Danny Phantom Aesthetic Novelas e Histórias

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

All I can do is stare at Darragh Ryan with bugged out eyes. Fate has to be playing a joke. My aesthetic is delicate, sweet, romantic, cottagecore. His aesthetic is—the pants I wore all last week are fine. No shirt, no shoes, no problem. Haircuts are for the weak. I kill things with my bare hands in human form. I’ve been through hell and seen the other side. Tingles race across my skin as my stomach drops. When does it end?

Danny stumbled into the common room, ignoring the sign posted on the door. All eyes turned to him as he stood awkwardly at first, then straightened, letting the silence stretch. His countenance had changed. He was no longer the awkward Danny, jealous and petty. He was strong and full of unnatural confidence, a predator disguised in familiar skin. Jaiyana’s hand tightened around the glowing discus, its heat flaring as if it too sensed the disturbance. Kaplan’s brows drew together, wary. Kaelan rose half out of his seat, instinct pulling him forward.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

She smiled wide and said, “Are you ready, Master Danny?” Danny nodded and looked at her nanny one last time. Jane moved her head up and down and Danny grinned at the head maid. They went downstairs quickly as Danny saw his eldest brother, Daniel. He was sitting down on the long couch with her girlfriend’s arms draped around his arms. Danny quickly hugged his brother and beamed at his girl. Daniel was wearing a long, pewter coat and polo inside it. He also has completed it with a flint necktie and a tousled hair. He looks really striking with a prominent nose, narrow eyes that was opposite of Danny’s round ones, and a pouty lips. He also has a fair shape of jawline that makes him look really

To think I’m actually seeing it in real life. The composite sketch I’ve seen broadcasted didn’t do him justice. The sketch made him look gaunt and forgettable. The man in my living room is neither of those. Sharp jaw, grey-green eyes that are steady and unblinking, a mouth that's full on a face that radiates control. Black shirt stretched across shoulders thick with muscle. He’s built like a man who trains daily. The Phantom is in my house. I always pictured serial killers as ugly, lonely men in basements. This man looks like he could walk into any bar in the city and leave with whoever he wanted.

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

“Well, that’s about it. Nothing more to know.” She snorted back at her. “Liar. I saw what you did to those other guys. What did you do to freak them out so much?” Dannie grinned part in satisfaction and in part to try and freak her out. “I have that effect on people. I can walk into a room and people back away or try to kick my ass as if to prove to themselves I’m not a threat to them.” Dannie decided to keep the part about her being an empath to herself.

My pussy coils with sweetness as I recall that night. They were naked. Danny’s tight butt dipped as he pressed into her. ‘Ashley...Fuck... You’re so sweet...’ Danny’s voice. Her moans. “She’s always been the star,” I murmur. “Yeah, and you’re the lighting technician in the booth,” Jon says dryly. “You ever consider maybe you just don’t have the sex appeal?” My glare could incinerate him. But he’s not wrong. I’m all freckles, thick brows, wild hair. I feel like a glitch in a family of curated perfection. And I hate that I care.

I hope this doesn’t become a thing… I don’t know how much neon this crew can take! “I guess Gabe was wrong”, says Danny. “Pink is looking pretty good over there in that sea of black. You getting her a jacket”? “I dunno”, I told him. “She looks good in mine, doesn’t she”? He nods, “you don’t think it’s too soon to order one”! “Nah, man”, he says. “Coat that up before she gets smart enough to leave your ass”, he states through a chuckle, enticing one out of me as well.