#tales from the graveyard

[vampzgraveyard]

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Tales from the graveyard icons!!

( Ruby, Death Jr, Maple, Iris)

[cemetery-warden]

Tales From The Graveyard: April

There was a time I was working the late shift at the cemetery alone, and it's honestly what encouraged me to get into ghost-hunting and the paranormal in the first place.

Usually, I work a shift with one co-worker for safety precautions. In case someone decided to break in or trespass and something would go wrong. That's not the point of this though. I've never been close with any of my co-workers in the grave-keeping business, most of them aren't the most social people and I can't blame them, I'm not either. This time, my assigned partner had called in for sick leave, so I decided to go through with working the shift alone. Nothing bad had happened in the past while I was with people, so I wasn’t that suspicious about it.

It was around midnight, I can’t remember the exact time since this happened a few years ago now. We have a dedicated office space on the property, it’s just a small building with some furniture and a fridge in it for the employees to use on break, or in my case, the whole night unless I hear a noise. I’d been fucking around on the office computer, talking with my friend Cody, just passing the time as much as I could entertain myself. Then, there was a knock on the door. You can probably assume from common sense that visitors weren’t really allowed after hours, but sometimes emergencies happen, so I wasn’t all that surprised.

I got up, and obviously I opened the door up to see who was there. It was a young girl, and when I say young, I mean like very early teens I think. That’s what she looked like to me at least, I’m not that great at figuring out what age people look like. She told me her name was April, funnily enough. I’m pretty confident in my abilities to remember things, and I know that something about her just looked off in general. Her eyes were cloudy, not from cataracts or other vision impairments that can make eyes look cloudy, but in the way that they looked oddly flat.

I asked her why she was at the cemetery past our operating hours, and she said that she had come to visit the grave of a family member. Usually I wouldn’t let that be an excuse, but this was some random kid with no adult with them. I told her she could, but I needed her last name so I could check the database and see if I could find any contact information on her parents. She didn’t seem to mind this, told me her last name, and she stayed in the office while I looked for any graves that had her last name and her relatives. Found out that there actually was a grave with her full name. Bit odd, but plenty of kids get named after deceased relatives as a memorial thing. I couldn’t find the grave she mentioned wanting to visit though, nor could I find any listed living relatives.

I wanted to ask if she could give me the direct names of her parents or their numbers, and when I looked away from the computer, I kid you not, she was gone. The door to the office is very loud, and I never heard it open so she couldn’t have left through there. The windows are small, can’t even open. There was no logical way she could’ve left without me noticing. It was the first paranormal encounter I’ve had that made me think. Since then, I’ve had quite a lot more than that, but I do want to pace myself on telling these stories one at a time.

I don’t think that she wanted to harm me, she wasn’t evil or malicious, if anything I actually think she was kind of confused. I hope she’s doing well.

[horrorpatch]

SRS Cinema Announces May Blu-ray Bundles Including GRIM REAPER & TALES FROM THE GRAVEYARD!

Indie film producer and distributor SRS Cinema has announced its May Blu-ray films! Two slasher films make the cut this month including GRIM REAPER AND TALES FROM THE GRAVEYARD. You can read on for more details about each film right here after the break. From The Press Release It’s May Warm weather… summer camp… and killers! What better to get you in the warm weather mood than 2 new slashers?…

[book--brackets]

Hello, can I submit some suggestions for best childhood books? So far I've got:

The Children of Green Knowe by Lucy M Boston

Switchers (trilogy) by Kate Thompson

Troy by Adele Geras

Book of the Crow (series) by Catherine Fisher

Children of the Dust by Louise Lawrence

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

The Deptford Mice (series) by Robin Jarvis

(also The Whitby Witches and Tales From the Wyrd Museum series by Robin Jarvis)

Gideon the Cutpurse by Linda Buckley-Archer

Bunnicula (series) by Deborah and James Howe

Thanks for running this! And I hope I did this right. ❤️

Added them all! You did it all right, and Book of the Crow is actually under The Clockwork Crow, which is how it's listed on Goodreads

[especiallyhaytham]

Never thought I'd be parsing AC3 for refs of period-accurate streetlamps but here we are

[studiolemonboy]

Day 7: Coffin Nail (ft last year’s version)

From Craig Gleason’s yearly October challenge, Season of the Bad Guys Club 9 (@craig.gleason on insta)

[direwombat]

wip roundup

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton to (put myself on blast and) share what’s in my wip folder. HOWEVER. y’all’re getting a HIGHLY abridged version because. Uh. I have WAAAY too many files (and too many of those really are just “Untitled Document”) in my MULTIPLE wip folders. So you’re just getting the ones that i have anything to say about. that said, tysm skelly i love showing off my wips (even the ones that haunt me)

Active WIPS (ie, wips I am currently bouncing between OR have serious intentions of finishing)

FC5: Kneeling at the Crossroads 

FC5: Ex Paradiso

FC5: The Horror and the Wild 

FC5: whitetail ot3

FC5: jakesyb predator/prey kink

FC5: daddy la roux lives au 

Various: prompt fills

Hiatus WIP (aka, the wip I want to get back to, but probs won’t until KatC and its sequel are done)

FC5: fragile creatures 

The Tell Tale Heart WIPS (aka, wips that are stuck in limbo but haunting me)

FC5: the muzzle fic

FC5: jacob gets pegged

FC5: jakesyb truck sex

FC5: claim me, oh claim me 

FC5: jakesyb hellhound au

FC5: angel syb au

FC5: the roots that clutch

TOW: Solve for (wh)Y 

Uncharted: Paola UC4 storyline

tagging: @strangefable, @statichvm, @carlosoliveiraa, @cassietrn, @simplegenius042, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @ivymarquis, @gaeadene, @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @statichvm, @marivenah, @aceghosts, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @shallow-gravy, and @alexxmason (and also anyone else wanting to share their wiplist!)

[newwwwusername]

Acid Reflux/GERD Fic Requests Open

My reflux has been getting worse despite medications so if anyone has any fic requests related to that, I need somewhere to work this out lol

My fic rules can be found here

The following is a list of fandoms I'd especially be curious to write for

Cabaret (Stage Musical)

Monster High (Live Action Movies)

The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield Movies)

The Owl House

Arcane : League of Legends

Helluva Boss

The Play That Goes Wrong

School Bus Graveyard (Webtoon)

The Road Within

Tales from the Gas Station

Goosebumps (Disney+)

Death Note : The Musical

Spicy Mints (Webtoon)

Spider-Man : The New Animated Series (2003 Cartoon)

You Can't Take It With You (Stageplay)

Newsies : The Broadway Musical! (2017 Proshot)

[izar-tarazed]

"Stargazer. Have you a favorite constellation?"

‟A favorite? Oh. That would be a tough choice…”

Izar’s gaze flickers from her unfinished map out of the window; stars of ink, stars of silver, by no means all of them sorted in constellations.

‟Let me think. Some of them hold a special place in my heart because of the stories told about them.”

She steps closer to the window, pointing up. ‟There’s The Two Dragons, both easy to spot even without a telescope. The first one is that group of seven stars just above the mountaintop over there—that line of three is its neck with the head—, and the other one, smaller, is that cluster of five very bright stars closer to the horizon… There. I couldn’t find many depictions of them in the Carian records, but those that exist all show the first dragon as resting, and the other one with open wings, flying towards the horizon.”

She smiles as she leans against the window frame, her gaze never leaving the constellations.

‟Back when the stars moved, both dragons would slowly wander across the night sky, and the smaller one would eventually disappear from view. And it’s said that the first one then cried bitter tears—a shower of silver stars. Or maybe just snow. The records aren’t very clear on this. But I’ve read that in some Churches of Dragon Communion, you might still find a little niche in the northern wall—the one closest to the crying dragon—where people would place tiny dragon figurines as a means of comfort for it. They would often be made of wax and paper, sometimes carved in wood. Burnt as offerings, sending up little dragons to the lonely one in the sky to keep it company.

And eventually… since the stars followed fixed patterns, the small dragon would return to the night sky, and the other one would stop crying. I do believe that maybe that was when spring started. Now that the stars aren’t moving, the small dragon never leaves, so the other one never has to cry. But it would be nicer if they moved, wouldn’t it? The Two Dragons carry a lot of meanings in astrology. Love and grief and hope and fidelity. It all depends on which part of their story you focus on.”

She falls silent for a moment, then points again.

‟Maybe, though, my favorite one is one that the nomadic merchants showed me, because it’s all about hope and… protection? You have to squint a little for this one. Up there, a little above the resting dragon’s head? There’s a spot without stars. But darkness is never just darkness. When the merchants look up to the night sky, they see shapes both in silver and the darkest blue. So that spot of darkness over there, just underneath those two smaller stars?

It’s an outstretched hand, and the stars are a candle sitting in its open palm. That brighter star a little to their right? That’s the candle flame. The merchants believed that this is the hand of a forgotten lord watching over them, and if you ever got lost, you could call out and be guided through the darkness… safely along your path. Unlike the small dragon, the Hand would never disappear from view. You’d always be able to see the candle with its flame. You’d never lose your way in the darkness.

The merchants had a lot of tales and knowledge about the night sky. Most of it is lost. I’m glad this one isn’t.”

[darrinjoakley]

In Death

[vampzgraveyard]

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Children of grim. (Woah my old ass oc project that I forgot about.)

[cemetery-warden]

Introduction.

Hey there, i'm Daniel M. I use He/Him in case anyone is curious.

I work as a gravekeeper, which depending on the type of person you are, is either really fucking sick or really creepy. I personally love my job.

I made this account to share my own stories about the supernatural, as well as other people's stories if they want to share them through my submission box. You can also just ask other questions there too, i don't really mind. I'm also probably gonna use this account for photos and rants too, sorry about that if you're following for serious content.

Anyways, thanks for tuning in and sticking around.

[emma-dennehy-presents]

Getting used to getting robbed is a very odd feeling. NGL, I'd kinda rather deal with the robbers than some of my regulars. Jockeying the register on a graveyard shift is truly a wild experience, especially as a trans person. I've legitimately started taking notes when stuff happens because I kind of want to write a book.

[mourningmaybells]

i change my mind. changing nastenka's name to varenka...

[nightingale-prompts]

Beautiful Ghost-DC x DP prompt

Part of the Accidental Ghost Courting AU 》 HERE

We finally get Tim's perspective on Danny

If there is one thing everyone on campus knows it's that Danny Nightingale is hot. Not in the stereotypical supermodel or Hollywood way. He was so attractive it was scary like he dropped out of a fairy tale.

Tim first saw Danny after whispers started going around. He spotted Danny in the library walking towards the observatory on the top floor.

At first glance, you'd call him a goth and there was no shortage of people who'd love to date one. It's probably why no one shuts up about him. But Tim could tell this wasn't the corporate punk type goth that he saw Damian scrolling through on his phone. Tim was quick to tease Damian and stop what would inevitably become a phase.

No, Danny had a clear style. Classic gothic...but also not. It's hard to explain. His clothes looked handmade, straight out of the 1800s. Did he thrift or make them himself? He was an astronomy major right? Or was is engineering?

Danny looked almost ethereal. Tall, lean, and almost glowing skin. It wasn't until later that Tim would be close enough to see the way his skin sort of glittered in low light.

People parted to not obstruct Danny's path as he went toward the observatory.

Everyone knew that Danny was off limits, too cowardly to get the courage to ask him out and risk rejection. So Danny remained unreachable.

Tim paid it no mind. He acknowledged that Danny was good-looking but there wasn't much else that got his attention. Danny didn't pay attention to others.

But Tim couldn't help but notice that Danny was always alone in his own little world. There was a hint of longing in him. Tim might have overheard a few things.

Danny would usually be in the library reading eclectic materials, playing with tarot cards, and studying star charts. Other days he was in the greenhouse tending to a little corner of plants he was growing. He seemed bored. He looked like he'd rather be somewhere else.

Tim might have done some research. Just scrolling through Danny's social media. Pictures of friends and graveyards. Most of the landscape photos were taken after his arrival in Gotham. Tim gathered that Danny was alone out here and far from home. He could fit in easily around here but simply chose not to.

It wasn't until that faithful day when Danny offered him a bundle of red carnations and a cup of Death Wish coffee.

"You looked like you need this." He said smiling.

And wow...that smile. Tim didn't think he'd ever see a smile like that. It was a sort of lopsided smile, a bit clumsy but sweet. Danny had elongated canines. Were they fake or was it a medical condition?

Tim didn't know how to respond to Danny's offer but he wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee.

Over the next few weeks, Tim found himself on campus more often and hanging around Danny. Danny tended to be very generous. Always gave things to Tim, most of which he made himself. That is what made it all feel genuine. On cold days Danny always had a hot cup of coffee or tea. When it was sunny he had something sweet freshly baked. When it rained he had flowers to brighten the room. When it was foggy he wanted to go find something fun to do. Danny also worked at the flower shop nearby which was said to be haunted by the old owners.

Rumors spread more and more that Danny wasn't human, like some kind of fae that took human form. Was there a chance it was true? Yes. Does that mean that Tim was going to test that?

Yes.

So Tim just wanted to test that theory and gave Danny a bracelet that looked similar to the ones he usually had. It just so happened to be made of Iron. Tim felt bad about it (kinda) but it was just genuine curiosity.

But no Danny wasn't a fae. He was incredibly happy to get a gift though so no harm done.

Another thing Tim noticed was Danny's eyes. They weren't blue like he thought. Danny had central heterochromia. He had a ring of bright green near his iris surrounded by icy blue. Not that Tim was staring at his eyes or anything, just that no one ever mentions that part when describing Danny. It's pretty notable you know. More people should know that.

...

.....

It's normal to think that.

Anyways Tim and Danny meet up when they can. Danny likes visiting graveyards and abandoned churches. Not that he doesn't like the movies or arcades because he loves that stuff. But one time after a late class he dragged Tim with him on a scenic drive out of the city to this spot he found. It was this massive cliff just far enough from the city that you could see the stars.

Tim never really gave much thought to the stars. He's seen them thousands of times especially being carried around by Kon or on the Watchtower. But right then watching Danny fiddle with his telescope babbling on about the planets and far-off galaxies, the stars felt new and wondrous.

Was this what it felt like to be normal? Just a college kid going on a spontaneous road trip with a friend, not thinking about patrols or duties.

He liked it.

Danny had a way of making him forget about the rest of the world. Someone not linked to heroes and assassins. A friend, a weird one but one he didn't have to be Robin with. He was just Tim to Danny. Not Tim Wayne, not Tim Drake, just Tim.

Because of that, he wanted to keep Danny as far from his family as possible. They already think they were dating and he'd be damned if they scared Danny away. This didn't stop them from investigating Danny and that brat wont stop spouting his opinion.

"I don't know what he sees in you. Aside from appearance, there isn't much to like." Damian grumbled.

"He must be really vain then because Tim doesn't deserve this kid." Jason responded.

"But if he even thinks about hurting Drake-"

"Yeah, we bury him."

Tim has chosen to ignore everything they say.

The last issue is Phantom.

Tim doesn't like Phantom.

The spirit had been hanging around Gotham for a while now. He lingered around the corners of the city and if he felt like it he'd interfere. In his own words, Phantom said that he dealt with the dead, not the living. Tim did some research and it's said Phantom showed up near the dying or dead as a sort of shepherd to souls. He made the transition easier for them.

So when Phantom was seem lingering around Danny he couldn't accept it. He'd be damned if he let some spooky bastard take Danny. He can't have him.

So Tim decided to invite Danny to stay with him for a few days. But a few day became a week became two weeks. Don't judge. This was just so Tim could look out for Phantom and prevent Danny from dying. It hasn't been working so far since Phantom hasn't been seen nearby.

But Tim did run into him.

"Why are you stalking Danny Nightingale?" Tim damanded.

Phantom circled overhead his spectral tail curling. His translucent body phasing in and out of the visible light spectrum.

"Stalking? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't care about chasing the living. But let's say Nightingale is an exception. He's special. But what does he have to do with you?" Phantom eyes Tim suspiciously before diving down floated inches away from Tim face. "Hmmm, I always did think you were the cutest Robin. I was right. Too bad I've got my eyes on someone else now."

And like that he dissappeared.

Now Tim was even more anxious. Phantom was definitely after Danny most likely dead or alive. If something happened to Danny he didn't know what he'd do. Its not safe out there with Phantom hanging around.

Danny was still awake when Tim returned home. He was watching some detective drama he had refused to watch with Tim because he kept guessing the plot during the first few minutes. Which was fair.

"You were out late again. Would it kill you to get some sleep now and then?" Danny sighed stretching.

Tim wanted to say "Actually I think it would. Lets not test it" and banter like always. Maybe even relax and let Danny talk about where show was on.

But Tim couldn't. Not when everything felt so surreal. Danny was just oblivious to the dangerous spirit trying to take his soul and Tim couldn't protect him.

Tim couldn't believe he was thinking this but what if Danny wanted to be with Phantom? Then what?

Tim knew that his emotions were his greatest weakness. When he did control them he does a lot of self-destructive things and he ends up hurting people especially when he's hurt.

He hugged Danny, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Danny can you promise me...that you'll stay here." He didn't care if Danny wanted to be with Phantom just as long as he doesn't leave this world and stop being his light.

The thought of not seeing Danny every day killed him. No more nagging him to eat and drink. No more star gazing. No more TV marathons. No more being dragged to spontaneous trips to the crafts stores. No more hearing the insane conversations with his friends. No more waking up on the couch with a pair of blue-green eyes looking up at him. No more Danny.

Tim felt like his heart was stopping and his stomach dropped.

Danny hugged him back putting a soothing hand on the back of Tim's neck. It was cool to the touch.

"Of course, I'll stay." Danny laughed as if the very notion he'd leave was ridiculous.

Tim's brain seemed to twist in on itself as the cascade of emotions overflowed. That laugh seemed to play over and over in his head echoing non-stop. Warmth bloomed in his chest. Dread, uncertainty, hope, and affection all blended.

Oh no..

Tim was in love.

(This got way too long. I'm not really good a romance as you can tell but I'm trying. Anyway this is a Danny fell first but Tim fell harder situation.)

[phantom-dunce]

Congrats to the first real actual person to follow me. You must now guard my follow box like a graveyard grim. Sorry thems the rules.