#ghostlings

[haloberry]

Imagine how beautiful it’ll be when q!Bad gets back and he’s also Different.

That the Tubblings are practically giving the Ghosties a preview on what could happen.

Spouse.. imagine your cubito comes back different different like ours and they become best friends?

That our cubito that has been factory reseted is in kahoots with your cubito that comes back fuck up?

Imagine

[inkbloto]

INKSONA & GHOSTLINGS MASTER-POST

INK / INKSONA - The main mascot around here! They are usually drawing away in the deepest shadows or taking a nice nap.

Blot- BIG ghost with the tongue all out, hogging the spotlight…

Blotch - Sassy ghost on the top striking an epic pose. Always causing trouble some how.

Bloop - THE BABY

[popcornaddict500]

screw it I'm talking abt my original species

Ghostlings!

Ghostlings are companions to the dead!

They appear whenever someone leaves a gift at a dead person's grave. Ghostlings are the physical proof that someone cared. Normally, Ghostlings only live in the realm of the dead... But something strange happened and now they're everywhere.

Ghostlings are a semi-open species! Anyone can make a common ghostling (as described in the first image) but in order to make uncommon (and higher) ghostlings, you have to join the server.

Come check us out! We'd love to have you, and see your unique creations!

(This server is for all ages- be civil.)

💝💝💝

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 257

Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes. 

Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting. 

But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger- 

Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool. 

Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start! 

He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs? 

But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that. 

Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter? 

Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun! 

And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag! 

Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still. 

There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass. 

That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned. 

Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that. 

And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-

oh. 

Oh. 

That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child. 

Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-

[ive-been-timebombed]

Part one

Danny is the daddy! And king- same thing.

Summoning rituals are the absolute worst. It happens too often and always ends up with one too many bruises.

Red Hood shifted on his knees and pulled at the rope that held his arms behind his back. He looked to Nightwing who was to the right of him in a similar situation only with more rope and tighter knots, he kept escaping so the cultists improvised. Red Hood looked back to the main excitement in the room and rolled his eyes at the idiotic scene.

A big circle of intricate lines and displays of many items. There were five displays, which Jason can only assume were offerings, one had a bag of food that looked similar to batburger. The second had what looked like a child’s school project on the solar system. The third held a map and a.. baby’s doll.? Jesus, what is this idiot summoning? The fourth was of a bright green liquid... Lazarus Pits? It was brighter than the actual pits and looked cleaner. Not to mention the bubbling was also missing from the vile of the pits. The last was a plant and a bag of sand... Jason gave up on trying to understand whatever the hell the fugly dude was trying to summon.

Speaking of.. the man that was scurrying around the circle looking at it making sure everything was good. He looked insane, with almost bright blue skin, black hair, and cultist-type robes. Not to mention the slight transparency of the man. Jason decided his name was gonna be Wickham.

“Oh finally! I’ll get to summon my king to this blasted world” Wickham stepped back from his summoning circle with a wicked grin, “If only my king didn’t have such strange needs to be summoned..” Wickham looked over to the vigilantes and moved in front of them his hands folding behind his back

“I guess you guys don’t know what I’m summoning do y’all?” Oh great.. he’s about to go on a rant.. “Don’t worry! You’ll find out soon!” Wickham turned to his circle again and stood in front of it. He got down to his knees bowing his head and bringing his hands together. He started to speak, a language Jason had never heard, and by the sounds of it neither had Dick.

The circle started to glow the Lazarus green. Jason felt like he couldn’t breathe. The weight of the ritual was suffocating, and despite feeling like he could grasp Wickham's words, they remained nonsensical.

Strangely enough, Jason couldn’t understand what he was feeling. It felt like longing for something that he never had.. like a warm hug from his father, Willis. He could feel excitement and yearning for the green to overcome the room and cover him in the comfort of.. the distant memory of singing and the cold of a rooftop.

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Despite what many had assumed of Danny, he quite enjoyed the summonings. They weren’t too often and gave him an excuse to leave his boring meetings. When he felt the pull of a summons he grinned and waved to the idiot ghosts that were arguing in front of him and disappeared.

He opened his eyes seeing the usual scene of his summonings.. ignoring the strangely dressed mortals that were tied up near the wall.

“King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of space and the unknown, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Honored of the Far Frozen, Knight of-“ The summoner listed off. Danny sighed he should really get rid of most of the titles..

“Blah- Blah- Blah. What do you want, Mortal..”Danny asked looking down at the summoner and hesitated at the end seeing the slight transparency of him..

The summoner stopped speaking and bowed further to the ground, “My King! I ask that you cleanse this cursed world and take it for your own! With me as your trust-“ Danny once again interrupted

“I’m good, already own this dimension. It’s only one of the infinite-“ Danny groaned before he froze.. this dimension.. it was his home dimension. The very same he was born in and dead. The same he protected with his undead life when ghosts invaded his town.. The same he left his child in to live in..

“My liege?” The summoner spoke up hesitantly glancing up at the halfa.

Danny didn’t bother to acknowledge the mortal. He was to distracted by the small very similar essence to his own only a few steps away. He looked to the tied up mortals and stared at the one that had a red helmet. The red helmet stared back his core begging for help and the support of its paternal core essence.

When Danny was first introduced to the idea of being king he was put in lessons by the many leaders around the realms. First was with Frostbite, the Leader of the Far Frozen, who taught him the biology and science behind ghost. Embarrassingly, he also had to sit through the sex talk once again. But from what he was taught when a ghost has a child or Ling short for Ghostling. That Ling would be connected to its parents or parent for ectoplasm as it would be to young to absorb ectoplasm on its own. The steady stream of ectoplasm would be used to power the young ghostlings core and nurture it to start absorbing ectoplasm on its own. The connection also helped the parent when they needed the location of their ling or just wanted to check up on them. The connection was like a cellphone that only connected to the child to the parent. It told them the location, needs, even if the Ling needed extra ectoplasm. It could be used for a call to come or even a scream for help.

When Danny was younger he had a kid.. the baby was an accident that he didn’t know about till it was left on his doorstep with a letter saying it was his. He called the kid his Baby JayJay short for Jason. He couldn’t feel a core inside the child so he assumed that Jay didn’t inherit his ghostly habits. So he didn’t form the connection between their cores, he didn’t want to hurt the still living soul of his baby by feeding it unneeded ectoplasm. Danny couldn’t stay in his dimension however.. due to the active laws against his kind. And he didn’t want to drag his child into something he didn’t need to be apart of. So he forced down his core wants and said goodbye to his baby JayJay. Then left for the infinite realms to be crowned and ever wondering what happened to his baby.

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Jason couldn’t describe the feeling when he saw the being Wickham had summon finally appear.

It was a human body despite the many not human things. Their hair was a snow white and their eyes glowed a bright green. The clothes they wore had similarities of kings clothing it was a black with gold accents and a star covered cape. The cape floated like it went beyond gravity which Jason assume it did. The man had sharp canines and pointed ears. His hair floated similar to his cape, defying gravity. The feet of the being faded to invisible as it reached the floor. The glowing green flickering off to blue crown on the beings head drooped back a the being landed on the ground.

“King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of space and the unknown, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Honored of the Far Frozen, Knight of-“ Wickham started before being interrupted by the being.. King Phantom?

“Blah- Blah- Blah. What do you want, Mortal..” The kings voice was echoey and smooth, Jason swore he heard the voice before.

“My King! I ask that you cleanse this cursed world and take it for your own! With me as your trust-“ Do Wickham was a stereotypical cultist. Only wanting one thing that will likely never gain. The being interrupted him again.

“I’m good, already own this dimension. It’s only one of the infinite-“ The king rolled their eyes before they froze their voice stopping with them. They were looking off into the distance so Jason could only guess the being realized something.

Wickhams voice felt muffled when Jason heard him as the being looked straight at him and Jason stared back.

[maidarlingdesigns]

It's ok to be a little sour at times, just like this little Lemon Ghostling. 🍋

[lunar-jewels]

i fucking love my friends's OCs so much. yap to me about your OCs it's my favorite activity.

[epebe]

mascot-tober day 29

Reiyu GuiGui's Ghostling!

[lostkidbattan]

(WEAPON/KNIFE TW)

Uhm.. shoot.. uh-- OH SHIT IT'S ALREADY RUNNING-

ahem, Hello Rotomblr! This is Sots/Star, a humble Rotom requesting your help. I have a lost, uh, thing, in my hands. My uh. My wings, actually. They've been here for a year and have avoided all types of social media as long as they could but now's the time, so, hello! The, uh, thing, in question, is Battan, a very young, "vessel", they say. They have shown behavior like a bug-type pokémon but are actually the farthest thing from that? Hold on- I'll get you guys a picture.

That's them, right there! They were laying in the grass here. They REFUSE to EVER go ANYWHERE without that uh, knife, thingy. They call it a nail though, but.. c'mon. Side note when they appeared they also somehow brought a whole Xurkitree with them? We named it Spark. Actually-

After like, two months, I decided to get them a trainer ID- Except, they thought it was a Zorua-Phantump crossbreed posing as a human trying to get an ID so they denied us. So we drew our own and literally nobody has questioned.

Our friends include, of course:

Spark, the Xurkitree (I don't know)

Vespa, the Ribombee (female)

and Ghostling, the Shedinja (genderless)

plus ME! (I forgot)

Battan can type, but again, they were just- too shy- hold on.

(...)

..frhrggh, hi i am battan

Apparently they didn't quite speak, uh, any coherent language? They did try to write in their own in the card, but we figured it out.

Hopefully we find them a way back with all you guy's help.

\and i said: I WILL NOT HAVE ANOTHER ROTOMBLR BLOG>

\i had another. i made a faller hollow knight oc>

\anyways hello! ooc section. as you all know this is BOB, gloriously cringe as usual. this is one of my older oc's, one who's mute (cause hk) and prefers to speak in sign language or writing, so they usually either write very simple or they need star's help>

\ily all, gonna reblog like three ask games to get this started with star just wanting to have fun>

[gatutor]

John Megna-Alice Ghostle "Matar a un ruiseñor" (To kill a mockingbird) 1962, de Robert Mulligan.

[ghostling]

psa about my gifs

most of my gif packs and whatnot have a ‘don’t edit/repost’ but honestly i don’t care anymore lmao. edit them! post them! be happy! just don’t be an asshole and don’t claim they’re 100% yours. 

[birdstooth]

🥺

ghost with a dollar

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 225

Klarion is EXCITED. He's absolutely DELIGHTED even, unable to sit still as he flits from place to place. His baby cousin! Is! Visiting! Which OBVIOUSLY means he, as the older one, must make sure the main places are still standing so he can show his itty bitty baby cousin EVERYTHING! After all, he's never gotten to be the older one! He's always been the youngest in the family! But now he has an itty bitty toddler cousin- form recently shifted to match- to teach the ways of Chaos to! He's so EXCITED!

The League and heroes on the other hand, are Very concerned about Why the Witch Boy has been spotted in practically every major city in the US in the last few days. What is he planning?!

[ive-been-timebombed]

PART TWO

Jason’s tired. Dicks drugged. Danny talking bout hotdogs. Everyone’s confused

What in the floppy flippy fish sticks. Or was it Flippy Floppy fish sticks? I don’t know been to long since me and Wally got together and cursed at each other. Curse is a strong word.. it was more like tell each other the stupidest things that come to mind instead of cussing.

Back on track Jason was staring at the sparkly king dude. And sparkly king dude is staring back. Oh Batman I’m getting a cramp. Really hope Little Wing thinks of something. Im all out of ideas that aren’t dislocate my bones. And blue boy already thought of that and tied me up a bit more special.

Man. I hate bondage. My Dick hurts! And I’m Dick! So everything hurts!

_________________

Holy ancients, that’s my child. That’s baby JayJay. And he has a core. A dying core. I did that. I left him to stave..

“My king? Is something wrong?” Okay I’m grateful to you for bringing me here but shut up space man. Danny looked down to the summoner and with a flick of his wrist the man tumbled to the ground like a bag of bricks.

Danny floated up and flew to the edge of the summoning circle looking down to see what shields the summoner had put.. only there weren’t any and Danny concludes that they were a complete baboon.

Danny walked out the circle and to his child. His ectoplasm was rancid, old and stale. From his core trying to absorb ectoplasm without the ability to clean it.

Danny bent down in front of Jay, “Hello, Ghostling” Danny said in fake confidence.

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Jason was not panicking he would like to point that out. He was merely trying not to yell. Or scramble back away from the being. Who was just crouching down in front of him. The being put its hand on his shoulder. It was cold yet warm at the same time. Like how one would feel after getting out a cold refreshing pool into the warm air.

“Hello, Ghostling” The being spoke to him, it was comforting and softer then how he spoke to Wickham.

..

Ghostling? The fuck was a Ghostling? Why did he have to be a ling? He’d much rather be just a ghost. Not ghostLING. That makes him sound like a child. Which he was a few years older than that.

Then Jason’s body felt cold and lightless then the ropes on his arms were off and his arms are free. Jason immediately scrambled back bragging his older brother in the process not taking his eyes of the floating man as he untied the vigilante.

“Ow- cramp,” Dickhead groaned as rolled to the floor holding onto his foot. With his now free hands. “I hate being tied up, Little Wing- holy smokes you’re not human.” Dick had fixed his mask as it was slipped down from sweat earlier blinding him. His eyes focused on the being that had floated back looking between the two vigilantes.

“No I am not, mostly at least.” The being shrugged looking at the two with a sly smile like he knew something the other two did not.

“Mostly.?” Dick repeated in a mumble sitting up

“What the fuck are you? Why do you quiet the pits?” Jason spoke as he stood up dragging Nightwing up with him.

“The pits? What are the pits.?” The being spoke with a tilt of its head.

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What are the pits? Should Danny comfort him? Oh it was so much easier when the kid barely had the ability to think. He missed the baby Jay. Now it’s big Jay. He certainly took after his grandpa. Guess it skips a generation..

“The pits? What are the pits.?” Danny asked his kid tilting his head in confusion. The pits.. pits? Armpits? No doubt it’s that. Mud pits? Danny gave up on trying to guess whatever a pit was. He was more concerned at the stale ectoplasm in his son. Could he even call him that anymore.?

“The Lazarus Pits! The bright green liquid that was used to summon you!” Jay grew angry? He doesn’t feel that angry.. his core is panicking? Does this Lazarus Pits force emotions? Or amplify it?

“You mean ectoplasm?” Danny asked glancing over at the other vigilante other than his son. He didn’t have a core, so he was still alive and mortal. He did however look atrociously high. Or drugged.

“What- you mean that shit from ghostbusters?” Jay seemed to relax? Maybe Danny’s clean ectoplasm is filtering into his system.

“If I had a hotdog for every time I heard that sentence. I’d have enough to start a war with the vegetables.” Danny floated up into a sitting position crossing his ankles.

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Man, I miss Wally. He’d pay attention to me.. but no. I’m here listening to sparkly king dude and my Little Wing talk about something I could barely make out. Hotdogs? I’m hungry.

“Hotdogs..? Ain’t the saying dollar? War- what are you talking about-“ Little Wing said from beside me. King sparkles was looking at me. King sparkles kinda reminds him of little Jay.

“I think your friend is drugged.. looks like a second away from passing out.” King sparkles gestured to me, then Jason looked at me.

I’m gonna throw up.. Is that bad?

[maidarlingdesigns]

When the spring arrives, little Floral Ghostlings get ready to emerge from the Ghostie World and this year they're looking more magical than ever! ✨

I'm having a little presale on Patreon to thank all my Patrons for their support. There will be a bunch of mini Ghostlings available in all the colors and yes, they all glow in the dark!

If you want to join the party, you're more than welcome. Join here! 💖

[acearcane]

I wouldn’t say I’m on Writeblr although I’ve been meaning to get into it for a while, especially now that I have a proper original idea. I’m a queer author with a cast of queer characters! ✌️

So yes, I will happily infodump about my WIP :3

LONG TEXT INCOMING…

It’s working title is “Ghostling”. Inspired by works such as the X-Men and The Darkest Minds, the story takes place in a distant future where the earth has been ravaged by humanity’s lack of care. The USA, now the United Republic of America, rules over a collection of isolated settlements where the last of humanity is gathered away from the supposed danger. The settlements, usually built around former cities, are protected by massive domes to keep out the elements. However, it seems the danger has arrived right in the heart of the settlements.

Nicknamed “the Circe Effect”, this phenomenon was first recorded when a young child blew up their family’s apartment with nothing but their bare hands. This incident was followed by another, and another, until the government is observing hundreds of these events around the country. It looks as though pockets of humanity are evolving, possibly in response to the hostile world outside the settlements.

Either way, they’re considered dangerous. The moment an afflicted individual, or a “Circian”, is observed, they’re rounded up by the government and sent off to research camps to be studied, and in order to keep themselves and the rest of humanity safe.

Stella Cho lives with her family in the Charlotte settlement, of what was once North Carolina. Like most of the public, Stella is unaware of the Circe Effect, as well as the supposed danger it imposes. That is, until one day, after being picked up by her brother Simon after work, Stella’s world flips itself on its head. A storm raging outside the Charlotte dome momentarily knocks out the power to the settlement. A driver runs what would’ve been a red light, t-boning Stella and Simon’s car. The Cho siblings die instantly.

Until three days later, when Stella wakes up in an unfamiliar room.

Turns out the Circe Effect wasn’t a myth, as Stella had been taught. Turns out she’s immortal… or something. Not to mention she keeps seeing her brother, a brother that, according to everyone else, is dead.

Now Stella has been dragged unwittingly into a program that’s the first of its kind: a school for those inflicted with the Circe Effect, a school that aims to protect and teach them, rather than study them like lab rats. Stella’s apart of the inaugural class of the Kire Institute. And she isn’t the only one; she’s joined by fifteen others, each of them gifted with incredible abilities. And if Maeve Kire, the founder of the institute, is to be believed, they really might change the world.

Stella doesn’t quite believe her. Something is boiling beneath the surface of the nation, a terrible unrest that could destroy life at it is known.

And the Circe Effect is the trigger.

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!