The abrupt question, coming from his best friend, was enough to snap Danny out of his stretching yawn mid-movement. “My teeth? What’s wrong with my teeth?” Danny asked, more than a little confused as he blinked at Tucker.
Tucker in turn looked at Danny with incredulity, and a touch of wariness. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?” the other teen asked, a concerned look slowly emerging on his face. “You look like you’re trying out for some sort of vampire movie or something. That, or you’re getting ready for Halloween like… seven months early.”
That caught Danny’s attention, and he found himself running his tongue over his teeth. It didn’t really feel all that much different than it had the last few times he’d done it, but now that Tucker mentioned it, he was a little more aware of how his upper eyeteeth seemed to drop down just a little further than he remembered a long time ago, and seemed just a little bit sharper.
Panic flooding his system, he looked around for the nearest reflective surface. Surging to his feet, he rushed over to Tucker’s mirror, staring intently as bared his teeth at his reflection. And as if mocking him, the slightly elongated canines glinted cheerfully back at him through the mirror.
“Oh shit!” he swore, backing away from the truth in his reflected image, a hand clasping over his mouth. How had he not noticed!? Surely he would have felt something wrong with his mouth when they appeared! But as he thought about it, he realized that this hadn’t been a sudden thing. He remembered thinking there was something strange going on with his mouth a few weeks ago when he was brushing his teeth, but he hadn’t really noticed anything that out of the ordinary. And if they’d grown in a little at a time, then he wouldn’t have really felt the difference that much, would he?
Or maybe it had been that he hadn’t really wanted to see, and had ignored all evidence of this change until Tucker had brought it up. Even now, his best friend was climbing to his own feet, looking at Danny in concern. “H-hey! I’m sure it’s nothing!” the other boy tried to reassure Danny with a flimsy
(totally normal human-looking) smile. “Maybe it’s just something all ghosts–”
“Don’t!” Danny said, removing his hand and scowling at the floor. “You know that isn’t true. There are plenty of ghosts who don’t… don’t have…”
“Fangs?” Tucker tried to supply helpfully, wincing and shrinking back a little at the glare Danny leveled at him when the Halfa finally looked up. “Dude, you gotta stop doing that. It makes you look kinda… um…”
That stopped Danny cold, his face paling at the realization. Tucker was actually afraid of him. Because of these… these fangs. Because of what they both knew it implied. Without another word, Danny suddenly transformed, going invisible and intangible and phasing through the ceiling of Tucker’s room, ignoring the startled shout from Tucker, as well as the call to come back. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he had to get away.
Was this it? Was this the sign that he had been right all along? That he was inevitably going to become some sort of cruel and uncaring monster? After all, there were only a small handful of ghosts who sported fangs of any type, and nearly every single one had been either monsters, or so evil they might as well have been one anyway.
A cold sensation that had absolutely nothing to do with Danny’s core filled the Halfa’s chest as he flew home with almost reckless abandon, only knowing the need to get away, to run from the truth that Tucker had exposed. But no matter how far he went, the truth would go with him, ever present in his own mouth.
Well… It wouldn’t be for much longer. Not if he had anything to say about it.
alright so somebody was talking to me about core munchkins like me and Silver’s precious son Danlet and I thought I would write up a post about my theories for ghost babbys. There are a bunch of theories that coincide with this so if you’re curious about those send me an ask or a Skype request!
What a core is, in an incredibly un-detailed description:
Hiya! I don't know if you'll know of any but I figured I'd ask since you're one of my fav DP blogs ;0; Could you recommend some good fanfics where Danny becomes something other than a Ghost/good AUs of that sort? I was reading a Mer!Danny fic today and now I want more of that type of AU. Thanks in advance! <3
Doodles from last weekend (? the weekend before? the 31st-2nd?) that I finally got around to posting, I might clean some of them up later but who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
1-some Danny and Norman // 2and8-Tourmaline from PhantomRose96′s fic that I drew without a ref and that’s why they look wonky // 3-Danny // 4-My first time drawing Wirt and i’m really happy how this came out // 5-Tucker // 6-Sam // 7-another Danny and wth are hands // 9-Danlet for SilverMP because that poor child is so sweet // 10-a classy dorito // 11-Hiccup // 12-Mabel (my first time drawing her and I think it came out ok?) // 13-stan(ley) and (stan)ford *read: the reasons i can’t sleep at night* // 14-Dipper aka Spectral doesn’t know how to draw hats // 15-poses, facial expressions and a random GF/DP sketch // 16-Random blue girl // Page 3-I broke down and made a gemsona, their name is labradorite and i’ll probably post some more about them once I get their color pallet figured out
in which Danny is trapped in the Thermos for aaaaages, until the world changes. (good battery life lmao)
And he’s finally able to escape when the battery/energy for containment runs out.
When he comes out of stasis, the entire world has changed.
He doesn’t have any real applicable survival training for -actually lost in the wilderness forever- so he changes into his ghost form to avoid starving to death.
But since there’s no real source of ambient ectoplasm like his ghost form is used to, he ends up having hunger pains (ghost huuuunger)
He comes across a small Titan and it attacks him, so he attacks back, and BLASTS it apart. Ghost hunger kicks in and surprise! Titan blood isn’t steaming away because it’s hot… it’s steaming away because it’s cold.
Dry Ice cold - enough to burn your skin.
Formed from a weird type of ectoplasm~
So Phantom goes preditor-mode at Titans, and eats them/drinks their blood to survive, becoming more and more feral the longer he goes without meeting real people + having to fight for his life all the damn time.
Trying to sleep in human form just makes him remember how friggin hungry/thirsty his human body is, so he just stays as Phantom.
I dont know how long exactly he’s out there, but long enough for his hair to get awesome and flowy because long white hair makes creepy stares 7x creepier.
Sooo he ends up stumbling across an Expedition, and follows them all sneaky-like because hey! Humans! Awesome!
but they all speak German and he’s been slipping into ghost-language after being alone for too long so he can’t even eavesdrop.
(hello armin you’re so cute when terrified)
someone spots him and he immediately goes invisible to avoid being attacked.
The humans ARE NOT HAPPY with this, because now they think there’s tiny titans running around invisible and they could be attacked at any moment aaaaahhhhhhh paranoid night!
And at some point they’re attacked by an actual Titan and Phantom mostly-invisibly shreds it, then starts eating because he’s friggin hungry after trailing these guys for so long.
That one agender character with the crush on Titan physiology ends up going nuts over Phantom, delighted it can actually (sorta) talk and react with humanoid sentience.