Danny Phantom Fic/Art Trading Board [CLOSED]

Did a trade with @mobster-wife via the @danphan-trading-board ! I wonder if I can get this to count as part of ectober. (Click image for better quality)

Check out the DP x ATLA crossover @mobster-wife wrote for the trade, it’s awesome! https://archiveofourown.org/works/26746516

Also, here’s a little writing blurb I wrote to go with this (T for swearing, if you’re that age):

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

 In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

 Dulce Et Decorum Est: By; Wilfred Owen

  4:40PM

The shield shifted and swirled, looking like the ridges in fingerprints, something Danny never noticed before with his shield – Is he breathing? –  It looked like the sands lost in the wind or iridescence shimmer to the colors found when light reflected in bubbles and oil. It obscured Vlad’s lab with a green tint.

If he wasn’t carrying the bundle of white, he would’ve clawed at his throat. Covered his eyes. Kicked away. Something. Anything. All his muscles were tense. His throat tight, his form rigid. Distantly, Danny imagines his muscles pulling apart his spinal cord, the column in disarray like shattered porcelain. There was a cry and Danny loosened his white-knuckled grip, tried to be gentle. Tried to be careful.

His whole body jolted as if shocked when his back hit the wall. Unaware that he was walked backwards, scarcely aware of the fact that he was standing. His body jitters like the wreathing of an insect on its back and Danny sharply breathed in through his teeth, making a hissing sound like the steam escaping pipes. Remembering how delicate the bundle in his arms was: shakily, slowly, he lowered himself to the ground.

 5:00PM

Sam and Tucker pass the stone archway and rush down the steps, footsteps echoing through the metal walls and the thuds echoing from the masterly carved stairs. Hearts pumping and with their arms and bodies pushing through the air; they run down the spiral staircase, and closer to the bright flashes of green, pink, and red that throbbed at the bottom. Mouths dry and skin clammy, they run because- Danny has been missing for ten hours. Because- Vlad must’ve took Danny. Because they- have no one to ask for help if it all goes wrong. Because they- hacked the security and they have a thermos and a hide-a-way eco-gun, but they can’t fight him. Not with just these. Not without Danny.

There’s a door with metal bolts that looks like a mouth for no other reason than the fact that it’s slightly ajar and hanging. Even at the doorway it reeks of ozone and smoke and it was cold as goosebumps prickled their arms. Sam and Tucker soften their steps as sweat drips to the floor. They both look at each other and they both knew. This was it. They get Danny or they don’t. They win or they don’t. No matter what happens, now is their best shot.

They clasp hands in that moment. Sam squeezes Tuckers hand and Tucker squeezes back, not daring to look at each other. Eyes steadfast at the sliver crack of light from the door, before they let go, palms and fingertips grazing, and Sam opens the door. Slowly. Soundlessly. Tucker with the thermos and Sam with the eco-gun.

Danse Macabre - Dance of Death

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The next day Vlad fly back to Wisconsin with his luggages under his right arm and Maddie under his left...

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