#phan is my otp

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

btw this is how i picture dnp in the phoffice every time they name a gaming video THE most annoying clickbait imaginable simply to fuck with us:

[goldenpinof]

Phil's 37th birthday countdown ↴

1 day: IS PHAN MY OTP?? Taking Old British Youtuber Quizzes

[hingefreelester]

Forever haunted by ”Where’s the heart next to phan?”

[thistooisphanyuri]

Now we’re all back in that mindset?

[an-internet-introvert]

How am I spending my evening you may ask, well I am doing those old YouTuber quizzes and oh boy, apparently I am more like Phil, Dnp would adopt me, Jacksepticeye is my youtube best friend and the YouTuber ship I am most like is Phan, god I love quizzes

[anticw-spn]

amazingphil come back here

[amazingphil]

IS PHAN MY OTP??

Taking old British youtuber quizzes

[thisdayindnphistory]

This Day in Dan & Phil History - June 19

2010 - dan's dailybooth. tag yourself im "do you like fishies :3"

@danielhowell: ASDFGHJKL -

^ that's my "being eaten by shark" sound effect.

I keep forgetting i have this website xD so as there have been lots of interesting photos taken of me recently, I should remember to booth them.

so as from today I will upload moar photos. starting with me being eaten by a shark at the Sea Life Centre in Blackpool ^-^ {THE WORST PLACE ON EARTH EVERRRRR} (blackpool not the aquarium - that was awesome)

has anyone ever been eaten by a shark? ..or do you like fishies? :3 that's a better question.

2014 - not the gay cult allegations😭

2018 - THIS GAME IS TOO BLOODY HARD - Dan and Phil play: Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes #3

2019 - 🐕

2023 - IS PHAN MY OTP?? Taking Old British Youtuber Quizzes

[pinof]

IS PHAN MY OTP? Taking Old British Youtuber Quizzes

[yonpote]

i gotta get back on my phan shit. phan is my otp. i ship phan. phan is real. phan is super fucking real. i eat sleep breathe phan

[phantangled]

IS PHAN MY OTP ✨annotations✨

[phregnancy]

phan is cancelled 🙅 jodanthony is my otp 😍

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffy Ending (2) Masterlist

part one

All That Really Counted (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "Imagine your OTP in bed after a fight, facing away from each other. They both begin to feel guilty about the quarrel, and roll over to apologize… at the same time. They do it so abruptly that they bump their heads together. After being dazed for a few moments, they giggle and kiss, twining their legs together and snuggling. They quietly murmur their apologies and endearments to each other until they fall asleep." based off of this tumblr prompt. (x)

Boy (wattpad) - wreckthisphan

Summary: “You’re an idiot but I’m an even bigger idiot, so let’s fall in love”. In which Phil is selectively mute but Dan can’t hear so that’s okay.

could've knocked me out with a feather (ao3) -deletable_bird

Summary: “Thank you, love you,” says the guy, and freezes. Dan’s smile suddenly feels a lot more genuine. Fluff, 2.6k

Flower Crown Luck (ao3) - HeartsAndSpades

Summary: Punk!Phil has a slight crush on Pastel!Dan and when Dan drops his flower crown in the library, Phil returns it and they start talking.

Friends Shouldn't Kiss Me Like You Do (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan knows Phil is in love with him, and has been since 2009. But as he realizes his feelings for Phil, Phil slowly stops loving him.

Hotel Day (ao3) - Fluffyphanfics

Summary: Dan and Phil do not have enough energy to go out of the hotel since they were at a YouTube event (you can choose). So, they have a lazy/fun day at the hotel

How Rare and Infinite It Truly Is That We Exist (ao3) - Felilla

Summary: In which Phil is obsessed with the stars and Dan realizes he’s in love with his best friend.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it - phantasticlizzy

Summary: He feels it when Dan’s thumb is wiggling out of his grasp, rubbing the pink skin under his eye relentlessly, making Phil squint. “Stop that,” Dan says. His voice is commanding but also soft and it only makes Phil cry harder.

or: the aftermath of a fight

little by little (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: Dan's voice is voice relaxed and liquid, his posture much the same. He’s draped over the arm of the couch, looking at Phil upside down, the rim of a half-full wine glass clasped in the fingertips of his right hand. “You’re drunk, you arse,” Phil tells him, skirting the coffee table and sitting down at his feet.

Love Of My Life (Phan Fluff) (ao3) - thegirlwholikestowrite

Summary: I suck at summaries. Three words; Phan, fluff, coffeshop.

Play Me A Song, Write Me A Story (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: Dan is an English teacher who loves words but doesn’t quite love his job, and Phil is the new band conductor/music teacher with bright blue eyes that Dan loves to describe.Their friendship blossoms instantly, despite both of them wanting more right from the start.

Sick in New Years (ao3) - Fluffyphanfics

Summary: Prompt: Phil got really sick and he decided to have New Year alone at the apartment but Dan surprises him.

That Guy (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: One video by a certain YouTuber has Dan Howell wondering for years.

We Always Come Home (ao3) - YourEyesHoldTheGalaxy

Summary: Dan comes back early from Playlist to an empty new flat and wonders what that means for him and his future with Phil.

We'll Never Be Royals (Extended) (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: royalty au where phil's the kind handsome prince and dan's a poor commoner who dreams of becoming world class musician. phil's parents hold a ball so he can meet his suitors, but he ends up falling for the pianist instead.

We’re Okay - whatisfanfiction

Summary: Dan is scarred, probably forever, which makes him vulnerable to ‘fits’. Phil, who takes Dan under his wing, tries to make things easier. Its just kinda angst with a really fluffy ending.

What was 2012? (ao3) - Yayroos

Summary: Dan and Phil talk about what 2012 was to them, now that they are together at last.

You Are Not Trivial (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: dan being a ghost doesn’t once hinder the friendship between him and phil. the two are constantly there for each other, despite their various differences in problems, and they never let the concepts of what’s ‘real’ and what isn’t define them and the relationship they have.

You're Beautiful (ao3) - Kovicenterprises

Summary: Dan's a sleepy baby and Phil can't help but fall in more in love with him every minute.

You’re Mine and I’m Yours - danalingphil-fics

Summary: Phil get’s possessive over Dan. Fluffy ending.

[thistooisphanyuri]

I really hope there’s gonna be a sequel to this video because he looked like he was having so much fun

[an-internet-introvert]

For Dan and Phil Appreciation Week:

Day 6 - Favourite Solo Video(s)

IS PHAN MY OTP?? Taking Old British Youtuber Quizzes

This video just has such chaotic energy and brings me so much nostalgia for that era of youtube, also hearing someone mention Martha was wild

Dan's Version

[hostess-of-horror]

Experiment of the Heart ❤️

A Yandere!Phantom x Peach Fanfic

@salamifuposey @strawbunniiee @kindpopstar @hotpinkboots @medys-space @darkmedolie @tiramegtoons @sleepy-heads-blog @lemonbaloni @theboarsbride @lulu-baked-beans (and all my mutuals)

Since I had made that Vampire!Snatcher fanfic for Halloween, I figured I'd write another one but with Phantom and Princess Peach! This one is a bit less self-indulgent, but it is a creepy short story of these two. Every day is a day closer to Halloween.

Content Includes: Stalking, Descriptions of Gore, Torture, and Death, Kidnapping, Implications of Forced Marriage, and Very Toxic Romance All Around

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He patted his forehead with his handkerchief. No matter how many times he tried, he simply could not wipe away his profuse sweating. Drops upon drops streamed down his face, causing him to be more flustered than he already was. Fanning himself would only make it worse. His breathing became heavier; his heart fluttered – no, pounded, as if it was going to burst from his chest. His whole body agitated with pure excitement. He was usually good at keep composure, but as he stared through the window, all of his urges flamed like a wildfire.

She is so beautiful. Peaceful, like an angel.

Nothing could ever bring him as much joy as she did. It didn't matter what she did, what she wore, what she said. Anything, and everything, stirred his emotions into pure rapture. To merely gaze upon her would light a spark of hope inside of him. He could not describe it, or at least describe it to where it made sense to anyone else, but needing her was not enough. It was not enough to take her and worship her. He desired her essence. He yearned for whatever made her tick. He longed to... absorb her, in some way. To study her, to somehow infuse all of her into his body, to thrive on her and her alone. Without her, how could he move on with his existence? Again, he could not properly describe it. But perhaps, this must be what others call “love.”

He watched as his angel combed her long, golden hair. The bristles glided through the strands without any effort. Oh, how he wanted to embrace its softness! Everything about her, from her hair down to her nightgown, looked soft to the touch. He almost reconsidered this endeavor. Almost. Maybe if he were to place his hand upon her, she may just shatter like glass. But, maybe not; as long as he's careful enough, anyway. He had no intentions of truly destroying her, of course. His plans for her would only have her understand him in the deepest level possible. To truly understand him, she must become him. Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself! His composure was slipping from his grasp. He could not take it anymore – he must make his move now or never!

He phased through the window.

Appearing before his angel in the dead of night was, by far, the most thrilling part. His heart throbbed wildly at she turned around to see him. The sweat dripping from his forehead increased tenfold, but he did not care anymore. Her eyes – those cerulean jewels – stared upon him. In fear, yes, but... Oh, those eyes! Finally! How he longed to drown in her gaze and never come up for air! He could feel his grin stretching, widening into the biggest smile he ever had, and his cheeks warming up into a shade of bright red. However, as much as he wished to meet his beloved in person, he had never given a thought as to how he would properly introduce himself. Flustered into a stupor, he reached towards her and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could utter a single word, his angel collapsed. Reflexes took over his body, catching her in his arms. Once more, his heart pounded in his chest, shaking him to his core. His breathing quivered. He swallowed to calm himself down. But how could he calm down when she is finally in his embrace? Within moments, the whole world around him seemed to disappear.

Reality itself as he knew it was gone...

All that existed, in that very moment, was nothing but him and his sweet, little princess.

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Phantom laid Princess Peach down on the cold slab before him. Before this, he had set up a part of his lair to achieve his goal. On the walls were torn pages of anatomical diagrams and biology magazines with strings woven around tacks like a haphazard maze. Photos of her hung from the ceiling, dangling above the slab as a makeshift chandelier. Tools of all sorts, from rusty scalpels to sewing machines, were scattered across the room. Rolls of fabric, sharp saw blades, bandages, forceps, mannequins dressed in wedding gowns – all of these complimented the twisted fixings of a horrific surgery. Phantom lightly brushed Peach's hair from her face. Still, she was beautiful. He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts; his eyes wandered around. In a corner, there laid a pile of dusty books, all published for medical fields. He picked up the biggest book of them all and began to scan the pages as he floated away from the laboratory.

Where could he possibly start with? Perhaps Phantom could start with the stomach. After all, his own stomach, where his gramophone is located inside, is the most important organ. Cut it open, remove the unnecessary insides, and there would be a place for her own instrument. A seed of music would be planted into her and soon it shall bear a whole new life for him to cherish.

Or, maybe, the legs first. Surely she would not need them anymore. They are useless in his world, so therefore they are useless to her. Although, it make take some time for his bride-to-be to function without the means to run away. And why would she run away anyway? She will be treasured for all eternity, a muse worthy of his worship. Peach will become Phantom's finest work of art.

Or, what about the head – more specifically, the brain? Now, he could attempt a lobotomy, but such a task is risky. Phantom did not want a machine that would fill in the void of his isolation. He wanted a companion. A companion that would live, breathe, and love--

Ting-Ting-CLANK!

The shrill sound of metal awoke him from his deep thoughts. What could have possibly made that sound? In a flash, he flew back into the laboratory. Risen from the slab and standing across the room, examining a small blade in her hand, was Peach. Phantom raises an arm to block the entrance, but she did not appear to be escaping. Instead, Peach glances behind her, shooting a look of curiosity at him. Maybe she's confused, Phantom thought. “Is this... a hobby of yours?” Peach asked. Phantom blinked; he tried to answer but, for some reason, he could not piece together his thoughts. Like always, she had rendered him speechless. She continued, “You know, it's nice to find out you're not alone in this world. Especially as a surprise. I apologize for fainting earlier ago; it must have been such a bother taking me here.”

Phantom stared at her, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Surely, Peach should be frightened or at least just as confused as he is! He tried to speak again, but again, nothing. “You must be wondering why I'm not scared of all this, aren't you? Why I'm not screaming for Mario to come and save me? Well, then perhaps it's time for me to confess something... to you.”

“What... is it you wanted to confess?” Phantom finally spoke.

“Ever since we've first met, I wanted to see you again. Of all this world's creatures, you are by far the most interesting being I have encountered. To think that the fusion between simple objects and a life form could creating something so marvelous! And one I can easily converse with too! And your voice... It haunts me! To say that I wanted to hear you again would be an understatement.No, no, sir – I must hear you again. I need to hear you sing again! And, most of all, I need to know more about you! Absolutely everything about you. From your voice, to your flesh, to your large stomach – I must explore everything there is to know! Please, Mr. Tom Phan... let me love you.”

Phantom was stunned. He had no idea whether to be frightened or ecstatic. A flurry of emotions flooded his mind, none of which could make him break from his state of shock. Lowering his guard down, he slowly approached her. Peach smiled sweetly at him, encouraging him to come closer.

Phantom lowered himself to allow his beloved to hug him. His heart pounded once again, the sweat pouring down from every crevasse of his body.

He melted in her touch...

...what is... this feeling...?

What is... happening?

A massive force of gravity pulled him down, pinning him to the ground. Weakened in strength, Phantom could not lift himself up. His mind slowly went numb. His sight became hazy. He felt himself flop onto his back, his eyes fluttering, trying to stay open.

Above him was Peach, looking down at him, and in her hand was a syringe.