#my phanfic art

[56thingsinaname]

Almost a years difference

[serendipnpipity]

Life's a game, wanna play? | Game of Life AU

(bc you can't tell me even robotics engineer!Phil and pop-star-turned-app-developer!Dan wouldn't somehow find their way to each other)

[phantom-margaritas]

Mondays were swiftly becoming Erik's least favorite at the Rosy Hours, not due to the noisy crowds, but because Christine never visited on her day off. Besides, she had mentioned plans to visit her fiancé’s family, not that he paid much attention to that conversation. No, not at all. Despite this, he managed to endure yet another Monday, especially after ushering out the lingering patrons who clamored for one last drink. It was now 2 a.m., and he was nearly done cleaning out his station for the night when his phone buzzed in his back pocket. Draping the dish towel over his shoulder, he brushed his hands off before fishing out his phone.

It was a text from Meg Giry, and that in itself caused Erik to raise an eyebrow; she rarely sent him anything aside from random, silly videos that reminded her of him. Meg was a former waitress at the Rosy Hours, having joined at the age of eighteen to earn some extra cash to spend in college. Their personalities clashed rather often, but they grew to understand each other near the end of Meg’s stay. Moreover, he needed to thank her, as it was Meg who introduced the Rosy Hours to Christine in the first place. 

Meg Giry

Hey Erik, Christine’s heading your way. She’s not doing too good. I tried to persuade her to stay with me but she refused. Please take good care of her.

Well, if he was confused then, he was concerned now. Christine? Out by herself? At this hour? How is she going to get here? The subway? No, the last train must’ve left by now. Walking? Out of the question, the streets at night are not safe for women. Driving? It’s dangerous to drive when one’s distraught.

Tossing the dish towel onto the counter, Erik raced into Nadir’s office. He grabbed his wool overcoat from the coat rack, shrugging it on as he made his way to the front door of Rosy Hours. Outside, snow continued to fall, and the blanket of white seemed to have deepened a few inches while he was indoors. Erik felt his stomach drop. Harsh weather and a volatile mood were a dangerous combination on the road—he knew that better than anyone. 

But then he remembered something else: Christine didn’t expect to see him outside, and he had no reason to be there other than to see her the moment she arrived. To appear nonchalant, he leaned against the pillar and started scrolling aimlessly through his phone, all the while stealing glances at the passing cars.

He didn’t have to wait long. An all too familiar car came to a stop across the street, and he dashed across the bricks and asphalt before the door even swung open. Hesitating for but a second, he bent down and knocked gently on the window.

“Christine?”

Through the glass, he watched as her shoulders tensed, her hands tightening on the steering wheel. Her head bowed, brown curls blocking her face. She was not looking in his direction at all. 

“Christine, are you alright? I— I’m concerned about you.”

At his words, her body slumped against the driver’s seat, her hands dropping from the steering wheel. Slowly, as if in a trance, she unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle. But Erik was a step ahead, opening the door and holding it for her, his hand extended to offer assistance.

Grasping his hand, Christine stepped out of the vehicle, Erik shutting the door behind her. His hands had grown cold from standing in the snow, but what surprised him was that Christine’s hand felt just as icy. Giving her a once-over, he realized she was only wearing a turtleneck and jeans, with no jacket in sight. Without a word, he removed his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders. Then, wrapping an arm around her, he guided her across the street.

“Erik, what about you?” Christine asked, attempting to shrug off the coat, but the arm around her held the warm fabric snug against her.

“Don’t worry about me. What matters most right now is your well-being.” He replied, the two coming to a stop near the front porch of the bar. Under the entrance lighting, Erik could see Christine’s face much more clearly, including her flushed cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. This will not do. “My uh… my apartment is directly above the bar, and it should be warmer and more comfortable there. Just give me a moment to lock up, and then we can head upstairs.”

———

Erik learned more about Christine that night than he had in the past four months combined. 

As soon as they entered his apartment, he gently seated her on the sofa and went to the kitchen to prepare her usual drink, concerned that she might have gotten too cold outside. Holding a warm cocktail in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, he sat down beside her and waited patiently until she was ready to talk about what had happened.

And oh did she talk. Before, she rarely spoke about her personal life, focusing mainly on their shared interests in theater and music. Now, she was telling him about how her father's music career influenced her, recounting his passing just before her high school graduation, and expressing her growing doubts about the opportunities she had received throughout her life. 

“Do you remember the modeling gig I got a few months ago? The one with that jewelry brand?”

“Of course. I saw the final poster in a metro station and other places around the city too. Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Christine sniffed, fresh tears streaming down her face, “apparently Raoul’s older sister convinced them to hire me. They probably weren’t even going to move forward with me had she not persuaded them. Now I’m wondering if they were the ones that gave Carlotta’s role to me, and if that’s true, do I even deserve it? Maybe I never even had the necessary skills to perform in the first place!”

She was crying in earnest now. Her chest heaved with sobs, and Erik’s heart constricted at the sight of his love reduced to tears. His hand hovered in the air between them, and he wasn’t sure if he was about to cross some forbidden boundaries between a single bartender and an engaged actress, but soon he was cupping her face in his hands and thumbing away her tears, wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry on his shoulder, whispering how wonderful her voice, her acting— just how wonderful and perfect she is as a person. 

Eventually, perhaps it was out of pure exhaustion or the emotional toll or the tears, but by around half past four, Christine was sound asleep. Her head had somehow found its place in his lap, a few lingering tears rolling freely down the contours of her face. The confidence Erik once felt in embracing her had faded, and now his hand was once again hovering near her shoulder, unsure of what to do. Ayesha, who had been hiding in his bedroom from the presence of a stranger, finally decided to emerge, gazing up at Christine with wide-eyed curiosity.

“Shhhh.” Erik pressed a finger to his lips. “We wouldn’t want to disturb her rest now, darling. Would you do me a favor and keep her company for tonight?”

———

Inspo: the song Goddess by Laufey

[proudsnackeezowner]

Space phil and ground control dan finished! This is based on the fic I read a while ago, Never Fade Away by @parentaladvisorybullshitcontent ! Which I discovered through a rec list from @tarotphil ! It's a super cute, pretty short fic and I totally recommend!

(Click for much better quality jesus)

[flagbridge]

The Trio. Art by TheAbominableShowman, from Prank War: A Game of Cups (Rated E, 18+)

Love that Raoul and Erik are fully committed to the bit of their "nothing left but mouth-to-mouth combat" and Christine has not a care in the world.

[flora-gray]

Day 3!

We wrap up our recap of the best of the best of the last PotO crack week with the winner of the prestigious Jury of One Prize (a favorite chosen by myself.) This one was a no-brainer as the close second for both fic and the accompanying art. What illuminaughti’s Tryptophantom did for raccoons, @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques does here for inflatable tube men. “It’s him,” I whisper, every time I drive by a car dealership. Please enjoy, and thank the author for this incomparable contribution to fandom with a kudos, comment, and/or reblog!

All That is Solid Melts into Air

Please check back tomorrow for info on submitting your own or favorite crack works!

[buccaneeering]

Featuring my handwriting.

Psssst..

@angel-with-paper-wings

I just finished the first chapter of your story! Your descriptions are so vivid and wonderful.

I promise I'll make less rough sketches at some point. Just wanted to put this out there.

[blackpensils]

"That shirt..." Phantom said slowly. There expression on his face was one Sam couldn't quite place.

"This?" she asked, pulling on the collar with a frown. "What about it?"

Phantom cleared his throat and pulled his hand back. He scratched at the back of his neck, looking away before he slowly returned his gaze back to Sam.

"It's just... unique. Where'd you get it?" he asked after a short pause.

"From a Circus Gothica show years ago," Sam replied, going back crossing her arms across the window sill. She gave a smirk. "The one where the ghost's were terrorizing the town by stealing all of the jewelery."

Phantom's eyes widened and his cheeks got a light shade of green. An odd color for a blush.

"Yeah, well," he began with a chuckle. "I was being brainwashed. It was a whole thing." He shook his head as if he was remembering something ridiculous. "Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. But, uh, is that spray paint?"

Sam gave a glance down at the shirt. She'd never actually thought about it, but yes, now that she actually properly looked at her night shirt, it was covered in black spray paint to the point where you could barely see the original underneath. She could spot some red and definitely splotches of white here and there, though.

"Yes, it was a wild time. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday," she said, leaning down on her arms and smiled.

Phantom's eyes softened and he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "Sure. I'd like that."

[rose-margaritas]

There was a pause, a tiny gasp as his breath caught, and she could only imagine his heart was beating as quickly as hers now; she squeezed his shin, beneath her left hand, and leaned closer to nuzzle against his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne. He exhaled, all the contentment in the world, and slowly, tentatively, leaned the unmasked side of his face against the crown of her head, braced to see if she would pull away. Christine slipped her right arm around his waist, and the walls of his nervousness seemed to melt, his posture softening, the rigid tension of his muscles relaxing, the weight of the strong arm around her back suddenly present, steady and wonderful. She let out a sigh of pleasure, of peace.

"…the death of me," he murmured tenderly, and she couldn't help but smile. (x)

🏝️

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to convey how much I love the fic Volée by @veroniqueclaire , as I am not as articulate as the other fic commenters (which is also why I don’t really comment 😓). Like the summary provided by our lovely author, it truly is the quiet moments where the most magnificent things happen between our two beloved characters.

Personally, my favorite scene has always been the beach scene, a particularly calm occasion after what happened in the previous chapter… 😬 It was a rare moment where both Erik and Christine’s guards are down, where the two of them could actually speak their minds without much argument. In addition, VeroniqueClaire has such great talent when it comes to painting a full picture of what she hopes to project to the readers. The image in my mind was so tender that I simply had to capture it. I hope I do it justice!

[kawaiijohn]

Through Traps and Overgrown Paths

(Our Fates Await)

Rating: Teen [Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Characters: Danny Fenton, Flynn Walker, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Clockwork, Frostbite, Misery Vex, Erinyes (OC)

Relationships: Lost Time, Danny Fenton & Flynn Walker

Tags: Danny meets Flynn Story, Creepy Mirrors, Fantasy Flowers, Horror elements, Identity Reveal, Body Horror, World Building, Blue/Orange Morality, Unhealthy Familial Relationships, Misery Vex's Attempt at Parenting, She's Trying y'all, But she's also like. A spider.

Summary: It starts with a bed of Poppy Flowers and a stranger holding out a helping hand.

How was Danny to know this stranger was anything but and that Family dynamics in the Infinite Realms were even more complicated than back home?

Fic: Ao3 | Tumblr

OST: Coming soon to Spotify & Bandcamp

Heyo it's time to post my @invisobang piece for the amazing @bubblegumbeech's fic! Myself and @bibliophilea did the art and music for it and it's one hell of a ride. Bib's music is waiting on being accepted by both sites, but should show up on their pages as soon as they are!

We hope you enjoy reading as much as we did creating!!

[cozyfoxy]

Mystical Paths Chapter 6

Summary: The Howells have been the proud owners of a small but famous bookstore since the 1800s. They are known for being the only shop that collects original copies of magic writings. Dan works as the bookkeeper of the shop. As the busiest season approaches, one of the most renowned magic families reaches out to the shop and offers to gift them an original Spellbook of sorts. Little did Dan know that these offers would change his life forever.

Read on AO3

Chapter ONE

Warnings: Horror elements

It was raining. No, it was an absolute downpour outside, the sounds of the wind graining against Dan’s nerves. For the first time since he moved out of his parent’s house, he wished he hadn’t. Storms had always made him anxious, especially as a little kid, but this storm in particular seemed to be clawing at his mind, trying to make him break down. A sudden loud crash of thunder sent the grown man underneath his duvet, only his face poking out. He felt like a child.

He tremored and sucked in a gulp of air, trying to ignore the noise from the outside. Dan had tried watching a show, listening to music, and even reading a book, but nothing could distract his mind from the hellish sounds outside his walls. So, he was trapped, listening to the angry pelting of rain on his roof, the howling wind, and the crashing thunder.

Dan knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that the weather couldn’t hurt him, nor was it trying to, but his anxiety was bad enough without a storm setting it off. The warning from Phil’s note still echoed in his mind. Was there any real danger, or was Phil messing with him? As much as he wanted to tell himself that it was some kind of messed-up prank, he just couldn’t see it being one. He didn’t trust Phil, or any magic wielder really, but deep down he knew that more dangerous, more manipulative forces were out there. 

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the world outside his window, showing an oddly human-shaped silhouette in his back garden. His brown eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, trying to calm his uneven breathing. It was just a bush or something, it had to be. No one in their right mind would be out in a storm like this one, especially this late at night. Dan looked at the time on his phone with shaky hands, realizing it was just a bit past midnight. This storm had been going on for nearly two hours without stopping. 

Dan went to set his phone back down when it vibrated in his hand, bringing his attention back to it. He read the Ring notification repeatedly, a cold ball of fear forming in his stomach. “There is a person at your front door.”

He took in a shaky breath, pulling up the live video feed of his doorbell before he could talk himself out of it. Outside, on his front porch was a small-statured person, standing with their head down. He could only see that they had shorter, wavy-looking hair, and they seemed to be dry. Confusion overshadowed his unease for a moment as he studied the figure. They looked familiar in a way that Dan couldn’t quite place. 

Dan shook his head at himself again and sighed, deciding to ask the person what they were doing. He was safe in his room, the doors and windows were locked, and maybe the person needed help. Before he could even begin to speak to the person, he noticed that the figure had moved closer to the camera, like they were trying to look through it. Dan swallowed thickly and observed the person silently. It was like they were trying to use the camera as a peephole. Like they were trying to see inside. 

“I know you’re in there Daniel, come on, let me inside. I have missed you my dear.” the figure spoke, making Dan’s heart pound loudly in his ears.

That voice. All at once, Dan realized why the figure had seemed familiar and who that voice belonged to. It was his Nana. The same Nana who had raised him alongside his parents. She had been the first person he came out as gay to, the person who taught him piano, the person who would always sing to him when storms like the one outside would keep him awake. It was also the same Nana who had died just three years ago. 

“Daniel! Stop ignoring your grandmother and let me inside! Come on bear, it’s been much too long! It’s cold out here Daniel! Do you want me to get sick and die again? Do you want that on your conscience?” his Nana yelled from outside. 

Only, he knew that person couldn’t be his Nana. As much as he wanted it to be, he knew that it was some kind of imposter. Phil had warned him to stay inside, and Phil’s journal had warned him about the dead returning. Of course, he hadn’t read the page earlier, but he knew that he needed to now. His hands shook as he picked up the large book, watching the pages turn themselves to the one he desired. 

“The Three Days of Darkness. Day 1, the dead come walking.”

“The creatures that I have seen make me want to vomit. They take on the form of passed loved ones, taking on their voices, mannerisms, and everything to trick people into trusting them. They look almost perfect, but there seems to always be something just a bit wrong. I saw my grandfather, or it looked, sounded, and even acted like my grandfather. However, the sick creature seemed to forget that humans can not turn their heads 360 degrees. I knew it wasn’t my grandfather, even before the creature dropped the facade, as he had been dead since I was only twelve years old. 

When I yelled at the creature to go away, it got angry and ran at me. Its fingers sprouted sharp, blackened claws. Its eyes glowed red and its jaw unhinged like a snake ready to eat. Of course, it wasn’t able to harm me through my family’s protective ward, but it did try. I’m not so sure it could have harmed me anyway.

Though these creatures are nearly masters of disguise and very strong, it seems as though they must be trusted before they can harm anyone. My grandmother believes that they are a type of fae. The fae is very tricky and smart. They feast on human emotion for the most part, but some more malevolent fae fully devour people, magical or not. 

I don’t believe they are a type of fae, but I don’t know what they are, so I just call them mimics. Since my first encounter, I have only seen them two other times. Most recently. I had one trying to appear as Daniel Howell, it was nearly a perfect recreation. Luckily, I knew that they only came around one night of the year, so I was already prepared for the attempted trickery. I believed the mimic for a moment though, perhaps it was wishful thinking. However, the mimic didn’t take into account that Daniel doesn’t know his role in my life yet. 

This was the first mimic that I destroyed, and when I did, all that was left behind was an obsidian stone, carved to be the shape of a heart. My grandmother kept it, hoping to track where it came from and who it might belong to. All I know now is that these mimics were created by some kind of sick, twisted magic that I want nothing to do with. And it is very unpredictable and dangerous.” 

Dan shuddered at the words in the book before turning his attention back to his phone, watching the ‘mimic’ pace angrily on his porch. It was agitated that he wouldn’t reply to it, and now, he didn’t plan on it. Instead, he clicked out of the ring app and went to his contacts, cursing at himself before calling Phil.

“Dan? Are you alright?” Phil asked, answering on the first ring.

Dan took in a shaky breath, chuckling at himself, “I um… no actually. There is a creature outside on my front porch that’s trying to look like my Nana. She died years ago Phil, and it’s getting angry and I’m kinda fucking terrified right now.” 

The other side of the line went completely silent for a moment, making Dan check to see if the call had failed or something. “Um… Phil?” he asked nervously.

Phil growled through his teeth, “I will be right there. Stay in your room, do not make a sound. I’ll keep you safe.” 

“I-.” The line cut off before Dan could even finish his sentence. 

Dan buried himself completely underneath his duvet and pulled the Ring app open on his phone, watching as the mimic got even more agitated. He could see that it was losing control over how it looked. It was going back and forth between tall and short like it was struggling to keep its shape. Its back was becoming more haunched over and occasionally letting out sickening popping sounds when its bones stretched and changed. 

“Daniel if you don’t let me in I will let myself in.” It suddenly shrieked, no longer sounding anything like his Nana. Hell, it didn’t even sound human anymore. The voice was strangled, shrill, and painful to Dan’s ears.

The brunette bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought back the scream of fear that was in his throat. The creature looked at the camera with glowing green eyes before it started to rip at his door. He could hear the sound of ripping, creaking wood even without his phone. It was echoing through his house.

Suddenly, multiple figures appeared in the background of the Ring camera, slipping in and out of view. Though Dan couldn’t completely see their shape, he immediately felt more at ease. The shapes were small, precise, and made more sense in his mind. Before he could think too hard about what was happening, three foxes were standing behind the mimic on his porch. 

He quickly recognized the fox that was standing in the middle as Phil. Phil was here to save him, just like he had promised. Dan smiled nervously and allowed his tense shoulders to relax a bit. It was as if something in the air had changed like he knew he was safe at last. 

“Don’t watch the camera please Dan, this is not going to be pretty and I don’t need you being more afraid than you already are.” Phil’s voice came in through his mind, making him shudder.

He sighed in annoyance, tempted to watch what was happening just to spite Phil. Though, he had a feeling that he didn’t want to see what was about to happen. From what Phil had written in his journal, the foxes outside were about to “destroy” the mimic, and Dan didn’t want to think about what that meant. He quickly closed out of the Ring app and set his phone down beside himself. 

After what felt like hours, he heard soft footsteps heading toward him, sending a nervous shiver up his spine.

“It’s just me Dan. We got rid of it. My family went back home, but I’m going to stay with you for now, if that’s alright.” Phil explained gently.

Dan peeked his head out from underneath his blanket and looked Phil up and down, not trusting what he was seeing, “how do I know you’re not one of those fucking mimic things? You might not even be the real Phil!” he accused quickly, not caring how ridiculous he might sound. 

“I’m the real Phil little dove, now, I’m going to stay with you to make sure you’re safe. It’s up to you if I stay inside with you or go back outside.” Phil’s voice answered in Dan’s mind, helping the brunette relax more.

“I… sorry. I guess I’m in shock or something.” Dan whispered sheepishly, biting on his thumbnail, “You can stay inside. The weather is still gross and yeah…” 

Phil nodded and sat on the floor, looking up at Dan wordlessly and taking notice of the book that was still sitting open beside the brunette. Dan glanced between the book and Phil, suddenly feeling like a child who had been caught taking a cookie before dinner. He felt like he did something wrong, though he had been told to read the journal. It still felt as though he had overstepped. A question suddenly popped into his head, now that his fear had all but disappeared. 

“Phil, I read your entry about the mimics, and it said something about me not knowing my role in your life. What does that mean?” Dan asked, looking directly into Phil’s eyes.

A soft chuckle left Phil’s chest as he stared right back at Dan, “I had a feeling you would ask. Well, I knew you would ask I suppose. You, Daniel, are my muse.” he explained calmly.

Dan raised an eyebrow, “so I inspire you?” he asked, feeling unimpressed. 

Phil fully laughed at his response, shaking his head, “No, I mean yes, you do inspire me. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen, the most gorgeous soul I will ever know, but that’s not what a muse is for someone like me.” 

He took a deep breath before suddenly appearing on the bed next to Dan, nervously linking their hands together. At first, Dan was sure that he imagined the electric hum that formed between their fingers, blaming the sudden unexpected warmth. Then he saw the glowing light around their clenched palms. It reminded him of a flickering candle, but larger, more intense. It let off a warmth like he had never felt before. The feeling of the glow was so hot that it should’ve burned him, but it didn’t. All he could feel was comfort, relief even. He felt more whole than he could even imagine.

“That is what it means for you to be my muse. My magic is stronger than anyone in my family, stronger than anyone that we Lesters have met as well. But when I’m with you, our magic combines, and we both become even stronger.” Phil whispered, looking into Dan’s eyes with a blush on his cheeks.

Dan stuttered before shaking his head at Phil. “I’m not a magic user Phil. No Howell has ever had magic before, it’s literally a part of branding with the shop. Magic is hereditary, I can’t have it.” 

“Oh, but you do. It’s very strong as well. Not all magic is hereditary love, some magic is gifted. You’ve had magic since the day that you marked yourself with the knife. The same knife that you saw in your dream. The same knife that left what you call a birthmark on your thigh.” Phil hummed, loosening his grip on Dan’s hand in case he wanted to let go.

Dan surprised himself when he clung onto Phil’s hand, pulling the man closer. “If I actually have magic, how come I’ve never felt it before?” He asked sternly. 

Phil smiled softly, but it didn’t meet his eyes, “You hate magic. You’ve seen how it hurts people, how it can make even the nicest people fall into darkness. I know you lost your best friend to magic. That’s why you don’t trust anyone who has magic. You’ve never tried to use it beffore Dan, that’s why you didn’t know.” he explained, rubbing Dan’s back. 

“Please don’t bring her up… it hurts too much.” Dan whimpered, turning away from the man beside him, “I don’t have magic. I’m not strong enough to have that kind of power, it would destroy me. I would destroy everything around me. I would hurt people that I love. I don’t trust myself enough as it is! Why did you have to come and make my life so confusing? Life used to make sense, and then you brought magic into the mix! I hate you. I wish you never came around!” Dan yelled, tearing his hand away from Phil’s and burying his face into his arms. 

He wasn’t angry at Phil, not really, but his emotions were just overflowing, with nowhere to go. The room was silent for a moment, and Dan wondered if Phil had left him alone. As much as he truly wanted Phil to leave, the thought of him leaving made Dan’s heart ache. Why was this so damn confusing? He wiped the tears in his eyes angrily, ignoring the fact that Phil was chuckling. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at?!” Dan demanded angrily, closing his eyes again.

Phil laughed even louder, holding his sides as he did, “Look down and you’ll see.” he challenged. 

Dan groaned and opened his eyes, turning to glare at Phil but only seeing the wall beside him. He gasped and quickly looked down, realizing that he was floating above his bed. “What the hell? Put me down!” He yelled, waving his hands anxiously in the air. 

“I would love to, but I’m not doing anything. It’s all you love.” Phil explained, humor still leaking into his voice. 

Dan rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He thought of all of the times he had gotten so in his head that he had felt like he was floating like he couldn’t ground himself. Was it possible that he had actually been floating those times as well? He took another calming breath, stretched his arms above his head, and closed his eyes. This couldn’t be real. 

“Love, open your eyes,” Phil ordered gently, watching Dan for a reaction. 

Dan huffed and opened his eyes, sleepiness wrapping itself around his brain. He quickly realized that he was once again sitting on his bed, nearly leaning on Phil. He rubbed his lips together nervously while looking into Phil’s eyes, “I really just did that, didn’t I?” He asked though he knew the answer. 

Phil nodded and rubbed small circles on Dan’s back, “Yes, you did. Look, it’s been a weird night. You should sleep, I know you’re exhausted. I will answer the rest of your questions tomorrow, okay?” 

Dan nodded and closed his eyes again, letting himself slide onto his back, his head hitting his pillow softly, “You’re not leaving right? The spare room is just down the hall, you can make yourself at home. Just… please don’t leave me.” He begged pathetically, his voice thick with sleep.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you. Never again little dove. Now, sleep. You need it.” Phil whispered, pushing Dan’s fringe away from his forehead and planting a soft kiss on his forehead, smiling when Dan sighed contentedly and dozed off.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Self-Reflection🪞

   Day 25 & 26, Blame and Fic Switch 

Aftermath of my Sidney Rewrite Episode. Danny’s in his room, reflecting on what happened and the things he wished he could’ve done. I dont normally do fics so I hope I atleast got a clear message in this.

TW, mentions of blood, violence and death.

Here's a link to my Rewrite Episode and take on Sidney design, character and how he died

          “I’m sorry Sid”, Danny said to himself solemnly, in his room holding Sid’s broken glasses, they got fairly damaged from…the incident. After the traumatic experience and damage caused in the school, the students were sent home for at least a week. While ghost attacks became a common thing, especially at Casper High, this one was especially frightening, no one, especially Danny saw what Sid did coming. He can still remember being chased like a little bug, seeing the fear in his own eyes from Sid’s giant reflective form, when he saw Dash's face get-he shakes his head, trying to get those horrific memories out. He can’t deal with those graphic details today. He’s just too tired, laying himself on his bed, he stares blankly at the ceiling.

          His friends, his family, even Lancer tried to assure Danny none of it was his fault, how could he have known it would all end up like this, how could he have been able to save Dash from something like that, he wasn’t even anywhere near the fight(or so his parents and teacher believed). He even tries to reassure himself, he shouldn’t blame himself but deep down he can’t help but wonder constant what ifs. What if he didn’t let or had been more careful about letting a ghost help prank on Dash and the other mean kids, knowing his backstory, what if he had listen to his friends sooner when they were worried he was getting carried away, what if he had tried talking to Sid better when he did wonder that himself. What if he didn’t let things get so out of hand…he couldn’t fix things.

Flashback of Sid and Danny talking. Sid’s dialogue, the darker words:

        “ What do you mean this is getting out of hand? Not like anything’s being tied back to us, right?”.

    “ I know, I know, Sid. It’s just some of these pranks have been pretty mean, even for them”.

“ It’s called giving them a a taste of their own medicine Danny. If it was the other way around, you’d think they’d be worrying about being too mean with you? They clearly haven’t thought that to begin with”.

“ Yeah, fair point. It’s just my friends seemed pretty worried and-

“ Ah you’re friends are just being brainwashed by flowery fables that those stupid teachers and the school tell you like “be the bigger person” or “being mean to them makes you just as mean” and other crud ike that. They just teach you to be as worthless as they are”.

“Hey, my friends aren’t worthless! And I get a lot of teachers can be jerks but there’s also plenty that at least try to help(thinks of Lancer). I like to think so.

“ I’m sure that’s what he'd tried to tell you, along with one of his dumb book swears. Seriously most haven't even heard of those books in years, especially not kids-he sees Danny becoming really uncomfortable and starts regulating himself. 

“ Sorry, sorry. I'm sure the people you're talking about truly mean well. I was just getting a little heated over there(brings back bad memories) I just know when you try to be nice and let things go, they usually don’t really care and just go back to their old nature. I just wanna make sure they learn their lesson for good. You know I’m just trying to look out for ya, right? 

         “ y-yeah ofcourse. You’re not wrong, it’s just not sure how long we can keep doing all these pranks, I am pretty busy with other stuff”.

“ Then maybe we should do one final, epic prank! The ultimate prank to teach all the mean kids you don’t mess with nerds! Revenge of the Nerds!

“ YEAH! though Def no revenge of the nerds 80′s style, those guys went WAY too far”.

“ Well it’s a good thing this Daddy-O’s from the 50′s! So I’ve been thinking what if-

Back to the present:

     As Danny remembers that conversation, he starts to realize he missed certain red flags such as Sid's growing mean streak...and the little cracks he was trying to hide on his skin. And then, there’s Dash, he got it much worse, being the main target for Sidney’s revenge hunt. Had to be sent to the hospital to get treatment for his injuries and stitches for that bad cut Sid’s pincer left on him, still remembers when the blood spilled on- Danny shakes from that experience. Good chance that mark will stay for a long time.

     He wishes it didn’t take him having a full emotional breakdown from all those brutal revenge pranks they pulled and almost dying trying to protect him(Danny) from Sid’s wrath to realize that for all his many, many faults, he’s not really a bad person and didn’t deserve to almost die. He can't even properly apologize to him, not without risking his identity being exposed.

     Danny lays back on his bed, breathing out a sigh of guilt and exhaustion. Part of why he wasn’t more willing to acknowledge and try to talk to Sid more was because, outside of Sam and Tucker, he doesn’t have a lot of friends. Then he met Sid who not only understood his problems but enjoyed hanging out with, sharing each others different time pleasures(like Egg-creams), talking about sci-fi films, when they did harmless pranks...at first. He was so worried about losing a new friend, he ended up losing him anyway, the worst way possible. In a way, he made a similar mistake to what the people in Sid’s life made. They ignored him and his problems until they became too big to fix. Thinking about it, Sid’s first failed plan in a twisted way, might've worked, in terms of making his bully regret everything. Doubt he had it easy after being known as the guy who accidentally killed one of his fellow classmates.

     As he takes his eyes off the rotating ceiling fan back to Sid's broken glasses, seeing his own reflection from them, he starts to consider. He can’t reverse what happened, but he can atleast make sure what happened to Sid is better acknowledged rather than just try to forget what happened like they did. Regardless of what was and what wasn't his fault, he still wants to make things right. Or atleast try to.

He props himself up to go check some stuff on his laptop such as memorials and finding perhaps some flowers and a card to send to Dash at the hospital. After what happened, it’s highly doubtful anyone would want to use that locker anymore. But maybe it could be used for something else, to remember Sid's story in a clearer light. Give his friend some peace.

As he looks at pictures of locker memorials, he calls Tucker, holding Sid’s broken glasses

“ Yeah I’m doing good too, thanks Do you know how to fix up cracked glasses?”

The End. 

What do u think? I'd love to know💖

[simplydnp]

hey there!

I kind of consider you the resident dnp expert (at least in dnp culture) so I wanted your opinion on a question that's been building for a while now.

What are the boundaries for dnp now?

There are so many things that I feel have changed even in the last four years: writing smutty rpf was Gross and Weird, along with art along that line, speculating about their relationship was ABSOLUTELY a no-go, all things that I see happening on Tumblr now. And I'm not saying that's a bad thing!! I'm just acknowledging things have changed over time. They're different people now and so are we, and the "we know you know" era is lots of fun.

I was browsing reddit today (bad idea, do not recommend) and came across a post from a new Phannie asking if DnP were in a relationship. And while I agree that we cannot say for absolute certain that they are, the responses had a VERY different vibe than on here, emphasizing how bad the speculation was (true) and essentially saying "don't even think about that, just enjoy their content." (or something to that extent.)

Which... is very different from this here website in which we joke about them being horney for each other constantly lmao.

Being a very rules-driven person, I like expectations to be made abundantly clear for pretty much everything. So that's why I want to ask: Is there a line here? Are we crossing that line? How defined is that line? (All of this, of course, I recognize is your opinion and yours alone, and if this is posted I encourage anyone else to share their two-cents in a respectful way.)

Obviously, trying to find out where they live/things like that is very clearly crossing a boundary. But is there some sort of limit or boundary I (and tbh the rest of the phandom), in your opinion, should be keeping in mind?

thanks xx

hi!

'resident expert' is a hefty title, i'm just here trying my best!

'what are the boundaries for dnp now?' is really a great question. cause the thing is, we used to know. there used to be a fairly well-defined and mostly agreed upon line, and ever since the dapg revival in particular, the line keeps moving.

i'll be honest, i never really saw phanfic as rpf, even though it is. my stance on phanfic is the same as dnps: it's a beautiful expression of art and creativity and is so, so important. they've always been pro-fic (even though we subjected them to some absolutely horrific crack fics), so i don't think 'smutty' fic has ever been gross or too far. they've given their blessing, and, as the conversation has been in fandom communities the last few years, rpf isn't 'for' the people in them, it's for the fans. so i digress.

art is much the same way. they love art! they even included art of them kissing in a tumblr tag video back in the day, so to say that's not allowed especially after they're out is kind of crazy to me.

i think the line with stuff like that was showing it directly to dnp--tagging them in explicit stuff, that kind of thing. but creating it? go for it! it's always been a green light. (i think fans have previously overpoliced this and we lost a lot of great fic, art, and community members over it)

browsing reddit is always a Choice. i've never participated on dnp reddit before but i am aware that it is an entirely different space than here. something that's important, i think (and i think you think this too as you're asking about them), is to respect the fandom rules of the place you partcipate in. tumblr is generally one of the most phan-positive places on the internet, especially publicly facing. we make a lot of relationship jokes, particularly because we run on the assumption it's already true, based on what they've both said publicly (mostly dan).

i won't comment on reddit specifically just because i'm not a part of the community there, but the speculation about dnp online was a Lot for a long time. but the worst part of it was the stalking, the digging into personal lives, the contacting family members--that is what was bad. dnp have always had a connection--and, honestly, they kind of love flexing it and kind of always have. they absolutely play into things now, but they certainly did even way before coming out too. i think a certain level of speculation was to be expected, especially in that era of online fandom. but it wasn't just the 'teenage girls' who cared, the media did too, and so did many others.

i think one of the biggest differences now is 1 the awareness of 'our' past and trying to make up for it, and 2 the broader societal conversations about parasocial relationships.

you see this reflected on the snippets ive seen from dnp reddit and dnp twitter. they tend to be Very 'cautious' about the words they say, often undercutting perfectly reasonable statements with 'but whatever their relationship is'. on one hand, they don't want to cross a line, and i can respect that. on the other hand... it's 2024 babes. they just put out merch of them holding hands. dan's directly, intentionally, and explicitly called phil a bottom on dapg. they reacted to all of the pinofs, made jokes about 'theyre touching', and even joked about the tackle being 'wrestling 👀'. dan posted half-naked catboy pics and showed us phil was taking them. the 'watch your step babygirl' tweet & their reactions to it. phil is credited in WAD. they're making threesome jokes about themselves as a unit. i could go on and on.

to me, there's a few things that have 'moved the line' for us, so to speak.

1 - DAPG returning. for the last few years they specifically were not a duo (for projects) anymore. (and no, not because they hated each other). they just weren't. they wanted to focus on their goals and projects. they didn't have to resurrect dapg, but they chose to. marketing and money aside, they knew that if this went over well, it would well and truly revive the 'dan and phil' brand again. it would be specifically returning to being a duo in the public eye. (however they've also fully embraced this in all aspects, including merch, videos, and general attitude)

2 - pinof reacts. even though they'd been out since 2019, we hadn't had regular joint content from them since before that, therefore, while they had become more comfortable with themselves and their 'outness', we hadn't (in terms of them making explicit gay jokes together). so i really think dnp had to de-fang a lot of the 'theyre touching' of it all, because we didn't really know where we stood on it anymore. i think they succeeded, too. we couldn't be here, with the content of the last 3 months, without them tackling it head on (well, as head on as they're want to do).

3 - dapc. genuinely another big shift. they did this for the real fans. purely a passion project, and a specific choice in doing the handhold. they know what we're like. and this wasn't a brief, unplanned, unscripted moment. it's a specifically blocked out scene. they know it's opening a door, and they chose to. this is doubled by the fucking iconic merch selling, and furthered by phil's twitter likes of arguably romantic phanart, and then dan's full straddle like.

even throughout the current 6 months of revival, the line has moved. i don't know where it will settle. dnp keep moving it, in my opinion, and, genuinely, i don't think it's going to leave much to the imagination. as you say, obviously not the stalking or the contacting, but beyond that? especially here on tumblr? i wouldn't get too worried. obviously people will have their opinions, but as long as you're generally respectful and recognize that humans will see your posts and humans interact with them, i think you're good.

my rule of thumb is anything they intentionally put on the table, we can joke about or at the same level. but in terms of art/fic? go off, live your dreams. dan and phil would want you to.

[proudsnackeezowner]

Ooh dip and pip in the art thief AU from the fic you recommended me, maybe? 👀🎨

hi ser!! While I have another (better) spread dedicated to this art au theif coming for my phanart for phanfics thing I'm doing, I decided to do as you did for my ask earlier and just get outta my head and give you *something* lol!! So here is a low effort post-it for you!

Moments before disaster... poor art theif dan

(Little bit of context for whoever finds this: this is a doodle based on the phanfic "I don't blame you much (for wanting to be free)" by The_Blonde on ao3! It's an au where dan is an art theif, and phil is a security guard. I'll describe it a little more in a proper art post tomorrow as well but everyone should check it out !)

[cookietastic]

oh wats ur top 5 fave DP phanfic/dom tropes?

No type of order, just 3 I know for a fact! LISTEN I've been slacking on DP reading!!

Anything by @raveyardantics. If you haven't read anything by them, go do it now. I even drew art for one of their one-shots because I loved it so much It was Pitch Black

I love horror. We know this- There's a lot of angst in the fandom but not horror, so when I see a fic that's a horror, I lose it- Redemption has been updated in a year, but it slaps Danny and Dash ends up throwing down in the hallway causing Mr.Lance to find a way to have them get along aka Summer Community service at your local Busted Camp- I found out about it cause someone said my art reminded me of the fic and I had to see it was this passage here I think I fell in love

Listen I know I was talking mad shit about angst right now but- Phantom of Truth is on the first DP fics I read and it really is good and did a commission for!

[lexosaurus]

Hey, how do you track old phanfics? On tumblr I mean.

For other people? I don't keep track of other people's old fics. I just know of some people who do keep track of their own on their blog, so every so often I go to their blogs and scroll through and read their fics.

If you wanted to keep track of old fics from others, it might be smart to start an excel sheet.

This is what I used last year to keep track of fics I'd commented on during phic phight. Doing something like this, but for only fics you find on tumblr, might be a good idea! Though, I'd rearrange for that and would put the title or the author first so you can list alphabetically. And maybe I'd also throw in a column for a brief description!

For my own old tumblr fics, I have a page on my blog that I dump a link to everything. So every time I post or update something, I go and update that page. It's organized by longfics/multichapters (though the threshold for what counts as a 'longfic' is kinda arbitrary as I don't have a wc cutoff), then oneshots, then my dp art fics aka times I've seen art from the phandom and written a oneshot based off of it, then tumblr prompt fics (like from @danphanwritingprompts and others), and then crossovers. Within each category, the fics are listed alphabetically.