#ghost queen

[stiggydan]

Happy Halloween!

[gh0stcarnival]

who wants to carry me around in their pocket & feed me fresh berries or pills or something?

[se7envale]

STARFLEET RECORDS

USS MARY CELESTE NCC-10684 (PERSONNEL)

Rank: Captain

Name: Alenis Meru

Age: 39

Race: BAJORAN

Starfleet Academy Class of 2384

With Honors

Nova Squadron

Valedictorian

PREVIOUS ASSIGNMENTS:

USS ENTERPRISE : NCC 1701-E

RANKS

Ensign, Lieutenant Jr Grd, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Cmdr

USS ENTERPRISE : NCC 1701-F

RANKS

Lieutenant Cmdr

EARTH STATION SPACEDOCK

RANKS

Commander

USS MARY CELESTE

After the loss of the Enterprise Meru was posted to the redesign team of the remaining Odyssey Class ships. During the redesign she was requested to serve on the USS MARY CELESTE as first officer under Captain Ezri Dax and would succeed her and still holds the position as Captain of the MARY CELESTE (the last active of the Odyssey Class ships)

RANKS

Commander (first officer), Captain

BIO:

Born on Bajor in post Cardassian Occupation Era and just prior to the Dominion War, Meru the daughter of Alenis Ruwan (father) and Kira Nerys (Mother) both Bajoran Military Leaders who served in the Dominion War. Meru was highly educated and versed in military tactics used by the Bajoran Militia.

Upon her graduation she was requested by Capt Jean Luc Picard with the distinction of being the last to be posted by Capt Picard. She continued on the Enterprise E under Captain Worf and then the Enterprise F under Captain Shon and helped in salvaging the Enterprise F during the Monfette Gambit which resulted in the decommissioning of the ship.

Happy Star Trek Day!!! 🖖🏻

[ampersketch-art]

Glow in the dark Queen.

[i-think-in-metaphors]

Pearla is one of @pennerjones’s ghost ocs and I love her so much she’s so pretty!

[desiderii-fic]

WIP Challenge

Post the latest line from your WIP (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Hello! I was tagged by @heavymetalchemist! I waffled a bit on where to post this, but I figured my fic tumblr was...better?

I have. Several WIPs that I am working on very, very slowly. So this has been an excuse for me to update some of the older ones to newer versions of Scriv. XD XD I also have a handful more waiting in the wings, variously, but these are the ones I add bits to off and on.

So!

untitled Monster City Jamjar fic closest to being completed:

From TIM: 🙃🙃🙃 From TIM: this should be fun

Fire Safety (it's still...still being rewritten, but this is the last line of the currently-being-rewritten chapter...):

The hatchling in Tony’s lap cheeped at her, and the emergency lights came on to bathe the room in dull red.

Planetfall (Tentative notions to finish this for the 2024 WIP Big Bang):

“Pendragon. The Captain and Queen of the Camelot is evacuating your father tomorrow.”

Ghost Queen (Calamity Wen Qing):

With Wei Wuxian nowhere to be found despite his offer of being her hands, all Wen Qing could do was zip around in a circle and head for her stocked medicines.

Fuck The Afterlife (Morgana/Wen Qing self indulgent f/f):

“Well,” Morgana said at last. “This city better have answers for us. We’re wasting time we might not even have.”

All bits and pieces midway through. XD However. Looking at the number of words in all the lines and the fact that I only recently started following people on tumblr again in earnest I am, uh. Gonna say that if you see this, I am tagging you! Yes, you! Please tell me about your WIP!

Also let me know if you want me to ramble about any of these projects. I'm enjoying all of them, even though they're all at VERY different stages.

[aterfish]

i love ways the word 'halfa' can be interpreted

[toxooz]

also been thinking abt pooki with his cunty scarf💅

if my next drawing post isnt the comic update take me out back and shoot me like a sick dog

[stiggydan]

Queen Odell (Ghost Queen)

[gh0stcarnival]

fuck it. since i have apparently angered the tumblr gods & my main is still on fucking timeout, i am just going to flirt-it-up on this account. enjoy a dommey, gum-smacking, double-d gif set 👻😏

[se7envale]

@burythecarnival is so dreamy!!!

[ampersketch-art]

I finally decided to sit down and listen to Chappell Roan last night and I made this realization.

[callmeurrbunny]

[ehlihr]

stills from my latest animatic for OFF.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic Idea: New Money

The ghost zone doesn't have a formal form of currency. Depending on which part of the zone one is in, a trade could be made, or a Deal can be struck, but coins can rarely, if ever, be exchanged.

Every subculture that forms in the zone can eventually develop its own currency, but it will only have value within its territory. An example would be the credit crystals that the Far Frozen have developed, with a corresponding amount of funds floating inside their iced rocks. Still, if a Yeti were to travel even a foot outside their snowy mountains, the stones would become an interesting clothing choice and nothing else.

Ghosts value emotions more than any amount of gold or coin. Oftentimes, the most powerful of ecto beings would battle it out if a child's favorite teddy bear somehow found its way into the zone, though the thin cracks between worlds or an entire army of ghost mercenaries could be bought with a single pair of favorited socks.

It may not seem as much to the living, but to ghosts who could see the attachment embedded into the item, it meant everything. Some emotions could even be eaten off of the items if they were fresh enough, and while it did give a power boost, most of the time, the emotions were positive.

If a negative emotion was eaten, Ghosts could quickly become addicted to it, and when cut off from the negative emotion, they could soon fall apart in seconds.

Spectra was a famous example used in the zone as a precautionary tale for all new ghosts. Her beauty and power were only a facade to her desperation for angst emotions, and she flouted about the Zone, always on the hunt for her next fix.

It was pretty sad to see.

A few ghosts did their best to limit additions, such as Walker, who established himself a section of the zone using his great sense of justice that he had died with. He found human contraband that came into the zone unnaturally, sealing them away in his haunt.

These items usually had lickings of anxiety, desperation, or even fear attached to them and could quickly turn any ghost into a violent sort.

Walker's mission since his creation was to limit this exposal. He even arrested various ghosts that went to the human world through unnatural means, a majority coming back contaminated with human emotions and becoming a danger to fellow ghosts.

Most of these ghosts had items on them that were deemed worthless once all emotion was sucked out. Walker usually had his men take them to the Dump.

The Dump in the Ghost Zone was an extensive collection of worthless items gathered at the far right. It was known as a neutral section of the Zone, as every civilization and haunt often traveled there to eliminate clutter. Everything unwanted usually finds its way to the Dump.

Danny, after having a trial with Walker and coming to the understanding that he was not, in fact, attempting to make his fellow Ghosts addicted to anger- cause apparently a majority of Walker's prisoners were in there because of their exposal to Danny!- he was directed to the Dump to rid of his worthless ripped bag.

Danny had flown there expecting mountains and mountains of garbage. What he found instead were islands made entirely of gold. He flouted over the piles and piles of jewels, gold coins, random bills, and valuable items, gaping at the long collection that went further than his eye could see.

"What is all of this?" He gasps just as Box Ghost floats by carrying a jewelry box. He flips it open and shakes out a necklace with a diamond as large as Danny's palm onto the pile of jewelry. He gives Danny a friendly wave when they make eye contact.

He proudly flouts over to Danny, taking the neutral status of the Dump to heart. No fighting was allowed in this territory, much like Truce Day; all ghosts abided by this rule.

"The Box Ghost was lucky to be near a natural portal leading to the Human world's sea. This small rectangular object was once beloved by a grandmother, and now it is all mine!" He cheers, holding the jewelry box, practically half rotted and dripping wet over his head. A faint, gentle green glow surrounded it.

Danny blinks, pointing down at the necklace. "What about that? Aren't you going to keep it?"

"The Box Ghost has no need for useless stones!" The floating man even sticks his tongue to the necklace that could pay for Danny's college education (If it were real).

Only half joking, Danny asks, "Can I have it then?"

Box Ghost blinks, then gestures to the mountains and mountains of wealth. "If the Ghost Child wishes for a garage, he can take whatever he likes. No one will mind. Though, why would you waste time on soulless items? Box Ghost can not be sure!"

Box Ghost flies away laughing as if Danny was the one to mock for wanting a diamond necklace. He watches the ghost go before turning back to the mountains and mountains of shimmering gold.

Deciding to fly through the Dump to see what else he can find, Danny begins exploring- but not before taking the necklace- and later comes upon an island dedicated to various human clothing that looked like it came from hundreds of eras. He finds himself dressing up like a Lord of Old for fun when he happens upon leather bags.

Seeing as no one was there to stop him, Danny filled up each bag with chains and jewels, flying home in his new get up. He figured he could use some of the funds even if the gold was fake.

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Oliver Queen is new money. His wealth came from only three generations ago, and while that is rather impressive, it held no candle to families like the Waynes.

The Waynes were old money, and their galas showed it. Every time old Brucie called him to celebrate, Oliver went along only to keep his company board happy.

They couldn't afford to offend one of their most prominent investors even if there were no thoughts behind Bruce Wayne's eyes. Oliver would have enjoyed himself more at these parties- if there was one thing Bruce Wayne knew how to do: throw a fantastic party- but sadly, he had to deal with the other old-money people who attended Bruce's parties.

The passive aggression reminders that he would never been on their level, the choking humiliation, the constant looking down on him. Well, it got exhausting. Especially since Oliver spent so much of his free time fighting for justice and trying to make the world a better place. These people talked and acted like they were above it all.

Like nothing could touch them, even when a majority of them were the cause for so much darkness, Oliver faced as Green Arrow.

He needed a stronger drink.

"Rather self-important for new money, isn't he?" A woman whispers loudly, mocking in every inch of her tone. Oliver's eyebrow twitches as he drowns his glass. He turns towards the voice, somewhat ready to cause a scene so he can go home, but it is a surprise to find that the gossiping woman isn't facing him

Rather, they are turned towards a young man, likely late teens, who is currently piling his plate high with sweets. The boy glances in the woman's direction before snorting unattractively and adding more to his plate.

Oliver is mildly impressed that he could make the woman flush with rage without saying anything. He had never seen the kid before, but he almost looked like a new Wayne with his dark hair and sparkling blue eyes.

He finds his feet walking towards the teenager before he can think about it. Something interesting may be at this gala after all.

"Hey, you seemed to really like fudge. Have you tried the raspberry ones? It's the best." He starts gesturing to a familiar chef's name in front of a chocolate tray. He had a sample of their work only a week ago when Batman brought some to the Watch Tower.

It was absolutely heaven.

The teen considered the pink color fudge before he took three cudes. With his bare hands. Well. New money, indeed.

"Thanks!" The boy chirps after stuffing one in his mouth and savoring the flavor.

"You're welcome. My son, Roy, really likes it too." He smiles as the boy glances towards where his adoptive son is currently chatting with Jason Todd. Those two find themselves attached to the hip whenever there is a gala. Maybe Roy will bring him home for the holidays soon. "I'm Oliver Queen, owner of Queen Industries."

"Danny Fenton," The boy responds slightly hesitantly. "Do all rich people do that? Add what makes them rich to their inductions?"

Oliver snorts, "Only the real tacky ones."

"Okay, Mr. Owner of Queen Industries."

Oh Oliver like this kid. He grins, ignoring the jab. "And what about you? What made you rich enough to be here to tonight."

The kid's eyes gain a certain glint of humor as he shrugs. "One man's trash is another man's treasure."

Oliver moves to ask what he means, but Brucie shows up then, and he can't find a way out of the conversation. He's buttering up to the big idiot, knowing he lost sight of the strange boy.

Afterward, Oliver looks into Danny Fenton, only to find that the boy somehow appears out of nowhere with billions of dollars but no known source of where he got them. It also seems Batman was already on the case, assuming the boy was counterfeiting somehow, but Oliver didn't get that sense from the kid.

Something wasn't adding up about the boy, but he didn't think it was illegal. He just had to convince the big bad bat of that. If only it could be as easy as convincing Bruce Wayne to spend millions of dollars.

[cardo-de-comer]

ah classic. I love doodling off, what can I say