#tw ectoplasm

[sarcastic-sketches]

Really missed opportunity during the TV Movie to not have The Master hypnotise Eight directly - no memory, no direction, I can't imagine his mental defences would have been that high either.

[part of an art event for @serpentinemalign]

Pose ref by melon_soup

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Reaching the festival arc in s4 made me notice two Very Important Things:

A) that powerloader is WEARING A SUIT- I noticed it in the manga but not in the anime how WHAT???? CLOTHES!!! CLOTHES FOR THE DIGGY MOLE MAN !!!!

And

B) that Ecto’s Costume apparently has Arm Holes???????? ARM HOLES?????? And also that he wears a watch over his hero costume- but arm holes……..

Hhh…

[aprocessionofthoughts]

goodbye

masterlist

day 30: goodbye

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

Finally Danny and Wes had escaped the army of thralls sent after them by the ghost that captured them, Danny trying to block out Wes screams of how this is all his fault

“If it wasn’t for you phantom, I would never had been in this situation, but no you had to taunt the powerful war ghost” Wes rambled, causing Danny to whip around and growl

Danny threw his arms out, almost hitting one of the creepy bone pillars “I get it Wes, this is all my fault, but I think I made up for it by laying my life on the line to protect you.” He turned back around and started walking deeper into the castle “now lets just find our way out of here and we can do back to never talking”

Wes scoffed, but followed Danny deeper into the halls of the labyrinth of a palace, eventually they found a large door, presumably to the throne room

Danny nodded to Wes and pushed the door open with a loud creek of old wood, the throne room being illuminated by the flames of the figures crown as they sat atop their stone throne 

The bright flames blocked the figures face as they slowly approached carefully, clearing their throats

The figure raised their head with an amused grin “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged to my door” sitting on the imposing chair was none other than Jeff Jefferson, Danny and Wes’s least favorite person “well don’t be disrespectful to your majesty” his smile turned smug as he glared down on them “bow down…”

Both males collectively whispered under their breaths “Shit..”

This amazingly detailed and truly worthy of our lord and savior Jeff was made by the wonderful @ovytia-art

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Teacake, daughter of Matcha!

This is Teacake! I was in the mood to make an OC, but I was having trouble deciding who, yeah? So I just started drawing until this happened.

This is the daughter of Matcha, but uhh I'm not sure who her second parent should be? Something whose sweet, or dessert oriented probably? I dunno, I'll ask around and see if I can find someone who has a sans like that they want shipped.

Oh that's the other thing! So canon, She's a child made via mistake, magic and stuff like that.

Anywho, she's a teen, pretty short (4'10) and those flags are the Transfem one, demisexual one, and abrosexual (romantic but it's the abrosexual flag) one!

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2024. Day Five

"Nails"

Ao3

Drabble.

Warning: Blood and ectoplasm.

- - -

Maddie had been washing her hands for a while now, but the blood and the ectoplasm wouldn’t wash off.

It had gotten under her nails, sticking to her skin, her flesh, and painting it green and red.

She had thought about just asking Danny to make her intangible so it would leave her body, but it would alert him that her fight with these ghosts had been less than smooth and easy and he would start worrying, such was her son.

So for now she just put on her gloves and pretended this had been easy, no need to worry.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

May I introduce my Space Rangers AU, just a teeny tiny bit?

At least- some initial doodles including some designs for it-

While there are a lot of other characters that have fun designs and backstories for this au, these four (+ Rusty) are the main focus for now-

They're space experiments, escapees from A.F.O (not the person), an organisation that experiments and tries to create perfect beings using solar and lunar energy extracted from suns and moons!

Brief character info:

PL:

Was stolen as a child from Earth and experimented on, ended up busting out and saving a bunch of the other kids.

Took them to Yuuei (a built up safe haven for all, home of the space rangers)

Ended up going on some adventures with Ecto, who was now his best friend that would tag along with anything.

Became a ranger captain and eventually built a crew with Ecto

They accept odd jobs and commissions, no matter the manner of them, and get money through them (+occasionally thieving things)

He ends up rescuing and breaking out more experiments from different A.F.O bases, and takes them to Yuuei for safety.

Rescued Rusty, who was in the animal space trade, and now looks after him and treasures him.

Hes about 70% space rock and metal and random alien blood at this point-

Loves to visit earth to get the snacks there.

Ecto:

Was a royal from a planet with constantly shifting gravity, so his body allows him to just kinda switch his own sense of gravity around if that makes sense-

(he can just vibe on the ceiling whenever he wants lol)

Also has this shadowy bone demon that lives within him/as part of him.

Got stolen and his planet kinda got wiped out, and off he went to go get experimented on.

He was supposed to be 'scrapped' but survived bc of Higari.

They made friends with each other when still young, Higari saved Ecto from being killed and he helped him break out.

Ever since then, he stuck with him and became a ranger with him (also ended up falling for him and becoming a huge mess about it)

He really likes the sweets that Higari gets him from Earth.

Tsunagu:

From an ancient civilisation that is now long gone, his entire kind was wiped out after him and a other kids got stolen by A.F.O.

Was part of the original experiments carried out by the actual AFO(person) before Tsunagu kinda went rogue, killed him, destroyed the original base and fled.

He is OLD as fuck.

He would qualify as a "royal" but wouldn't use that title, as within his civilisation they were all perceived as noble beings.

He can shapeshift, never shows his natural form due to insecurities with how he was experimented on, and trust issues.

The experiment on him went VERY wrong, and he was accidentally injected with the Solar energy of an ancient Celestial Solar Being :]

It inhabits his being and goes rogue sometimes. It is searching for its "Home", which happens to be its other half - an ancient lunar being <3

He is dangerous and grouchy as hell, but has a sense of humour deep down.

Also met Higari and his crew by being broken out of jail by him and now constantly relies on him to break him out of jail. Very often.

He's a captain of his own ship and crew.

Shinya:

Was stolen from earth quite a long time ago as a baby and not only experimented on, but raised by the scientists.

He was brainwashed and all that jazz to become one of their "higher functioning mercenaries".

He aided in their schemes and killing for quite the long time until he was sent on a mission out to earth.

This didn't go well, and he ended up losing all of his memory to do with A.F.O and space and only knew the information he was given to fit in: "Shinya Kamihara, age 33, scientist and medic for space exploration"

He came back out to space on an expedition and it went wrong, he got stranded with important dangerous stuff, and eventually gets helped by Higari and his crew and meets Tsunagu.

The rest is all a very long plot. He has to find out who he was and is.

He has hidden markings from his experiment mercenary days, and only certain circumstances/equipment/technology can reveal it.

He also, mirroring Tsunagu's predicament, is the host for the Celestial Lunar Being that is searching for it's home.

:)

Rusty:

The Bestest Boy

Is a Space Travelling Dinosaur

He is small, very huggable, and likes to eat seeds and nuts and occasionally anything else thats handed to him.

Rescued by Higari from being traded in the space trade.

He can blow lil sparkly galaxy bubbles from his nose-beak-thing, and step on them if he wants to.

He is The Best Space Ranger.

[mossydoodles]

experimental catified dp piece!

[ask-richard-jackdaw]

Richard,

Do you celebrate your death day as Sir Nicholas does? Or do you prefer to celebrate the day of your birth, or neither? I've happened upon the celebrations before and the dancing was wonderful to behold.

E 🖤

My darling E,

The notion of celebrating one's death is as bizarre to me now as it was when I was a student at Hogwarts, asking ghosts curious questions about their way of life (how ironic!) I know most spirits prefer to celebrate their deathday over their birthday but I never understood why. I do not want to dwell on losing my head for longer than it is required (unless I am losing my head over somebody I desire~).

Plus, how do you know how old you actually are in that case? Why would I want to start counting my life ghostly presence in this world from the saddest day imaginable? No, thank you, I would rather continue counting from the day I was born. And if the count still continues from the birthday then what is the point of celebrating deathday!

*Richard groans in frustration and continues to rant, making a gesture to his Scribe to stop transcribing for a few minutes. The ghost glides around the room restlessly. By all means, he is still a rather young ghost. Deathdays seem to be an acquired taste, the one that this specter is yet to truly get used to.*

The Deathday Parties of the other ghosts on the other hand... It used to be a bit strange, going to those. Once again, why would anyone want to be reminded of the day they died? But the more time passes, the more of those anniversaries I visit — the more fun they get! Not by human standards, of course, I certainly would not invite my lively partners to those without letting them know the full extent of such an ordeal. But the food, the conversations, and (as you've mentioned) the dancing!

If you ever do happen to be invited — let me know! I would love to show you what a ghost can do! Make sure to wear something warm, dear: despite the heat of the moment it might get dreadfully cold.

Eternally Yours,

Richard Jackdaw

[wool-string]

Baby Santo and his papi 🥺

[whatdaflippityfloppity]

Haha sum stuff

It had started out small, a slow drip of ectoplasm trickling out of Danny’s nose as they were working in the lab. Like the friend he was, Jimmy asked him if he was ok.

Danny just laughed stiffly and asked for a tissue.

So Jimmy did as he was asked.

He left the room to find some tissues.

And by the time he came back, he was greeted to the sight of Danny hunched over the table, trembling violently.

“Danny?” he asked.

Danny lurched forwards, knocking over his chair, and Jimmy rushed over to support him, noticing the distinct flecks of red among the garish green splatter on the laptop.

“I, I–” Danny’s reply was cut off as he retched, lurid lime spilling from his mouth and splattering onto the floor. The half-ghost blinked, leaning heavily on the desk with a dazed expression as he took in the viridescent stain smeared at his feet.

Then Jimmy was dragged down as Danny crumpled downwards.

“DANNY!” he shouted, holding him as he lay, twitching on the ground.

“Help-” Danny choked, one hand gripping Jimmy’s as if he were drowning and the other spasming in aborted motions. Ectoplasm leaked onto the floor, his eyes already vivid green.

“Just hold on Danny, we’ll get you help soon.”

Hey love your art quick question

How do you think the rest of the nicktoons will react to walking into one of Danny's episodes and his ghost half bleeds how do you think it would go down

This headcanon is really intriguing to me I love the idea 💡😍

thank you!! i actually have thought about this a lot and, well, knowing him he'd be too stubborn to admit that its a problem even though his condition is starting to worsen

sam, tucker and his family knew about it early on since he spends most of his time around them and it was bound to happen at least once when they're around but as for the nicktoons, he wouldve been able to avoid the subject for a while

at least until maybe one day, it'd catch him by surprise while he's helping out in jimmy's lab

[i90o3]

haii ><,, i read your pampering fic w mr crawling and i js. UGH. IM SO IN LOVEEEE 😭😭 do u do nsfw drabbles/fics 🤔 i read in ur rules you DO allow nsfw so,, could i request something nsfw abt a first time with him ><??

First Time.

context: First time with your pookie wookie bookie puppy bear.

Homicipher. mr crawling x reader. | Anypov…(?). NSFW | tw: ectoplasm c*m

Nsfw isn’t my strong suit but I have fun challenging myself, I do hope you enjoy this!

first time? ..confusing. And complicated. And clumsy. But oh.. does it feel so good.

It’s definitely a lot of build up over a couple months, like first soft pecks, then making out, slow and clumsy touches.

You have to guide his hands yourself until he gets the hang of it, but I think he’s a pretty quick learner. He’s def good with his hands (I actually think he says that in the game at some point) and his tongue.. (😜)

I’d say your on your bed making out, straddling his lap, your tongues in a heated battle with each other while his hand roams your body and his other hand is gently cupping your face. You’re starting to subtly grind against him, and he makes a chirping noise.

You can feel his erection against your thigh, and when you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling widely at you. He grabs you by the shoulders and switches your positions, pushing you down against the mattress while he hovers over you. He’s whining and chirping, rutting against your leg and wrapping his big arms around you, burying his face in to your chest. He’s so whiny and desperate for you, clawing at your clothes to try and get them off.

I saw someone say he’d be on the smaller side, but yall see how fucking tall that man is?? I def think he’s atleast 6 or 7 inches ..skinny, veiny, with a slight curve.

He’s chirping and making all sorts of noises when he finally sinks in to your wet heat, rutting so sloppily and clumsily. You jolt from how cold it is compared to your hot gummy walls, making you shiver. He has no idea really what he’s doing, but it just feels so good he can’t stop, can’t help himself. How you clench around him, how good it feels, its driving him insane. Burying his face in to your neck and wrapping his arms around you so tightly.

You can tell he’s getting close because he’s getting more vocal and his thrusts are getting even more sloppier (somehow), and you’re clawing at his back, whimpering and mewling. Your walls clench around him, milking his purple-tipped cock, cumming with a sharp cry. His hips stutter as you ride out your high, and he slips out of you, shooting his load on your tummy, rubbing his grey ectoplasm cum all over your soft skin, giggling maniacally.

After you clean yourselves up, you snuggle up to him, pulling the covers up around you both as he pats your head and you drift off to sleep on his arms.

11/11/2024. 9:38 am. @i90o3

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

how about for a prompt, some kind of AU crossover with ectoloader??? how would pl from one AU react to ecto from a different AU?

:D HELL YEAH!!!!

This took me a lil bit bc i couldn't choose which aus to use lmao

but here!!! I would've coloured the other one too but ran out of energy kdjfghd- but masquerade!Ecto is one of my favourites bc he is a Little Shit(tm) and masquerade!Higari is just a complete MESS. Meanwhile the deities are just old and confused.

They would all be SO confused, intrigued, or downright terrified LMAO

And a bonus:

Corrupt horrors!Ecto and Neon Souls!Higari :]

CH!Ecto is trying his best considering he's currently face to face with an alternate universe version of his deceased husband lol

But this was SO FUN thank you for sending this suggestion :D!!

[phantomwithbreakfast]

DANNYMAY DAY 03: Potential

Day 02 • Day 04

⟢ Same story—I wasn’t really sure where to go with this prompt. I almost skipped it. But… for myself, I pushed through. (More under the cut)

Genre: Angst / Hurt / No Comfort • TW/CW: Identity Crisis — Emotional Distress • A prequel moment to Scarred For Half A Life (phic) • AU — OOC

Danny stared at the stars. They always looked so still, so distant, so… perfect.

Not like him.

He wasn’t still. He wasn’t distant. And he sure as hell wasn’t perfect.

Everyone said he had potential. Teachers, Jazz, even his dad once, when he thought Danny wasn’t listening.

“The boy’s got potential, Mads—he’s just gotta find his footing.”

But Jack didn’t know what it was like to exist between death and life. To feel your body hum with cold ectoplasm while your heart still dared to beat.

Danny knew he had potential. But what good was potential if you had no fxcking idea what to do with it?

On paper, his future could’ve been extraordinary. His grades weren’t terrible, he was smart. Resourceful. Quick on his feet. Able to calculate gravitational forces and make emergency repairs with duct tape and sheer panic. He was—in theory—perfect for NASA.

Hell, he could survive in zero gravity without oxygen. He could float, phase, shield. He could explore parts of space no one else dared to imagine. He could change the world, the universe. If only they would let him.

But the truth twisted like a knife in his chest.

He wasn’t just smart. He was haunted. By the screams he didn’t stop. The lives he couldn’t save. By every ghost he fought and every part of himself he lost to win. He was a protector. A hero, they said.

But… no one ever asked if he wanted to be.

And now—now the choice stood before him like two diverging paths in a frozen wasteland.

One direction meant staying. Fighting. Protecting Amity Park. Carving himself hollow to make space for the needs of everyone else. Losing sleep, losing friends, losing himself just to keep others safe. Because ghosts didn’t wait. Evil didn’t pause. And if he didn’t stop it, who would?

The other path felt like a dream half-buried in childhood. To fly—but not as Phantom. To go into space, not because he had to escape, but because he chose to go. To be Daniel James Fenton—human, flawed, determined. To wear a suit that didn’t glow with a ghostly aura, but shimmered with the promise of the stars.

But NASA wouldn’t take him if they knew. No one would. They’d study him. Dissect—no, vivisect him. Turn him into something to fear.

He was stuck.

Not because he couldn’t choose. But because both paths meant giving up a part of himself.

If he chose to be the hero, he might never become the boy who touched the stars. And if he chose the stars… who would protect them from what hides in the dark?

Danny’s fingers curled against the roof beneath him, trembling. The stars above flickered, but none of them answered.

And deep in his chest, beneath his ribs and soul and scarred identity, something cold pulsed.

He had potential.

But that didn’t mean… he had a future.

[sari-wn]

awwwwwwww

they are horror lesbians <3