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Just an update to let people know that the performance au has a name! "The Phantom's Façade"! (Or The Phantom's Façade AU, if you want)
One of my friends gave me the name idea, what do you think? :)
Here's a WIP, subject to change.
Hey so I like broke my back drawing hunched over for six hours last night so- No performance au art or art in general for probably the next few days, I just need a small break from it, sorry!
I do have an idea for how I could do the story though, I personally feel like it wouldn't be as impactful as a comic, but I still want to do art for the story, so I was thinking of a combination, but I don't know what I'd do... Thoughts?
Since I don't have any art to go with this post, take my favourite of the earlier sketches lol
Here's a full illustration for the Performance AU! I decided to do a version with and without the spotlight turned on! Which do you like best?
Also! Green blush! :D
Click for better quality! (I think)
Danuary Day 5
The day's prompt gave me a set of confusion so mind defaulted to poetic and dark. i give you angst sprinkled with fluff and metaphors that may actually be true. @crossoverdanuary will be cross-posted
Day 5- Fortune & Pokemon
It had been years since Danny had human connection. After all, the things he had known when human were long gone as his world had evolved. He had seen the slow death of all those around him, as he stood frozen in the narrowest space in the hourglass.
His world was the origin, the development had begun to branch as soon as his time paused. He was king, Balance, Space, Son of Time, and the Deity of Fortune. His luck and core blessed those who held others dear, and cursed those with no love or reason in their hearts. Many good souls had come and gone, some thinking themselves cursed but were truly the most blessed. He had created afterlives for those who died heroes and those who died evil. He made the worlds in between, always the closest to his home. So that he may protect those closest to his kind. His daughter and son shone their ideas upon worlds letting their choices guide the universes, after all they were his.
He was yet not full, his life was missing something, what; he did not know. He needed a friend. So what he created was creatures of his wildest dreams, fish that became dragons controling water, living ecosystems that developed sentience controling the plants they carried on their backs, blobs of goo that could morph and mimic, and shadow beasts that sough comfort in the energy they were made from. He created creature after creature, finding those in his memories and creating ones that may have brought them joy. He placed the creations on a world that he adored, a gift. Then he left a final being, powerful as he to look out for the little blessings of the world.
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High King Dannal felt a pull in his chest, a call for him. A soul was calling for him at a temple made by his gifts. Calling him Danny. It had been a long tome since the boy that never grew had heard that name.
He followed.
Danuary Day 3
Sorry but I have a bad schedule and my entries will generally be late @crossoverdanuary Anyway here is day 3 fic will be cross-posted later.
DP x DS
Danny hit the wall, the cracks around him flourishing. He needed to get away. If he could escape to the portal he would be safe. He took his fear and pushed it down. Then he flew.
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Tanjiro’s eyes flew open.
The surroundings haven’t changed, but…something is off. A new smell came through the window. Blood, and something I didn’t recognize, like a burnt wound or cooking meat. I quickly right myself and leave the futon to put on my uniform and haori. Just in time as well, the sun was setting. It was time to find the demon plaguing this town.
Walking through the streets it’s quiet, just like most towns. But there was a string of scents, like they were fighting-there! The scent from earlier, it felt almost; desperate. I rush towards the source, finding along the path strange patches of a glowing green substance, it might be the blood art of the demon. That isn’t good, who knows what it does. It might be a poison. The scent is getting stronger, I must be close! “Hn-ahh!?” Standing here, there is something. Covered in ash it has claws and fangs like a demon, but my brain says otherwise. Blindingly white hair hanging around pale skin, in the center of its face were two eyes glowing green like the puddles from before. It had fangs longer than should be able to fit into it’s mouth and the green dripping from a kimono that seemed to blend in with the night sky. It looks at me and snarls before it shifts into something more human, as if relaxing. Suddenly a giant flash of pure light blinds me, white fading from my vision. “Huh-“ in the creatures place now stands a boy with dark hair and ice blue eyes, he stumbles. I rush forward to catch him, why is he so light?
Curse my shaky ass hands
Space king Danny
This wonderful lineart was made by the talented @hannahmanderr
Finally Danny and Wes had escaped the army of thralls sent after them by the ghost that captured them, Danny trying to block out Wes screams of how this is all his fault
“If it wasn’t for you phantom, I would never had been in this situation, but no you had to taunt the powerful war ghost” Wes rambled, causing Danny to whip around and growl
Danny threw his arms out, almost hitting one of the creepy bone pillars “I get it Wes, this is all my fault, but I think I made up for it by laying my life on the line to protect you.” He turned back around and started walking deeper into the castle “now lets just find our way out of here and we can do back to never talking”
Wes scoffed, but followed Danny deeper into the halls of the labyrinth of a palace, eventually they found a large door, presumably to the throne room
Danny nodded to Wes and pushed the door open with a loud creek of old wood, the throne room being illuminated by the flames of the figures crown as they sat atop their stone throne 
The bright flames blocked the figures face as they slowly approached carefully, clearing their throats
The figure raised their head with an amused grin “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged to my door” sitting on the imposing chair was none other than Jeff Jefferson, Danny and Wes’s least favorite person “well don’t be disrespectful to your majesty” his smile turned smug as he glared down on them “bow down…”
Both males collectively whispered under their breaths “Shit..”
This amazingly detailed and truly worthy of our lord and savior Jeff was made by the wonderful @ovytia-art
Hello Danny phantom phandom
Plz accept me
I come baring gifts