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[hannahmanderr]

41 GRYA GHOST

~ 41. kisses to shut them up

Danny used Spontaneously Kiss The Girl Trying To Hunt You Down. It was surprisingly effective!

~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

[half-deadmagicperson]

8 and 12 for ask game 👀👀

8. What's the most fun and least fun parts of your process?

For me I'd definitely say that I like filling stuff in with pencil or pen. It's just a nice feeling. The sketch phase is definitely a lot of fun cause it's more free form.

The least fun part is when I fix up the rough sketch and try to get the proportions right. Sometimes it can be a bit frustrating to make the pose look more natural.

12. Show us an old drawing

Not my oldest, but this one is about 4 or 5 years old. The drawing is of three of my OCs from the time.

[weshney]

DannyMay Day 16: Fangs

Full Webcomic Scrolling Format Version

[weshneyreblogger]

@dooshek

Green color is for Danny Phantom, one of my fav cartoons growing up. The intro song was awesome and I really liked some of the character designs for the baddies. Danny’s parents were the best of the series for me, they were hilarious.

[scarletsaphire]

@dooshek the second veggie burger scene for the ask game.

Tucker wrinkled his nose in disgust, grabbing the napkin next to him and spitting the half chewed mush into it. He took a thick swallow of his chocolate shake. "You are doing nothing to change my mind on the matter."

"Oh come on!" Sam protested, throwing her hands into the air. "That was one of the best fake meat replacements on the market right now. It tastes exactly like beef."

Tucker crossed his arms. "You may be an expert in suspicious plant based meat replacements, but you are no expert in good beef. Or any beef. Or any other meat."

"And I take pride in that fact," Sam interrupted.

"No matter how much pride you take, it still makes me the expert on meat. And I still say that none of these plant based scientists have ever tasted meat in their whole lives."

"They totally have! Why else would they be making these replacements?" 

"They totally haven't! How else could they say this," Tucker poked the not beef patty with his fork, "tastes like meat?"

"Have you tried thinking about happy cow faces while eating it?" Sam suggested. "It might make it taste better when you consider that every bite you take isn't soaked in the blood of an innocent animal."

"Have you ever watched Veggie Tales?" Tucker shot back. "Those vegetables have faces! How are you supposed to eat a cucumber when its Larry's cousin!"

Sam threw her hands in the air in anger. "No I haven't seen veggie tales, I'm Jewish! And even if I had, its a cartoon! Cartoons aren't real."

Tucker opened his mouth to add a rebuttal, but was cut off before he could do so. "I'm sorry," the waitress, a shorter, petite woman with short hair said. "But if you're going to keep fighting like that, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Tucker glanced around the restaurant they were sitting in, catching Sam doing the same. A number of the surrounding tables were staring at them, with others make a point to not stare at them. He felt his face heat up slightly in embarrassment.

Sam, of course, had abandoned the concept of embarrassment sometime in high school, and had no issues with defending herself. "We weren't fighting, we were debating, there's a difference," she pointed out. "But we understand. We'll keep it down."

The waitress gave a tired, strained smile at both of them. "We appreciate it, thank you."

The two sat there for a moment, watching the waitress walk to another table, before turning back to each other and giggling, Tucker mostly with embarrassment. "I feel like we should have seen this coming," Tucker said, his voice much more hushed than it had been before.

"Considering this is like, the 3rd time? Yea, probably," Sam said.

"Next time, I'm choosing the date spot."

"Only if you admit that the patty was good," Sam argued. At Tucker's glare, she laughed a full laugh. "I'm kidding." Tucker couldn't help but laugh along.

[jackson-imbecille]

Got tagged in this by @floq and @did-sm1-say-catfish, but the chain was very long so I’m making a new post. A song for every letter of my username.

These songs are going to be wildly different from each other, but they’re all good. They’re not songs that represent me or anything, I just like them.

J. Just Dance- Lady Gaga

A. Angel’s Song- Debby Harry

C. Core Pride-Uverworld

K. Kate- Ben Folds Five

S. Safe and Sound- Capital Cities

O. Ode to the Bouncer- Studio Killers

N. No Sleep Tonight- The Faders

I. I Dig Rock and Roll Music- Peter, Paul, and Mary

M. My Way Home is Through You- My Chemical Romance

B. Banana Wars- John Powell

E. Electric Angel (Rin and Len version)- Vocaloid

C. Closer- Nine Inch Nails

I. I2I- Tevin Campbell

L. La Vida Es Una- Karol G

L. Lady Madonna- The Beatles

E. El Juidero- Rita Indiana

Tagging @rotten-rodentia @lemon-snake @jackalspine @pricklenettle @dooshek @deuynndoodles @nanaarchy @halfa-ghost @gotatoastonmyass @eldritchsoupconsumer @lexosaurus

Y’all don’t have to do it tho if you don’t want to

[w-piwnicy-forda]

help I’m stuck in the basement please let me out

Kad | she/they | main: @dooshek | artblog: @kadziduo

Chilling and reblogging cool gf things 🫡

[hannahmanderr]

@dooshek i feel like this is literally me with you

correction: i knew, i knew the whole time plz say somethiNg nice TO ME plEA

[hannahmanderr]

BUT i will also ask for everlasting trio >:)

"Okay, look." Danny sucked in a long breath. "I've thought about this long and hard, right? And you know, I really don't think I want to do this, soooo, now that I've come to that decision, we can just call this good, yeah?"

Sam scoffed. "Fat chance, Fenton. You're doing this whether you like it or not. Quit being such a baby."

"You just gotta relax!" Tucker said, clapping a hand on Danny's shoulder. "It's really not as bad as it seems."

"You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding. This is, like, more dangerous than fighting Plasmius, the Ghost King, and - I don't know, Clockwork all at the same time!"

"Why would you be fighting Clockwork?"

"You do remember he tried to kill him the first time we met him?" Sam asked apathetically. "I'm getting tired of this. You've got one more chance before I come up there and manhandle you into doing this, ghost boy."

Danny balked, turning paler than normal. "You guys don't get it! I'm just -" He snapped his mouth shut as he realized he'd been about to spill something he very much did not want to spill.

Unfortunately for him, Tucker and Sam knew him too well. They stuck him each with their own look of suspicion. "You're just what?" Tucker asked.

But Danny didn't answer. Instead, he slouched in on himself, folding into a position Jazz would surely give him an earful of a lecture on the importance of good posture if she saw him like this. "It's nothing," he grumbled. "You two would just laugh."

Though he didn't see it, Tucker and Sam exchanged a look. Sam's face softened from utter irritation to mild disdain as she saw the pitiful puppy-dog face Tucker was giving her. Seriously? she asked with her eyes.

Yes, seriously! He needs this.

I don't want to coddle him!

It's not coddling, it's called supporting our boyfriend in his time of need.

Sam let loose a loud sigh. "We're not gonna laugh at you, Danny. If it really means that much to you."

Danny cast them a sidelong look. "Right. Because you sound so genuine about it."

"C'mon, you know she means it," Tucker prodded gently. "She's just being her sassy Sam self."

"Hey!"

"If there's something on your mind," he continued, ignoring Sam's protest, "we want to hear it. That's what we're here for."

"There's a reason we love you, dork," she said, a smile finally crossing her face as she punched Danny lightly in the arm.

Danny couldn't help but crack a tiny grin of his own. "You promise you won't laugh?"

"Mmm, within reason."

He sighed and somehow slouched into his seat further. "I'm... scared, alright? I'm scared of this."

Sam laughed.

Immediately, Danny whirled around to face her, eyes blazing. "You promised!"

"Sorry, sorry!" she said between giggles. "Okay, sorry. For real. But seriously, what's there to be scared of? It can't be any scarier than flying, and you do that all the time."

"It's way scarier than flying! At least when I'm flying I have control! How am I supposed to have control over this?"

"That's the point of practicing," Tucker said. "So that way you do have control. Like I said, it's really not that bad once you get the hang of it."

"You won't know till you try," Sam taunted in a sing-song voice.

Danny's eyes flickered back and forth between his partners. Tucker wore his heart on his sleeve often enough for him to know he meant his words. Sam preferred to hide behind a mask of indifference and righteous indignation, but she couldn't hide her true feelings from him after so many years.

"Fine," he grumbled, sitting up. "I'll try. And I'm sure I'll regret it."

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Ten minutes later, the three sat with pale faces and clenched fists.

"How. Did you manage. To do that?" Sam whispered in bewilderment.

Danny's hands refused to let go of their hold. "I tried to tell you!"

Tucker shook visibly. "I thought you were exaggerating when you said you drive worse than your dad!"

"How could I possibly exaggerate that?"

Sam's poor little Impala sat perfectly nestled at an angle, straddled between two of the dumpsters behind the Nasty Burger. The little blob ghost clan who had claimed the dumpsters as their home had come out to investigate the commotion and were currently cuddling up to the three shell-shocked teens, chirping in an effort to calm them down.

"I want to know how you always forget you literally have the power to turn intangible!" Sam punctuated her statement with another punch to Danny's arm, this one harder than the last.

"Well, excuse me! I'd like to see you try to remember that sort of thing when you're in the heat of the moment!"

"I really can't believe that somehow, Danny Fenton is a worse driver than his dad," Tucker whistled, unfazed by the argument happening to his side.

Two of the blob ghosts, Jeff and Ketchup, glanced at each other from their spot squished against Danny's stomach before returning to their cuddle session. Nothing really out of the ordinary when these three were involved.

[half-deadmagicperson]

20?? 👀👀👀

I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

[weshney]

You know what would be a cool event? (NO DOOSHEK. NOT HAPPENING)

Ahem.

If a group of artists got together and basically used computer generators to select dp fics at random. Every few days a new one could drop, and anyone who isn't against reading the fic would try to make some small artwork for it. (It doesn't have to be big. Even a rough sketch makes most author's days, weeks, and sometimes months.)

It's kinda like my other idea, where you could get roaving gangs of commentors. But this one is for fanartists.

[dashing-through-ecto]

@dooshek it's them!

College Era Relativity Falls FT. some Dipcifica ^^

[hannahmanderr]

i was right in the prev one but ill also give you 45 for swagger bishie for fun :evilgrin:

~ 45. sleepy kisses

tHIS ONE EXISTS IG HKLFDHSFD anyway uhhhhh how does Dash's hair work and also i could've picked better colors but OH WELL LET'S PAY ATTENTION TO THE GOLDEN TWINKIE PROPAGANDA bc i will singlehandedly change this ship name to Golden Twinkie do not test me

i like to think this is in college. they're both the kind of guys you see on campus in the dead of winter wearing just their t-shirts but honestly they're the only ones allowed to do that

Danny drools in his sleep. For some reason, Dash finds it endearing.

~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

[half-deadmagicperson]

5!!! 5 FOR MUSIC

We Built this City by Starship

Also literally most 80s music ngl

This Ask Game

[hannahmanderr]

PITCH PEARL 47

~ 47. feather-light kisses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Phantom had barely finished phasing through the wall before he started to speak. "Fenton, Fenton!" he gasped, despite his lack of a need for breath. "You'll never believe it! The Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady! Did you know they're -"

He cut himself short at the sight of Fenton, illuminated only by his desk lamp, slumped over at his desk and fast asleep with his open history textbook as a pillow. In spite of the little pool of drool forming over a portrait of James Madison, Phantom's core stuttered at the sight.

How was it that even in the middle of his sleep, Fenton still managed to render him speechless?

Although Fenton had most certainly been awake when he'd left. Had he really been out that long?

Apparently so, if the alarm clock was accurate. 1:28 stared back at him accusingly, as if to try and rub it in that he'd abandoned Fenton for nearly four hours, whether intentional or not. Guilt hit him like a brick wall.

He floated over to the human without a sound. Although he reached out to shake Fenton awake and try to persuade him to sleep on his bed rather than his desk, he stopped himself just short for the second time in as many minutes. His eyes came to rest on the face he could only describe as the epitome of peace and beauty.

How could he disturb a sight as breathtaking as this?

But he hated to see his human sleeping in such an uncomfortable position...

Silently, Phantom maneuvered himself into a position crouched next to Fenton. A little bit of intangibility and a whole lot of patience was thankfully all he needed to lift Fenton out of his chair. Of course, this left him with an entirely new problem.

Floating there, holding his sleeping human against his chest like this, was enthralling. Something about Fenton's steady, slow pulse, the way his bangs fluttered with each gentle breath, how he unconsciously curled himself into a position to fit perfectly in Phantom's arms...

The ghost swallowed. Focus. Get him to bed.

Except he found himself wanting to devote his focus to Fenton. Devote his core and being to Fenton. Hold him there forever and keep him safe and in his arms and eternally close to him.

Fenton shifted. With a long, deep breath, he twisted himself deeper into Phantom's arms, burying his face into the ghost's chest. Warm breath bloomed from Fenton's mouth and onto Phantom's chest, right above his core.

He swallowed again. Why did this feel more impossible than any ghost battle he'd ever been in?

Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly drifted towards the bed. Lowering Fenton down took very ounce of willpower he could possibly muster. It will be worth it when he is safe and comfortable, he tried to reassure himself.

And sure enough, the sight of Fenton's head laid on the pillow, black hair splayed out against the blue sheets, was worth it.

In spite of the pang in his core, Phantom smiled. Perhaps this is what those romance novels Jazz loved to read were talking about when they spoke of true love.

With a sigh he did not need, he moved to turn the desk light off only for a pale hand to reach out and grab his.

"Don' go," Fenton mumbled into the pillow, eyes still closed. Phantom stayed there, frozen in midair, praying that he hadn't woken up the human.

But how else would he know where to find Phantom?

Fenton's arm slowly curled back in towards his body, and Phantom, still petrified, allowed himself to be pulled along. His knees hit the bed. He sank into the mattress, eyes still locked on the human's face.

A blue eye cracked open ever so slightly. "Don' leave me," he gurgled again. Phantom found himself being guided to lay down next to Fenton. The bed was only a twin size, forcing him to press right up against the human.

"I'll just make you cold," Phantom whispered, his voice barely audible.

The eye closed. "Blanket."

Right. Of course. The one they were laying on. Phantom easily phased it through the both of them and draped it over their bodies. Really, he didn't need it, but something about the idea of sharing it with Fenton...

Their hands were still clasped together. Phantom used his free one to gently brush a few stray hairs from Fenton's face. Fenton's breath had already evened out again.

Beautiful. Stunning. Enchanting.

Ever so carefully, not wanting to wake the human up again, he leaned in and ghosted his lips across Fenton's. "Sweet dreams, love."

Like breathing, Phantom also had no need for sleep. That night, however, for the first time since they had become two people, he slept the night away, laying right up against his human. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

[hannahmanderr]

@lavendarlily @dooshek @scarletsaphire