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Day 2 of inktober and I’m already feeling stressed😎

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Prompt - Dirt, Shoelaces, Hip

@big-bad-grimbark

Shadows danced as the gravedigger did his work, lit only by a single torch placed above him, dug into the ground at the foot of the grave. Opposite lie the memorial tombstone, for a William Berk, a man who died in his fifties, and was well-liked by the town. A shoelace salesman, he made a living selling what many did not realize they need – baubles that make life easier. Why, the gravedigger himself had bought a set just a fortnight ago, from the man himself, not that it mattered, he supposed.

The gravedigger continued his grim work, with each shovelful of dirt making the hole greater down, down into the dirt. But then something was wrong. He put his shovel to the dirt, and rather than reaching soft, moist earth, it hit something hard, like stone. Thinking that perhaps he had just hit a rather large rock, a not uncommon thing, he dug around it and uprooted it, and saw what it was.

It was not a stone, as he had thought, but a hip bone – from a human. The gravedigger shrieked aloud at the discovery, for this grave was not supposed to be inhabited. Scrambling for the edge of the grave, to climb out, he was gripped by the ankle by a hand – or rather, the skeletal remains of one. Ripping it from the ground in his mistake, he dragged the upper half of a human body from the ground with him. This body was mostly rotted – next to no meat remained on the bones, but the rotted remains were enough to hold the skeleton together.

The gravedigger was on the edge of the newly-dug burial ditch, when he saw it, and froze in horror. The ground of many graves was convulsing as if the things inside longed for release, and then clawing to the surface came the many dead. He watched as a man who died from a gunshot wound, buried a fortnight ago, whose body had begun to rot, clawed his way out of his grave. He watched a grave for lovers who died in an accident, as one rotten corpse crawled out, and helped the second to its feet. He watched as corpses, by the dozens, crawled from their graves and began to group together in the center of the graveyard.

He watched as the corpses of the Leer twins, who had drowned and been found days later, bloated with decay in the ponds buried with their favorite toys, met up with the skeletons who walked out of the Lovelace mausoleum; a married man and his wife, wealthy enough to afford affluence in death.

He watched, and then he saw Him.

He was a tall, thin figure, playing a flute, approaching the dead. He was dressed in a cloak and hood obscuring his upper face, but his hands were pale and paler still in the light of the full moon above. The sound of the flute was unearthly, but it seemed as though the dead were drawn to it. He played with skill, but the gravedigger could not hear it.

He watched as the skeletons from couples’ graves began to pair off and dance to an unheard tune played by the thin piper, and then those who died unmarried began to pair off and dance, a waltz to death’s memory. As they continued to dance, the gravedigger fought to free himself from the grip of his skeletal captor. Dragging himself to the surface, he ran towards the gate, trying to avoid the crowd of the dead.

But then the piper saw him, and began to play a different tune, one that the gravedigger could hear. The gravedigger felt frozen as he saw her rise from her grave – the woman he had loved in her life, though she died before her time. She rose, and he saw her as beautiful in death as she was in life, clad in a white dress. She approached him, and curtsied, and offered her hand to dance. Speechless, the gravedigger complied. Together they danced, closer and closer to the crowd, but the gravedigger could not care. For even as he looked, he saw them all as the beings they were in life; men and women, beautiful and forever in their prime. He saw none of the decayed beings they had become; he could not see the bone or smell the rot of aged and dead flesh. He could only see the couples dancing, happy as a yule-day ball.

The piper played faster, and faster still they danced, keeping time with the pace until the waltz became an insane jig, faster and faster they turned, turning and he noticed not them approaching the grave he had dug. He was too caught up in his love being returned to him, if only for the night.

For hours they danced, and the gravedigger could not feel the burning in his legs as they ached from exhaustion, he could not feel the pain of his own aging limbs as they were pushed to their limits. He could not see himself, as his time with the dead drew him closer to them; in both form and function.

Finally, they drew to the lip of the grave, after hours of dancing, and by the time he noticed his placement, he had lost his footing and tumbled into the grave. Hurting his back in the fall, he could not move his legs. He raised his hands for help, as he saw the ghostly party gather around the edge of the grave. He silently begged them for help, imploring them, imploring his beloved to rescue him.

But as this happened, the sun creeped over the horizon, and the glamer was broken. He saw them as they were – skeletal, ragged creatures in the tatters of burial clothing, skeletons, some with coins over their empty eye sockets. He saw his beloved as she was – a bare skeleton now, with a hole through the right cheekbone leading through to the back of her skull.

He tried to scream, but no voice came out. He looked up, and saw that skeletons were pushing the heavy tombstone – weighing near a ton. He saw as they pushed it closer and closer the edge, and finally noticed his hands – aged and wrinkled, as if he had aged four decades in as many hours. He raised them to protect him, as the tombstone reached the edge, and tipped into the grave. The last sight to greet his eyes before the tombstone struck was the face of the Piper, a face like a grinning death mask, its cheeks cut and restitched, a smile that never lowered. A last smile for the departed.

I’M FREE FROM THE GADGET WEEK !! this was fun, i had fun, we all had fun…. time for me to disappear again because that’s the artist i am, i post and leave for eternity /jokes

i was inspired by my little sister’s homework and idk why, but it made me remind of inspector gadget and penny

this is a photo of me escaping the prompts lol

time to never post again let’s goooooo !! … maybe idk

ngl, i may have rushed a bit on the day 6 prompt, ALTHOUGH i managed to finish them so hhehehehehee

i wasn’t planning to draw a background for the right side since i suck at making them, so i just adjusted a png for it

also another moment of me showing my oc, her name is Cassia :3 had her since, yeesh, around September 26-27 back in 2022… of course she got new changes from the beginning of April

she got lore too ‼️

another two prompts, the lovestruck and the crossover !! adding my oc part with the lovestruck because yeah..

crossover is my boy astro boy wearing gadget’s fedora and being silly as ever

time to start doing the next rounds 💪‼️‼️

it’s been a while since i posted on tumblr, just made one post and immediately disappeared-ish, but i’m back for only one man and that man is inspector gadget 💪

done two prompts, even if drawing his head shape is a challenge, for him i’ll do it !!

most likely only gonna be posting the week thing and go back to lurking or sum, i’m mostly on discord

full screenshot of my favorite episode btw

Dc x Dp animatic idea

God, I read this fanfic-- real cute, real sweet, real angsty-- where Damian and Danny were siblings but instead of being twins, they were older-younger siblings. (Damian was the older, Danny was the younger.) And Damian was a possessive older brother 'cause his brother was (and is) dead and all that and Damian is just a naturally possessive person. And today I was listening to the song Body by Mother Mother and I just... had the greatest idea for an animatic.

First, for the song, trigger warning for some descriptions of different parts of the body getting 'gotten rid of'. (Ex: tear my teeth, tear through my cheeks. Take the nose, go and dispose, dispose, dispose, dispose.)

Danny has a breakdown with that song playing, basically. But, really, what I'm thinking is that when it reaches the climax of the song all the words the GIW have ever said to him swim around him, haunting him. "Ghosts don't feel pain." "Ghosts aren't people." "It'll grow back." Things like that. And it's Danny basically dehumanizing himself in order to feel safe? Secure? Something like that.

Surgical tools and weapons reach for him like they are ghosts in their own right, they cling to him, to his skin, to his heart and they claw at his body. Tearing him apart.

('Take my eyes, take them aside. Take my face and desecrate. Arms and legs, get in the way.')

Name of the Fanfic: Broken Bonds by PolarBearSeals.

"He Taught Me That the Hand That Feeds Deserves to be Bitten When it Beats"

-The Hand That Feeds By The Crane Wives

Alternatively!

Corporate Greed Strikes Again

TWs: Corporate Greed, Kidnapping, Human Experimentation, Torture, Violence, Blood, starvation

Danny was running away, it was getting to dangerous in Amity for him to stay. There were new rogues every other day getting more and more powerful as they popped up. The GIW had gotten even more competent in their weapons making, but not in their situational awareness. Just the last week, he had gotten shot at least seven times keeping civilians safe.

For the safety of everyone in Amity, it was bet for him to leave.

For good.

So he packed a bag, made sure there were no current loose ghost, made sure no one was inside Fenton Works, and then promptly blew up the portal with a modified ghost shield to keep the damage to a minimum. Unlike others, he was well aware of where people were and how the could be killed.

So now that everyone thought him dead, he ran. To where? He didn't know. But he needed a pit stop somewhere to get some food. Danny landed on the roof of a building reaching for a map he had stored somewhere in his bag. Shuffling things around he couldn't seem to find it.

"Damn, must've dropped it," Danny muttered. Turning, he only got a second to look at the blur coming for him, but then Danny only knew darkness.

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Danny runs away when theres more and more causalities in Amity. He blew up Fenton Works while inside to make it seem like he died, and to those that did know about Phantom, dead dead.

He makes pit stops, and at one point accidentally cuts himself as Phantom and leaves not knowing there was ecto left behind.

A scientist about to get fired from some big corp trying to get green/clean energy stumbles upon it, and thinks its his big break.

Soon he had the entire company board on board with his idea, no matter that it could be breaking meta laws and could get them all life in prison.

The hunt for the unsuspecting meta, one Danny Phantom, was on.

And then when the bounty hunters, somehow getting their hands on ecto weapons (Maybe the GIW donated them? Maybe they had commissioned them from the Fentons? who knows) get a ping of his location? They sent their best hunter and got poor Danny.

Danny soon wakes up and realizes that "Oh no, where am I?!"

He soon learns that is the least of his worries.

Danny is then tortured, and the people soon realize he has a human side, so they quickly modify the ghost chains to make sure he stays a ghost.

He then Bites a guard and is then muzzled.

The Big Corp soon starts draining him of his ecto while trying to figure out how his body produces it

After all, he who controls the supply controls the market

So while Danny can't turn back into a human, in a low ecto rich environment, and constantly being drained of what fuels his ghostly body, he begins to feel the effects of starvation, because "Ghost are dead, they don't need human shit." and quote.

Well Danny was a special lil halfa and needed food in order to fucking survive

Soon, his hazmat suit starts to become baggy, not fitting anymore and it slowly progress until his eyes start to become clear, becoming the pure ecto green of his flesh in blindness, his bodies way of trying to conserve enough energy until he can get out.

The scientist, seeing the green eyes immediately rip one out, wanting to see if his eyes had a more concentrated ecto that they could use. They quickly learn, no, its clear and has little to no ecto.

Danny's voice has stopped working a long time ago at this point.

The Bats then notice a once failing Clean energy company suddenly thrive.

They investigate and are disturbed to realize that they are using a purified Lazarus water as the main fuel.

They then hunt down the source building and sneak into it, trying to find the source

Bruce is then distracted, going down a heavily guarded hallway unnoticed.

He opens what could only be a vault door, then peering through a black netting with a green sheen, he see's Danny.

What happens after that? Idk but if someone wants to pick up they can :D

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Tbh its been a hot min since ive actually drawn smth so im a lil out of practice lol.

Anyways i wanna thank the besties (gender neutral) in the Batphantom Club House discord for giving me songs to put on the list 🤗

I needed smth to make the brain worms go brr and so im making my way through the list.

The songs on the list help me catch a prompt for a drawing, and, well a prompt lmao, whether its the lyrics or the rhythm or overall vibes lol.

DCxDP Prompt

Ra's had a secret, one that not even his closest confidants knew of.

In an undisclosed location, in a twisting cave system deep below the earth, is a hidden cavern. Within that cavern is a very familiar green glow, but this pit is very different from the rest.

Because in the center of the pool, hung by an excessive amount of glowing chains is a pale being with white hair and green eyes. They hang limp and listless where they are impaled in countless places, leaking bright green into the pool below them.

This was Ra's greatest secret, Lazarus himself.

The being has never spoken, has never done more then stare listlessly at the pool beneath themselves and has never answered a single question Ra's has asked no matter what method he implemented.

Ra's had planned to bring Damian to Lazarus once he was old enough, but the child had proven himself unloyal once the detective got hold of him. It was a disappointment.

Tim though, had proven himself a more viable heir. Smarter, more clever and willing to do what the detective would not. So when he had taken Tim from the desert bleeding out from a fatal wound, he healed him and brought him to Lazarus.

What he didn't expect was for Lazarus to speak to Tim.

Nommmmm nommm nommm (*^◯^*)

WRITING PROMPTS - Assassin

An assassin decides to kill anyone that tries to make her kill a child.

"Aw, baby. You thought I came over because of your pretty face?"

An assassin and a detectibe fall in love.

"I'll hunt him down for you, unless he pays me more than you do."

Two assassins go after the same impossible target, and fall in love along the way.

"I aim well."

A pair of teenagers scam people by pretending to be assassins without killing even one person.

"I'm expensive, sweetheart, and it's not money that I take."

So y'know how Batman and Iron Man like to help *cough cough* adopt *cough* sad chuldren (specifically orphans)? Yeah i have a thought, don't get mad, and i NEEDED to share it.

Batman meets a kid (cause we have to change a few things) who just lost his parents to a car crash. Kid's got a whole company to take care of and expectations and eyes on him. Batman, of course, adopts him. The kid? Tony Stark.

Now Tony heard of the incident, truly heartbreaking, and decides to attend the funeral because the Waynes were good people. He meets their only son and child, Bruce, who's in this depressing and angry state. Kid's got no one but the butler (Alfred) to look after him. So what does Stark do? He (unofficially) adopts Bruce and looks after him.

Now there are quite a few plot holes but fudge it, it could work. I just think that though they strongly dislike each other they also would've understood and adooted each other if one was younger than the other. But like i said, lots of plotholes.

Mini dump of some of my favorite drawings I’ve done for Smaugust!! (Prompt list is from @/Maahismaaria on insta)

The Deep Lands 🏕

Amity Park is strange; even without the ghosts' destruction, the ectoplasm is enough to change and make things strange. The residents just as eccentric and weird. But they can be friendly when they want!

However, the national parks near or in Amity Park are terrifying.

People disappear mysteriously to never be seen again without explanation or are found eventually either dead or alive in the most unexpected places ands strange circumstances.

Those that do come back, become different. There is no true explanation.

Amity Parkers or Ghosts take notice that there is just something— ancient and primal deep in the mountains, where stone and trees older than humanity bleed with energy of even the most deepest parts of the Infinite Realms. It is enough to ward ghosts to indulge in their obsessions away from nature and into Amity Park, something familiar.

Has the land changed with them? Or has it always been there, untouched until now?

For when Phantom flies by the large vaste land, he takes caution. Entering in with the respect one would have towards a home, or rather a haunt.

It calls to him.

Prompt: A Star Is Born!AU for any of my ships pls😆😆‼️‼️

Thinkin bout the use of cars in whump,,,

Whumpee gets hit by a car

Whumpee is in a car accident

Caretaker is in a car accident and then emotional whump

Or

Whumpee gets in the car only for whumper to point a gun at them and tell them to drive

Whumpee gets in the car before being knocked out, whumper then gets into the front seat and drives

Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the back seat

Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the boot

The possibilities are endless,,,

Thinkin about split knuckles,,,

Bloody and bruised skin pulling tightly over bones. It’s just. Yeah.

So I know this is often played for comedy but

Tranquilliser darts??

😳😳😳

Idk man but theres the initial pain of getting hit, the confusion or panic, the slow stumbling collapse to the ground.

Then your antagonist waltzes on over all smug and scoops them up like a sack of potatoes. Yeah❤️

“Please don’t give up on me.”

Bonus points if caretaker really wasn’t planning to

Exasperated caretaker/team member dialogue

“What part of stay there don’t you understand?!”

“I swear- you’ll be the death of me!”

“I’m going grey- You’re making me go grey.” “You are not going grey, you’re 25!”

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

“Okay, new rule- From now on your plan is not allowed to be ‘run in head-first and see what happens’.”

“Is asking you to shoot me a little ‘I’m not dead’ text every now and again really too much to ask??”

“So let me get this straight. You heard gun-fire. And you ran. Towards it?!”

“That’s it- You’re in time out.” “What?! I’m not a child-“ “I don’t care! Time out!”

“Must you bleed on everything I own??”

Big fan of characters who are just so done lmaoo, part 2??

One of my favourite simple yet effective whump tropes??

Pistol whipped!

Maybe they’re on their knees, held at gun point yet still quippy and sarcastic. Their captor gets fed up and with one quick strike, they crumple to the ground, out cold.

Character B hacks another cough into their hands, probably their hundereth of the day.

Except this time, as they glance down, they see specks of blood amongst the phlegm.

Well that’s new.

“That’s practically a blizzard out there- you’ll never find them!”

“Well I at least have to try!”

In light of all the snowy weather my area is having, consider:

Character A, their friends or their team following a trail of bloodied snow to find an injured and lost Character B.

“Now, now, darling- You just keep your pretty lips shut.”

One of my favourite rare/underused whump tropes??

Locked in a freezer.

Especially those kind of ice chests?? Like freezer boxes?? Only just big enough for someone to fit in, not much room to move at all.

Someone beaten and shoved into one of those. The bad guy either locks it or shoves something heavy on top. Our character jolts their back into the lid, realising with horror that it won’t budge. Maybe they’re manhandled in, bound and gagged, praying for their friends to find them.

Or one of those walk in freezers in stock rooms?? Our character is moving some boxes around when whatever’s propping the door open shifts and the door swings closed, locked. Or perhaps our character is fighting our bad guy, who shoves them in and locks the door, making eye contact through the little window before leaving. Or maybe our characters friend or co-worker closes the automatically locking door, without realising someones in there.

Maybe I’ll go on about it another time but I think the concept is pretty niche, I never really see it

Character A is left standing alone in the hallway of the hospital, clothes stained with Character B’s blood.

A feverish Character B leaning into Character A’s cool touch

Something I enjoy: Person not used to being carried gets carried

Character A enters the dark living room to suppressed whimpers and hitched breaths.

“Character B?? You okay??” They ask, barely able to make out Bs hunched form on the couch.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” B hisses through grit teeth.

Character A furrows their brow before fumbling around for the light switch, flipping it on as they find it.

The first thing they see is Character B slumped on the couch, face a sickly pale shade.

The second thing they see is the wad of paper towels Bs got clutched against their stomach, soaking up an alarming amount of blood.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Character A says softly, inching closer with placating hands, “It’s okay, I’m here to help.”