#tw ectoplasm

[half-deadmagicperson]

Green With Envy

Lineart by the amazing @marzfartz

For the event @green-with-envy-phandom-event

[jamiethebeeart]

Gore lineart by @tsubaki94 // it was so fun to back to my roots of "how many bruises and cuts can i fit on danny from ghost fighting" (cw: blood, bruises, cuts, cuts on inner forearm, bite bruise, restraint marks, blood/ectoplasm smear/splatter)

(also shamelessly looking at @green-with-envy-phandom-event 's cw tags to use)

[jadenoryuu]

blood, ectoplasm, and thicker things by mystyrust

Summary:

Why was his voice not working?? His hands, his feet, his –!

And that realization – that he was no longer in control of his body, the core of his life – was the scariest of all.

After a ghost fight, Danny’s body morphs in ways he can’t understand. He tries dealing with it by himself, until he can't hide his melting core anymore.

@ecto-implosion here we goOoOO!

This event was such a blast and sharing it with my awesome partner @mystyrust made it even more fun!

A bit of story behind the art: the idea came to me this summer after the nth heatwave that had hit my country. The "I feel like melting" kind of heat. So inspiration struck me: what would happen if an Ice Core was vulnerable to heat?

Thus the first pic was born!

Second pic under the cut that is kinda spoiler-y of the ending, so I decided to hide it... (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

This one came to me later for my need of a happy ending (I can't really go without it, sue me).

Water is so hard to paint, why didn't anyone warn me about it?? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[dailudannos]

Ectoberhaunt: Banshee/Wraith

(in Irish legend) a female spirit whose wailing warns of an impending death in a house.

[sansxfuckyou]

You know nothing

Summary: You wake up cold, freezing, icy even, but as you slowly look around you find you're not alone.

Warnings: Implied Vivisection, Gore, Open Wounds, Ectoplasm, Ghosts, Tagging, Minor Eldritch Traits, check tags for further warning.

Authors Note: I have been thinking of the aftermath of all the times I ruined Danny and decided I should go in depth with the help of Dave Strider as a plot device, comfort characters and all, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

Misc: Tagging @sobredunia cause they said to do so if one could understand it without reading Homestuck

You're cold, so, so cold.

You slowly wake up, grasping and reaching for sleep as you're pulled into light from the sludge of darkness. You don't want to sit up, you don't even want to breath with how icy it is. But you do anyways, pressing yourself further up the dark, chrome wall lined with veins of glowing green despite the ache in your bones. You pat your chest, pat down your entire body and you find a tacky name tag with your name on it, 'Dave Strider' you almost cringe at the red marker that was used.

As your shade covered eyes adjust to the darkness you notice someone else, that and an ever growing puddle of green near their corner. They're shivering, you can barely make out the shudders in their fuzzy looking form with their legs pulled to their chest and head between them, arms curled around.

You speak weakly.

"Y-Yo, you up?" You asked gently, they snap up, their eyes flash the same green as the veins in the wall and the puddle on the floor, and in their mouth you swear you see a glint of fangs.

"Yeah, what are you doing here though, don't you know its not safe to be comforting?" They respond softly, their voice is cracked and broken, your heart aches at how ruined he sounds.

"No." You reply before going to stand, the gravity of the room catches you off guard as you stumble and your head swims with the pressure change, you nearly fall, barely able to hold yourself even with the green vines stabilizing you.

Where did...?

Ah.

The kid did it.

That makes no sense actually.

You stare at the kid, finding that puddle of green has stretched out to you and their straining to keep it held up. Fists clenched and glowing green, teeth gritted revealing shiny fangs and now you can see ears pointed and pierced with blinking red metal rings. They had been tagged by someone, you didn't know what though, but you didn't have time to ask who or why when your eyes fell lower and lower to the tear in his fit.

A deep gash, no, it was cleaner than a gash, it was a gaping cavity of where organs once where, jagged on the edges and a sign of disembowelment. And spurting from it is a never ending void of a wound was a neon green, viscous substance that reeked of citrous like the shampoo Bro used. You gaze deeper into the cavity and find a pulsating, silvery-blue orb slipping down further and further, held by thin strings of green, its cracked, and its cracking more as the kid uses their powers.

You tumble to your knees after stumbling forward a bit more, you end up in the middle of the room, frost forms around you in tendrils as the ooze falls to the floor. Said frost climbs up your arms, climbs up your legs, curls inside your abdomen and causes you to dry heave, your body convulsing as it tries to regurgitate what isn't there. You collapse entirely to your stomach and the floor below is ice like none other, you know that feeling when someone puts ice down your shirt?

Yeah, imagine that times infinity, painful.

You shiver and you can feel that familiar pain grow in your chest and you clutch it with a vice, shirt bunching and skin going red as your blunt nails are drawn across it. It feels just like when Bro used to Strife with you, fuck it hurts, just as much as you remember it hurting, and your colder and grasped again.

"Breath, please, don't die yet, please," the kid muttered over and over under his breath, you're fading and you barely hear it let alone follow it as the ooze drips from his torso cavity onto your shuddering form.

"It's so lonely all by myself."

With a fierce tug you're pulled from his grasp and the pressure of the room seems to evaporate as the tightness in your chest is transferred to your entire torso, like two giant tentacles constricting you. You writhe as your arms are pressed to your sides, gritting your teeth and kicking futilely as warmth spreads from where your constricted, a soothing warmth that has you slowing down. A paralytic heat that washes over you in waves and warms you up so, so perfectly, you're drifting, and it feels so good.

A gut wrenching, trachea tearing scream is ripped from your throat as a clip is attached your left ear, it beeps. Another guttural cry of agony spills forth as a second clip is attached, blood drips from the tear.

You slump in the grip of whatevers holding you, a narrative maybe, you wonder what story you'll be a part of. The narrative slowly drags you across the ground, further and further away from the center of the room and with a metallic 'swoosh' door slide open. You wince at the light spilling in from behind you, able to get a better look at the kid as you're dragged away, you can feel his name now that you can see his crying face, smudged in green.

"Dave! Don't die! Please, don't, fuck, don't die..." Danny sobs as he goes to run for you, pulled down harder each time he gets up and tries to grab you from whatever you're going up against in this story.

"I won't, don't worry!" You shout back at Danny who gives a shaking, quaking, aching 'Ok.' in response and his voice shatters halfway through, you get a glimpse of an eye or two opening in his gaping wound before the blinding brightness consumes you.

---

You open you're eyes.

This time its hot, burning, blazing, scorching hot and you can't breath with how dry the air is and the pressure on your back.

You go to sit up to find you can't move, you're pinned perfect with a katana keeping your legs clamped shut.

You try and turn to be face to face with Bro.

And he looks livid.

You can see it in his eyes, a neon orange you would've idolized in a different timeline, he wants blood.

And looking down at yourself you realize you're full of the stuff, he can smell it running under your skin and hear it throbbing in your heart. You gulp and flinch, afraid he'll dive in to tear out your throat for a delicious drink of ichor you would supply.

Instead, you're greeted with a chilling smirk that reveals a set of fangs before he goes to speak, so many rows and rows of fangs trailing down his throat.

"When was the last time you and I took some time for ourselves to have a drink and relax?"

Ah.

What a douchebag the narrative is.

Now you understand why Danny asked you to survive.

[icedghostlatte-art]

Commission for @flesh-eating-necroromancer

[Comm Info]

[halfa-failure]

huh

[nicktoonsunite]

misc danny doodles i havent posted here

[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.

[glow-and-vamp]

Metamorphosis

The change inside the chrysalis is slow and gradual. The body digests itself from the inside out. The old body is broken down into imaginal cells but not all the tissues are destroyed. Some old tissues pass onto the creature's new body.

[half-deadmagicperson]

Hey @finnsomersaults it's me your VCE gifter!!! I was super excited to work with your prompts (and may have gone a lil overboard) but I hope you enjoy!!!

Also huge thanks to @valentines-core-exchange for hosting this event!

Part 1 of the comic under the readmore!

(Part 2 in the Reblogs)

Click for quality! I'll also work on typing out the dialogue for people.

[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

[owlfacenightkit]

Some smol Dannos (don't worry about the middle one he'll be fineeeeeeeeeee)

Color palettes by @coconurt!

And an extra I didn't clean up :3

[dailudannos]

Ectoberhaunt: Thirst/Drown

What have you done, Plasmius?

[sansxfuckyou]

Lotus eater

Summary: Danny fucks up big time after harvesting to many ambient emotions without a way to turn it off.

Warnings: Depression, anger issues, ectoplasm, character death, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Always a joy to fuck up Dannys shit.

No one ever bothered to tell Danny that he would absorb emotions with his ghost half to sustain the form even when it wasn't dominating.

He never understood the grimy feeling that seemed to coat him, or the lightness of a smile.

His ghost half could handle the excess emotions he absorbed as he was a human, but, his original state couldn't.

Danny would wake up sobbing most days, nearly dying a second death as he choked on his tears in his sleep, hacking up phlegm as he tried to clear his throat.

Other times he would suddenly fall into states of hallucination or disassociation during classes, the sudden outbursts of raw energy from his classmates sizzling his receptors.

His friends never knew what was wrong with him as he changed.

They would wake up feeling happy and ready like they used to, and if they were having a bad day, they would take to Danny to make all the pain and regrets go away.

It was almost pyshical.

The ooze of dread and grief and depression and rage that was constantly was dumped on him whether he liked it or not.

In those recent times he had come to staying where no one would find him, where no one could overload him, where no one could use him anymore.

In the sewers he sat, crying and choking on his own breath as he tried to filter through all the emotions that weren't his and that were his.

But he couldn't do it alone, no, definitely not, but he would need someone who would listen to him instead of telling him all of their problems to release a fuckton of emotion onto him.

His ghost half couldn't do it very efficiently while dormant, but would destabilize with to much energy if it was dominant.

Danny couldn't do anything to help himself.

Unless, unless he pulled out that old dream catcher thing and split himself.

He had no choices left he supposed.

He would just, head back on up to Fenton Works and then work his way through his emotions then.

---

It didn't fucking work.

The second they split Danny was already sobbing and a complete wreck while Phantom was destabilizing due to still having to much energy to properly process.

And it only got worse as he couldn't shut off the roomba feature of sucking up emotions from everyone around him, and he couldn't leave either as his form was to unstable to move very much.

Danny was sobbing as Phantom destabilized, things only got worse when Danny realized how... Melty, Phantom looked while separated.

"Ancients, I'm killing you to," Danny forced out as he tried to clear away the sobs that shook his form, only only able force out a rasping laugh. "I guess I'm going it alone now."

"No, no, I'm not going to die." Phantom said before inching closer to sit beside Danny, leaving a trail of green as he body gave way at the slightest movement.

"Face it, you can't handle what you already have to use and burn through, and I keep giving off more," Danny explained, vaguely gesturing with his hands as he did so, he gently poked Phantoms shoulder, the ghost halfs shoulder giving way and leaving a hole where the human halfs finger was. "We had a good run."

"I can't die though, I'm already dead." Phantom said, trying to explain a way out of destabilizing till he becomes nothing more than a green and bubbling puddle on the ground that smells only of the freshest citrus and rotting organs.

"You'll destabilize like our 'half sister' did, the whole actively split us not knowing what would happen, and because of that you are dying again." Danny explained before standing up and pulling down a thin necked vial with a cone like lower half and a cork from above.

"Danny, why did you grab that vial?" Phantom asked cautiously as he inched away, his suit scraping off, leaving only bright green where skin would normally be, as when he had died his suit was melded to his body.

"I want to have some of you when you're gone, I can keep your core safe until I can fix you up again," Danny said before gripping Phantoms hand, each smaller appendage giving way and breaking off leaving bleeding stumps that oozed ectoplasm, with thicker chunks that acted as bone coming loose as well, Danny dropped a few into the vial, along with excess ectoplasm. "If I can fix you."

"Oh, right, I guess that makes enough sense," Phantom said, voice slowly shifting from his usual tone to one much more distorted, almost broken in its nature as his torso started to bubble, legs already melted off up to his calves and he hadn't noticed. "But what if you can't revive me?"

"Then, then I'll make something new with your core, it'll probably have your memories," Danny tried to explain as he pressed a hand to Phantoms shoulder, the ghost halfs shoulder falling off and rapidly decomposing into a bubbling. "It'll be a new vessel, and, and you'll be just fine, everything will be ok again!"

"Thanks Danny, it means a lot to know you're gonna try," Phantom said before going to place his remaining hand on Dannys shoulder, the simple embrace lasting for only a few seconds before Phantoms forearms melted away, leaving another bleeding stump in its place. "I guess this is it for a while now?"

"I guess so," Danny said before attempting to give Phantom a tight hug, the human half able to feel the ghost half squish between his limbs and melt away a bit, the embrace was reciprocated best as it could be. "S-See you again."

"See you soon." Phantom responded with before his vocal chords fully gave way, melting into stringy ooze that was easy to see through the collapsed and melted chest, 'ribs' already melting away to reveal a mixed core, one that was commonly mistaken for ice.

Danny wasn't sure how to react as his other half melted away, but he tried to scoop up as much ectoplasm into the jar as possible, the fluid thick and viscous in his hands. He gently reached for the core, it was much like a water balloon, but with a harder outside than a thin layer of plastic, it gave way under his grip as he slowly pulled string after string of ectoplasm from it. The steady glow of the core faltered slightly as each lifeline was removed, the thicker strings of ectoplasm acted like veins that allowed the core to pump the energy through the ghost.

Without any ghost the core would simply keep recycling energy till it exploded, this Danny hoped could be countered by placing it in excess ectoplasm.

Danny slowly squished the core into the vial, being careful not to shatter the core, a soft splish sound could be heard as it made contact with the ectoplasm. He released a sigh of relief as he placed the cork on the vial, making sure it was sealed tight enough that it wouldn't spill out. He didn't know where to go from here so instead he just sat on the ground beside the bubbling and now slowly decomposing pool of ectoplasm that was his other half rotted away.

[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!