#ectoberweek

[danis-artss]

So so soooo the ectober WEEK has started~~

For "graveyard shift" i decided to draw valerie for once ~~~ poor girl didnt even notice it was dawn already

[papiliomame]

Ectoberweek Day 25 - Graveyard Shift

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" Don't worry Danny, your big sister will protect you." As young kids the Fenton siblings weren't allowed to go to the basement lab, especially not after midnight, the time when " the ghost activity is at its best", as the Fenton parents put it. The main reason why the ectoscientists love to work during the graveyard shift in their lab. One night, the children were woken up by terrible noises coming from downstairs. Unable to stop worrying about what could have happened they mustered all their courage and ventured into the basement...

Do you remember how as a kid you were afraid to go to the basement? You know there was nothing there ( probably...) but you couldn't help to see stuff in the dark. I wanted to capture this feeling.

Light and dark version:

[aprocessionofthoughts]

In the Graveyard

ectoberweek24 day 1- graveyard shift fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- Danny sees something unusual

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Danny hums quietly to himself as he walks between the graves, picking up trash and wilted flowers. The moon is full tonight, and the sky isn’t too clouded which is nice, especially considering this is Gotham. He takes a bucket and rag and starts cleaning off the gravestones.

Of the two jobs he has, this was probably his favorite even though it hardly paid. But it’s peaceful, and they let him work at night. It’s also a way for Danny to spend his time since he doesn't need to sleep. He can. It was just… nightmares. He’d rather be here, earning a little bit of money then trying to sleep through memories of his time in the lab.

He’s almost done, ready to go back to his apartment and enjoy a cup of coffee and some late night t.v., but as he stands and starts heading towards the last row of gravestones he feels a shiver crawl up his spine. His breath clogs in his throat, and he feels his eyes flash.

There is something tugging at him, pulling him toward one of the graves he’s already passed. 

He follows the pull. It doesn't feel like a ghost, but there’s something there, something he can’t ignore. 

As he gets closer the pull gets stronger, and with rising fear he can see the dirt shifting on one of the graves. And like in a horror movie, a hand presses up out of the dirt.

Danny freezes for a moment, before jolting forward. He grasps the hand in his and pulls, using his intangibility to pull the person through the dirt. The boy, because the person can’t possibly be older than sixteen, collapses on the ground. Danny crouches by him, turning the boy over onto his back. The kid’s dressed in a fancy suit although it’s streaked with dirt, and Danny winces when he sees the kids fingers are bloody, fingernails torn.

He dug himself out.

Who would bury a child. Danny glances at the gravestone. According to the inscription the kid died six months ago. Danny feels the barest touches of ectoplasm, it shouldn’t be enough to turn someone liminal let alone raise someone from the dead. 

But none of that matters right now. He has to get the kid to his apartment. Danny doesn’t think he should take the kid to a hospital. They’ll ask too many questions that Danny won’t be able to answer. No. he’ll take the kid with him, treat his wounds and try to find out what happened. If the kid is liminal he might need Danny’s help with the side effects.

“Hey there, kid. I’m going to take you back to my apartment, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I promise. I’m going to help.” Danny glances at the gravestone again. He hopes that the kid can go back to his family, that they’ll accept him. But Danny won’t force it. He knows that sometimes families can’t accept when you’re different from what they want. 

But Danny can’t help but hope this kid’s, Jason according to the gravestone, family will be different. That they’ll be loving and accepting, all the things that Danny’s family wasn’t.

He picks the kid up, his eyes stare blankly up at Danny.

He’ll need some help coming back to himself. Danny will feed him some ectoplasm.

He’ll take care of him. 

Danny will make sure he’s safe, and that no one can hurt him.

[ghostlyglimmer]

Ectoberweek Day 24: Graveyard Shift

[tanglepelt]

Just Danielle being a security guard at a graveyard.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Meet The Fright Knight!🎃

Meet my version of one of Danny Phantom’s most frightening ghosts aswell as THE ghost knight of Halloween himself! THE FRIGHT KNIGHT!!!!!!🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[rice-n-honey]

AHHHHHH I finished my day 31 ectoberweek prompt fill! Unlike usual, I have finally gained the confidence (and digital art prowess) to make an art fill instead of the usual writing.

[sumiink]

Ectober 2023

Ngl, art block hit hard this year at the worst time possible and I only got 6 done. BUT I like what i did do and I'll try again next year. And it was fun to see everyone else's work too!

Individual pictures and their prompts under cut:

Day 4: Zombies

Day 25: Will-o-wisps

Day 26: Students start to go missing. At the same time, the Guys in White go quiet.

Day 27: Blood blossoms weren’t named for their blood red color. They were named for the liquid they fed on.

Day 28: It’s not an obsession if he can keep it under control, right?

Day 5: Masquerade

[aggie-postemon]

Jazz Takes Aim

Ectoberweek Day 3 - October 27th - "Ghost Peeler"

In which Jazz fires the Ghost Peeler at the Red Huntress, and she actually hits.

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Jazz sprinted pell mell down Amity Park's main street, aiming for the Nasty Burger. She didn't know what the hell she was thinking. She also didn't know what the hell had happened. All she knew was that Danny and Valerie were at each other's throats again, completely disregarding every temporary alliance they had ever made.

Danny was on the defensive, though. He was always on the defensive. Jazz understood not wanting to hurt your friends or family, but sometimes she wished her baby brother was willing to properly fight back against people who were earnestly trying to kill him.

Light glowed from the windows of the Nasty Burger, so Jazz could see exactly what she was doing as she decided to forgo running around the building to the front door. She launched herself at an exposed gutter instead, scuttling up the side of the building.

Her arms burned, but Danny and Valerie were in the sky, and Danny was losing.

Jazz climbed, then gave a massive heave with her arms, hoisting herself up and over the lip of the roof. Gooseflesh rose on the back of her neck as she entered the larger field of Danny and Valerie's fight. She didn't have ghost sense, Jazz knew that. But she sensed ghosts a little too reliably for her own comfort.

The moment her feet gained purchase on the flat tar roofing, Jazz ran for the far side, beyond which Danny and Valerie were trading increasingly frantic blows.

"Valerie Gray," Jazz shouted, knowing that the Red Huntress flinched sometimes, when her identity was brought into things, despite it being a fairly open secret. It paid off - Valerie looked her way. Unfortunately, Danny also looked at her. He was so busy gawping, he completely missed the opportunity to push advantage while Valerie was distracted.

"Valerie Gray," Jazz tried again. "I swear to god, if you hurt Phantom, I'm going to end you."

But Valerie's focus was back on Danny; she was laser sharp when she wanted to be, and whatever had triggered this resurgence of violence must have been serious.

Jazz really did not know what the hell she was thinking when she reached for the ghost peeler in her purse. "Valerie, I'll shoot."

"With Jack's aim?" Valerie threw back at her, taking aim herself again at Danny, shooting him successfully in the shoulder.

Jazz pressed the activation button, feeling the suit of the Peeler travel up her arm and over her body. Distantly, she remembered the Peeler successfully stripping Mr. Lancer down to his underwear.

Jazz fired.

In the split second that Jazz's shot hung in the air, she had the faint hope that it might do the same thing to Valerie, taking off her iconic black-and-red suit, removing her from the fight.

The shot hit home.

"Even the worst shot strikes occasionally," Jazz said, with no small amount of satisfaction.

Then Valerie screamed. Ancients, it almost seemed like she was blurring at the edges.

"Oh shit," Jazz said, wrenching her arm out and down and taking her finger off the trigger. "Valerie!"

Valerie fell. Danny reacted, dove down to get her. His legs merged into a tail as he pressed for speed. Danny, Jazz noticed, only had one good arm to catch her with.

While Danny dove and Jazz stood uselessly on the roof of the Nasty Burger, holding a literal smoking gun, Valerie did not stop screaming.

Jazz deactivated the Peeler entirely, shoving it back into her purse as the armor slid from her body. Then she moved.

By the time she was off the roof, Danny and Valerie had hit the ground together.

"Danny!" Jazz shouted. "Valerie!"

Valerie was prone on the asphalt. Danny bent over her, one arm pinned to his side, face an obvious grimace.

Jazz slid to her knees at Valerie's side. "Valerie. Valerie. Can you hear me?" she said, then looked at Danny. "Is she responsive at all?"

Danny shrugged with one shoulder, wide eyed.

Jazz rolled Valerie onto her back, and placed a fist on her sternum. She rubbed firmly, watching carefully for any signs of breathing. She hoped beyond reason that she would not need to pull out CPR. Statistics ran through Jazz's head - CPR was not nearly as effective as people liked to pretend.

Jazz bent over, putting her ear to Valerie's lips. She did not cease her sternum rub.

Yes!

A faint puff. Valerie's breathing was slower than it should be, but Jazz was fairly certain it was there.

"She's breathing," Jazz said. "I'm sure of it."

Danny slumped in visible relief. "Jazz?" he asked, voice small. "Why did the Peeler work?"

Valerie chose that moment to open her eyes. They glowed orange.

[tachvintlogic]

Oct 31 Ectoberweek 2024: A Shape that Reflects Your True Nature

Prompt: He thought he'd been prepared to take off the mask on the hazmat suit and see what he looked like underneath. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Words: 100

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Danny stared into the bathroom mirror. Vlad gifted Skulker a knockoff Fenton Ghost Peeler for their latest fight to “strip him of his mask to show the public the monster they call a hero” and blah blah give up heroing and be my son blah blah blah.

Except… no one could’ve expected this.

“Why… am I a rabbit?”

“What’s your favorite video game?” asked Tucker.

“Doomed.”

“A different one.”

“A Link to the Past?”

“That’s it! The Ghost Zone is like the Dark World, and that’s your Dark World form.”

“I was hoping for something manlier.”

“So was Link, probably.”

[lexosaurus]

Been looking at the dp calendar and saw the ectoberweek prompt poll on there for this week, has that dropped yet and if so where could I go to find that?

Oops, thanks for the reminder! Will be dropping that shortly!

It'll be on @ectoberweekofficial in like idk probably 10min

edit: it here

[danis-artss]

GUYS GUYS ITS TAROT TODAY FUCK YEAH I LOVE TAROT CARDS

(Always gotta think of "the quarry" lmfao)

Obviously had to draw my time twink danny again for it 😔✊️

Might make a "wheel of fortune" card with clockwork in the future :>

Shouldve drawn it on pc though instead of on my samsung tablet eheheee... it didnt like my usage of over 60 layers... (ended up with like 105 lol)

Welp~~~ here u guys got my beloved time twink danny and i hopefully death.

Am already feeling half dead after this drawing 🕺

[papiliomame]

Ectoberweek Day 27 - Ghost Peeler

Jazz in her Ghost Peeler costume, as it appeared in the series, modelled in 3D.

I already made a transformation animation inspired by the AGiT graphic novel, but I noticed that her suit in the show and in the graphic novel are different. I remodelled her suit, which I created for the animation, to make it look closer to the original design.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Meet My Clone Sister

ectoberweek24 day 6- two sentence tw- none summary- the Hogwarts trio meets Ellie

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They had been in Amity a week and everything still seemed extremely weird. And it wasn’t just the classes. It was also the fact that they used electricity and other muggle tech. And all around the town there were signs of magic. It was so strange to see signs of magic in what looked like a muggle environment. 

Harry kept waiting for aurors to show up to obliviate everyone.

And the classes taught at Casper made him and Ron uncomfortable, and Hermione was always bordering on arguing about the content. Harry didn’t struggle as much. He hadn’t grown up believing blood magic and necromancy were evil like Ron, and he hadn’t delved into studying all things about British magical history like Hermione.

But of course, Harry’s life was never simple.

“Is that your sister?” Harry asked, pointing to a girl who looked about two years younger than Danny, although they looked like they could be twins. They were at lunch and Harry was trying not to think too hard about what was in the food. He definitely preferred Hogwarts meals. He had seen the girl before and been curious. 

“Ellie? No. She’s my clone sister.”

“What?” Hermione asked, dropping her spoon.

“Oh yeah. There’s this creep that wants to kill my dad, marry my mom, and take me as his son. Since we kept refusing he tried to clone me.” Danny smiled at his…sister. She waved at them, coming over.

“Hey, I’m Ellie. You guys are the visitors from the weird magic school, right?” she plopped down on the seat next to Danny, reaching over to steal one of his fries.

“And you’re a clone?” Hermione said, her eyes flickering between Danny and Ellie.

“Yup.” she said, stealing another fry from Danny. 

“What’s a clone?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Hermione stared at him. 

“Well, you see,” Ellie started, and Danny snorted, “when a Fruitloop is so obsessed with having another woman’s son as his own, he takes some of his DNA, and makes a baby, that he then grows with magic till they’re about the right age, then he tells them that they’re meant to replace the original, but they’re too smart and decide they’d rather be the original’s sister, and they both beat up the Fruitloop.”

Harry stared at her incredulously. Beside him he could see Ron gaping, and Hermione opening and closing his mouth.

Across from them Danny rolled his eyes while Tucker and Sam laughed.

“That’s not quite how it happened.” Danny said. “But basically yeah.”

“You have a Dark Lord?” Hermione finally managed to say.

“He wishes he was a Dark Lord.” Danny said, chuckling.

“What even is a Dark Lord anywary.” Sam said, rolling her eyes. “Is it just someone who does magic you don’t agree with? What is it that makes someone a Dark Lord, and who gets to decide?”

“Sam,” Tucker interrupted, “let’s not get philosophical again.”

She huffed and crossed her arms but fell quiet.

“Besides, Vlad’s a Fruitloop, not a Dark Lord.” Danny said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione looked like she wanted to argue about the Dark Lord thing, but Ron elbowed her in the side. She glared at him, but picked up her spoon and angrily started eating again.

Harry decided to redirect the conversation. “So, why don’t you have Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

“What’s really considered dark?” Sam started, but Tucker spoke up quickly.

“I think we cover the same basic concepts when it comes to spellcrafting. And there’s classes on the different magical races–”

“The people you classify as creatures.” Sam interrupted, glaring.

Tucker continued as if she hadn’t spoken, which was probably for the best. “and their history and traditions. But that’s more of a social class. It’s still a required gen ed so we can be more aware of each other.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, sounding interested. “I wish they taught that at Hogwarts.”

Sam opened her mouth, probably to make another controversial comment, But Danny spoke over her.

“You can probably buy the textbooks to take back with you when you leave at the end of the semester.”

Harry relaxed, glad that it didn’t look like they’d be getting into another debate.

This was a strange place. But he was eager to learn more about magic, even if it was different than Hogwarts.

[ghostlyglimmer]

Ectoberweek Day 28: Skeleton Key

[megamindsupremacy]

And I FINALLY got my Ectoberhaunt/week fabric framed! Twas a struggle

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