were other spots that were like this?”

“Oh, yeah. Loads.”

“Can you show us?”

.

No one really went under the underpass, not even homeless people, which was really a pity because this was wild.

Although, come to think of it, that might be why no one went under the underpass.

Danny put another stone in the air.

“They just stay there?” asked Sam.

“As long as you put them on this level, yeah,” said Danny. “But if you give them any momentum, it stays and they move out and then fall, so you have to be careful about how you let them go.”

“Even if you push them up?”

“Yeah. It looks really weird, though, watch.” He nudged the pebble up, and it continued in that direction for a moment before turning and falling.

“It looked normal to me,” said Tucker.

“It doesn’t follow proper ballistic motion,” said Danny. “It doesn’t accelerate when it’s in that stripe. Watch again, okay?” He did it with another rock.

“I’m still not seeing it.”

Sam patted Danny’s back. “I think you just have a better eye for physic-related things than we do.”

Danny sighed.

“Alright, what else do you have?” asked Tucker, making some kind of note on his PDA.

.

“Oh, jeez, oh, heck, oh, jeez,” said Tucker. “Why am I friends with you? Literally, this sucks, this sucks so much. Get me down, get me down, get me down.”

“You are down,” said Danny.

“I am not down, I am a hundred feet up and upside down, I swear, Danny, if you don’t—”

Danny sighed and pulled him off the manhole cover.

“Oh,” said Tucker.

“It’s just an illusion,” said Danny.

“You could have warned me.”

“You didn’t wait,” said Danny, frowning.

“Sorry, that’s my fault,” said Sam, raising her hand. “I dared him to.”

“Even if it’s an illusion,” said Tucker, pausing to catch his breath. “That’s kind of dangerous. It’s a good thing no one really walks by here…”

“Yeah,” agreed Danny. “It’s a good thing all of this is out of the way. So far, anyway…”

“What’s up?” asked Sam.

Danny made a face. “Just… thinking about how it would be good if we could, I don’t know, make a map and tell people about this kind of stuff. So they wouldn’t accidentally get trapped or hurt or something. Maybe we could make flyers, or something.”

“Yeah, who’d believe us, though?” asked Sam, shrugging.

“We could try and get your parents involved?” suggested Tucker.

“Let’s… let’s leave that for a last resort,” said Danny. “Right now… Just something to keep in mind, I guess? Especially if we really do find something dangerous, or one of those, what did they call them… a natural ghost portal. I mean,” he continued, frowning, “there have to be some of those around. Not all the ghosts come through our portal.”

“Your Dad’s security is kind of rubbish,” said Tucker.

“Not that rubbish,” said Danny, “and they’ve upgraded it a bunch since the whole Johnny thing.” He glared at the memory.

Tucker’s PDA beeped. “Oh, I’ve got to get home,” he said. “Can you fly me home?”

“You’re still using your PDA to schedule things?”

“It worked, didn’t it? Besides, I’ve got all the places coded, so if Skulker steals her again, she’ll send him to Timbuktu.”

“I’d feel bad for Timbuktu,” said Danny, “but, yeah, I’ll fly you home. Sam?”

“I actually want to stop by the book store,” she said. “See you tomorrow?”

“Okay,” said Danny.

“You’d better have some even weirder stuff for us to see,” she said, not quite walking backwards.

“Will do!” said Danny. He turned to Tucker. “So, do you want to do this under the arms, piggyback, or bridal?”

[alitheakorogane]

Day 8 - Gravity

(Defying Gravity)

So if you care to find me,

Look to the western sky!

As someone told me lately,

"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"

And if I'm flying solo,

At least I'm flying free!

To those who ground me,

Take a message back from me!

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I am sorry for the delay, I have real-life commitments to attend to! Here is my Day 8, with the prompt Gravity!

As you can see, this is based on the song "Defying Gravity" from the Broadway musical Wicked. I can now imagine Danny and Sam singing that. 😂

[coffeecakecafe]

dannymay 2021: day 8 - GRAVITY

I think a space obsession should come with space powers and also I think gravity counts as a space power. I know he started out op but what if he could do the cool meteor attack from videogames? like might as well go all in lol

[tumbling-darkling]

Dannymay Day 8 - Gravity

So let’s say one night closely following the accident, Danny wakes up with his nose touching the ceiling and freaks out, afraid his parents would find him looking like a kid from the Exorcist. So he buys some weighted blankets (or the equivalent because those things are expensive so he just stuffs heavy stuff into a blanket) and trains himself to NOT float when he sleeps. The thing is, a body and mind doesn’t always work together, and what he accidently did train his body, but to stay in whatever position he fell asleep in. So good thing, he doesn’t float UP. But gravity is non existent to him when he sleeps so now he just remains in place.

Kwan and Dash suddenly think that Danny has really extreme upper body strength and Dash leaves him alone for the following month in fear of pushing Danny so far, he would snap and throw a very intense punch that Dash full heartedly believes will shatter his ribs.

[elchampwon]

Dannymay Day 8- Gravity

He would.

[camels-pen]

How to Take Out a Ghost by TooFineFoley

DannyMay Day 8 - Gravity

Summary: Valerie wanted to know how Team Phantom got so good at ghost hunting, but this isn't what she was expecting at all.

(she's glad she saw it though; it really helped with her self esteem)

Inspired by @danny-phantom-slut's posts on this tumblr thread

(1st part of The Meddling Jerkwad League series)

Ao3 Link

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Valerie hovered the mouse over the play button, turning to her friend. “You know, this isn’t what I had in mind when I said I wanted to see how you guys hunt ghosts.”

Sam smirked. “Just watch it; it’s definitely better than anything you were expecting.” Valerie furrowed her brows in worry, but she turned back to the computer.

She hit play.

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“Okay Tuck, when you’re ready.” Tucker cleared his throat.

“Hello, lovely people of the internet. My name’s TooFineFoley and today I’ll be showing you how to properly take out a ghost!” he said, hefting a large bazooka with ‘TFF’ painted in big blue letters over the Fenton logo. Tucker made a show of looking around before motioning to come closer. The camera moved forward and he put a finger to his mouth. “Shh, there's one close by,” he whispered.

He pointed upwards and the camera swung up. Above them, Phantom was floating on his back as he admired the night sky with a calm smile on his face.

The camera came back down to focus on Tucker who was now on one knee and aiming directly for the ghost boy. He grinned wide before pulling the trigger.

“Phantom! We need your help; there’s-” A woman in a magician’s outfit appeared out of thin air, directly in the line of fire. Tucker’s face changed from giddy to horrified. Then the hit and his reaction were replayed again in slow motion.

The video cut to the camera being held facing the rooftop, aimed at a pair of black combat boots. In the background, the only sounds are Tucker apologizing profusely to someone about misfires and flower bouquets.

“It’s alright, really,” the woman’s voice said, her urgent tone still present. “But right now we’ve got bigger fish to fry. Or rather, bigger ghosts.”

“Ghosts?” Phantom’s echoing voice was filled with confusion. “But I’m right here?”

“Yeah, we would’ve heard if there was an attack going on.” Sam’s voice chimed in, louder than the others.

“It’s not in Amity Park. It’s up there.” The large bazooka fell to the rooftop, rolling slightly to rest against Sam’s boot in the frame.

“Please please please take us with you!” Tucker begged. “We can help Da-, uh, Phantom take down the ghost!” There was a brief moment of silence. Then the microphone picked up a muffled groan.

“Oh, uh, yeah. They should come.” The magician sighed and mumbled something about there being no time before a bright light engulfed the screen. The camera turned to static.

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“You brought kids?!” A voice off screen yelled, followed by the sounds of dozens of heavy objects slamming into metal, something snapping, then a crash.

“She brought Team Phantom!” Sam yelled back. The camera readjusted so that it was now looking at the fight scene in front of them.

Hundreds of glowing boxes and cubed objects of various sizes flew at dangerously high speeds around the room while Green Arrow, Superman, and a few others were attempting to either dodge and weave through the projectiles or fly straight through the chaos to catch the ghost at the center of the tornado. The camera panned quickly to the left where John Constantine swore colorfully.

“Zee I told you to only bring Casper, not his sidekicks!” he yelled, putting up a large magic shield as one section of an air vent came flying at him.

The camera shook as a hand came into view, flipping him the bird.

“We’re not sidekicks!” Tucker said indignantly. Constantine ignored them and turned to Phantom.

“Listen, I don’t know what these chuckleheads did, but somehow a ghost managed to get up here and you’re the only one we know who can take care of it.”

“We’ve been trying to call you for hours!” Green Arrow shouted across the room as he dodged under a speaker blaring Britney Spears. “Where the hell were you?!”

Sam groaned and muttered a soft curse and Tucker chuckled nervously. Phantom yelled something inaudible back as he whirled through the air trying to shoot some of the boxes down. One of the larger boxes came shooting towards the camera and it was about to connect when it was suddenly yanked out of the way.

Something sparked wildly at the corner of the screen and a robotic voice announced the failure of the artificial gravity system. The camera started to float in the air for a few moments before a hand waved in front of the screen and grabbed it, covering most of the lens.

The sound of screeching, air blowing heavily on the mic, loud thumps, and, finally, an introduction.

“I am The Box Ghost!” the ghost yelled. “Master of all things Cardboard and Cubed!”

The fingers slid away from the lens revealing a glowing green bubble around the camera. The camera focused on the center of the room where a short blue ghost in purple overalls held up his arms and wiggled his fingers menacingly.

“Now tremble in fear as I turn the Watchtower into... THE BOX TOWER!” The sound of maniacal laughter filled the large room and many of the lights blew out, while the rest turned an extremely bright blue.

Phantom blew raspberries.

“You guys needed us for Boxy??” He clutched his stomach and laughed his head off. The camera moved from Phantom to some heroes still dodging or destroying boxes and back to Phantom. He continued laughing hysterically, Sam’s snorting and Tucker’s cackling joining in.

When Superman finally got to the ghost and punched through him, the three of them started howling and the camera was left floating freely in the air once more.

The video was sped up. High pitched laughter continued on for several minutes as various heroes passed by the screen, some turning to say something to Phantom who was still clutching his stomach, but now intangible so all the projectiles passed harmlessly through him. The bubble moved quickly a few times to dodge incoming boxes and then Phantom started to calm down. He flew intangibly through the swirling disaster of debris and boxes to float in front of the Box Ghost. The video resumed at normal speed.

“Alright enough games.” The ghost boy pointed to the ground. “Put ‘em down.”

“Foolish child, I-”

“I mean it Boxy,”—he crossed his arms—“or else you get a week of Soup Time.” The Box Ghost pouted, but obliged, slumping his shoulders and letting the boxes and cubed objects float on their own.

Phantom nodded. “Good, now hold on for a minute while I have a chat with the League.”

After several minutes, the camera dropped a few centimeters before fumbling in two pairs of hands. Muffled sounds and one “I got it!” and then it steadied, watching the glowing green bubble slowly recede and turn into a platform. Slowly, the combat boots and a pair of red runners were set down on the floor as the camera swiftly moved to focus on the ghost. He noticed and turned to it.

“I am the Box Ghost!” he shouted, floating over to the camera. “Fear me!”

“Shh,” an echoey voice said off screen. The camera turned to the huddled heroes. Phantom was facing the ghost and put a finger to his lips, pointing to a spot beside the Zeta tubes. “Boxy go play in the corner for a minute, okay? The superheroes are talking.” Grumbling, Box Ghost complied, all the boxes he was controlling moving to create a fort beside the box-stuffed Zeta tubes. A faraway “What the fuck?” could be heard from the group off screen.

Tucker scooted over to the fort followed closely by the camera, he and Sam arguing about the ethics of forcing ‘Danny’ to have a day off. The camera was handed off to a pair of black hands and then the goth yanked the ghost out by his overalls, pinning him against the front wall of boxes.

“When we said ‘get lost where he couldn’t find you’ we didn’t mean space,” Sam hissed.

“Your exact words were, and I quote,”—he pitched his voice lower—“‘You could get lost in space for all I care, just don’t be around Amity today!’”

“Okay that one’s on you,” Tucker said. Sam glared at the camera. It shifted slightly and a hand waved around in front of the screen, unperturbed. “We meant, like, Chicago or something.”

“Or at least not the Watchtower.” She shook her head. “Seriously, were you listening at all when we told you why we wanted you gone today?”

“What does it matter now,” the ghost said, rolling his eyes, “this Justice League will likely attempt to interrogate me as to my goals here,”—he puffed out his chest—“but of course, I, The Box Ghost, could never-”

“You better not snitch,” she said in a low tone, narrowing her eyes. The Box Ghost shrunk back, nodding fervently. “Good.” The girl let him go and the camera was traded off once more.

The camera refocused on Tucker grinning widely. “Oops!” he said loudly, popping off the Thermos cap to ‘accidentally’ suck up the ghost.

Off screen, Phantom yelled, “Tucker!”.

[shinygoldstar]

DannyMay Day 8 - Gravity (or lack thereof)

from an earlier post

[dannys-phantoms]

Gravity

DannyMay 2021 Day 8: Gravity

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Danny starts finding it more difficult to stay on the ground.

Danny had taken to wearing lead in his shoes. Well, they weren’t lead, per se, but they were pretty damn close. The same website that Sam bought her platforms on had quite the men’s range, and this particular pair he’d found had extremely striking steel toe caps. They were thick and clunky, and even a month ago they’d have been too heavy for him to wear. Now, though, he was looking for something heavier.

It had started gradually. Little things, like having a little extra bounce in his step or being buffeted more than usual by the wind. He’d not noticed how much lighter he’d got until it became a problem. The first major sign was when he’d awoken to a sore head, having bumped it on the ceiling when he’d floated upwards during the night.

“Chains,” Jazz had said with a resolute nod. “You need chains.”

Soon enough, she’d tethered him to the bed with metal chains she’d found in the basement, which kept him in place just like a weighted blanket. It definitely did the trick for now, but would be hard to explain away if his parents were to ask. It took over an hour for the red marks to fade from his skin whenever he got up.

When Danny had started to drift out of his chair at school, Sam had yanked him back down onto the wood, and insisted on the shoes.

“People are going to see you,” she pointed out, and he had to admit that such thing was less than ideal.

And then there was gym class. The clod stompers weren’t exactly regulation, and Ms Tetslaff insisted he take them off.

“In my gym, it’s either you wear sneakers or you clean the bleachers!”

She soon changed her mind when he jumped to shoot a basket, and just kept soaring, up and up and up. Wes approached him later and suggested putting a few weights in his pockets – but only if Danny had a good belt. There was no need to repeat the ‘pants falling down' fiasco.

“I know you don’t want to hear this,” said Tucker hesitantly, “but this can’t just continue. It’s scaring us all, not just me. You’re going to end up disappearing on the horizon like a helium balloon.”

When it had become almost impossible to stay on the ground with heavy shoes, weights in his pockets, and chains around his neck, he had to admit he needed help. There were two options, and he was loathe to do either. Option A was telling his parents, something he’d never want to do in a million years, and option B was visiting Vlad, which might have gotten him killed.

He picked option B.

Sitting on (or rather, floating above) Vlad’s lab chair, he was poked and prodded for hours. He had both of his friends standing beside him, tapping their feet impatiently on the tiled floor.

“Yep, you’re still dead,” Vlad muttered, taking a reading from the thermometer under Danny’s tongue.

Sam scowled. “So what’s happening to him then?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just don’t know?”

“No,” he admitted with a sigh, and raked a hand through his hair. “This never happened to me. I certainly don’t know why it’s happening now.”

Danny rose higher.

“You should probably stay inside, little badger, lest you float yourself away.”

“But he can’t just stay inside forever,” Tucker pointed out.

Danny grimaced. “Might one of the ghosts know what’s going on?”

“God no,” said Vlad. “I’ll have a look in the library, but we’re the first of our kind. They don’t have anything on us.”

So Danny stayed inside. He pinned his blanket to the bedroom ceiling, and made sure all of the windows stayed shut. Jazz brought his homework up so that he didn’t fall too far behind. Jazz was confident that there must be an answer out there, somewhere.

He woke up in the middle of the night as a white mist rasped out of his throat. He looked around wildly, but he couldn’t see anything. Instinctively, he went ghost.

With nothing left to stop him, he phased through the ceiling and into the loft. It was full of old furniture and cardboard boxes holding childhood memories, but when he tried to grab something on the way past, his hands went right though. He couldn’t regain his tangibility.

He couldn’t actually feel the coldness of the air outside when he went through the roof tiles. But he could feel the wind. He was in his pyjamas, so he had nothing to weigh him down. He just kept going.

Wetness on his cheeks told him that he was crying, and as soon as the dam broke there was no stopping it. He screamed guttural, wordless screams, but there was nobody around to hear them.

The ground was so far away that it was barely there. It was dark on every side, and soon he wasn’t sure which way he was even falling. The air was too thin. Just because he didn’t have to breathe didn’t mean he didn’t want to. There was a weight on his chest preventing it from rising, and his lungs screamed just because he thought they should. It at least gave him something real to focus on.

There were stars all around him, blazing like beacons, but they didn’t give him the comfort they normally did. He wasn’t flying, he was falling, all of his limbs aching from the drag. He’d never reach the stars. There’s no way he could hold out long enough. Maybe he’d smash into the moon instead and give it a whole new crater.

He wondered how long it would take for his parents to notice. Would Jazz explain it to them, or pretend not to know? It didn’t really matter now, either way. At least nobody had to watch it happen.

He watched the sunrise and smiled sadly as the sky turned pink. It really was beautiful.

[ajitated]

(Originally posted: 9 May 2021)

Summary: 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.

Written for DannyMay Day 8: gravity, forgot to share here yesterday!

[liang-rexy]

Sam and Tucker, and lots of creatures. 😆😆😆 (It's my au "Wings of the Ravens")

DON'T repost my art! 😂

If you take a look at my DA gallery, you will probably know I like to draw fantasy creatures and often let them wander around or live in towns/ cities. 😂

Ghosts in this world are really some cool neighbours and creatures. It's alright to meet all these ghostly creatures, since they can't really do any harm to humans (like Sam and Tucker here). Some of them prefer to stay invisible to humans, while some don't mind being seen (or touched) by Earth creatures at all. The very large fish-like creature and other little fishes in the picture probably often fly over the city by day, and fly lower (closer to buildings and even the streets) by night. If they want, they can find natural ghost portals very easily and then quietly leave the city. Some of them can sense portals, and some can make special "calls" in order to open particular portals (like keys to doors). Teasing these kinds of ghosts is considered inappropriate and rude. And injuring the large ghosts is something terrifying to see, since that means ectoplasm "rain" (yeah, that's literally blood rain) (gravity works here, and ghosts and ectoplasm do "fall") (but ectoplasm can float for a while, which is a problem sometimes). 🤔

I mentioned about the fish-watching activity before, and it's a great activity for this Sam and this Tucker. This post:

They also hang out with ghosts and half-ghosts, and it is actually a pretty fine thing to do in the town (which is really different from the canon, I know). Sam and Tucker do fight aggressive ghosts occasionally, if fighting is really necessary (Valerie is better at the fighting thing, honestly). Danny is probably at home (working on one of his weird things or resting or whatever). The ghosts showed here prefer to keep their distance from Danny, by the way. 🤔

Inspirations for the fictional creatures:

绿裸胸鳝Gymnothorax funebris.

鳞足螺Chrysomallon squamiferum（Solitaire热液区）.

碎毛盘海蛞蝓Jorunna parva.

The large "fish":

花斑连鳍䲗（“䲗”xián，haam4）Synchiropus splendidus.

粗鳍鱼属Trachipterus spp （幼体）.

皇带鱼Regalecus glesne.

Jellyfish are some random jellyfish. 😂

Little fish:

双带黄鲈Diploprion bifasciatum.

蓑鲉Pterois volitans.

青鳉Oryzias latipes.

Lofter:

🤔 I personally don't like some original concepts of the show's ghosts. I know some canon ghosts aren't evil at all, but most ghosts presented in the show are fierce and even malicious. Sometimes canon Danny himself is being a jerk. It's sometimes disturbing to see Danny punching the less "threatening" ghosts from the Ghost Zone. 😂I want to see something milder, so my au is freaking "mild" (it's not very angsty at least).

Crexy2000l的第70个原创post。

于2020年8月29号发布。

[this-is-z-art-blog]

Not the boy I was The boy I am is just venting, venting Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city 

DannyMay 2021, Day 8

↳ Gravity

[dragonsdomain]

It’s just not fair.

DannyMay Day 8: Gravity

[bubblegumbeech]

Closer

Dannymay Day 8: Gravity

It was a pull like no other. It dragged him close, tearing at the very core of him, everything else be damned. Impossible to fight, inevitable to fall. 

That was what Pariah was. 

Clockwork visited just for a bit, just to see if he truly changed, to see if the visions of his mirrors were genuine or not. He hadn’t believed them fully- no, that wasn’t it. He believed them, they were real, as real as any other branching path or possibility- they hadn’t seemed substantial. It didn’t feel like it mattered.

Not until he actually went to Pariah’s keep and saw him up close, with his own eyes. 

And by then it was too late. 

This magnetic pull, this attraction that tugged and tugged and no matter how much he struggled and fought and tried to make distance, it simply didn’t matter. He was lost to it, constantly finding himself back in the former King’s orbit. 

Every step Clockwork tried to take back, every moment he tried to freeze or rewind, only served to bring him closer, within reach. 

He felt caught, trapped. The hand on his hip was warm, too warm, Pariah’s core was fire and passion and flame, and while before it had been left to smoulder, now it was a proper inferno, raging and grand and Clockwork was melting in the heat of it. Of every touch, every caress. 

Pariah lifted a hand to Clockwork’s chin, tilting it so that their eyes met and if he had legs they would have buckled. Instead he felt his form flicker, the thrum of his core loud enough that he would swear it could be heard by human ears. 

And as Pariah leaned in, and Clockwork felt himself lean close as well, the space between them shrinking with every moment that passed. 

He wondered if this might be what gravity felt like.

[tumbling-darkling]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

DannyMay Day 6 - Core

What if ghost cores acted like gems from Steven universe? But more... solid? Like instead of light, cores gather surrounding ectoplasm to form a ghost, and when too much ectoplasm is lost, the remaining ectoplasm and ghostly abilities and stuff retreat into the core to recover, to gather enough ectoplasm to them reform.

Danny of course isn’t very graceful when this stuff happens.

1079 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 18:01:06 GMT

#4

Day 9 & 10 - Candlelight & Shadows

It’s it weird that that Fenton kid doesn’t seem to cast a shadow? What is he, a vampire or something?

1362 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 17:00:55 GMT

#3

Dannymay Day 8 - Gravity

So let’s say one night closely following the accident, Danny wakes up with his nose touching the ceiling and freaks out, afraid his parents would find him looking like a kid from the Exorcist. So he buys some weighted blankets (or the equivalent because those things are expensive so he just stuffs heavy stuff into a blanket) and trains himself to NOT float when he sleeps. The thing is, a body and mind doesn’t always work together, and what he accidently did train his body, but to stay in whatever position he fell asleep in. So good thing, he doesn’t float UP. But gravity is non existent to him when he sleeps so now he just remains in place.

Kwan and Dash suddenly think that Danny has really extreme upper body strength and Dash leaves him alone for the following month in fear of pushing Danny so far, he would snap and throw a very intense punch that Dash full heartedly believes will shatter his ribs.

2539 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 18:37:42 GMT

#2

Day 7- Illusion

Sam practices magic and Wes calls her a Ghost.

2793 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 16:56:59 GMT

#1

This only creates more questions.

3095 notes • Posted 2021-05-20 17:20:33 GMT

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