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not the biggest fan of how all everyday tasks have to be repeated again and again. girl why am i sisyphus i didn't even cheat death
sonic in here for once
such a big baby
The way you use color is GODLY, its like you have color theory down to a T. Would you ever consider making a color tutorial, cause the way you use the same drawing but in diffrent times of day (like sunrise/afternoon) is so cool!
ya sure once again not 'teaching' how to do it, just showing you what i do,, actually teaching would be too much work and you can download my painting brush here if you want and also sorry about my writing
could tails hold sonic up tho like him on the floor with sonic standing on top of his feet?
kick him off
If your still doing the request, can you draw werehog Sonic gives Tails a noogie to revenge for his height, please? Sonic can't stand it anymore.
frimly grasp
Would love to see dark sonic in your style 👀
With perhaps a very concerned/hurt Tails witnessing?
oh boy
Bro your tails looks so fluffy i just get the urge to fluff,,,,, like when u just stick ur head into ur cat/dogs fluff. Shjwhdishfjdjd sorry that came out weird <<‘
only sonic gets to cuddle the fluff
Ectober Day 26: Autopsy/Pumpkin
(It’s both)
Summary: Maddie always goes through the proper process for carving something up. Heavy angst. dissec fic
Content Warnings: blood, gore, vivid description of dissection, back-and-forth/parallel scenes, Fenton ghost bias, duct tape gag, pumpkin carving(?) (Better to be safe than sorry). If I’m missing something you think I should include, tell me.
AO3 link
Words: 1640
Notes: I hurt myself. I will also hurt you. Italics is one scene, plain another. Also, italics is flashback.
Maddie held the plump pumpkin in front of her admiring its shape and color. Bright orange, stout, and round, she slid it into the grocery cart along with various other October treats and daily groceries. She made sure to buy Danny those chips he seemed to like.
Maddie eyed the specimen in front of her appraisingly. She was doing this one on her own. Despite Jack’s excitement over the capture, he could never really handle the dissection of the more human-passing specimens. It had just woken up too, bright green eyes searching wildly around as it strained against the ghost-proof restraints she had practically wrapped it in. There was no way Phantom was escaping this time.
Once Maddie had gotten home, she quickly put the groceries away and put the pumpkin on the kitchen table, eyeing it as various possible patterns and ideas popped into her head. There were so many possibilities, but it was best to stick with the basics, something simple would do just fine.
Maddie rummaged through the drawers for her supplies. A bucket, a plastic bag, a large bowl, gloves, a bread knife, a marker, a spoon, and a smaller, serrated, steak knife for the details. She set them up neatly around the pumpkin and on the floor next to her seat.
Maddie gathered her materials meticulously. The surgical steel was perfectly sterile and neatly lined up on a metal tray. Ectophobic glass jars would be perfect for containing her samples, of which she would collect many. With a ghost like Phantom, she wanted to do a full diagnostic. She replaced her gloves with ones better suited to her task, longer, more fitted, and more flexible, along with being coated in another ectophobic gloss. She grabbed a simple marker as well, then made sure everything was in its proper location, before going over the procedure in her mind.
Phantom eyed her supplies in terror; its emulation of human facial expressions was exceptional. It started muttering, pleading, begging for its existence. She ignored it. Every word out of its mouth was either a lie or a manipulation. Nothing a ghost could say meant anything. They were just echoes cemented in ectoplasm. Still, she contemplated a gag.
This would be a text-book dissection. Maddie could see every cut she would make clearly in her mind. She put the tray of tools on a surgical stand and rolled it over to where Phantom was restrained.
Maddie took the marker and drew the design carefully on the pumpkin, making sure it was centered properly. Simple, triangle eyes and a toothy grin. She shaded in the areas she needed to cut. The marker was washable so she’d be able to clean off any excess ink left on the pumpkin after she cut.
Maddie picked up her first tool, a simple set of scissors and approached Phantom. It shouted and strained against the restraints, the cuffs groaning under the pressure it was putting on them. Maddie decided agag was a good idea, and many things could be fixed with duct tape. A solid piece went right over his mouth. She could still hear it shriek under the tape, however, but it was much more manageable now, muffled enough to allow her to focus. She also adjusted the restraints, adding an extra set to keep it from moving while she worked. It started sobbing.
The scissors sliced easily through the suit Phantom wore. Maddie also cut a few small squares of the material and placed them into a jar to analyze later. Next came the marker. On it’s bare chest, which was a surprisingly accurate imitation of a teenage boy’s, Maddie drew out the lines where she would cut. A vivisection along with several other cuts to access several areas. Maddie was curious to see if it emulated the internal organs too, despite them being little more than vestigial structures.
Maddie put on the gloves and grabbed the bread knife. She started at the top, opening up the pumpkin so she could begin. The heavily serrated knife cut through the gourd with much more ease than another knife might’ve had, but she still had to use quite a bit of force to complete the circle.
Once complete, Maddie took the top and set it to the side on a plate, and peered into the pumpkin, eyeing the numerous seeds and the pumpkin pulp that would need to be cleaned out.
Maddie started with the vivisection, starting from the left shoulder and working her way down. Her selected scalpel sliced through Phantom’s skin with ease, creating a shape that emulated the marking almost perfectly. Ectoplasm welled and spilled from the cut in its wake.
Phantom’s sobs had stopped a while ago as it realized that it would not get any pity from her, but at the first cut, they had morphed into full on shrieks. Perhaps it was trying to use that ‘wail’ of its. Maddie had made sure Phantom would not have the energy to do such an attack while it had been out. It shouldn’t even have the energy to fire off a simple ectoblast. Where it was finding the energy to scream and struggle with such vigor, Maddie had no clue. Well, perhaps she would know soon.
Maddie removed the scalpel and moved onto the next shoulder, making sure the cut was almost perfectly symmetrical. The center was perfectly over where she assumed Phantom’s core would be, right where a heart would be on a human. Maddie began her cut downwards. Once complete, she pulled back the triangles on skin to reveal what lay underneath. Phantom seemed to choke on his own screams, silencing itself.
Maddie paused, gazing at wonder at what lay underneath. A full set of functional organs, its heart beating in its chest, close to that of human’s, all made out of ectoplasmic tissues. Bones too, forming an accurate rib cage inside its chest. And she could see it there too, smeared with ectoplasm, Phantom’s core, partially fused into its heart, pulsing in tandem with the beats of the heart. Both were at the typical bpm of a human’s, increasing in speed as she watched the faux muscle pulse in effort, suggesting a biological response of panic, perhaps even shock.
Maddie wished she could afford to keep Phantom around and intact, perhaps even in containment so she could properly catalog this. But it was too much of a hazard, likely to escape and ghosts were well known to be vengeful creatures. What a shame.
Maddie grabbed the spoon and began to scoop out the pumpkin, scrapping it off the edges of the walls before dropping them into the plastic bag, separating out as many of the seeds as was efficient to be roasted for later. Roasted pumpkin seeds were a favorite of Jazz’s when done properly.
Maddie began the actual dissection, poking around Phantom’s organ’s before deciding on what to collect. She only had a limited amount of space, else she would’ve been much more meticulous. She switched out her tools and decided where to start. The core had to be collected last or else Phantom could destabilize. She started with bone samples, setting down the scalpel and retrieving the bone saw.
Phantom only flinched as it started up, and its heart rate continued to accelerate. Maddie watched its facial expression, frozen and empty. She wondered how anyone could possibly sympathize with such a creature. It screamed as she cut off samples from his exposed ribs, an instinctive response rather than a conscious one. She placed them in one of the jars, carefully filled with a solution to preserve her precious samples.
Satisfied with her work, Maddie began the next step. A hollow, cleaned pumpkin was so much easier to work with. She took up the steak knife and began cutting out the face.
Maddie looked over at the samples she had collected from Phantom. Several tissues from various organs, an entire kidney, section of the intestines, bone cuttings, and what she assumed was an artery. She would collect more from it after she finished with the chest cavity. She knew she at least wanted a few samples from its head, perhaps a section of bone from the legs. Maddie wondered if she could fit an entire hand in one of her jars, and if she could do an age analysis from one of its teeth.
Over the course of the process, Maddie had been monitoring its heart rate. It had peaked just after the bone cuttings, then rapidly started to drop, to barely a single beat a minute. Phantom was no longer responsive in any way, shape, or form. She wondered how important that heart was to it, and if it was actually necessary for its survival. Unlikely.
Was the presence of internal organs part of the reason Phantom’s power level had escalated so quickly? It was a sturdy theory. Ghosts were static creatures, but by emulating a human’s physiology, it made them capable of physical growth, although mentally stunted. Maddie wanted to know how Phantom was capable of doing this, and if it was a conscious project or not. What were the drawbacks of such a physique? The questions continued to rise, but Maddie would just have to find them out through further analysis of the samples.
She eyed the core-heart fusion greedily. It was time.
Maddie looked at her finished creation, the grinning pumpkin complete. She placed the top back on and held it up, shadows filling its eyes and the gap of its mouth. She would have to find a candle to put in it, or one of those little LED ones that were all over the place. It was certainly safer than a candle.
Maddie vaguely wondered what excuse Danny was inevitably going to use today when he came home past curfew again.
I'll take your hand when thunder roars
After the Accident Danny has developed a phobia for thunderstorms. Luckily Sam and Tucker is there to make him feel better
Everlasting trio that can be read as platonic, romantic or queerplatonic. Hurt/comfort. Mostly fluffy. This is my first fic for the phandom so I’m very excited to see what you think about my writing!
[Read on Ao3]
I’ll take your hand when thunder roars
And I’ll hold you close, I’ll stay the course
I promise you from up above
That we’ll take what comes, take what comes, love
- Walking the Wire by Imagine Dragons
Danny’s eyes were squeezed shut and both his and Tucker’s hands were covering his ears, but he still flinched as lightning struck. His left hand spasmed every time, new waves of pain coursing through him. He could feel the electricity in his bones, in his very core. Every flash of lightning sent memories of the Accident searing through his mind. Every boom of thunder echoed with the phantom sound of his own agonized screams as he was ripped apart and put back together again.
Blind, deaf and buried a mile beneath the weight of his memories and pain, he had no idea where he was or where Sam was leading him. While Tucker helped keep his mind from splintering, Sam almost single handedly carried his full weight, trudging them through the thick rain. He was wet down to his bones, shivering from the cold as his core was too overworked to help him regulate his temperature.
Worst part? This was entirely his fault and it could have easily been avoided. In fact, Tucker and Sam had tried to avoid this, but he had been too stubborn to listen to them, and now they had to pay for his stupidity. He didn’t deserve them.
Seguir leyendo
Rot and Bruises
For the Phic Phight!
@sylph-feather / hummingbird
AO3: sylph_feather, FFN: sylph-feather
· “I think it would be interesting to see Danny’s phantom form either more monstrous from the get go, or become monstrous in some way, and people’s reactions to that”
@ecto-american
It started with the bruises.
Normal bruises are not pleasant. And color-wise, Danny’s bruises were just like the before. Before the portal. They were varying shades from blue, faint green, and a terrible black. Bruises still kept their nature, their function back when Danny was human. The broken and split blood vessels that got smashed and torn under the layers of skin. The varying pain, the sharp, the dull. The throbbing, the soreness – that remained the same, too. And all of that sameness made it so much more difficult for people to see the difference, to see what changed. Maybe for the better.
Danny’s bruises became clammy, Danny’s bruises became soft all around the afflicted area. Soft, as if the skin and muscle, and if everything except the bone was rotting. The kind of softness that reminds him of a corpse rather than of something that bleeds.
But at least, Danny would note during the dark nights after long hours of fighting ghosts, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling of his bedroom, it’s not something that’s noticeable.
Not to the casual observer, anyway.
And at least Danny still bleeds. Dead things don’t bleed. Dead things don’t bruise. Danny’s… something. But he isn’t dead.
Then, as months pass, Danny learns that it was a mistake to take this fact as a comfort. Not when his cuts steadily loose its wine-like redness. Not when the shades shift from its healthy shade of molten rubies to a grey, awful color. A dead color. And that – that has to be a joke. To have a beating heart and blood pulsing through but for it to somehow look dead.
Still, people don’t notice. Except for Sam and Tucker but they are completely, uncharacteristically silent for these matters. And what could they say really? Danny, go to the hospital. Danny, go to your parents. Danny, go to Vlad. They’ll fix you. They’ll have to fix you. A hospital that never met a thing like Danny? His parents, people, hunters that chase ‘Phantom’ for Danny’s atoms? Vlad, a man who has proven over and over that Danny was second to Vlad’s murderous, possessive, objective?
In the end, it just became something they don’t talk about.
So, Danny rots, quietly.
)*(
“That’s going to get infected, you know,” Star said with a furrowed brow and wrinkled nose. “With all of that ink.”
Danny looks at his hand, at the papercut on the pad of his thumb and the now black blood that drips down. He stares at it for a moment, before blinking and slowly turning to Star.
“Uh, thanks.”
)*(
When Danny starts to look in the mirror, he’s dulled. There’s no better way to describe it. His eyes, while still blue when human, lost all vividness, at least what he used to have. His hair before the portal, before all this madness and creeping rot, was brown. A dark brown, but a brown none-of-the-less. Only now, it was a dark, unforgiving black. All color from the shade of his skin, from the redness on his knuckles, fingertips, and cheeks, all ‘rosiness’ was gone. And he was blank. Completely blank, and people are noticing it. Staring. Worried, curious, avoiding glances, avoiding eye contact.
Danny turns away from the mirror. Worried, yes. Curious, yes. But not suspicious. Never suspicious.
It’s just a reflection. It wasn’t always his reflection, but it is now.
There’s not much Danny can do about it, really.
)*(
People don’t look at him, and they make a point, an effort not to do so.
The school halls separate like the red sea.
Dash and the others have stopped coming close to him, stopped touching him. They just… lingered. Like Vultures waiting for the desert hare to finally stop twitching its limbs.
No. That wasn’t right.
It doesn’t illustrate the full depth of it, of how gross it felt to be in his own skin. Of how, no matter how small he made himself he still feels predatory. And it’s not for reasons that are Danny’s fault. He’s not violent to them, he doesn’t attack them, not like with violent ghosts, he makes no move against them and he doesn’t want to. It is, it seems, how he makes them feel. From the way they flinch, from the way they recoil.
It makes Danny nauseous.
)*(
It started with bruises.
With the hits, with the punches and the beating.
Danny gives a wet, frantic laugh. The kind with a mouthful of blood and torn organs.
Black blood. Because of course. Because of course, this is how it goes. How it ends. With a fight that went too far and with a night too dark without anyone in the alleyway without both Sam and Tucker, who had been asleep long ago.
It should’ve gone how Danny imagined it. A coherent last thought, a final realization. A good-bye.
Not anger, not grappling for awareness. Not the stillness.
Not the blankness.
ectoplasm can take the shape of anything, even a lost arm...
found a sketch from like... 2016 and it's on brand enough that i decided to redo it
feat. one of my favorite details vaguely hinted at in canon... danny's skeleton is inverted
Resources:
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abortionfunds.org
lifebeat.org
plannedparenthoodaction.org
just saw people on tiktok being like "if you have your likes hidden on here i assume you're a freak and a bad person :/" i am so tired of social media stop stop stop stop
It's so important to remember that tumblr is bad. Has been bad. And will likely remain bad for the foreseeable future. And that is vital to our survival. If Tumblr was a good website that worked, it would get turned into a corporate hellscape like every other site. It's so important that Tumblr is broken and poorly run and impossible to effectively navigate. It's all that's keeping us safe.
i LOVE the idea of "i can't win, but you can lose" in fictional confrontations it is SO fucking tasty. the human nature to self destruct and the human nature to survive by any means necessary combined at its finest.