#Ectober 21 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-random-phan · 1 year

Text

Eyes in the Sky

aka Ectoberhaunt Day 21- Coronation

WC: 631

Ao3

FFnet

Summary:

Clockwork watched on passively, viewing the screen with what any outsider would call disinterest. But they were enraptured by the image. They did not dare to tear their eyes from it, lest the prophecy disappear before their eyes. Clockwork could not see into eternity, but this image had been brewing in their Sight for quite a long time.

It wasn’t often that a string turned blue.

Timelines snaked through the air. They wove around Clockwork, within them even. Time was to Clockwork as time was to the fabric of existence. It only took a small touch here, a guiding hand there. A bit of poking and prodding. But it had all culminated in this. Clockwork could not see into eternity, but this image had been brewing in their Sight for quite a long time.

Despite what it may seem, Clockwork was not emotionless. In fact, they were deeply invested in every life that spread beneath their fingertips. But they all ended too soon. Each thread Clockwork had drifted towards had been snapped. It was not a malicious thing, it was simply the order of the world. But oh, how they yearned for chaos. And chaos they would have.

It wasn’t often that a string turned blue.

In the current Time, the string was still such a fragile white. Woven from soft threads that could snap oh so, so easily. All it would take would be a nudge.

The string glowed green, such an alien glimmer. So rare. But it was not enough.

The images on the screen Shifted.

Within, a young boy - and he was still so very young, so fragile- walks down an aisle. He pauses at the end, kneeling before a dias. His eyes are full of tears, which cling to his white lashes like dew. But his lip does not wobble. His shoulders would not shake. He stands strong, even with such a heavy weight being laid upon him.

Clockwork’s own hands came into frame. They held a crown, the Crown. His Crown.

The craft of wrought metal was set upon His head. Knees would have buckled, were He not already on them.

They help Him up, allowing Him to stand even though all He wants to do is collapse.

He would take his seat with only slight difficulty. A King and His Throne and His Crown and His Ring, united together at last. Sharp, steel-blue would weave itself into the fibers.

Clockwork would not be alone. Eternity would stretch before them, together.

Later, He would return to the human realm. He would stand among them and they would not even know the glory in their presence. Blind.

He hugs his companions, lashes now a dark black like the midnight ocean. But their strings are still so thin. It is only a matter of time until they wear themselves to fraying.

It will be a good lesson for Him. He will learn who He can rely on, depend on. Who shall be there for the rest of His days. For all of them. Until the fabric chews itself up and begins anew, they will be together.

Clockwork finally abandoned the screen. They wish not to see their future with Him. They want to experience it for themself. For now, they go to view the boy asleep on their couch. This boy, so small, curled into Clockwork’s cape and clinging onto it for comfort. Shivers racked his body, and Clockwork pulled the cloak tighter around him.

Bruises littered his mottled skin. He had not slept in days. Fight after fight and punch after punch. So fragile.

Desperate, he had called out to Clockwork. Of course, they had been watching. They’re always watching. They extended a Hand and he took it.

It did not do mortals any good to rest in a place timeless such as Clockwork’s lair. But then again, he wouldn’t be mortal for long.

“Sweet dreams, my Daniel.” They pressed a kiss to his hair.

59 notes · View notes

ajitated · 2 years

Text

(Originally posted: 27 October 2021)

For Ectober Day 26, Pumpkin! (treat)

This was supposed to be a quick sketch. And then I went, but what if I use Fright's pumpkin? And what if I use this to start learning legit methods of coloring digitally?

It was not. A quick sketch.

#ajitated art #ajs fanworks #danny phantom #moving onto blog #originally posted 27 oct 21 #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt2021 #ectober week 2021 #ectober 2021 #dp fanart #dp fright knight #dp nocturne #yknow #i do still like how the pumpkin turned out for this #shoulda given the carving more depth #but meh

34 notes · View notes

tsubaki94 · 6 months

Text

Ectober 21 (Star Trek Lower Decks)

Isekai: Void & Future

(Promot from 2021 and 2022)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #art #fanart #ectoberhaunt23 #Isekai #void #future #star trek #star trek lower decks #Meriner #brad boimler #starfleet #ensign mariner #ensign boimler #ensign Danny

982 notes · View notes

five-rivers · 6 months

Text

Ancestral Chapter 21

Probably the last one for this month, if not this year. Written for ectober day 27: circus gothica (yes, I am behind).

Somehow, Danny wasn’t even surprised at this point.

"Yeah, I, um. I met the guy, once?"

"Sorry?" said Gwensyvyr.

At the same time, Jazz asked, "Who?"

"Pariah Dark," said Danny.

"He is supposed to be sealed." Gwensyvyr's form briefly flickered back to her battle regalia. This close, Danny could see that each of her braids had a spiked chain woven into it, starting low enough down that the spikes would bounce off the back of her armor, not the back of her head.

"He was," Danny hastened to reassure her. "He is. He just. Got out for a little bit. Last year."

Gwensyvyr leaned back, her elbow phasing slightly through the chair. She covered her mouth with her opposite hand. "It seems my suspicions might not be as far-fetched as I thought before. If he was out at all, they might have–" She stopped. "You still need to know the whole story."

Matthew's phone began to tweedle. He snatched it up with a look of panic on his face. "Sorry! I need to take–" The panic transformed into a kind of exhausted horror as he stared at the phone. "Does our honored ancestor know about phones? I mean…" He looked back and forth between Danny and the phone, which was still ringing.

"She knows about phones," said Danny, unsure whether to be amused or not.

Matthew seemed to take this as permission, because he answered the phone. “Yes, did you find it?” He was silent for a moment. “No? Do you know what happened? Could he have moved it to some other spot? No, no, I understand. If possible, please keep looking. It’s very important. Goodbye.” He put down the phone. “That was Aldryk Wylfred, his father was one of grandfather’s close friends. He’d been named a Knight of the Key, and given one of the Great Gate Keys to safeguard… His key is missing. I’m waiting on the other Knights of the Keys.”

“I had hoped it was not so.”

“Is… no one going to ask why Danny knows someone that Queen Gwensyvyr fought?” asked Leo. “Or how?”

“Well, he was a ghost at the time,” said Danny. “But we really ought to…” He waved at Gwensyvyr. “Listen. And stuff.”

Yeah, he wasn’t going to be able to get away with that for much longer.

“Thank you,” said Gwensyvyr. "But if you met Pariah Dark, you know what he became."

"King of Ghosts."

"He thought of himself that way, yes," said Gwensyvyr. "It is not something Artyr and I considered, when we killed him. Nor did any of the ghosts and spirits who haunted him and wanted him dead as badly as we did."

“His name really was Arthur, then,” said Lewis, who had taken out a notebook at some point. "Your husband."

“In his birthplace, perhaps. He was named after a famed king of that land, long dead, as I understand it, then and now. It has made our respective legends rather confused, at times.

"With me, he was always Artyr. He was trained as a blacksmith, which was why they kept him. Such skills are valuable still, as you well know.” She nodded to the ritual knives many of them had set on the table, and then again to the knives Irene had set the table with. "He made the very first of those. To kill Pariah."

"Why?" asked Danny. "Why did you need that? Wasn't he human, then?"

Gwensyvyr shook her head. "Not entirely," she said. "Not anymore. He had his men desecrate the pool. Mine was not the only blood spilled in it that day, and they did more than that. They threw trash into it. They blocked off the spring. They did things in it too foul to speak of. They cut down the tree and burned it. But not before Pariah and his sons ate every single apple that grew on it that year."

"They were syvyrys," said Danny. "That's why you needed a knife that could cut a ghost."

"Not like I was and not like you are, but, yes. They had already had some measure of magic to them - that is how they cut down the nine of us priestesses. Numbers alone did not do that. But the apples gave them terrible power.

"They took me and the others they had chosen as slaves - beautiful girls and men with valuable skills, for the most part - back to their homeland. The islands were not the only place he had taken slaves from, though they were always quite careful not to ever take so many as to be outnumbered. So, there, I met Artyr. There, we plotted. There, I came into my powers. There, I killed Pariah Dark.

"But to my continuing regret, I did not kill his sons."

"You think they have something to do with all this," said Matthew.

"Or their descendants," said Gwensyvyr. "They are the only syvyrys I ever knew of who could use blood blossoms like that. They were always doing some new, terrible thing. We had more spirits on our side than they did, even with their ridiculous cult, so they spent much of their time making new weapons against them. They had ways to keep themselves and their spirits safe from blood blossoms that we never learned. They had ways to imbue objects with their powers. At one point, they used some alchemy to make this sphere of red glass that could control most ghosts and even tugged on my mind…" She trailed off. "You've encountered that, too, haven't you?"

Danny squirmed. "Maybe."

"How?" asked Gwensyvyr. "Why?"

"It was–" He looked at the rest of his family. "It was– This crazy circus ringmaster had it and was using it to make ghosts rob banks and jewelry stores for him."

"Are you talking about Freakshow?" asked Jazz.

"Freakshow?"

"His real name was Frederick Isaac Showenhower," offered Jazz. "At least, that was his pen name."

"Amazing," said Gwensyvyr. “We ought to sit down and talk about all of the history you managed to run into despite living an ocean away and under a different name. But– Showenhower. That has a German root, doesn’t it? There was some suspicion that the younger son had fled to that area after betraying his brothers… I’m getting ahead of myself.

“While Artyr and I worked at cleansing the sacred pool, reviving the tree, and healing the other damage done by Pariah’s attack, Pariah’s sons built up a cult around their father’s ghost. A group of fanatics that stayed loyal even in death.

“They attacked Avlynys again when I was pregnant with my second daughter, seeking revenge and the power of the sacred pool. Imagine for a moment, such a battle between syvyrys and spirits. The sky was shattered with lightning, the air green with power. Trees uprooted themselves to take part in the fighting. The dead sacrificed themselves to take up their buried corpses. I myself fought Pariah in his glory, bolstered by prayers and sacrifice, wearing a crown of fire and a ring forged from the souls of a hundred berserkers. I banished him through the pond, whose door had been stuck open since it drank of my blood.

“It broke the ground beneath the pond and spring, and the spring sank deep underground where, to the best of my knowledge, it still rests.”

“That’s the portal in Andyr?” asked Danny. “Just checking to make sure.”

“The pond, yes,” said Gwensyvyr. “Kyr Argyn was built on the rift - we also used it as a silver mine for a while. Very useful, for a newly-formed country.” Her lips twitched up. “Artyr also enjoyed the chance to learn silversmithing. I do appreciate your attempts to get back the Kyp Styrryse, Lwys. It took him a hundred years to get that good.” She made a face. “It was also a great aid when maintaining the pool. Having it again would be very good.”

“Oh,” said Lewis. “I, well, I’m working on it. But– A hundred years?”

“Artyr died in that battle, but he did not leave. We had three more children, after, though they were… strange. Even now, he has not left, though he sleeps with many of the other spirits of this land.

“After we had driven off Pariah’s sons, we found the pool again. It took time and a great deal of effort even with magic, and once we did, we were determined that no one should use it for evil ever again, and that even if all of us should die - me, and my children, who numbered three, only, at the time, and my closest friends - it should be safe. But we could not simply bury it and leave it. It was not yet clean and still too powerful. So, we made nine Great Gates and nine Great Gate Keys, to guard all the paths that could reach it. We pledged our family to the cause of safeguarding it and tending it, and we named ourselves after those gates, those doors, so we would not forget.”

Gwensyvyr paused significantly.

“We’ve done that, haven’t we?” asked Matthew. “Even before Uncle Leon died.”

“It was a good while before that, too, to be fair,” said Gwensyvyr. “In truth, I think it started as early as my great-grandchildren’s time. A hundred years of fighting with the sons and grandsons of Pariah…” She trailed off and shook her head. “Alys wanted peace, and thought that both sides were worn down enough that she could get it. She married her daughter, her only child, to one of Pariah’s scions. But Kythrin chose never to have access to the sacred pool, or take up her duties to it, and so never to become queen herself. The throne and its duties went to her cousin, and her husband killed her and took their children to Britain, where he made a pest of himself for the rest of his natural life, despite efforts to end it prematurely.

“One of the children came back. We were overjoyed, but…” Gwensyvyr’s face soured. “Once welcomed, they used the pool to try and call up Pariah once more.

“That is when the pool and the journey andyr Kyr Argyn became so entwined with the succession. Before that, we had helpers, who came freely. They were not the priestesses of old, but they had some knowledge, and it made the burden easier for the family. After… we did not trust so easily.

“Later, many years on, Queen Arynryd saw the danger in this and founded the School of Heroes in an attempt to gather those that could be trusted. That was the original point of it - not to be a pre-approved pool of heroic suitors to pick from to prevent inbreeding in the royal line.” She rolled her eyes as a faint susurrus of ohs rose up around the table. “Although, I will grant that it has been useful for that, on occasion.”

Gwensyvyr shook her head. “After that incident, though, many of us were worried that Pariah might return, so I and some others went through the pool, and directly into a war. I am not sure how long it lasted. Time was strange, there, in the otherworld. But it was Pariah and his fanatics against all other spirits, and we felt that, as his old enemies, we must join in.

“When Pariah was sealed, we returned, but we found that more than a generation had passed, and Pariah’s brood had made war on us again, and that they had even roused the Normans to do the same. A whole…” She paused, looking away. “While we were gone, a whole branch of the family had been wiped out. Only the youngest, one too young to go to war, survived. And though King Ydmynd completed the trials, and as an adult, with a child just born, he decreed restrictions, and that no one should go into Andyr or to the pools except for the Trials.”

Gwensyvyr stared at the table. “I did not intervene. I thought it would be enough, as people had children, and those children wanted to take up the family task. I thought the pool healed enough, and the gates strong enough. It was not Ydmynd’s fault, mind. He was young, and he’d had a harrowing time of the trials, with so many of us gone to fight Pariah in the beyond, and all his family dead.”

She paused again, giving Danny time to catch up and think about what that must have felt like, for Edmund. To think about how every day they seemed to be getting closer to that point themselves.

“There were some benefits to the developments as well. The decrees were not because of fear, only,” said Gwensyvyr, softly. “Athlyng Elysyvyt was kidnapped young and educated by the Danes, who wanted to put her on the throne, but without the Trials, she had no claim to it. We avoided long periods of regency, and the crises that come with child monarchs. A few times, Pariah’s living fanatics were caught trying to get into Andyr.

“Then, too, not everyone followed King Ydmynd’s decrees, especially after he, in turn, died. There were strong syvyrys in those years, too. Even so… even so, we thought it might be best to let the living find their own way, in most cases. There is a reason I did not stay queen after my death, though I was, clearly, still there and still visible, as magic had suffused Avlynys through the sacred pool far more in those days than it does now.

“There were things to do, regardless. Even in death, even with the pool behind the Great Gates, we still had to protect the island and the pool from enemies. And…” She sighed. “When there were no more enemies, and we found ourselves growing weary, many of us chose to rest. Even I cannot be everywhere at once. I often chose to shadow my family, rather than any greater purpose and as time passed, and the pool wasn’t tended to, its power faded. I thought that a good thing, that it was finally returning to how it used to be before my first death, but lately we find we cannot even go there, and… Now we are here. A thousand years of attrition and inattention later, we are here.”

“And… that’s it?” asked Danny.

Gwensyvyr spread her hands out. “I am not going to attempt to recount the entire millennia, much less the portions of it that are in living memory. Although maybe I should. I always thought the nationalist movement had a little too much in common with some of the things Pariah’s fanatics got up to.” She tapped her lips. “And the Germans sent us a remarkable number of curses during the second of the Great Wars, despite how terrible they were at it, and despite hardly anyone being able to do that at all in the twentieth century.”

“We expelled the nationalist movement. Their whole organization was outlawed, after the Brygytyn attacks.”

“Matthew, you know as well as I that you never entirely get rid of people like that.”

Iris raised a hand. “So, our consensus here is that our premier pharmaceutical institution is run by deranged cultists who specifically hate our family for killing their, what, their god? And they might be Nazis on top of that?”

“Not Nazis,” said George. “Those were specifically German nationalists.”

“There are American Nazis, too,” pointed out Iris.

“I wouldn’t call it a consensus,” said Gwensyvyr. “But they must, at least, be involved, and I find the timing suspicious, if he was out of that sarcophagus for any length of time. I would say that the spirit who attacked just now was one of them, likely being punished for failing to kill you earlier, Matthew.”

“So, what do we do?” asked Danny. He was, personally, all for going out and beating up whoever was behind all this, but he didn’t know who was behind all this.

“The Trials,” said Matthew. “If we did them, if we got rid of whatever was blocking you, could you… How many of our ancestors are here, awake? Could you help?”

Gwensyvyr smiled, teeth sharp, ghostly fangs. “We would like nothing better.”

#danny phantom #ectober #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt23 #ectoberhaunt 2023 #ectober 2023 #ancestral fic

73 notes · View notes

okkennymay · 2 years

Photo

ECTOBER NIGHT - PAGE 21

[ First ] - [ Prev ] - [ Next ]

"Okay thaaaat's weird, thaaaat's suspicious."

At least I was able to keep up with the posting on time on Patreon for a lil while there @v@ It looks like schedules and me just don’t mix no matter how hard I try, if anything it’s like throwing a wrench into gears @w@ But well, you know that won’t stop me! I guess I'll just have to do what I can, when I can, all loosey goosey apple juicy 😤💖 You’d think I'd have learned to be a bit more patient with myself after all this time 👀

#Danny Phantom #Ectober Night #Ectober Comic #KennyMay_OvO #Danny Phantom Fan comic #Fan comic #comic #There will be no mercy to whom prevented him from gorging himself stupid on candy #I still don't like the first panel all that much but it tells the story it needs to

945 notes · View notes

jhdanes · 6 months

Text

@ectoberhaunt day 21: it has been a long time that I drew for ectober, but I remember drawing ghost king vlad and blood general Dee Dee, and yes, Dee Dee is 2x bigger then vlad, and I’m pretty sure she could crush him with her pinky finger. XD #vladmasters #dannyphantom #vladplasmius #deedee #dexterslaboratory

#ectoberhaunt23 #danny phantom #dexters laboratory #vlad masters #Dee Dee #dee dee x vlad #dee dee and vlad #ship #rare ship #vampire #ghost #vampire x ghost #digital art #fanart #art #my art #myart #couple #supernatural

12 notes · View notes

seaglass-skies · 6 months

Text

HELLO I am linking my Ectober series cough threedayslate cough

The fics:

Day 2 (Botanomancy): Plant Magic 101: It's not as easy as it looks (CWs: Past mind control)

Sam attempts to learn how to control plants.

Day 5/8 (Hunt/Dread): Better hide, better run (CWs: Being hunted)

Danny is trapped in a bubble with ghost hunters.

Day 9 (Dragons): Pies make for bad swimming pools

Phantom is a tiny dragon with a big sweet tooth.

Day 11 (Dread & Calm): I can only hope that I'll make it to the other side (CWs: Implied/referenced torture, ambiguous/open ending)

Those monsters ripped him apart, and he doesn't know how to fix it.

Day 21 (Isekai: Past Prompt): Scream your problems at the sky

Jazz plans a brief sibling road trip for some unconventional stress relief.

#danny phantom #seaglass etchings #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt23

9 notes · View notes

sumiink · 11 months

Text

Dannymay 2023 Masterpost

This was my first Dannymay! And, well, I only finished about half the prompts. But I like the stuff I did do so I’ll consider this a success! Hopefully Ectober will be better.

Individual pieces and prompts under the cut:

Day 1: Fantasy AU

Day 2: Backpack

Day 3: Blizzard

Day 4: Fractals

Day 6: Eclipse

Day 7: Weapon

Day 8: Electric Core AU

Day 9: Ghost Zone

Day 10: Bones

Day 11: Underwater

Day 13: Monster

Day 14: Seance

Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

Day 16: Fangs

Day 18: Grave

Day 21: Shatter

#Dannymay2023 #my art #masterpost #Sorry I didn’t finish I got busy

15 notes · View notes

q-gorgeous · 2 years

Text

Its almost time for Ectober again and I’ve decided to do my own calendar this year! I really wanted to make a calendar with some new and refreshing spooky prompts. The last week will also overlap with Ectober Week!

Tag your submissions as #ectober2022!

Prompts below the cut:

1. Witch

2. Curse

3. Treat

4. Brain

5. Organ

6. Harvest

7. Full Moon

8. Bite

9. Spooky

10. Bat

11. Rot

12. Grave

13. Alive

14. Twilight

15. Blood

16. Smoke

17. Goosebumps

18. Puppet

19. Wail

20. Haunted

21. Trick

22. Death

23. Breeze

24. Grief

#gorgi #ectober2022 #danny phantom #phandom #i know ectoberhaunt is a thing #but ive had this list made since like at least july #i think its been longer than that though #ive been really burnt out #and alot of the phandom prompts have been too repetitive for me #so i picked some that i thought were interesting #and even if no one joins in im gonna have a blast #drawing and writing for my spooky prompts #this can be a personal challenge to myself bdbdbd

51 notes · View notes

artistfingers · 2 years

Text

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by: @cartoonsbyandie @aobawilliams @achairwithapandaonit @deathcomes4u @snoozeeroo

Since some of y'all also tagged me in the last lines WIP game, I'm sort of combining them! The idea is to make a list of all your WIP doc titles, no matter how strange or silly, and invite asks about them.

So! Drop me an ask about any of the WIPs listed and I'll share the last line, a snippet, some sketches, or just tell you what that thing's all about!

Tagging: @loreshark@dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie @kkachis @the-wizard-dipper @mirrorfalls

Alrighty! For the sake of sanity, the list is below the cut, and organized by both fandom and project.

Danny Phantom

Undercover AU

[zine piece, top secret! 👀]*

[zine development sketches, also top secret]*

laptop redo

DOOMED

that fenton kid page 4

protective

close call

Misc. ucAU doodles

scaredy cat / what's anime

about eyes

Proximal

Proximal [@dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie]*

Proximal 1, 2, & 2.5 (sketches)

Invisobang

BB2*

Concept sketches (DTRH & BB2)

Misc

Two Steps To The Left [@loreshark & @dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie]*

TSTTL char designs

‘09 Redraw sketches

Host - ectober 21 2.0

magical girl Sam

various sketches (mostly Danny, a few of Sam, a few Danis, one Vlad...)

Alex Rider

Beginnings

Fullmetal Alchemist

Al, in the aftermath.

Thermal Flux

Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

Amnesia fic

Ghost Shinichi

Ran & Kaito Teamup

Shinran - Change

Beach episode

MK logo eng

Stage Hands*

Mob Psycho 100

The Golem

Crossovers

Things That Bleed [@kkachis & @dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie]*

Things That Bleed (1-5)

ttb cover concept (+icon & header versions)

roaming alpha disarm (+update)

seatbelts

rooftop

ttb alex redraw

kkachis redraw + ttb danny

brothers blorbo

misc. development sketches

A Shadow From the Sky

ch. 1 revision

ch. 26 - 32; ch. 36

Personal

misc. self portraits

OOTDs

sketchbook studytember challenge

Journal comics

pet names

hehe tipsy

drawings about feelings

*items are less likely to be spoken about in depth or and will not have previews shared, as they are either collabs or event projects.

#art writes #tag game #wip tag game #AH ALRIGHT I FINALLY DID THIS AFTER SO MANY TAGS OTL IM SORRY #i was intimidating by the idea of compiling these WIPs from across so many disorganized places ajshdgf #anyways heres the list. slightly curated even if the challenge is to Not do that WHOOPS #as it is there are a few things i excluded and i debated over the collabs etc... eventually i just put a disclaimer on those hjasgf #my cutoff date was 2019 too cuz further back... uh idk even what's further back ajshdgf #anyways yea send me asks bout this over the long weekend if ya like :3 good excuse to share!!

29 notes · View notes

goodfish-bowl · 1 year

Text

EctoberHaunt and Ectober Week 2022 Master Post

Happy Halloween! Here’s my complete collections of prompts for this month. Big thanks to those over at @ectoberhaunt and @ectoberweekofficial for the prompts! All fills should be correctly tagged, fics contain summaries and AO3 links, and please do mind the warnings if they’re there.

All my Ectoberhaunt22 fics can also be found here on AO3

Ectoberhaunt22

Day 3 - Order: Order to Entropy (poem)

Day 3 - Chaos: Refraction Chapter 3: Break to Build (fic)

Day 4 - Box: All Boxed Up (art)

Day 4 - Staff: Spirit of Rock (art)

Day 5 - Wraith: Paved with Good Intentions (fic)

Day 5 - Banshee: The Last One (art)

Day 6 - Burn: Fevour (fic)

Day 6 - Freeze: A Mercy (fic)

Day 7 - Purify & Infect: Detox(ic) (art)

Day 10 - Hunger: Taste Test (fic)

Day 10 - Harvest: Harvest Moon (art)

Day 11 - Drown: A Nap with the Fishes (fic)

Day 11 - Thirst: A Craving to be Sated (fic)

Day 12 - A Way of Life & Cause of Death: A Way of Death (fic)

Day 13 - Restored: Humanity Restored (comic)

Day 13 - Abandoned: The Haunting of Amity Park: Part 1: The Neon District (fic)

Day 14 - Haunted House: The Haunting of Amity Park:Part 2: FentonWorks (fic)

Day 14 - Costume Party: Double Trouble (art)

Day 18 - Eyes: A Trick of the Light (animation)

Day 18 - Teeth: Teeth Bared (art)

Day 19 - One & One Hundred: Hall of a Hundred Eyes (art)

Day 21 - Coronation: The Dragon Queen (art)

Day 24 - Future: The Price of Knowing (art)

Day 24 - Past: Too Dead for This: Chapter 1: Seven Years is a Long Time (fic)

Ectober Week 2022

Day 26 - Six Feet: I’ll Come Home if You Call (poem and art)

Day 28 - “Psst, you’re dead. Pass it on.“: Two Paths (animation)

Unprompted

Cosmic Perspective (art)

Dead and Gone (transparent art)

Squeaky Toy (animation)

Ectoberhaunt21 Master Post

Commentary Under the Cut

It has been supremely challenging and fun to do all of these prompts! I know I’m not a super prolific author and artist, but I really enjoy events like this. While it’s been hard on me to produce this sheer amount of content, it was engaging and active, giving me something to do and has motivated me to put out more content in a month than I would normally do in a year on my own. I also love seeing the improvement in my content from this year to last year, when I first took part in this event, along as throughout the event itself, I noticed improvement. While I might not have been able to fill all of the prompts I had planned to do, I also did much more than I originally planned as well, shooting to fill all of the prompts, both for each day. But with 29 fills, 3 of which have no prompt at all, instead inspired by other things throughout the event, I’m satisfied.

I’ve had so much fun throughout this entire event, from planning my fills, to the story line made up by the Ectoberhaunt crew, to drawing and writing my fills themselves. But of all of them, I do have some favorites.

I found my trend of horrible angst holds true, with some of my most severe fill, at least in my opinion, being Paved with Good Intentions. Vlad’s perspective of Danny’s grief was definitely something I found fun to write.

I noticed I used a lot of Outside, or limited perspective, especially with The Haunting of Amity Park, where you only get the perspective from the camera, so it ended up being mostly descriptions and dialog. The morticians perspective in A Way of Death was also amusing to write.

I tried out a lot of different art techniques this year as well. I messed with my style, bouncing back and forth between a more semi-realistic style and then a more cartoon-esque style for the more humorous fills, and then the simplistic style for a few other ones. I definitely think I’ve improved over the past month, just due to the sheer amount of art alone. The animations were fun themselves.

My ask box is always open if you want to talk to me about a particular piece.

See ya around!

#danny phantom #goodfish writes #goodfish draws #ectoberhaunt22 #ectoberweek2022 #master post #links #goodfish was here #i’m going to go sleep for the next week now. have fun going through everything

30 notes · View notes