normal halloween fantasy world w/ vampires & monsters & all that good jazz but the skeletons are just normal people who happen to be deceased but stuck around
like ghosts get the option to stay w/ their corpses instead of passing on so now everyone’s family is made up of like 3 living generations and your great-aunt Bernadine
sometimes family members die but decides to like. stick around. there’s a polite period of seclusion while their corpse goes through the decaying process, bc of hygiene reasons. then once the bits and pieces fall away you get a nice clean skeleton haunted by the un-aging spirit of a family member. and it’s not like they’re another mouth to feed, so they just spent their afterlife being passed around by relatives and offering free babysitting i guess
But, you know, you can technically speed up the decaying process. I could go feed a big ass murder of crows. And then have a nice bleach bath to get rid of the itty-bitty bits that got stuck. And then go to a bone engraver to get very unique designs, to make sure its hard to fake my identity. And also to be a really cool tattooed skeleton. I’d get back to my family after a week tops. The future grandchildren could color in my cool tattoos.
Fuck you, now I want to be a cool ghost skeleton. And I can’t. Fuck you
1. everything about this comment is good and right, catch me laying my skeleton out to feed the birds
2. i completely FORGOT bones could be CARVED, and for that i am shamed
gonna be the most badass skeleton babysitter
if you were a bare skeleton anyway I bet you could just Meccano in spare bits of unoccupied bone
wanna be a bone centaur? find an unhaunted horse skeleton & stretch your legs
art prompt: BONE CENTAUR
I know your whole shtick is cursed-content but I couldn’t help but make something a little wholesome. An elderly couple, Liam (the skeleton) and Rose (the little old lady). Liam passed away before Rose, but he chose to stick around and take care of her since they live alone.
oh my bleeding goodness i love it
“Its great great great grandpa’s turn to take care of the kids.”
This post gave me a surge of inspiration so here ya go. The big sis is painting a dragon on her old man’s arm, while the little bro is placing a flower crown on his head. Sorry its a bit blurry.
oh my goodness. i would absolutely love to see this in color if anyone is interested
@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses I never wanna do bones again with so many details, you’ve killed me you damn yogurt of hell, but this helped break through a bit of a art block so hindsight thank you XD
Damon Gray had clocked out of work early, calling into his assistant and telling her, he was having a family crisis. Trisha Stonewell was going to be visiting at around four-thirty for a tour of Axiom’s R & D department and the security systems with Vladimir Masters. Damon swallowed. That man had single-handedly dragged him out of poverty and, as a single father, that had meant the world. That April three years ago had been the hardest he had since losing his wife. Planning the security for Axiom when they wouldn’t allow ghost technology from a private branch or ghost tech, in general, to be used for security of the facility had made things even harder. So he was forced to make do with what he could and installed equipment to the best of his abilities that following May.
Digital surveillance, retinal scanning access portals, titanium doors, laser deterrents….
“…..As promised, this is the most secure facility in the United States.” He closed his eyes, exhibiting every amount of confidence as he strolled with his boss and the two guards for the facility keeping pace behind them. At least he had hoped his claim wouldn’t be put under fire. Axiom had contracts with government interests and it’s research into the paranormal made speaking about such things taboo…. So his pleas for ghost proof tech for security had been looked at as mute. There was a glance to the older gentleman just behind him to gauge reaction, his smile still showing confidence.
Clint Rickman’s glasses were perched on his hawk-like nose boredly, hands behind his back to make himself more intimidating to his obviously slightly nervous employee. His dark eyebrow raised almost smugly to the man. Damon squeezed his wrist behind his back slightly to keep himself calm as the balding individual answered flippantly. “Well done, Damon. You can feel free to bill me for the remainder of your fee.”
His daughter was becoming quite the spender and had said something about her new top but the words were lost to him. He closed his eyes again this time in relief at the thought a paycheck would be coming in. Valerie had swiped his American Express for a four hundred and seventy-nine dollar top at a boutique near the mall that last Sunday and he was tight with rent for the month.Mr. Rickman was still speaking and Damon cringed internally. “It’s good to know those smelly security dogs are a thing of the past.”
And then everything Damon had prayed wouldn’t happen, did. Barking ripped through hall behind them in reverberating booms just before huge dents were slammed into the titanium armored doors. Doors that would normally hold up against a car railing into them at seventy-five miles per hour. Phantom flew in just after that, white hair disheveled more so despite being stuck in perpetual floating and freckled cheeks glistened with sweat, skidding on his back to land in front of the group. Damon felt like facepalming and his eyes were wide through his glasses.
“What are you?!” Valerie all but screeched, grey-green eyes both angered and muddled with caution and shock. Then again he doubted she remembered anything regarding the paranormal. A few eyewitness accounts and her popular friends being intrigued about the near-fatal collision. Damian Plasmius had been chasing a thief that stole Sanchez’s purse and his daughter had found herself thrown into the road in the chase.
It was almost sad irony she had been touched by a man gifted with apparently ghostly attributes and yet remembered none of the encounter. Damian had snatched her out of the way of oncoming traffic and here she was glaring at a teenage ghost with almost as much malice as the pedestrians that had rounded on both Damian and Valerie to bludgeon them out of fear of the paranormal. Damon Gray had only walked into the aftermath to see a man, human in every right except for his fangs and glowing red eyes, being beaten to death. He only found out later that Damian had somehow teleported the two out of the path of the vehicle thanks to the Axiom security cameras tested to monitor insurance claims for the businesses in the area. Paulina Sanchez and her friend Star hung out almost exclusively with Valerie for that entire month of April and leading into May due to the event. His daughter spent her every waking hour shopping and gossiping with the two thinking she had been gifted an upgrade in status.
Damon, in contrast, had spent his hours looking for Plasmius in abandoned warehouses, apartment buildings, rundown hotels, and alleyways…each search had been fruitless. The security office he spent time in for maintenance in Axiom even had the calendar set to the wrong month until mid-June due to his stress on both the project and his newfound friend’s unknown fate. He had assumed the demon cuffed to the man had dragged the poor soul away or worse…finally made good on her word to possess him. Damon cringed mentally as he drove, remembering how she had tasted Damian.
Looking at the road as he turned down the middle-class neighborhood he had moved his daughter to after being promoted, he continued reminiscing on that fateful day.
May 23rd, 2016, the day he was fired and his daughter found a new thing to hate with an unbridled passion.
The dog, Axiom Lab tags and all, busted through like a vindictive, slobbery spirit of retribution. Globules of green spectral slobber in bucket-like amounts were tossed to flop with sickening splats on all of them, the most seeming to lang on his daughter and her ridiculously overpriced gossip shirt.
Danny Phantom apparently tried lightening the situation with an awkward chuckle before answering her previous question while poking a white glove at her, “I’ll tell you what I’m not: Coated with dog saliva.”
Valerie screamed in anger.
The dog ran past them.
Then everything took an even sharper detour for the worst. Phantom could be heard yelling desperately for the animal to stop as the tank sized hound plowed through yet another armored door and proceeded to break and rip apart every single tether computer for the Axiom’s remote sourced files. Guns could be heard fired, the spectral technology he had been forbidden to use for the system. The guards were GIW issued and were meant to ascertain possible paranormal attack given recent issues in Amity Park. The blasters fired thick and congealed beams of harsh red laser-like light, much like ectoblasts but designed in theory to stun and possible knockout spectral entities. If either the dog or Phantom was shot they would most likely become permanent editions to the R and D department’s beaker collection…or at least what was left of it from the destruction. To Damon’s increasing horror the shots weren’t exactly ‘stun’ in setting and large pieces of support metal were blasted out so the ceiling began to cave in segments. These men were aiming to obliterate and not capture.
He needed to safely get the two trigger, happy idiots, away from their weapons. Regrettably, it was going to cost him but that was a small price to pay if it meant a spectral teenager trying to stop the destruction and a dog rightly justified in its revenge could escape. There was a swallow as he sprung forward to the green button by the steel doors, “Stand back everybody! This state-of-the-art security system can stop anything.”
The muted and non-spectral version of the lasers he had been allowed to build the security system with descended from the ceiling, meant to lightly zap and alert local police and firefighters of an attempted burglar. The sphere spun, lacing light in almost blindingly fast arches. Both boy and dog phased through the beams to Damon’s relief. He could hear two more GIW cronies coming up behind them to help with getting rid of the intruders. The lasers, of course, scanned the humans left in the room and deployed the net feature for restraint of the supposed intruders. Green whipped out and Damon felt the air knocked out of him as both he and his daughter were slung to be wrapped with the four GIW men and his boss.
“Except a pasty-faced teenager.” Rickman’s voice echoed in the smoking room as almost a growl but restrained due to the mixed company.
Damon already knew his damnation for netting his boss and the GIW agent’s under the company owner’s direct orders to supervise the supposed tour of systems. “I’m fired, aren’t I.” It was a statement of fact and he awaited the verdict to be cemented almost defeatedly. His daughter might as well hear from the horse’s mouth why they would need to be moving out of the house.
Rickman was turning red from embarrassment, “You’re not just fired, you’re ruined.”
He, of course, looked to his daughter just after that and found her staring back, shock evident on her face. Doing the right thing doesn’t always mean being rewarded. Val had needed to learn that lesson.
By the end of that May, he had ‘captured’ one teenager and filed countless reports of property damage and insurance claims to HQ. Things slowly got better with more funds being given to security and he began moving up month by month. Vladimir Masters had been a big part of that and an even bigger pushing force several months ago when Damon was promoted to head of Axiom Labs that February. It was nice having a sympathetic boss that didn’t blame ghost mishaps on him and helped as often as possible. When that virus invaded the system network for the satellite, Masters had simply waved it off and even given him a nice dinner out with his daughter for the trouble. The man had even offered Valerie an internship that she had accepted happily around a week ago. They were living modestly but happy now. Money was being put back for college and retirement. Plans were being made for a possible father/daughter camping trip just prior to school starting up….
Seeing the turn on Laurel for his house, the man swerved the wheel into the driveway and popped open the front door in a rush. A camellia yellow door swung inward to rattle against the doorstop. There was a stumble on the red welcome mat and a fumble for a wall before he picked his pace up again and turned to his office. He needed at least one spectral net from his stash and a gun in the event Agrat was chasing Plasmius for some personal bonding time. Opening his desk he fumbled frantically around the contents before his thumb found the latch for the faux bottom. Pulling it out with a practiced flick of his wrist, Mr. Gray reached into the pace for his weapon only to freeze at a footstep near the doorway. Gray-green eyes looked up to meet his daughter’s. Her thick mocha hair was braided this morning down her back and instead of her usual headband, she was wearing a few small flower clips to hold her bangs in place. A flowing yellow over- the -shoulder top with tiny lace scalloped edges at the hem fluttered slightly as a hand reached to the door frame. Her brow was furrowed.
Mr. Gray forced an air of calm and smiled gently to her, placing the gun just out of sight. “ Val? Have you seen that memo folder I had set aside last night for the cameras in hall J3?”
She relaxed immediately and gently smiled at him. “ No, dad. I was busy at Jazmine’s remember?”
Mr. Gray chuckled tiredly. There was a relief in knowing his daughter didn’t have a suit or weapons hidden in her room anymore and the fact she was socializing with people again was a blessing. There were still reports of a suit running around with a hover sled in Amity but his daughter had assured him she had taken care of the equipment. Another young ghost hunter supplied by a mystery sponsor in his daughter’s absence it would seem. He didn’t need his child picking fights with the paranormal or accidentally coring something innocent or kind like Plasmius or Phantom. He paused and took a small inhale before smirking, mustache crinkling slightly as his eyes smiled to his little girl. “ Someone’s dressed up. Are you going on a date perhaps?”
Valerie blushed and knocked a thickly curled lock of hair away from her eyes to be tucked behind her ear. “Wednesdays I don’t have shifts and with the summer work crowd, I doubt they’ll call me in anytime soon for a few hours of work. I’m going to try hunting some jobs.”
Mr. Gray put a hand to his chin and raised an eyebrow, “ You’re wearing lipgloss.”
Valerie turned mahogany and her ears tinted wine in hue from the teasing. Finally, she relented. “Okay …So I may have met a boy. He’s older than me though…”
Mr. Gray stiffened and then looked to his daughter with slightly narrowed eyes. “ How much older?”
Valerie stiffened. How to explain this one? She could just imagine that conversation, ‘Oh, you know… one thousand six hundred give or take a few years?’
Instead, she went the safer and less wordy explanation, “ He’s twenty-one…”
Damon froze up, “ You’re dating an adult….An adult who’s-”
Valerie rolled her eyes. “ We aren’t dating yet. I’m trying to lure him into it.”Then she froze and hands went to her hips. An eyebrow raised in offense as she thumped a hand to her breast. “ And I’m eighteen. It’s two adults hanging out.”
Damon sighed heavily. His daughter was strong and hot-tempered and she could hold her own in a fight or defend herself if the boy she was planning on dating turned out to be trouble.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked to her tiredly “ When do I meet this mystery man?”
Valerie’s eyebrow twitched. “Nope. Absolutely not.” A head shook. “ I do not need you doing something weird and ruining this for me dad. I know you threatened Danny when I dated him and-”
Damon raised an eyebrow and interrupted with a mock offense, “ Me doing something weird?” Then he noted the way his daughter was dressed more closely. Jeans, modest shirt, and light makeup…
He motioned to her again, “You’re done up. More so than the usual tank top and skirt you run around in most of the time and your hair is braided, not simply tucked under a headband. You’re sending me mixed signals and I’m curious as to why my daughter is showing less skin than she usually does in Summer.”
Valerie blushed and a hand went to her hair. “ Is it to much?” There was an ache of nervousness in her voice that almost cracked at the end.
Damon blinked. ‘ My God, my baby is serious about this.’ There was a gentle smile as he walked over to her, weaponry temporarily forgotten as he looped a hand to her chin. “You look lovely Valerie. I just want to make sure you’re safe. You’re the only thing I have in this world to protect and the most precious thing I have ever had the honor of holding. I just want to know my little girl is safe. Little reassurances. Phone calls, set dates, knowing the boy’s parents.”
Valerie smiled but it fell slightly in the corners. Romulus didn’t have a cell phone, parents, or even his own clothes as of now. She was the one setting up dates and tugging him into the world.
Damon noted the look and looked to her worriedly. “ Did I say something stupid?”
Valerie shook her head, “ No, I just realized he doesn’t have a phone or parents. He’s not exactly from around here. He was staying over at the Fenton’s because of a ghost attack and-” She shivered in remembrance of her suit’s blade puncturing through his chest. A hand gripped to her wrist, fiddling with a few silver bangles as she averted her eyes. “He’s been hurt pretty badly and needs help getting around.”
Damon stiffened, “What happened to him?”
Valerie had a choice to make. Tell her father she stabbed a ghost trying to save her in a possessed raid on a demon nest or give a half baked lie in appeasement. She took a deep breath. “Dad …remember my ghost hunting suit a while back? The one Phantom destroyed in front of the school last February?”
Damon tensed and nodded, looking to her worriedly. “Yes. The suit that was shot through the chest and dragged to Axiom in a still-smoking pile of plastic and metal. The one I had to see destroyed on the Axiom camera’s set up around Amity and the same one that suddenly snapped onto you when I confronted Phantom in the lab after he tried killing you earlier in the day?” His eyes hardened slightly. That could easily have been Valerie. “ The one you supposedly got rid of?”
Valerie winced at the memory, remembering how the new suit worked so effortlessly and who she had used it on. She had fried Daniel’s equipment and could have easily shattered the helmet providing air to him or stifled his lungs, leaving him to revert into his non-ectoplasmic shielded human form in the cold of space. The helmet only worked for him because his hazmat suit had released enough energy to the item to create a sort of vacuum seal. Just one more second against her board and she would have been a murderer. It was a miracle the suit’s mainframe had clicked on after she recovered from being knocked out. Vladimir Masters typing code frantically and giving her suit calculations to land back in Amity Park without frying on re-entry had been her only saving grace. She should’ve died and that lesson had come at a hard price. Masters requested a meeting at his manor for the suit to be returned. She complied but hated the idea of being ripped from the equipment because of her recklessness. Then her world was torn apart when he examined her and realized she was fused at a molecular level with a ghostly artifact due to ectoplasmic corruption. The next day at school was tough. Her life was too complicated thanks to what had happened for simply fading back into a normal high school routine. She would never be normal again.
And so she broke off dating Danny. Her father had been thrilled, thinking the resurgence of ghost attacks were partially related to the boy’s anti-ghost upbringing.
Confliction was quickly apparent on her features as she bit her lip and tried keeping herself from crying. By admitting this she would be admitting to her father that not only had she kept the suit instead of giving it back to her ‘secret sponsor’, but that she had also become terminally fused to it. “ Dad …There is something important I have to tell you…About the suit….”
Damon withdrew his hand like he had been tased and his eyes widened slightly, “Val? Please tell me that hunter on the news isn’t you. That you returned that suit to the person who gave it to you. Please sweety.” The last part became more of a plea. He wanted her to have a good life, a life not at constant risk of being extinguished because she picked fights with the paranormal.
She stiffened and, for the briefest moment, her eyes flashed a fluorescent purple. Damon blinked in shock. There was a swallow as he noticed the tears trailing down his daughter’s face. “Sweety? Please….What-”
Tired green-gray eyes looked up to him, silently pleading for understanding. “ Dad. The suit-” She took a deep breath. ‘ Just tear this off like a bandaid.’
“It’s not a suit anymore.It’s me.” She bit her lip awaiting a reaction.
Time Loop, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Witches, Amnesia, Romantic Comedy, Love Confessions, Only One Bed, Tropes, Boss/Employee Relationship, Bodyguard, Sibling & BFF Relationship, Forbidden Love, Star-crossed, Snowed In, sexy neighbor, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski
A witch plays matchmaker by making Derek and Stiles live through romance tropes. Unfortunately, there are life and death consequences when they get it wrong.
Eek! My art! Go read the story! It’s cute! Secret Romance novel nerd Derek is a jam I didn’t know I needed until this story came along! Give the author kudos and comments! They did a great job!
As the Reaper’s Legion sweeps across the kingdom, Mara is determined to meet them on her own terms. However, an unexpected guest in her home forces her to face more than just the encroaching undead army.
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Hello! I recently finished Reap, a 32 page, fully colored comic about handling your past mistakes. It’s full of beautiful details, bones, and one grumpy old woman. Best of all, it’s currently free to read! I would be thrilled if people took a look at it!
I’m playing a relatively new game and it’s still a little buggy so whenever there’s a glitch or something the devs want you to email them about it. So my game crashed and deleted my save file and when I sent the devs an email about it I got this back:
As a designer who used to be a tester, I can absolutely confirm that this is one of the three basic responses to bugs:
“Hah, that’s AWESOME!” — translation: Usually an animation or physics bug whose results are so hilarious you wonder if it’s worth just leaving it in so everyone can see it. I hope you got that on video or something.
“Oh, this shit again.” — translation: I thought I fixed this fucker like five times already. Either somebody keeps breaking it, or I’m going to have to spend all week trying to find some deeper underlying cause of it all.
“Well, that’s terrifying.” — translation: that shouldn’t even be possible, but if it is, dear sweet zombie jesus, what other things might be going wrong behind the scenes? These are the nightmare bugs that could require fundamental reworks.
I know this is about game bugs, but this somehow happened and it seemed relevant
