#grave error

[penguinseatfishh]

YOUR PFP OMG /positive DID YOU DRAW THAT LMAO? I love it

I DID LMAO back in my undertale phase I joined a whiteboard of an Instagram artist and they made hilarious aus of the characters and we just drew them😭 this is sick dust or smth I love him. I don't remember the name of the artist bc I quit Instagram but if I find them I'll let you know‼️‼️

[imekitty]

Grave Error II

Follow-up to this ficlet.

Fun fact: I first tried writing this like a month after writing the first ficlet and struggled so much that I ended up rage quitting in tears. But now a couple years later, I gave it another try!

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Maddie stared at the three headstones before her. Her son. Her husband. Her daughter. She was the last one standing in this cemetery now.

But someone was watching her.

“I know you’re there,” said Maddie. “You might as well show yourself.”

Nothing happened for a moment. Then Phantom fizzled into view several feet away.

“You’ve grown since the last time I saw you.” Maddie smiled at him, noting his broadened shoulders and height.

Phantom ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I don’t age as quickly in this form, but I guess have grown a little, huh?”

“In this form? As opposed to what?” asked Maddie. “A human form?”

Phantom gazed at the graves, his lips thinning. Maddie looked down at her withered hands speckled with liver spots.

“I look old, don’t I?” She chuckled. “But I know that’s no surprise to you. You’ve been coming here to watch us when we visit for many years now.”

Phantom gripped one of his wrists, wringing it.

“You just always stayed invisible,” said Maddie. “But I knew you were there. Every time.”

“I just wanted to—”

“Don’t.” Maddie shook her head. “I don’t want to hear your reason.”

A breeze rushed past. Maddie tightened her coat around her.

“But you might as well come closer.” She kept her eyes on the headstones. “Stand next to me. I’m too old to do anything to you now anyway.”

Phantom hesitated before taking slow steps toward her, his boots crunching over dead leaves. He stopped by her side and faced the headstones.

“You really knew I was there?” he asked. “Every time you came?”

“Mmm hmm. I could tell.”

“But then why didn’t you say anything to me before?”

“I had nothing to say to you. And I didn’t want Jazz or Jack to know you were there spying on us. Jack would’ve wanted to hunt you down, capture you.”

Maddie could see Phantom’s bright glow on the edge of her vision as she continued to stare ahead.

“And I just wanted to forget about you,” she murmured.

“Forget about me?” Phantom looked down at himself before raising his eyes again. “But then why are you talking to me now?”

Maddie shrugged. “This is the first time I’ve had to come here alone. And I suppose maybe I didn’t want to be alone.”

They stared at the headstones in silence for some time.

“My entire family.” Maddie felt her throat tightening and tried to breathe to open it. “They all left before me. I just never thought I’d be the last to go.”

Phantom folded his arms and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “How… I mean, what happened to them?”

“Why do you want to know?”

Maddie looked at him. Phantom kept his head down.

“I just thought you would’ve known already,” said Maddie. “With how much you like to spy on us.”

“I wasn’t spying on you.”

“Then what do you call watching us invisibly every time we came here?”

Phantom blinked a few times, still staring at the ground. “It was the only way I could see you. Because I can’t leave Amity Park. Whenever I try, something just...holds me back. It won’t let me go.”

“Because your ghostly obsession is tied to this town,” said Maddie.

Phantom did not reply.

“But why would you want to leave?” asked Maddie. “Why would you want to see us?”

“You know why.”

Phantom continued keeping his gaze to the ground. Even with his slowed aging, Maddie could see tired lines around his eyes and mouth.

“I still see reports about you when I check the Amity Park news,” said Maddie. “You’re still saving the town, still making those silly jokes and puns while you do it.”

Half of Phantom’s mouth curved up. “Yeah, well, it’s all I have now. I… I have nothing else. Not since…”

He glanced at her before returning his gaze to the ground.

“So you’ve been reading about me?” he asked. “You’ve been...thinking about me?”

“Does that stroke your ego, Phantom? Satisfy your obsession to be a beloved hero?”

“That’s not it.”

They stayed silent for a moment, staring at the headstones.

“I found their obituaries online,” said Phantom. “But neither of them gave the cause of death.”

“I didn’t want to disclose that.”

“Please tell me.” Phantom gripped his elbows tightly. “I would really like to know. Please.”

Maddie sighed. “Jack went first. Heart attack. We had known it was coming for some time. He had been struggling with his blood pressure for years and was terrible at eating healthy. He always ended up cheating with tons of fudge.”

“He never could resist fudge.”

Maddie quirked a brow. Phantom was smiling wistfully.

“Jazz caught pneumonia one day.” Maddie faced forward again, reading her daughter’s name etched in stone. “No idea where it came from. She was in the hospital a few weeks. We all thought she had beaten it when she moved into transitional care. But then she took a turn and was just...gone.”

Heavy tears sprang to her eyes, too hard to hold back.

“I knew I’d probably outlive Jack.” Her voice faltered. “He was overweight and ate all the wrong things. But my children… I never thought I’d be burying them too. Certainly not both of them.”

Her body shook, her old legs barely able to support her convulsions. Phantom stepped closer and held his arm out to her. She took it without thinking and leaned on him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to leave you so soon.”

Maddie wiped away her tears with her fingers. “Are you really still trying to convince me you’re my son?”

“You still don’t believe me?”

Maddie sighed deeply and did not look at him as she continued holding his arm. “No.”

Phantom’s shoulders lowered, his head fell.

“But I think I might like to pretend you’re my son. Just for now. If you don’t mind.”

Phantom raised his head. She did not return his gaze.

“I don’t mind.”

She tugged on his arm in the direction of a nearby bench. He led the way, escorting her, supporting her.

They sat together for some time. Maddie kept her hold on his arm. And when she grew tired, she lay her head on his shoulder.

And when he lay his head against hers, she allowed it.

The moments were long and quiet. Cold breezes rustled the few leaves left in the trees.

“I’ve missed you, Mom,” murmured Phantom.

Maddie sat up and studied his face. His eyes shone with tears.

She let go of his arm and stood. She walked away from him and never looked back.

And then a fourth grave appeared next to the others.

Danny read the names on each headstone. His sister, his father, his mother.

Finally together again.

He stood in front of his own grave and considered phasing through the ground into his casket to lie with his bones.

[breynekai-tfc]

This week, I’m reading…

Fiction - 🐌

Nonfiction - ◦ The Great Influenza: The Story of the Deadliest Pandemic in History by John M. Barry (audiobook) ◦  Culturally Responsive Teaching and the Brain:  Promoting Authentic Engagement and Rigor Among Culturally and Linguistically Diverse Students by Zaretta Lynn Hammond ◦  How People Learn II:  Learners, Contexts, and Cultures (2018) ◦  Ella Baker and the Black Freedom Movement:  A Radical Democratic Vision by Barbara Ransby

Fanfiction - Local Barista Danny Fenton by ectolemonades (Danny Phantom)

THIS answered prompt by five-rivers (Danny Phantom)

Mr. Lancer: Reflection by floralflowerpower (Danny Phantom)

Grave Error I and II by imekitty (Danny Phantom)

Comics - 🐞

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[hemopathological]

*without a girlfriend or tsuyu present

[astronomical-light]

[mythologyvincent]

Hello Mr.Nightmare vin how are you doing on this fine day?

There was a faint crack as the naga turned his head around to face the new snack 'visitor'.

I̴̻͋ ̶̡̾t̶̩̎h̵͍̚i̶͈̚n̸̰̽k̶̲̇ ̸̤́I̷̠̓ ̵̩̽w̷̗̋ị̸̚l̷̪͑ḽ̷͋ ̷̩̓b̶̳͆e̶̥̾ ̵̯͒e̸͎͐ǎ̷̖t̵̛͜i̷̥̾n̵̯̚g̸̣̽ ̷̥̽w̸͈̐e̶̐ͅl̶̜͐l̶̩͛ ̷̥̕t̷͈̓ọ̵̀d̸̨͝ä̵͓́ȳ̸̰ ̸̨͂í̵̫f̶̤̓ ̵͇͝m̷̜̉ö̴̥r̷̫͝e̷͇̊ ̶̖͑ö̶̻́f̴͕̓ ̸͖̊y̴̡͠õ̷͙u̷̬͠ ̷̺̈́ḷ̸̊ĭ̵̜ţ̶͛t̷͇̃l̸͎̈́ê̶͜ ̸̭̄i̷̞͝n̷͍͠s̸̯̈́e̴͈͝ć̴̙ṭ̴͝ș̷̓ ̸̢̓k̴̭͋ë̷̥́e̶̹͗p̵͔̈́ ̶͇͋c̷̝͘o̶̠͝m̷̪͋i̵̼̅n̶̥̏g̷̢̒ ̵̖̚r̷̦̔i̵̗̚g̷͓͒h̷̤̽ẗ̴̞́ ̵̣̋ű̷͈p̴̗͠ ̴̬̃t̷̜̀ó̶̯ ̶̡́m̸̰͐ẹ̷̈́~̴̘̓

[mythologyvincent]

You my good snakeish sir are breathtaking. But allow a harmless hybrid to pass?

I̸̛͉ ̶̬̑t̵͇̾h̵̺̓i̷̲̒ṇ̵̋k̷̅ͅ ̶̲̈́n̸̞̂ȏ̷̡ṭ̸̾.̴̖̃.̴̗̚.̸̖͋ ̷͓͛ ̸̪͝Y̷̢̽ǒ̷̡u̵͎̍r̴͚̓ ̷̩̉f̵͈͘l̸̦̎a̶͒͜ẗ̴̹́t̸͔̕ẽ̵͜r̵͙͆ỳ̷̪ ̷̌͜ỉ̵̘s̸͇̒ ̴̝̿á̶͚ḓ̷̊m̷̛͍i̴̱̕r̴͓̀ā̷̢b̵̪̑l̴̲̿e̷̞͌,̴͍̚ ̷̦̇b̷͖̓u̷̘͝t̶̩͘ ̴̋͜y̸̛̳o̴͓̾u̶͗͜ ̸͆ͅẁ̵̪ỏ̴͜ň̷̞'̶̦̔ṱ̴͗ ̵̱̍b̷͙̍ĕ̴̙ ̴̖̿ḽ̷̋ĕ̴̱a̵͓̎v̸̯̐i̷͕̾n̵̲̏ģ̵͗ ̵̫̉t̸̹̆h̶̙̚i̵̞͒s̴̭̑ ̷̹͘f̶̤̆ọ̴́r̷̥̀é̷̗s̵̱̈t̵͎́.̷̟̔

[pulsociudadanonoticias]

"Gravísimo error" en parar la producción de cerveza: Profeco

“Gravísimo error” en parar la producción de cerveza: Profeco

El titular de la Procuraduría Federal del Consumidor (Profeco), Ricardo Sheffield, calificó de “gravísimo error” del gobierno federal cerrar las plantas cerveceras debido a la emergencia sanitaria por COVID-19 y señaló que el aumento de precios en esta bebida se debe a que la cerveza que se vende es importada, toda vez que la que había en México “nos la bebimos toda” en un mes.

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