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thebrainrotsreal · 20 days
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TODAY I BRING YOU EMBER! Tomorrow? Who knows. Give her electric powers and fire because I think it's cool as fuck. Wield the wired microphone like an electric whip. Also rlly love the idea that if you wanna stop her from encouraging people to cheer her name with music, you could try pissing her so badly she starts insulting somebody via song, meaning she's singing about someone else and not herself.
Also, yes I am allergic to not tweaking designs for fun. It's fun ♡♡♡
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herbatahleb · 1 year
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You will remember
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anna-undaunted · 5 months
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I think Ember deserves a cool jacket
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kettlefire · 6 months
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Kid Flash & the Prison.
Wally West doesn't believe in the supernatural.
Aliens? Sure. Atlanteans? Understandable. Clones? Yes, makes perfect sense.
Magic and ghosts? Party tricks.
It's not real, and it never will be.
That's the only reason he accepted the stupid bet. He knows Robin was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help it.
M'gann was so sure it was haunted. Swore up and down that it just didn't feel right, and tried to talk Wally out of it.
He wasn't going to wuss out in front of her. So he went in. He took up the bet and went inside the haunted old prison.
An hour. He just had to survive an hour in the creaky, dark, damp building.
That can't be so hard, right?
He steeled himself, laughed of the concerned looks, and went straight in. Ignoring the looming voice in the back of his head telling him to turn away.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind him, a cold chill filled the air, and...
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wally could hear the slight dripping of an old pipe somewhere, but that was all.
The prison was just that. An old abandoned prison, falling apart on it's edges. That was it. Nothing more nothing less, and Wally laughed at himself for his stupid fear.
He zoomed through the building, going into every room. Looking at every nook and cranny. Taking pictures so make sure no one could say he stayed huddle at the door.
It wasn't until he reached the Warden's office that something happened.
It wasn't a big deal, Wally was just certain a draft knocked over one of those rotten wooden shelves. That's what the crash was, no need to fret. Wally absolutely didn't jump at the sound.
He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and pulled...
Nothing happened. The door refused to open. The knob turned, it wasn't locked. Yet it felt like door might be barricaded, so tightly that Wally couldn't even shove it an inch.
It only made Wally want to get in even more. He's been to every other inch of this prison, he wasn't going to let a rotten door stop him.
But then it happened. Translucent glowing green arms shot out of the wooden door, gripping at Wally's skin in an ice cold and bruising grasp.
He didn't scream. No, Wally shouted. That's all he did. It was manly, 100%, he just got a little jump scared that's it.
His comm crackled to life, and Wally could hear the voices of his team through thick static. He could barely make it out, what with trying not to get pulled into the door.
The old rotten door wasn't a door anymore. It swirled a glowing green and purple color, and the presence of it sent a chill down Wally's spine.
This time, as Wally felt the floor slipping from under him, Wally screamed. A blood curdling sound because this wasn't supposed to happen.
The speedster wasn't sure if he had just closed his eyes, or if he passed out. Yet, when he opened his eyes again he was in a prison.
A prison. Not The Prison.
The walls were a sickly purple grey, the sky above him was inky black with the occasional streak of green. And Wally realized very quickly, he wasn't on Earth anymore.
Maybe he should have been more concerned by the green beings dressed in riot gear circling around him. Or the fact that he was now wearing a grey and black jumpsuit, his super suit and mask completely missing.
But no. No the thing that sent a numbing wave of dread through was the man.
The man, who could barely be called a man, that loomed over him. Dressed in white and black suit. Whose skin was a deathly white.
An almost skeletal look to his face, yet Wally didn't doubt he strength and power in that man.
The man who called himself Warden Walker.
Walker wasted no time in listening a startling list of rules Wally had broken. Rules that would lead him to spend much too long trapped in this ghostly prison.
As much as Wally hated to admit it, that's what it was. Ghosts.
And he had no clue how to get free. Even as he was changed, and lead around the prison. To the mess hall. Even as Wally started down at the food that looked absolutely radioactive.
In this moment, Wally realized how screwed he truly was. Terrified of what would happen next. Would his friends try going into the prison after him?
How much time has even passed? Would his friends end up trapped here with him? Would they get worse treatment? How could a human be in a ghost prison?!
His spiraling panic and stressed came to a complete halt when she sat down. Grey skin and firey blue hair, Wally couldn't help but find her beauty enticing.
Her boyfriend, however, looked as if he could snap Wally in two. Looming forming, looking to be a metallic suit and firey green mohawk.
Wally really thought he was going to get the weirdest beat down of his life.
Except the conversation quickly shifter a plan for a riot. Talk of how to get Wally out of there. Leaving the speedster absolutely flabbergasted. Why would they help?
Every time Wally tried to ask the ghosts why, they kept brushing him off. Until finally he got an answer from Ember. Which only left him with more questions.
"Because the dipstick would be a bigger pain if we let a human stay here."
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pikakaistudios · 7 months
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They stood behind her, watching curiously from a safe distance while she leaned down to look right into his eyes. "I don't think I've seen you around before," said the only girl in the group. "What's your name, kid?" "I'm... I don't really know." "You're new, huh?" she said with a thoughtful tilt of her head. From seemingly nowhere, familiar music began to play,...
Another art for the bang! This time a one page comic^^
->->READ THE FIC HERE<-<-
Art by me and fic "Phantom Boy" by @raaorqtpbpdy
... @invisobang ...
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After working on this off and on for the past 2 years, here's the introduction to the Ghostly Pokemon Au. Let's start off with our gym leaders 1 through 4.
Gym leaders (5-8)
The Phantom Trio and others will come soon, but had to get this outta my system. No better time than before the upcoming Pokemon Direct!
(Will probs add new facts in the reblogs in the future)
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Let's AMP IT UP!
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Only 24 hours left to sign up for Green With Envy's coloring half!
Or if you have any last minute line art, get that in now!
We've just officially DOUBLED the amount of line art from 2023 but we're still 9 people shy of doubling how many colorists we have! Let's hit that goal, Guys! I wanna hear you scream out to your friends. Hypnotize them with your awesome persuasion skills, and get everyone down to the event so we can rock Tumblr's world!
Let's get #DannyPhantom trending again like the gremlins we are!
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Line art for this post provided by @cola-grey. Colored by Mod Weshney. :D
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Looking for the Masterpost because you are curious about this awesome event~?
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moonfoxgazer · 4 months
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'This time, however, Danny found himself in a small town on the razor’s edge between prosperity and decline. The town called itself Amity. Danny vaguely remembered the town from his youth, though nothing really specific. He recalled playing with a hoop with some kids and sometimes helping his mother sell wares at the general store. There was that one hunter fellow he saw once with a massive beard and a bear skin coat with the head of the bear acting as a hood. But he didn’t really remember much of Amity. Though there were some who recognized him.' From Spooks and Spurs written by Sean Dillon.
Hello party people, and welcome to my @ecto-implosion art! I really wanted to play on the idea of Western Danny Phantom and explore not just cowboys but a little bit of some history of my home state and such.
I was paired with the awesome Sean Dillon and they have written this fantastic piece that I hope ya'll will enjoy. Sean went with a more spaghetti, Tarantino and Guillermo del Toro vibe, so it's more grounded in reality and has more dirt, grime and blood. Think Hateful Eight or Django vibes. :3
Now if you're interested, I have concept art and other variations of the main piece down before the cut-
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Originally I went into this thinking more along the lines of DP set in the west, so I kept the ghosts and Infinite Realms as a thing and then added in a dash of Ghost king.
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You had the Crown of Fire set as a hat band and then the Bolo Tie of Rage to replace the ring. My idea also was to have portable portals via six shooter and instead of a thermos, there would be the lasso and he'd just keep the captured ghosts tied up on the back of his horse, which was really just Cujo because of course the ghost dog would be his mount, it works too well.
I also did some designs for some of the other cast. These were based on a combination of historical photos, preserved outfits and modern gunfighter reenactment garb.
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Tucker, Sam and Valerie.
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Vlad, Walker and Ember
And lastly:
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An Oppenheimer who actually is our favorite meddlesome time bastard Clockwork. Had a lot of fun with this one, Oppe is a big time figure back home so it was awesome getting to include him.
If you've read this far, thank you. I really hope you enjoy the art and story and stay tuned. Sean and I have plans for the fic they wrote, which may or may not involve adapting it into a graphic novel format.
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Day 7, Fire!!!🔥 Happy Eight Ecto Nights!!!!!!!!!
Ember decided to get in on the action and sing the “Rock of Ages” !!!!!!!!!!!🕎✡️ 🕍
Always the star of the show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!✡️✡️✡️✡️✡️✡️✡️✡️✡️✡️
What do u think? I’d love to know!💖
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edads · 1 year
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I think she’s neat :)
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cactuschewinggum · 9 months
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What's up Babypop?
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irascible-mushroom · 5 months
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My favorite rockstar🔥
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herbatahleb · 1 year
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BatPham was watched DP yesterday and this is what I drawing while I was watching
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drawnale · 1 year
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Day 6 Burn
Oh, Ember, you will remember Ember, one thing remains Ember, so warm and tender You will remember my name
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kettlefire · 6 months
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Ember & the Dark Knight
She just wanted her guitar back. That's all Ember wanted, she needed it. The growing pain inside grew the longer she was away from it.
Her only outlet. The only thing that helped her. In every way of the word. She had to fight tooth and nail to be allowed to keep it in the first place.
Promised she's never use it against the living again. Never try to brainwash anyone.
Then she lost it. Just like that. Flying through the Zone, and a particularly harsh natural portal ripped it from her grasp.
It's the only reason she was in this godforsaken city. It reeked of anguish and pain, and Ember just wanted to get out of there.
Something about the place the portal spit her out into, just didn't sit right with her. She wanted in and out of quickly as possible.
To just get back home in the Zone. Back to Skulker.
Except there just had to be a really weird guy in burlap sack mask. Which was weird enough as is, but hey Ember wasn't one to judge.
She tried to be civil. To ask for her guitar back. Her baby that the man had clutched in his grasps.
Maybe she should have seen it coming. This place had to be stranger than Amity. The man barely even flinched when he saw her glowing form.
Ember expected a fight okay. That was it, just a fight and then she can take her things and get the hell out of dodge.
But it couldn't be that easy. Of course it couldn't be.
Because then a large man in a black armor suit just had to come falling down from the ceiling. And of course the human man seemed to scare the weird Scarecrow guy.
Ember tried to be calm again. She really did, she promised the little dipstick that she's work on her anger.
That was until she got a burst of green gas into her face.
It was almost comical. The way she swatted the gas away from her face with a slight cough. Glaring at Scarecrow and Batman. As she found out the dude in the furry suit was called.
Scarecrow seemed excited, like he couldn't wait to see what happened. But Ember noticed Batman tense. Weapons on hand, and ready for what to come. Leaving her in a full confusion.
Then it happened. Whatever that gas was finally kicked in.
And everything was on fire.
She couldn't breath. Oh god, she couldn't breath. Heat radiated from the walls, and the two men just faded from her focus.
She needed to get out.
And she tried. She tried, even as her no longer functioning lungs seemed to ache for air.
Even as her core seemed to mimic a heart. Straining, and pounding against the fear, panic, and pain she felt.
But Ember tried to suck it up. Pull away from the licking heat of the flames. Forcing her way through the warehouse.
Looking for an exit. An escape. Anyway to get her way back home. To get back to Skulker.
At this point, Ember didn't care about her guitar anymore. It could burn for all she cared. She just wanted to get back to her love.
All that fight she felt faded away in an instant. Zapping out of her the moment her eyes landed on him.
Skulker, the love of her life, was there.
Trapped in the flames before her. The metal of his suit twisting and warping. Damn near melting beneath the intense heat.
A pain Ember wouldn't would even wish on her worse enemy. She knew what it felt like to burn. It felt like she was dying watching it happen to Skulker.
She stared wide eyed and frozen as the twisted and broken Skulker tried to stagger towards her. Broken sounds and choked screams leaving him as his suit fell apart. As the fire began to take over.
Ember fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face and pain tearing at her heart. She couldn't breath. She didn't need to but she felt like she was suffocating.
Then she screamed.
The first sound she made since this nightmare began. Reverberating through her chest, tearing out from her vocal cords in a damn near painful sound.
She wasn't sure when she had closed her eyes. But before she knew it, there were hands on her shoulder. And she fought back. Tried to shove the hands off her. Too panicked to even think of her powers.
She was terrified of what she'll see. A twisted and melting Skulker pulling her closer the fire. The only image her brain could fathom for the reason of the too warm hands grasping at her arms.
Ember heard it. Barely there behind the loud roar of the fire, and the still broken cries of her lover. It was a voice.
A normal voice. A concerned voice.
It took all her willpower to pull her eyelids open. Prepared to see the worse of the worse. Except it wasn't like that.
The fire seemed like an overlay. A horrible projection of something that wasn't there. Expect him. He was real. Ember knew it, because he was there when the nightmare started.
The man in the suit. The Batman.
His gloved hands were trying to pull her back to reality. Pull her away from the nightmare.
"Look at me. It's not real."
Those words, spoken in the gruff and deep almost robotic voice was what did it for her.
Almost in an instance, it was all gone. She was seated on a perfect fine, and not burning warehouse floor. Tears burning her eyes, chest in complete pain, as her core rocked with the experience.
Ember didn't know why she did it. Maybe she just need to feel comforted. Like a child after a nightmare, she latched onto the man.
The man that pulled her out of this nightmare. Both residual fear and panic, paired with overwhelming relief flooded her.
Because she gets to go home. Back to Skulker. Back to the Zone. She even gets to see that little dipstick again.
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pikakaistudios · 9 months
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!!DP prompt!!
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Wheel of fear
There are more and more missing people in Amity Park. Danny wanting to figure out what's going on tries to ask some of his frienemies in the Ghost Zone. He first goes to Ember (which was a very good idea). The singer looked traumatized and as soon as she saw Phantom she deeply apologized for hurting his friends earlier. Phantom suprised by the sudden outburst of guilt asks her what happened.
"I-I was just in the middle of preparing for my n-next concert. Suddenly e-everything just went black. *sight* Then I heard a crowd clapping and cheering. But there was no crowd... Next thing I saw was this ghost dressed in a ringmaster outfit. He then started saying a welcome speech like you see in the TV shows. The lights lit up a big wheel of fortune. The ghost then addressed to me as I was the one to spin the wheel and win a price. I was pretty angry at the guy at first because my concert was to start in 30 minutes since he took me in that place, but I decided that a little break for me wouldn't be that bad. But then, right before I spun it... The images appeared. The images that showed me what can I win. They were horrific but I couldn't see much of them since I spun the wheel. It... it stopped on an image showing a curled up person with fingers pointing at them. Then I got transported to a different place. There- There was... There was mom, dad, my friends from school I- He-"
"Deep breaths Ember, you are doing great"
"He made me remember...That bastard! He made me remember all the moments I regret from my past live! He reversed the roles and made me the victim of my mistakes! I just want to be left alone! I want to stop remembering all of it!"
Ember looks up to Phantom full of tears and says:
"He will come for you too. Even you have flaws. He will make them stay in your mind forever"
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