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it's a race against the clock, but we don't wanna watch
Behold i did a thing
What’s better than a clockwork man in casual clothes? A clockwork man in a suit. What’s better than a clockwork man in a suit? A clockwork man rocking a ballgown, of course.
17th April 2021
I’m staring to understand digital art perchance
Mooooooreeeee crp drawings!! I’m trying out new styles, I swear my art looks different every time I post😭
I didn’t forget Nina’s scar btw, in my version of her she chickened out and only cut the one cheek!!
I adore Clockwork and Toby’s friendship
Recent homicidal Liu drawings I LOVE HIM SM!!!!
The girl in the 5th drawing is Lyra’s ghost, which is part of my Au🤫
It’s been a while since I posted my au, but here’s some Toby and Clockwork shenanigans!! Tim is tired of them
And what if I told you I have a Creepypasta au centered around Liu and Toby where Liu is a sad, sad priest and Toby is a sad, sad 17yr boy. What if I also told you Clockwork and Liu have a sibling-like relationship and bond over the fact that they have sucky brothers, and Tim is Toby’s father figure. What if I told you that? Also Liu has to kill Toby or sum idkkkkk not important (it is) (Liu has never met Toby before then) AUGHHHHHHHHHH I’m gonna be dumping all my ideas on this account
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Retired!Pariah Dark AU
Jazz is having the time of her life psychoanalyzing Danny’s rogues and helping them with their troubles. Eventually she even convinces Clockwork to give Dan a chance at redemption.
Unfortunalety, Jazz doesn’t know when to quit and decides to try her hand at extending a helping hand to someone everyone else labels a lost cause.
Pariah Dark.
And it works! Eventually. Somewhat.
Well he won’t be killing anyone or crushing ghost cores, and that’s about all they can ask for.
Danny is still the king. But Pariah can now give his successor advice on what not to do. Also Danny sometimes throws paperwork duty at Pariah now that Dan’s parole is over and refuses to do it.
In conclusion, Pariah Dark becomes their new grandpa (Clockwork is obviously the weird grunkle) and he has no idea what he’s done to deserve this torture.
Inspired by @bywolfstar on Tiktok and the lovely art by @krossan
So I also got wrenched (gently) back into the Danny Phantom fandom from all the DC crossovers. How fun- Anyway, I am stuck on Clockwork being a parental figure to Danny because honestly I am weak to non-human found family.
This began as a response to a writing prompt, but it’s deviated enough from the premise to post without it.
She was walking down the crowded street to her secret laboratory, a street with merchant stalls and strange smells from the Yggdras caravans who brought great foreign cuisine and creatures for those whose purses were heavier than their heads.
She was not such a one.
She was a Dravidii, the caste of those magical metal-smiths who could make clockwork golems; strange entities of bronze, steam and the mystic chemical of aether that granted them life. But this science was not without flaw or risk; to create a clockwork golem could take years of effort, effort which could be wasted if a single part was out of order or the incantation to bind the will of the creator to metal and aether.
And this art is expensive, so she kept moving, ignoring the temptations of the sights and sounds; to a mind such as hers it was almost torture, for inquisitiveness was her favor and her foible, her birthright and her curse. Such is the flawed nature of the Dravidii.
Closing her eyes and focusing on her destination, she took a second to gather herself and, opening her eyes anew, she struck forward.
That is, until thirty seconds later, when she heard a voice emerging from a thickly perfumed stall to her right. A Yggdras woman dressed in a thick shawl that did little to hide her figure, holding an amulet in her right hand and a dagger in her left, was speaking to her. “Come here, Ivana.”
Dumbstruck by both the woman and by the woman’s knowledge of her name, she stepped towards the stall. “For fifty dras, this master-crafted amulet could be yours.”
Ivana looked at the amulet for a few seconds, sizing it up. It was definitely of Dravidii make, a net of bronze around a core of aether. She had never seen anything like it, and it was indeed finely wrought. To own it would be to own a piece of not just beauty, but power. Who knows what secrets it could contain. What she could learn from its workings.
Wide-eyed and a little mesmerized, she broke her gaze long enough to look down at herself.
She saw her formal clothing, plain and cheap as it was – with what little flair a Dravidii could add to it. Glued-on gears on her simple cap, some red cloth wrapped around her waist as a garnish for her belt on simple brown trousers, a matching, threadbare coat – fifty dras would be enough to starve her for another week or two, and she wasn’t sure she could make it through that. Not again.
As the thoughts whirred through her head like the bronze gears of her project, she finally came to her decision. Closing her eyes, she shook her head no, and turned on her heels to return to her path.
“Wait, girl.”
She turned back to the woman, who had taken a half-step towards her and outstretched a hand. Upon Ivana looking back, she regained composure. Whispering a little under her breath in a foreign tongue, the Yggdras woman began again, “I was rude. I apologize.”
Cocking a single eyebrow, Ivana stood silently. She had some inkling of what this was about; it was rumored that some Yggdras had the second sight, the ability to perceive some wisp of the future before it occurred. Each caste had their own magic, after all – the Dravidii the ability to bend metal to their will, the Yggdras the ability to perceive the future – but each must hone their ability, and not all had it to the extent of others.
“Learning the name of another to attempt to sell them a bauble is hardly a fair tactic,” said Ivana, somewhat feigning annoyance. Who knew, maybe she could get a discount.
The Yggdras woman nodded. “Let me offer you two things then.”
This time the raised eyebrow went a little higher. An offer freely made by a Yggdras merchant was a rare thing, after all.
“I offer you this bauble,” she said, taking three steps to stand in front of Ivana, and handing it to her. “And this,” she said, leaning forward, so that their lips brushed together into a subtle kiss.
Ivana blushed at this, and began stammering a little, “I… not… my…”
Putting the bauble into her coat pocket, she looked down at her feet, managed to mumble a quick thanks, and began off on her way at double-pace, without looking back at the (now, very confused) Yggdras.
She made it to her destination, after turning down an alleyway and about hallway towards the end, opening a hidden door with the touch of a button, disguised as an outwardly-pointed brick.
Entering the facility, she looked around, taking stock of her equipment and checking for changes. Her chair at the worktable was as she had left it, and the half-built golem lay on the table there, each finely-made piece interlocking to form a frame. Sitting herself down at the table, she leaned back and let out a heavy and self-exasperated sigh. She probably could’ve handled the merchant with a bit more tact, after all. Pulling out the bauble, she was surprised to see a bit of paper wrapped around it.
Extracting the paper, she found that it had writing on it. Reading it, she found it said only two things.
My name is Yvi, if you wondered
And beneath that, somewhat hastily scrawled as if done quickly out of embarrassment.
Dinner?
Looking down at her worktable, and her half-finished project, she weighed her options. Awkward as she was, she was loathe to turn down the opportunity to repay Yvi for both the gift… and (blushing at the thought anew) the kiss.
She looked at the bauble again, and began to work. The easiest way to clear her mind, after all, she supposed. Maybe the answer would be written plain in gears and screws.
Tinkering with the bauble, she found it had no catch or secrets, it simply existed as a finely-wrought artpiece. She knew it hid secrets, but how to gain them was a mystery. So, she fixed a chain to the amulet, and put it around her neck. Where better to keep it safe, after all.
She began anew on her golem, using her abilities to work bronze into proper shape, attach metal ligaments, wire the ‘nerves’ of the thing, and test the steam capacity, all the while, reminiscing of the history of this place, and of her family.
Her father had been a Vanis, whose abilities were charm and manipulation, but who had honestly fallen for her mother, a Dravidii that she had taken after moreso than her frankly foppish father. Her mother had been a clockwork golem-maker as well, working alongside her brother, Ivana’s uncle.
Her father had wandered into her mother’s shop one day, and began asking questions about how one makes a clockwork golem. Her brother had been intent on kicking the wayfarer out of the shop, despite his pretty features, but she was honestly transfixed by the curiosity she found in his eyes. He would show up daily, listening to her for hours about how the art of golem-building was partly a magical and partly a physical craft; a body could be made to the letter from a blueprint, but without the binding of a Dravidii’s will to the metal, there was no hope of it ever coming alive.
Ivana’s father returned day after day until he finally worked up the courage to ask her mother out to dinner. From there, a romance quickly blossomed. Ivana’s mother’s parents were long-since dead, so her brother, Ivana’s uncle, stepped in at a couple points to ensure Ivana’s mother’s fair treatment. And indeed, her father treated her well, though Ivana’s uncle would oft boast over dinner about almost breaking the fop’s nose a couple times to set him straight.
A year later, he proposed. A year after that, Ivana was born. But the pregnancy was hard on her mother – she never quite recovered her full health after, and bout after bout of illness took their toll, and finally her life by the time Ivana was eleven. Her father tried to comfort her, but Ivana spent the days in her mother’s study, until her father realized what he must do. Entrusting Ivana to her uncle, Ivana learned the art her mother had so cherished – the art of making a golem.
Now it had been eight years, and Ivana was building her third golem. Among countless basic prototypes, she had made two working complex golems – not the basic toys she could sell for fifteen dras apiece to collectors and children, but those golems worth thousands upon thousands of dras, whose very worth could spare her from the poverty that had surely claimed her mother’s life, as plain as any illness.
Her uncle had left some year and a half ago, to find his own way, entrusting his secret workshop and business to Ivana. He had given her a few dras, and told her she could make her own way, and that he would return when he had finished his journey.
She had not heard from him since. She lived a lonely life, either spending her time here or at a rented room in a nearby inn. The owner charged her harshly, but fairly enough for a nearby stay to work. In truth, she had probably spent more nights sleeping in the workshop in her uncle’s old chair than at the inn, but she was close to a breakthrough.
A golem that could pass for a human. She had been in correspondence with her grandfather on her father’s side, and had gained insight into illusion and charm, those coveted abilities that those of Vanis blood possess. Though she did not have the blood – taking after her mother so she did – she managed to come up with a rudimentary formula to grant the golem a likeness of humanity, if done in conjunction with the proper aetheric mix and focals.
She spent the day working on the golem, but the breakthrough was not coming to her. It seemed she had reached an impasse, a block that hours at the table could not fix. Sighing in exasperated fashion, she got up. It was time to go back to the inn, rather than try to finish this work that seemed to be trying to evade her.
She left the workshop and looked up and down the alley. She saw nothing, save a couple boys standing at the end of the alley. Walking towards them, she began to try to ask them where their parents were, until one of the boys ran towards her. As he did, she caught a better look at him. No older than eight, he was a speedy little creature, running up, jumping up and catching her newly-gained amulet by the bauble and tearing it loose, without breaking stride, and running.
Surprised and knocked aside, Ivana began to run after the boy, who was laughing at his newly-invented game of keep-away. Running down the alleyway and into the now-empty street, he looked back and bellowed, “You’ll never catch me!”
That is, just as a heeled shoe stretched out from the shadows beyond the edge of the alley, tripping him and bowling him flat.
“Gavroche, Gavroche, Gavroche,” cooed Yvi. “I thought mum had taught you not to take things that don’t belong to you,” she said as she leaned down, grabbed the amulet, and walked back towards Ivana.
“I was just playing,” said Gavroche, reddening at Yvi’s interference, whether from embarrassment or anger one could not tell.
“Sure you were, Gav, sure,” said Yvi, handing the amulet back to Yvi. “I’d like to apologize for little Gav’s actions. Our mother tried to raise him better,” she said, glaring sharply back at the boy who had barely managed to get back up into a sitting position, rubbing a skinned knee.
Looking back at Ivana and cracking a smile, she spoke again, this time in a cheerier tone, “In light of recent discoveries of the terrors that walk the night, allow me to walk you to your home.”
Wandering down the street towards the inn, they found themselves talking about their lives, a wonderful pastime for those with as interesting lives as these two, even if they did not know it themselves.
“I’m sorry about Gav. He’s been like that ever since pa died last spring. He’s been trying to earn enough money to help mum keep the house, as have I, but he’s young. Not too much work out there for him, and little of it honest.”
Ivana rubbed her hands together, to keep the could out. “It’s okay. It’s not like I had the thing that long, or that it would cost me anything if he had taken it, I suppose.”
Yvi laughed a little. Looking at her again, Ivana saw that the woman she had seen earlier wasn’t much older than herself – maybe a couple months, but most of the show at the stall had been simple makeup and legerdemain, to make her seem older and wiser.
“So, how did you wind up in a secret workshop in the middle of an abandoned alley?” asked Yvi.
Ivana was temporarily thrown, which seemed to be happening a lot that day. “I – it’s not – ummm… please don’t tell my uncle that you know that it exists?”
Yvi laughed. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, and I’ll make sure Gav doesn’t tell anyone either. But I’m fairly certain half the town knows it exists – neither you nor your uncle are very subtle, you know.”
Ivana shrugged. It was a fair criticism.
Before either had known it, they had reached the inn, and Ivana turned to speak. “This is where we go our separate ways, I think,” she spoke softly, not really wanting to leave.
Yvi quickly grabbed Ivana’s hands in her own. They were warm, which was odd enough, given the season. “You never answered my question.”
Ivana looked at her blankly.
Yvi sighed. “Dinner, Ivana.”
Ivana remembered the note and blushed. “I… may… be…?”
Yvi turned aside a little and muttered, “Well, it’s better than a no…” before turning back to Ivana.
“You have never once in your life been asked out on a date before, have you?”
“Well… no...,” said Ivana, blushing a shade redder than crimson. Most of the local boys were scared of her uncle, with good reason, and she’d never been asked by a girl before – or been confident enough to ask another.
“Well, I guess I should go,” said Yvi suddenly, turning to return the way she had came.
“Wait! Yvi…,” Ivana shouted, and then got a little quieter. Taking a deep breath, and then letting the words stream out in a single uninterrupted stream, “Would-you-like-to-go-out-to-dinner-with-me-please?”
Out of breath and blushing redder as the conversation wore on, Ivana began to hyperventilate as subtly as she could manage (which is to say, not very subtly at all).
Yvi laughed. “Of course, silly girl. Meet me at my stall tomorrow at twilight, and don’t you dare be late.”
She then ran off into the night, and Ivana, finally, saw the family resemblance between Yvi and the little rogue, Gavroche.
⦻ 𝐁𝐥𝐱𝐯𝐝𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐱𝐱'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⦻
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬...
☣ Nsfw ☢ Angst ♚ Fluff ☯ imagines ☤ fics
⦻ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 ⦻
♚☤ Soft blankets and rainy weather (M!reader)
⦻ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲/𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞/𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐗 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬/𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐮 ⦻
♚☤ Rekindled Love (GN!Reader)
⦻ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⦻
☤☢ Preacher's Daughter Prologue (F!reader)
☤☣☢ Preacher's Daughter Chapter One (F!reader)
⦻ 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲) ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐧 ⦻
The void is empty...
⦻ 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⦻
♚☣ S/O on their period [Toby, EJ, Liu, Jeff] (GN!Reader)
♚☣ Surprise Kisses [Jeff, Liu, Ben, EJ, Toby] (GN!Bsf!Reader)
☣ Giving and receiving hickeys [Toby, Jeff, EJ, Liu, Nina] (GN!Reader)
Happy valentines day! I'm DEEP in the creepypasta trenches again randomly so here's some popular ships!
And.. and one of my own
Okay, instead of Clockwork disliking the Speedsters, he's actually loving them cuz they made his work so fun and interesting, I mean, he knows everything and he also knows that the Speedsters would fix it sooner or later and the timeline would be alright.
And the plus side of it all, is that he gets to see it in his cog mirror shaped portal thing directly with popcorn in hand.
The dramas, the angst, the comedy, the romance and things. Its just a full blown telenovela to him.
So when the day came where he finally found a smidge of time to go on a vacation, he brought Danny with him, so much for the boy's confusion in Clockwork's sudden invitation to drag him along to Gotham then to space of all place.
Turns out, Clockwork just needed the 'human' Danny for a sec and trolled around in the watchtower that he got a human hostage while Danny was just confused as hell as to what's happening.
Danny: Clockwork??? Hello??? What's happening?!?
Clockwork and his cryptid speech: Unnatural of a fog, the forest has changed. This time, the flow of the clock is mine.
Danny:.... WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??!?
And then the JL just thinking that the human is in distress from being a hostage by this entity while Clockwork just wants to have fun.
And this is why the Observants wants to keep Clockwork at bay because of his trolling tendencies.
“Common enemies are how allies always begin." The most notorious allies in the show…. yeah… well, technically this is not all that cannon cuz *cough cough* Dan and Fright Knight…. but me boy! me story arc! Here is another thing. To do this piece, every character was sketched on the full canvas, but to help the program process all the information much faster and without any possible crashes, I took each character’s sketch and colored them on a new file. This means, I have every character as a full body drawing stored separately. What Im going to do is every day starting tomorrow, I’ll post each character, so you can have a better preview of them. Today marks another year for #Dannyversary For those that are new, 16 years ago (man!) Danny Phantom aired on Nickelodeon.
“Common enemies are how allies always begin." The most notorious allies in the show…. yeah… well, technically this is not all that cannon cuz *cough cough* Dan and Fright Knight…. but me boy! me story arc! Here is another thing. To do this piece, every character was sketched on the full canvas, but to help the program process all the information much faster and without any possible crashes, I took each character’s sketch and colored them on a new file. This means, I have every character as a full body drawing stored separately. What Im going to do is every day starting tomorrow, I’ll post each character, so you can have a better preview of them. Today marks another year for #Dannyversary For those that are new, 16 years ago (man!) Danny Phantom aired on Nickelodeon.
I am so using these
Clockwork’s Nicknames for Danny:
-Little Prince
-Stardial (inspired by the au)
-“Danny’s already a nickname Clockwork, I don’t need more”
-“Careful, he bites.”
-Nebula
-The Universe’s specialist dead boy.
Just imagining Danny freaking his rogues out with the fact he knows (and is on friendly terms with) powerful, god-like beings. AKA:the Ancients.
Questo è per chi volesse leggerselo in italiano. L'opera originale è di thebrainrotsreal. Le traduzioni sono state fatte da me con l'aiuto di Google translate. Spero che la sopracitata artista crei altre opere, magari sempre su questa coppia.
Fun comic page practice with a rarepair! Been thinking about my own ver. of Fright Knight for a bit, and decided he's had a close relationship with Clockwork back in the day! Calling it Night Time because I think it's clever. Also messing with Clockwork's design because I can't resist! (o´▽`o)
Altri post-it a tema Danny Phantom
🌹Mamma chioccia Clockwork🌹
💕Per questo ho preso ispirazione da un'altra opera che ho trovato navigando su internet💕
Come logorare un maestro del tempo
Mi è piaciuta l'idea originale e ho voluto provare a disegnarla nel mio stile. Quando ritroverò l'idea originale ne metterò il link qui sotto.
Mamma Naga
Meglio coi capelli sciolti o con la treccia?