#6 and a half hours

[junebugdunes]

shape language practice with the undertale crew

[ssoupcup]

"I may or may not have split my soul in two."

[krmljam]

more bugs more drinking

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[heartorbit]

i want to know everything that makes you happy! 💫🪐🎇

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny dies every night.

So! Danny's secret Ghost Powers remained a secret for about 6 Hours.

After turning back into a Human, he had immediately gone back to his room and tried to fall asleep, pretending none of it was even real, that it was just a dream. The idea that he had just died was understandably hard to swallow, not to mention the fact he had somehow come back.

All he wanted to do was rest and figure it out later. It was a problem for Future Danny.

Except when he woke up, something was wrong.

He felt Cold, Colder than he had ever been before. It was as if he had a chunk of pure Ice stuck in his Chest, the cold spreading across every part of his body. With a start he realized that his chest wasn't moving at all, either from the beating of his heart or the breaths he was supposed to be taking.

He wasn't breathing. His heart wasn't pumping. The Ice in his chest was the feeling of his heart not pumping, still and unnaturally cold. At that realization, he felt his Heart begin beating again.

He ran downstairs, hoping to get his parents help. He didn't know what was going on exactly, but they must be able to help him right?! They were the leading experts on Undead Biology, they must know how to help him!

When he reached the kitchen, he saw his parents and Jazz huddled together at the table, crying together for some reason.

"Mom! Dad! Jazz! Somethings wrong! I don't know what happened, but last night I-"

He stopped when he saw their faces. Their cheeks were tear-streaked, eyes bloodshot, but the thing he noticed first was the grief and absolutely confusion in their eyes. They were staring at him as if they had seen a Ghost, figuratively of course, and they seemed to he trying to connect the dots in their heads.

"Danny?" Jazz asked in a shaky voice. "Is that you?"

"Jazz?" He asked in return, "What do you mean, of course it's me?"

She looked hopeful for a moment, before his mom stood up.

"No." She said, her voice held a hard edge. "It's not."

Danny almost fell over when she said that. "W-what?" He asked, "What are you talking about Mo-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" She yelled. She gripped the Blaster in her hand tighter, aiming it at him. "I checked everything when we found Danny's body! He had no Pulse, no Brain Activity, and his Ecto Levels were far higher than normal! Danny is Dead! And you killed him!"

"What?!" Danny yelled in shock, "I didn't kill hi-I mean, I didn't kill me-I mean-What are you talking about!?"

This time his dad answered, getting up from the table himself. In his hand was another Blaster. "Danny's Ecto Levels could only have been that high if killed by something with a large amount of Ectoplasm, enough to leave such a mark. The Portal was open for hours last night before we found it and sealed it up, and that's when you got through isn't it!?"

His Dad leveled the Blaster to him.

"No! I'm not a Ghost, it's me! It's Danny!?" He pleaded, "Mom, I always baked you a cake on mother's day! Dad, I helped you clean up the lab the last time you blew it up! It's me!"

"Nice try." His mother said, "Die again, Ecto Scum."

That day, Danny ran away from home.

...

Ever since that day, Danny had been running as far as he could from Amity Park.

After he got out of the house, he tried to find any place he could hide as he figured everything out. His first try was Tucker, but his parents had anticipated that and beat him to the Punch. The same happened when he tried to go to Sam's, he barely escaped that situation alive(?).

At first he tried to stay in Amity, hoping he would eventually find a way to convince his parents of his true identity, so everything could go back to normal.

He abandoned that hope about a week later, when his parents got the local authorities on their side and issued a public service announcement stating he was a Murderer who killed their son, and to contact the Police if anybody saw him. The mindless Ghost they captured and presented on the Local News cemented the publics view on him.

So he ran from Amity.

The first few weeks on the Run were the worst. He wasn't used to surviving on the street, much less evading the Law Enforcement that seemed to keep finding him. He had to constantly stay on the move to keep away from the pursuit of his Parents, the Police, and the weird guys in white suits who had shown up once he passed the State Border.

His new Ghost Powers were the only thing that had let him get away most of those times. He could turn into a Full Ghost whenever he wanted, unlocking all of his powers for the time being, but also seemingly sending up a Beacon to whoever was looking for him. He found it was much easier to use their weakened versions in his Human Form.

As for his Undead-ness, he had mostly figured it out. His body was lying to him. He was Dead, but his Body was just pretending to be alive for his own sake. He didn't need to breath anymore, and his heart didn't need to pump, but they did because he felt that they needed to. He probably didn't even need to eat anymore.

The problem was that it couldn't keep it up when he was asleep. No matter what, every time he fell asleep his Body would die again, and when he woke up he would have to make it Live again.

One of the main reasons he kept getting caught recently was because well-meaning civilians would report to the Police that there was a Dead Teenager under a Bridge, or on a Park Bench, or on one memorable occasion in a Ditch. He would wake up in a Body Bag, escape, and be reported to his Pursuers.

At least his pattern of movement was untraceable so far.

Turns out, the Portal's opening had much more of an effect than his parents had anticipated. The Shockwave in the fabric of Reality when they punched a hole through it (and him), had caused dozens of Natural Portals to form across the Country, opening and closing in random places, soaking the area of Ectoplasm.

As an apparent Ghost, Danny was somehow drawn to these places. Whenever he got to one he felt rejuvenated, as if the stress of the past few days had never happened to him. He could only assume that he was Absorbing the Ectoplasm in the area to feed himself, based on a few of the things he remembered from his parents constant ramblings.

Whenever he would go to one of these places, he would find a bunch of Ghosts. Some were friendly, defying all of his expectations, while others were...less so.

They seemed to resent the fact that he was still half-alive, some simply jabbing insults at him, others straight up attacking him. It seemed that Life was a sore subject among those guys. Or maybe it was him stopping them whenever they attacked humans...that was probably more accurate.

Sometimes the Ghosts he would meet were in the middle of attacking humans to fulfill what they called their "Obsessions". He learned that all Undead, and basically all Immortal Beings, have Obsessions. They are their Sole Purpose in existence, a built in defense mechanism against insanity by giving them something to dedicate Eternity to.

He didn't know if he had an Obsession, but if he did he hoped it was easier to manage than theirs seemed to be. One of them was obsessed with attention, but got it by hypnotizing humans into adoring her. She chilled out after a while. Another loved the thrill of the Hunt, but only wanted rare game. He chased after Danny a lot in pursuit of his "One of a Kind Pelt".

He fought then off and saved people whenever he could, although sometimes it was risky. Many of them were older and more experienced than him, so he was forced to use his Ghost Form against some of them, sacrificing his hiding spot to save the people being terrorized.

He sort of enjoyed it. Whenever he helped people, saved them from danger, he felt better about his situation. As if he was making the best out of the horrible situation his life had turned into by helping as many people as he could. He always felt a bit more motivated to keep going every time he helped anybody.

Maybe that was his Obsession? Helping others? He didn't really think so, he was nowhere near altruistic enough to consider that a possibility. Maybe it was Space? He always felt that same relief when he would camp out away from the Cities. Eh, he'll probably never know.

This cycle of finding a new hiding spot, getting discovered, and running away again continued for a while. Years even.

Danny had Died at 14. He was now 17, and had been homeless for 3 years.

He hoped this next hiding spot would last a bit longer than the previous ones. This one felt different, the Ectoplasm he was wandering towards felt older than the other places he had gone. His previous hiding spots had always been the site of a recent Natural Portal, and the Ectoplasm in the atmosphere would feel Fresh and Wild.

But the Ectoplasm where he was going tasted Older, Stronger, more Set in Stone than the others had. Wherever he wad headed to next, it had been soaking in Ectoplasm for far longer than any other place he had ever been, even in Amity.

He walked up the the Sign at the side of the road, introducing the City to newcomers.

"Welcome to Gotham City" it said.

[steampunk-swamp]

[karmas-void]

Oh, to be cradled in a God’s loving embrace…

I’M DONE IT’S FINALLY DONE I CAN REST NOW

[cinnamnt]

birthday girl

[trekkerac]

is there interest in perhaps real quick £6 doodle commissions done over the weekend? it would be like my usual stuff but worse

i would put a hard 30 min time limit on them (per character)

[itsmeglycine]

IF U COULD PLEASE DRAW HAL3EY FROM STARDEW VALLEY

Actually, I have one piece of fanart of her right now!

(It's from months ago when I was experimenting with styles... I tried studying/imitating another artist's coloring style with this one and failed miserably so I didn't post it here.)

[mayorspatula]

remembered blockbench exists and decided to make a silly guy. this is like the first model ive made other than like messing around with minecraft wolves dont hurt me . gifs and more under the cut

dont mind him crossing his fingers hes very sincere always

top gifs dont loop properly but Whatever!!!! Don't care!!!! I do what i want. btw u cant rlly see it well in the photos/gifs but he has pawpads because im a furry loser

thanks for taking the time to look at my slop. have a picture of broker drawn over jerma

[ooowyn]

i keep reading fics where akira is scared of scary movies and i love that for him. ryo’s not impressed by the inaccuracies of blood splatter.

[imdressinguplikeacat]

color study with nurse gerard

[raineandsky]

#135

“Awh, look who it is!” the supervillain coos. “What, you’ve coming crawling back already? Only took you two years.”

The hero wipes a hand over their face. Blood, sweat, and tears, quite literally. They don’t have time for this, much less the patience. “Can’t crawl if it wasn’t me leaving on my knees.”

The supervillain laughs, as brash and loud as they always are. “Oh, you’re always so full of wit, aren’t you? Is that what made you think you could be a hero? Did you think you’d just get to spit your little one-liners at the bad guys and call it a day?”

Oh, and the questions. That hasn’t changed either. Even on that last day, when the two of them went their separate ways—the hero still remembers their lover, brows furrowed, hands fidgeting, asking, “So this is really it?”

What a difference. The hero misses who the supervillain used to be.

“Why are you here, hm?” The supervillain saunters closer, a self-assured smirk on their face. “I’m gonna say regret. Or, oh, no, I bet it’s jealousy.”

“Believe me,” the hero snarls, “you are nothing to be jealous of.”

The supervillain stops just in front of them, drifting their fingers down the hero’s face. “Oh, come on now, there’s no need to lie.” They sigh as their touch continues over the hero’s shoulder and down their arm. It takes a lot of restraint to not shudder at the feeling. “You left me because you thought you were better than me. Look at us now—what’s not to be jealous of, love?”

The hero would never stoop as low as the supervillain has. They don’t envy the ease at which their ex-lover fell into villainy, no matter how powerful that’s apparently made them.

“It’s a shame, if you ask me,” the supervillain continues softly. “I do still love you.”

“If you loved me,” the hero snaps, “you wouldn’t be doing this.”

The supervillain smirks, the kind where they’re overly confident. The hero knows the look well, even if it’s just from when the two of them would play a game and supervillain would have the upper hand. “Then isn’t it lucky this isn’t about love?”

They finally pull their blades from inside their jacket, and hero could almost sigh in relief. No more words, no reminiscing, just a level fight and, hopefully, an easy escape afterwards.

Thank god it’s almost over.

[aeonophagic]