Just two skeleton girls in love💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡💜🧡💜

Based on @letswonderspirit RATTLE OC’s. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

They got AWESOME ART!!!!!!!!!!

[ID: digital drawing of Danny in a black clown outfit with white buttons, puffy collar and cuffs, white boots with black puffs on the toes, and a black and white pointed cap, walking along a tightrope. He also has on thick white facepaint with stylized black eyeliner and a black clown nose, and a number of piercings in his pointed ear. His eyes are solidly red, and his teeth are sharp as he grins sharply. His upraised hands are wreathed in green flame, and the circus tent behind him is in dark purples.]

Ectoberweek 2023 - Circus Gothica

Gary would like an “earth burger” from the “human realm” please.

This was an exchange request with @letswonderspirit of Johnny 13 and Danny Phantom racing.

The prompt I chose was “Snowball fight! With any character of choice”

I really do hope you like it!!

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Danny lay on the white ground, looking up at the bright sky and hating everything but the cold seeping through his clothes.

“You ok there, Jack Frost?” Sam asked as Tucker and her approached him, covered head to toe in winter garb.

“No.” Danny replied drily, shaking his head when he was offered a hand to stand up.

“So... it has begun, huh?” Tucker asked casually, kicking some snow nonchalantly to the side.

“Yes.” Danny grumbled, huffing a breath through his nose.

Dam and Tucker looked at each other, then at their sulking friend, and nodded with pursed lips as they walked away.

Danny sighed, wanting to go and hang out with them but not in the mood to do anything other than contemplate the unfairness of life.

But then the snowballs began barrelling his face and he had to sit up from his comfortable position and bat away the offending projectiles.

“Ouch!  Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” He whined. “What is it with you two?” He demanded once he spotted his treacherous friends recharging their ammo, not at all repenting.

“Well,” Tucker began, “we thought you really needed a chill-pill.” He said with a wide grin.

“Or two.” Sam chipped in, patting the snow in her hands.

“Or three.”

“Or fifty.”

“Jumbo sized.” They finished with innocent faces and smiles.

Danny scowled, getting rid of the snow on his face. “Look, guys, I know what you’re trying to do, but I really am just not in the mood right now, ok?” He said, trying to be reasonable.

His friends looked at each other with matching knowing smirks.

“The big guns it is.” Sam said, nodding to Tucker.

The techno-geek cleared his throat and, looking at Danny dead in the eyes, said, “Pluto deserved to lose its status as a planet."

Danny rearranged his position, crouching now and ready to jump up any second.

“Take that back.” He said.

“It’s true, though.” Sam shrugged. “Too small to be a planet, it’s better this way, the eight of us.”

Danny’s cheeks glowed with rage. How dare they! Pluto wasn’t guilty of humanity’s dumb beauty standards for planets! But he would teach them, oh, he would.

Gathering snow on his hands, he looked at his smirking fiends. Traitors, the both of them.

“You’re on.” And with that, began his massacre.

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