#hyper the ghost

[tatters-the-bat]

I don't remember if I've posted this so I'm gonna do so again and use it as an excuse to loredump :3

This is the main cast of one of my OUs, Ectopolis, the city of ghosts!

Ectopolis is in Earth's atmosphere, but is only visible and tangible to ghosts. "Newlydead" souls flock to the city due to the presence of The Pool, a large, mysterious collection of colorful ectoplasm that souls use to shape their new ghost forms! It's also where they go to if their ghost form is ever destroyed. There are other settlements and stuff like floating islands all across the atmosphere, but Ectopolis is the biggest, mostly because of the Pool being such a central thing to the ghost world.

Sometimes, on the surface of the Pool, powerful splotches of high-energy plasm form, known as Hyperplasm. Very few ghosts have ever formed from these, and the few that did have no memory of their previous life. One of the most prominent is the namesake, Hyper, who is the mayor of the city now!

He and his crew here basically just work to ensure that new ghosts learn how things work and that nothing threatens the spectral plane - sometimes, rogue souls will corrupt and become monstrous Specters roaming the atmosphere, so part of the group's job is to make sure those specters are dealt with so they don't hurt anyone.

Character info below cut!!

As mentioned, Hyper is the mayor and does mayor stuff; in fact, he's constantly swamped with paperwork. As a hyperplasmic ghost, he's capable of plasma shock abilities, but this is rarely seen due to him usually being too busy to be directly involved in combat.

Zest is the security guard of the Pool, usually the first person people meet when they form. He makes sure well enough that people make it to the front desk and get acclimated to their afterlife. Buuut he's also a huge flirt and slacks off near constantly.

Charles is a strong, silent janitor who in life was a successful party-bro bodybuilder. He doesn't talk much, but he never backs down from a challenge - which is what got him killed, when at a party he decided to chug a dubious shake made from everything in the fridge. He's Zest's boyfriend also! :3

Rayne is the front desk clerk of the main building where the Pool is, so she makes sure new ghosts get registered into the system and know where they should go to do whatever it is they want to do. She's bitter and sarcastic, but she opens up if you get to know her. She and Zest lovingly despise each other.

Dillon is a nervous wreck of a ghost that works the cafeteria, having died from a heart attack after receiving a letter from a famous chef that wanted to meet with him, which he has not lived down. Ghosts don't need to eat, but Dillon has succeeded in making incredible flavor profiles that bring in people all the time anyway. If only he wasn't so shy and anxiety-filled.

Emile was a veterinarian in life, specializing in reptiles. They died to a snake bite, and has gotten some reptilian traits to it in its afterlife. It's affectionately called "Dr. Snake-Eyes," "Dr. Chameleon," "Dr. Lizard-brain," etc by Zest - he hates all of those nicknames. They're a very capable ghost doctor, being a major reason that more people don't have to reform at the Pool, so it doesn't like being 'othered' by its attributes.

[hypewinter]

So the Ghost Zone counts as its own domain right? Then I propose foreign exchange student Danny Fenton.

He's very quiet and very smart but more importantly, he's pretty dodgy about his country or origin. He's never given a straight answer about where he comes from. Only saying things like "oh we're big on combat sports" or "technically we're a monarchy but there hasn't been a king since the last one was locked away for being a tyrant". It's to the point where students have made a running bet to see who can figure out Danny's country of origin first. And Tim plans to win that bet.

[ghost-bxrd]

Let’s amp up the “Jason says ow and the batfam thinks he must be gravely injured” headcanon.

Jason calls Bruce or Dick for fun and says nothing but “goodbye” before hanging up (maybe it’s a dare by Roy who TOTALLY suspects the reaction Jay is gonna get).

Ten minutes late the entire Justice League is scouring Gotham, on the hunt for Jason.

[saltcosmos]

im just a big fan of silly, nonverbal, genderless, sometimes homicidal, feral little protagonists

[linterteatime]

Some hyper light drifter and utdr doodles...and also the other little guys that snuck in

[sketchywasteland]

remember how i said i would start artfight refs? very funny!

i finished this instead. some of the art here is old, some is brand new. i just wanted to celebrate some of my favorite indie games :]

[ghostslazy]

OFF risograph in 2024 who wouldda thunk

[baconmoop]

It’s so late I can’t stop giggling I’m sorry

[xlcovo]

[pinkanilop]

quick doodle of indie game fellas on my math notebook :p

doing homework at night rn wish me luck

[kaidatheghostdragon]

"You must be Ra's," Tucker stated, careful to keep on a poker face while he frantically assessed the situation - tied down to a chair, in what was probably the heart of this particular fruitloop's lair.

And there was a frankly disturbing number of similarities to the OG fruitloop: the way he stood, the style of his hair, the perpetual sneer.

The way he sent a shiver down Tucker's spine like Vlad used to be able to way back when he was still intimidating.

"Gotta say," Tucker continued, shoving his emotions down like only a human-born liminal that dealt with empathic rogues on the daily could ever manage, "not that impressed. For starters, your vibes are rancid, dude. Like, what do you do, bathe in corruption all day?"

That earned him a slap on the face, "You will speak when spoken to," Ra's ordered.

Tucker witheld a smirk. This guy seemed like the type to order subordinates around to do absolutely everything. The fact that he personally slapped Tucker with his own hand? It could only mean that Tucker was already under the guy's skin.

"Well, that just means I can keep talking since you just spoke to me," Tucker retorted, unafraid of another slap. Really, compared to the abuse he put himself through helping Danny, and the way his liminality skyrocketed in the last couple of years, it was barely even a love-tap. It didn't even sting.

Ra's raised a brow, giving the distinct impression that he was absolutely livid, though that may have been the liminal empathy cluing Tucker in. He'd never been great at reading emotions until that particular ability developed.

"Who do you work for?" Ra's began the interrogation.

Tucker returned with his best affronted glare, "Frankly, I'm offended that you don't believe I could do all this entirely on my own."

"Kill him," Ra's stated as he turned to leave, sounding so unimpressed that it almost seemed bored.

Out of the shadows, an arrow flew straight at Tucker, who slipped his restraints (thank you liminality for giving him limited ghost powers) and caught the arrow before it pierced his chest, "Yeah, no. Imma veto that."

Ra's turned back around, looking almost impressed.

It made Tucker feel way slimier than Vlad could ever hope to achieve. He repressed a shudder. After all, his job here was to keep Ra's distracted while the others invisibly raided the place, destroyed the pits, and planted explosives.

Tucker, being the technopath, would normally stay behind in the chair, but the League of Assassins was well defended against cyber attacks, forcing them to pivot somewhat in order to successfully infiltrate the place. He ended up creating a digital duplicate of himself (a literal duplicate, like Danny could do, but Tucker's duplicate could only ever exist inside of a computer, by all appearances a true AI) that the others could upload to the servers once they found them.

Beyond that, there wasn't much Tucker could do beyond providing a distraction. Sure, the LoA's technology was absolutely worth drooling over, but they didn't rely on it like most of the modern world did. There was no internet connection, electronic locks, or surveillance for Tucker to hack into and make his own. This place was all stone doors and medieval fortifications.

"Impressive," Ra's complimented after a moment of silent appraisal, "perhaps you are worthy of my attention after all."

Tucker scoffed, getting the clear impression that this guy fully expected the ground he walked on to be worshipped after admitting such small praise, "You're not the first megalomaniac I've had to deal with, and you won't be the last." (Team Phantom had an entire list of fruitloops to work through once their LoA financial backing was removed, after all) "I'll give you props for the sweet ninja cult you got going on, though. Gotta say, that's a first for me."

"Assassins," Ra's corrected.

"Same diff," Tucker retorted with a handwave, knowing full well that a guy like Ra's would be miffed by such a dismissal. He further feigned disinterest by examining the arrow he was still holding. Tucker had taken a few archery lessons when he was younger and picked it back up by training a bit under Princess Dora's royal guard. He was... decent, with a bow. He could reliably hit his target as long as he had a couple of seconds to aim - or used something laced in technology that allowed his technopathy to steady it.

The arrow was expertly crafted and perfectly balanced. His heightened liminal senses smelled a substance on the arrowhead - probably a paralytic, not that it would have kept Tucker down for very long, even if it had breached his heart, which would have been a quick death for any baseline human. He tossed it from hand to hand a few times, feeling the weight, the threw it like a dart into one of the nearest shadows. A soft thud echoed through the room when the arrowhead bonked the chestplate of the assassin standing there, then a clatter when it fell to the ground.

"If I had a bow, he'd be dead," Tucker needlessly commented, thumb pointing to the hidden guard. He was somewhat surprised the dude didn't catch the arrow like Tucker had. But then again, if the shadows were meant to fully conceal him, catching the arrow would have given him away from the arrow not making noise or falling to the ground.

"You knew he was there," Ra's stated more than asked.

"And the eleven others," Tucker easily replied, "A full dozen to guard the King of the Cult. Not that it'll make any difference. I've already won."

Tucker didn't have any misconcieved notion that his liminality would give him an edge over a dozen trained assassins. It doesn't really matter how good your senses are or how fast your reflexes when you have to dodge a dozen attacks simultaneously. But what he could do was turn intangible during those first few seconds of adrenaline-fueled panic, more than long enough for either of the Phantoms, neither of which were currently more than a few hundred yards distant, to reach him and drag him away from immediate danger.

So Tucker latched onto that confidence borne of complete trust in his team, and radiated it as much as he could, daring Ra's to call his bluff with nothing more than a knowing smirk.

[hypewinter]

The Titans set out to investigate a town rumored to be haunted. There they find a ghost boy tirelessly defending his town alone.

[zoanluen]

I love indie games.

[trans-yllz]

perhaps my hottest take yet but there's this very interesting phenomenon within fanworks, especially modern aus, where people make lan wangji like. The Crazy Smart Bookish Nerd, when in canon his Thing, his character archetype, isn't even that he's smart or clever. that's wei wuxians thing. HE'S the genius. and lan wangji obviously isn't an idiot, wangxians whole dynamic is that they're equally matched, but the narrative puts weight on wei wuxians intelligence where it does not with lan wangjis. lan wangjis thing Is being noble, and it Is valuing tradition, and it Is being talented, and, in the beginning, it Is following the rules. he's a good student as a child and an incredibly skilled cultivator, but the role his character plays in terms of trope is not one that focuses on his intellect, even when the story makes it clear that hes very smart. and the thing is that him being a rule follower in the cloud recesses arc Does make him a good student, and the story successfully communicates that he Is smart, but the focus is on him being a competent cultivator who is "good at school", the point is the way that working within the systems rules leads to success, Not that he's smart

but wei wuxians role in a strictly narrative context Does hinge on him being incredibly clever and intelligent, it's a key part of his character archetype, and there is a point being made about the fact that, even when he's a troublemaker in class and labeled as a bad student, he's very intelligent. it's one of the many things that frustrates but draws lan wangji to him in the first place. but somehow more often than not fanon depicts wei wuxian as a fumbling idiot. and I just think it's very interesting that rule following and "good behavior" gets associated with intelligence, where rebellion and disregard for social expectations is associated with being foolish or ignorant, when the narrative of the source material is communicating almost the opposite idea

[bitchycunt]

People be like "I really enjoy talking to you" then ghosts you the next day

[tart-miano]

TW: FLASHING LIGHTS!!

Yaaaaay i can finally post this! Happy (almost) Halloweeeeeeeeen