#orbit the ghost blob

[hugsandchaos]

Imagine a ghost hunter or just someone who believes all ghosts are evil ranting on live about how bad ghosts are, and there phone is suddenly snatched into the air and Phantom flies away with the camera and goes “Shut up and let me show you something important” and then he puts the phone down in an unknown location, leaves, and comes back with a group of ghost blobs. He kneels down in front of the phone and starts listing their names and habits. Examples:

“This is Casper, Casper thinks first aid kits are edible. He is wrong and I keep finding bite marks on my first aid kit no matter where I hide it.”

“This is Raven, she likes to nap on me whenever she can and pick fights with orange cats.”

“This is Orbit, they’re convinced that I’m their child and treat me as such.”

[feralghostteeningotham]

For those of you waiting for Apomimnískoma: having learnt of oneself, I promise I've been working on the next fic. I have a cute snippet to hold you over with some world-building lore. We will get to see Jason enjoy his first Truce with Danny.

Finally, trumpets blared, and the excited chatter tampered off as what could only be described as an eyeball blob ghost in robes appeared on a balcony overlooking the gardens. “Presenting, the High King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of Space, Eternal Now, King of Stars, the Door Between Realms, the Northern Star of the Dead, and the True Protector. His Royal Majesty, High King Daniel Phantom of the Infinite Realms, accompanied by Sir Jason Phoenix, the King of Iolcos Reborn.”

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Phantom and Jason appeared on the balcony. Batman noted that his son looked mildly uncomfortable being before so many beings, but Phantom raised his hand to kiss his knuckles which easily knocked the discomfort away as Jason focused on Phantom. There were even more cheers as Jason’s frozen skin seemed to take on a green blush. Phantom smiled before turning to the crowd and raising a hand, silence falling through the crowd like a wave.

“Greetings and welcome all!” Phantom announced, voice full of command and authority but still underlined with kindness and care. “We gather here today to celebrate another year come and passed on this night of Truce. I am sure many of you would rather enjoy the party rather than listen to me speak, but lend your attention while we take a moment to look back on the past and then turn our gaze towards the future. Let us, for a moment, remember the past. Long before the Realms designated the first of many High Kings, when the Infinite Realms were still lost to tyranny and disorder. Of the war and blood shed that led to Christophanes and Mas to toss aside their reigning kings' orders of endless violence and shattering in order to save their homes and communities. How, when rulers of their regions poured every effort into tearing the two communities apart, the two leaders of their shared-haunts stood side by side and withstood the onslaught. How they gained allies in withstanding the two kings. And upon this night, almost one hundred orbits around the Core of the Realms, Christophanes and Mas sat with the kings to reach a Truce, bringing about the end to the endless shattering of their people.

“This is a story most of us have heard many times but it reminds us of the things we might accomplish when we are united. We can and have achieved many things working together. Over this past year we have welcomed 42 billion new Deathborn and 39 billion Deathless to our ever growing community. Not only that, but this past year has seen the completion of phase one of the Infinite Realm’s first realm wide transport system, something that has been in the works for the past six years. We rebuilt six regions ravaged in the Nekrotic Flame disaster. Treatments for 81 different diseases have entered clinical trials and another 27 treatments are set to be publicly available within the next few months. The first comprehensive guide to all the Realms has begun production with over three billion volunteers and counting providing pieces. There is so much more that deserves recognition but as much as I would love to, there is just not enough time to recognize all of it.

“But do not let my lack of recognition on this night stop the amazing things that are set to come. From the grandest of projects to the smallest of kindnesses, I love hearing of it all. So, while we remember the past, let us also think of the future. Just as Christophanes and Mas left the Truce meeting with a brighter future in store for the realms, let us celebrate tonight of our past achievements and look to a brighter future. As the sun sets here in the Distant Nebulae region, the time for speeches comes to an end and the time for festivities and fun begins. So with that, we welcome everyone to Truce!”

As if waiting for the High King to finish, the sun dipped out of view and the sky lit up with swirling clouds of differing colors and more stars than any of the humans attending could count. The crowd roared before breaking off into groups and music started up from somewhere. The king turned to his partner, whispering a few things. The partner gave a small nod, though his eyes were focused on the sky, taking in the millions of stars. The king gently started to lead the other away from the balcony, taking him from the view of the humans in the crowd.

[sonicasura]

Oh three new ideas

Ben 10/Danny phantom: I can just imagine it ben, Gwen, Kevin, and rook are in a fight with an enemy, Gwen is unconscious, Kevin and rook are trying to hold of the enemy's underlings, and the Omnatrix is charging, ben out of desperation looks through Gwen's spell book and summonens a protector spirit to aid in the fight but Ben's part alien nature slightly interferes and the spell calls upon not just any protector spirit but the new ancient of space danny phantom instead, and after everything is said and done and the enemy id defeated ben some how ends up with a way to contact phantom and a emotional support blob ghost named orbit

arcane/ben 10: ben gets stranded in the world of runetera in zaun/piltover, Omnatrix and the ultimatrix are both busted and an permanent Omnatrix glitch causes ben to have a galvan and crebrocrustation's level of intelligence, ben finds a incomplete set of hextech gauntlets and has the idea to combine the Omnatrix and ultimatrix with the gauntlets to defend himself during his stay in piltover/zaun. Oh man I can totally imagine the interactions when ben meets echo and himendinger, azmuth and himendinger would get along like a house on fire when they meet

I have never seen Arcane and have no interest in League of Legends, sorry.

For the first scenario, I can see that happening. Ben is part Anodite so he should have some capacity at magic. Danny's obsession also marks him as a protector for the spell too.

He also has a love for space and magic will take any similarities if a perfect match isn't found.

[halfakitsune-nordiluskitsunaly]

Clay crafts

Orbit the blob ghost now exists

Guess

incomplete crafts

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fragment of Nora's shattered balance core

Fragment of Danny phantom's shattered space partial ice core

Fragment of yuma's shattered ice and fire core

Fragment of zak's earth partial ice core

Fragment of Ben's plant partial ice core

[funkylildragonfella]

My hoards of names & pronouns!

Names

Doctor/Doc

Lu/Lucifer

Void

Eleven/11

Ouroboros/Ouri

Nemo/Nem/Nemmy

Ophion/Ophis

Mnemosyne/Mneme

Jinx

Dot

Solace

Clover

Nexus

Vortex

Limbo

Nova

Veil

Ghost

Echo

Sirpa

Sephtis

Achlys

Reeva

Ness

Glitch

Cian

Teal

Calypso

Trinket

Fidget

Cavity

Doll

Static

Scythe

Abyss

Crow

Kelpie

Wisp

Vig

Onyx

Opal

Thistle

Diamont

Nettle

Oran

Obsidian

Palloc

Juniper

Solace

Alden

Kay

Key

Lock

Puppet

Echo

Birdie

Ash

Shep

Nydia

Shadow

Fenn

Gill

Canto

Coral

Linu

Scar

pronouns

abyss/abyss

algae/algaes

antique/antiques

babble/babbles

bat/bats

beep/beeps

bite/bites

bizarre/bizarres

blendy/blendys

blob/blobs

blub/blubs

blue/blues

blur/blurs

boing/boings

bouncy/bouncys

bow/tie

bubble/bubbles

bug/bugs

bun/buns

cae/caer

cat/cats

chain/chains

chameo/chameos

chaos/chaoss

chomp/chomps

chord/chords

claw/claws

clock/clocks

cloud/clouds

clover/clovers

coin/coins

comet/comets

confusy/confusys

cool/cools

coral/coral

crab/crabs

creature/creatures

crow/crows

cry/crys

crypt/crypts

cub/cubs

cuddle/cuddles

cyan/cyans

cy/cyber

dark/darks

deep/deeps

deer/deers

depth/depths

dino/dinos

dipper/dippers

dive/dives

doc/docs

doll/dolls

dragon/dragons

drake/drakes

dream/dreams

drift/drifts

drizz/drizzles

drop/drops

dust/dusts

eclipse/eclipses

eerie/eeries

end/ends

eon/eons

eternity/eternitys

explodey/explodeys

ey/em

fade/fades

fall/fallen

fang/fangs

fawn/fawns

feather/feathers

fez/fezzes

fin/fins

fish/fishes

fizz/fizz

flame/flames

flap/flaps

flare/flares

flick/flicks

flight/flights

flinch/flinchs

float/floats

flock/flocks

fluff/fluffs

fog/fogs

fractal/fractals

frill/frills

frisk/frisks

fur/furs

fuzzy/fuzzys

gill/gills

glacier/glaciers

glide/glides

glimmer/glimmers

glitch/glitch's

gloom/glooms

glow/glows

gravity/gravity's

grawr/grawrs

growl/growls

gull/gulls

gup/gups

harmony/harmonys

haunt/haunts

he/him

hiss/hiss

hoard/hoards

hour/glass

howl/howls

hug/hugs

hum/hums

hydra/hydras

ice/ices

it/its

ix/ixs

jam/jams

jelly/jellys

jelly/fish

jinx/jinxs

jump/jumps

kelpie/kelpies

key/keys

leviathan/leviathans

liminal/liminals

lock/locks

loop/loops

lu/lu's

lumi/lumis

lyric/lyrics

mar/mars

mavity/mavity's

meep/meeps

meow/meows

mer/mers

mix/mex

moon/light

moon/moons

moss/mosses

mud/muds

myst/mysts

myth/myths

nap/naps

ne/nym

nebula/nebulas

nem/nems

nest/nests

night/light

night/mare

nix/nix

nom/noms

nova/novas

oak/oaks

ocean/oceans

odd/odds

orb/orbs

orbit/orbits

other/others

paint/paints

past/pasts

pastel/pastels

paw/paws

pebble/pebbles

per/pers

phantom/phantoms

pin/pins

pit/pits

planet/planets

play/plays

plushie/plushies

pond/ponds

puff/puffs

punk/punks

pup/pups

purr/purrs

quail/quails

quest/quests

rai/rais

rain/rains

rarity/raritys

rat/rats

rattle/rattles

rawr/rawrs

ray/rays

reef/reef

ribbon/ribbons

ripple/ripples

river/rivers

rock/rocks

rot/rots

ruffle/ruffles

rumble/rumbles

rune/runes

sand/sands

scale/scales

scratch/scratches

sea/seas

seal/seals

serpent/serpents

shadow/shadows

shark/sharks

sharp/sharps

shed/sheds

shell/shells

shore/shores

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silk/silks

sing/sings

siren/sirens

sleep/sleeps

slither/slithers

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smol/smols

snap/snaps

soft/softs

sol/solar

song/songs

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space/spaces

spacey/wacey

spark/sparks

spike/spike

spin/spins

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splash/splashes

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squid/squids

star/stars

static/statics

steam/punk

stellar/stellars

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sting/stings

stream/streams

stuffie/stuffies

swamp/swamps

tail/tails

thalassa/thalassas

they/them

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tilt/tilts

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torn/torns

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uh/uhm

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unknown/unknowns

vast/vasts

void/voids

water/waters

wave/waves

weep/weeps

whale/whales

whisp/whisp

who/whom

wibbly/wobbly

wolf/wolfs

worm/worms

wyrm/wyrms

zey/zem

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

The whole of the United Stated had called then a threat. Unfeeling. Unthinking. Lower than demons, and worse because they were a frequent occurrence.

So, of course the Justice League did what they did best.

They planned and predicted, and prepared to capture the King of Ghosts (a child...a tired, broken child who ruled out of desperation rather than greed).

It was, all in all, too easy. They'd found him flying over Amity Park, wavering slightly in the air with exhaustion after escaping the usual capture attempts by the Fentons and the GIW agents.

They placed him in power dampened handcuffs, and threw him in a jail cell, trapped within a hidden secondary base somewhere in Canada. And tried to interrogate the King. (And failed to realize the ridiculous notion that something supposedly mindless like ghosts were described to be even COULD be interrogated)

King Phantom pleaded his people's case, but no one would listen to him. Of course, none of these Government-abiding adults would listen to a ghost boy desperately trying to avoid war.

"Take your people and leave this world. Every last one of your 'ectoplasmic entities'. You are not welcome here".

"Very well. I will take all of my people, down to the very last one, and we will forever renounce the world that birthed us. You will not see us again. I would pray that you don't regret this but...according to you, I'm not sentient, so I have no reason to pray"

Bargain struck, a portal swallowed the King, and within a short few hours, every single sensor blared a warning of several portals opening over Earth, and drawing in a veritable flood of ghosts. No spirit left behind. No Liminal Human abandoned.

Clark.

Until portals started opening underneath several heroes.

Wally.

Robin.

One by one, the Watchtower became a little emptier, as the remaining heroes realized their mistake. Death-touched people were just as much beloved citizens of the Infinite Realms as full Ghosts.

The Watchower truly emptied then. As it's heroes rushed home to check on their families.

The Manor was empty. Too empty. 6 months without any Ghosts or ghost-adjacent beings. Not even natural portals opened anymore. Bruce Wayne mourned the children Batman lost to his pride. Even Cassandra had left...even Tim, although not having died before, had gone and killed hundreds of the League of Assassins during his quest to pull Batman from the Timestream.

Apparently, even the killers were Death-touched enough to count

What did that mean for people like Ra's Al Ghul and his Assassins?

Jason...Jaylad had willingly turned around and left them all behind in the first portal that opened within the Manor, followed by the rest of Bruce's kids.

Their bargain had been clearly worded, and paid for not by the Ghosts, as they'd thought, but by the Living left behind, who flooded the streets, screaming their grief at having their friends and family so cruelly and thoughtlessly ripped from them by the "heroes" who swore to protect them.

Deep within the Realms, close to it's very center, a grand Keep hovered in it's endless skies. It orbited the giant crystalline sphere known as the Core of the Realms. Within it, a mourning King, his Beloved Consorts mourning alongside him, sat upon the Throne, watching his Mirror-born Daughter chase blob ghosts down the halls of the Keep.

Phantom curled up between Sam and Tucker. His friends. His truest family, along with Jazz. And lately, the ones who'd together conspired to be entwined together with him for Eternity.

And he loved them so much more than he'd understood before.

"Was it worth it, I wonder? Do they still sing victory over us, out in the Living Realms? Or have they finally come to understand, that their bargain, once struck, cannot be undone?"

Arm gently encircled the three Royals, and pulled them close to one who'd become a true Mother, now that the threats and objects of desire she had pursued had become null.

Talia Al Ghul pulled her newest children closer towards her, and hummed a gently lullaby, like she hadn't done for Damian in so long. Until now. Her throne was little more than dust in the wind, in the wake of her Beloved's rash actions. Her Father had discovered a passion for History, and put his long years of experience to good use, along with the ones named Ghostwriter and Sojourn.

One Jack Napier, formerly The Joker, was struck from the Book of Souls and thrown into the void, to be hunted by the great Leviathans that make the ectoplasmic Depths of the Realms their home. He would never learn, but King Phanton was not as blindly foolish as Batman.

Things would eventually grow better for the Infinite Realms. King Phantom was a gentle, loving King, who cared for his people all in equal measure, and always did his best.

The Living Realms? Well, they had scorned their dead. Their opinions no longer matter. Let them become dead first, and then they'll truly understand.

Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #18

July 22: Illustrious

The Justice League are well known for their heroic acts and overall saving the world. Them eradicating ectoplasmic beings (aka ghosts) was seen no different, as it was classified by many organizations and governments for ghosts to be a threat needing to be rid of. The general public also congratulated the JL for continuing to do what was the best for the world they live on, seeing ghosts as an intrusive species of sorts.

Now, how did the Justice League permanently get rid of ghosts? They captured the well-known leader of said ghosts, having multiple sources saying that it was the problem for the ghosts, or Danny Phantom. Then they interrogated the ghost, which are known to be malevolent and good actors/liars, and decided that the best course of action was to just make a deal for Phantom to take it's ghosts back where they belong and shut down the portal that Phantom admitted was allowing them in OR be forcefully done so to any extent including violence.

After all, ectoplasmic beings didn't belong in their universe and cause problems, even if their leader tried to contain them. There was plenty of evidence and science from funded government branches and organizations stating ghosts to be malicious and completely non-sentient. Why wouldn't the Justice League properly get rid of them and save the world once again?

[echosong971]

cayde cannot sleep without boob hugs

First writing drabble done! This was supposed to be shorter, but then I got WAY too into it aha! Enjoy! ^v^

There’s more under the cut btw 👀

Cayde sighs as he stares out the window, his view of the darkened outside world blurred and distorted from the incessant rain prattling against the glass, the storm's noise almost loud enough to drown out the sound of ships flying in and out of the Tower. He frowns and knits his brow, shifting himself into a more comfortable position from where he was laying stomach down on his bed, face halfway buried into his pillow. He stares intensely at his snapshot view of the world, watching the ship-shaped blobs blast off into Orbit.

Damn, he wished he could join them.

He missed it, the freedom of a long patrol. Nothin’ but him, Sundance, his Sparrow, and the open world at his fingertips, begging to be explored. It had been so long since he’d been out there, not since-

Cayde sets his jaw. His vision becomes unfocused.

The Red War.

He scoffs. The Red War had been cruel. Not just because of how much they had lost, but because it’d allowed him to see and experience what he was missing out on, had given him just a little taste of that freedom he had been craving for years.

Then, all too soon, it was ripped away from him.

Back to the strategy table for ol’ Cayde.

And now, here he was, stuck in his room at the mercy of his insomnia and eternally restless.

Usually, he would’ve found some way to busy himself doing things in the Tower. Things like mapping potential cache locations, playing a round of poker with some of his Hunters, or maybe even just going on a walk. But--he thinks as he dejectedly glances back up at the window with a frown, the storm getting increasingly more aggressive--he wasn’t really too keen on getting drenched.

The window suddenly flashes a bright white, the rumble of thunder following soon after.

…or getting electrocuted, for that matter. 

He’ll leave that to the Stormcallers.

Another option would be to talk to Sundance. He knew how much she loved to listen to him prattle off about whatever topic managed to pique his interest at that moment, but she was currently asleep, snuggled up in the small Ghost-sized bed that sat atop his nightstand. 

And for as much as he was craving company, Cayde didn’t have the heart to wake her.

The Hunter Vanguard sighs and buries his face into his pillow, his tired groan muffled by the cotton cover.

Traveler, save him from this boredom-

Cayde’s thoughts are interrupted by his own gasp as he suddenly feels cold, slender fingers slip under his jacket and trace up his lower back, every sensor in his spine firing off all at once as it bristles from the contact. His hand immediately shoots out to roughly grab at the perpetrator’s wrist, nearly giving himself whiplash from how quickly he turns his head to find the culprit.

Bright, viridescent eyes blink down at him, the Exo they belonged to flashing him an impish, mischievous grin.

“Howdy, Sixer,” Echo chuckles, her voice clear and soothing—a welcome change from the dreary atmosphere, even if she got way too much pleasure from sneakin’ up on him and scarin’ him outta his wits.

Giving her a once over, Cayde could see she had already taken off her cloak, bag, and boots. Her vest was unzipped, revealing the black underarmor underneath, and even though it looked like she had already gone through the trouble of trying to dry herself, she was still very damp. Not that he minded, of course.

But he had other business to attend to at the moment.

Cayde scoffs as he narrows his eyes at her. His horn cuts an arc through the air as he shakes his head, his grip tightening on her wrist.

“Youuu….” He mutters with a gritted smile, chuckling in spite of himself. Then, keeping his hold on her wrist, he swiftly flips himself onto his back and yanks her down on top of him. Echo lets out a surprised yelp as she’s crushed against his chest, the sound melting into a hearty chortle only broken up by the occasional snort.

Cayde grins. Light above, he loved her laugh.

“I hate when you do that, y’know,” he playfully grumbles as she sobers up, the Gunslinger wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Do what?” Echo inquires with a soft giggle, tilting her head at him.

“Scare me half to death with your little…Nightstalker tricks.” 

Echo scoffs.

“Nightstalker tricks?” She echoes indignantly, “I just walked up to you!”

“Yeah!” Cayde retorts, “And I didn’t hear anythin’! Which means you were doin’ that whole…disappearin’ act of yours again! Tryin’ to startle me!”

Echo rolls her eyes, moving her hand to pinch his horn between her knuckles.

“Orrrr….maybe you’re just not as perceptive as you think you are, Mr. Vanguard,” she teases as she wiggles his head back and forth.

Cayde grunts, gently swatting her hand away as he narrows his eyes at her.

“Nah, you were just pulling a Vanishin’ Step on me,” he counters.

“No, I wasn’t-“

“You totally were~” Cayde croons, jutting out his chin.

Echo sighs, “Fine, fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night, space cowboy,” she relents, Cayde grinning triumphantly. He then leans in close, lowering his voice to a deep growl as he gazes down at her with half-lidded optics.

“Wanna know what else helps me sleep at night?” He purrs, cocking an eyebrow. Without giving Echo a chance to answer, he swiftly flips her onto her back, the Nightstalker letting out a yelp as he flops on top of her. Cayde immediately buries his face into her chest with a contented sigh, nuzzling against her as his hands move up her sides. She laughs and Cayde could feel it practically vibrating through his body, that sonorous sound nearly enough to melt all the tension in his tired frame all by itself.

“Cayde, I’m still wet!” She exclaims and the Hunter Vanguard impishly grins.

“S’my favorite state for you to be in~” Cayde muses teasingly from where his face was still crushed against her breasts, his comment earning him a stiff wack against the top of his head that has him chortling.

“Ow,” He remarks poignantly, not at all in pain.

Echo scoffs, “You deserved that.”

“For speaking the truth?!” Cayde counters indignantly as he rears back his head to look at her with wide eyes. The Young Wolf shakes her head, leaning it back against the pillow.

“For bein’ horny,” she teases, the Gunslinger going cross-eyed as she pokes him between his eyes.

Cayde snickers, “I’m always horny,” he jokes before gently bumping his horn against her forehead, and despite the stern glare he receives, he could still see her smile.

Satisfied, the Gunslinger slowly lowers his head back down onto his Nightstalker’s chest, staying mindful of his horn as he presses the plates of his lips against her sternum, a contented hum rumbling in the back of his throat. He lazily wraps one arm around her, his other hand trailing up her side to cup her breast. He smiles as he absentmindedly palms at the soft mound hidden beneath her under armor, his touch more comforting than it was stimulating.

Echo hums, cocking her head to the side, “You really like playin’ with my boobs, huh?” she remarks, giggling. Cayde scoffs as he nuzzles his face against her chest. “They’re nice…” he slurs, giving the breast in his hand a gentle squeeze and smiling as Echo sighs in response. “Glad you enjoy ‘em…” she muses, pressing into his touch. Then, letting out a soft hum, Echo loosely drapes her leather-armored forearm over Cayde’s back, a gloved hand mindlessly tracing along the contours of his mechanics protruding against the cloth of his jacket. Her other hand moves to slip beneath his hood, snaking around his neck to cradle the back of his head, fingers splaying against what must’ve once been a port linking directly into his brain. 

A pleasant shiver travels through Cayde’s body as Echo runs her fingers along the outline of the port, the Exo practically melting at her touch as he exhales with a soft, breathy moan.

“You and your little…mmm…devil fingers….” he murmurs with a low voice as he turns his head to rest his cheek against her chest, Echo merely chuckling in response as she continues her gentle caresses.

With his auditory processor against her sternum, Cayde could hear- no, he could feel the thrum of her mechanical heartbeat beneath all that under armor and plating and synthetic skin; a bittersweet reminder of their human origins and yet a constant and comforting reminder that even despite the mechanized frames they were cursed to live in, they were still holistically human.

And now, as he finally found himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness, wrapped up in his partner’s arms?

Cayde lets out a content sigh, letting the constant rhythm of Echo’s pulse and the gentle massages of her fingers lull him into a deep, comforting sleep. 

By the Traveler, he’s never felt more human.

Fin

[quixsilver]

So I read online that there’s a part of the cell that’s actually called ectoplasm and it just sort of got me thinking on how that figures into ghost stuff until I ended up crafted a Frankenstein’s monsters of headcannons that I decided to post on the internet at 2am for no reason. Heavily inspired by jay Eaton’s ghost physics by Enjoy?

An essay no one asked for

Okay so in biology, ectoplasm is the clear outer part of cytoplasm in a cell. So if a ghost is comprised of ectoplasm that would make them giant cells or basically amoebas. They are however supposed to be dead things so from there I started building this web of bullshit.

In this head cannon, ghosts are an inter-dimensional species of entities that are almost indistinguishable from the single celled organisms called amoeba. Ghosts however do have several distinctions that highlight their dimensionally foreign properties such as the fact they do not posses any sort of substance comparable to endoplasm.

Ghosts are comprised of a sort of cytoplasm that has the non-granulated and clear properties of ectoplasm in regular amoeboid cells, thus bringing on the general term for the material “ectoplasm”. Ectoplasm has several anomalous properties because of the fact that it originates in an alternate dimension; it has the capacity to quantum tunnel (phenomenon where a particle passes through a potential barrier that it classically cannot surmount.) and contains microfilaments composed of an unknown material that can act as programmable matter, which is matter that has the ability to change its physical properties (shape, density,conductivity, optical properties, etc.) in a programmable fashion based upon user input. This programable matter has also been observed to be able to generate gravitons and thus manipulate the forces of gravity.

Ghosts in their unstable premature state have the appearance of an giant amoeba, being a gelatinous blob like entity with transparent qualities. Ectoplasm from the ghost zone is electroluminescent, this means a ghosts ectoplasm is constantly lit up as a result of their ecto-signature. They seem to function off of unstable pseudo-nucleus that will eventually give out and self destruct, causing the structure of the ghosts exterior to destabilize and thus the mass to fall apart. Because of this, ghosts require a source of memory to keep in a stable imitation or copy. Most ghosts however will never find a suitable donor of memory as there are no none sources of actual DNA in the ghost zone.

When introduced into the environment of this dimension, ghosts will seek out decaying organic material to “consume”. This is not done to gain energy for locomotion or any other process, but to gain the genetic memory of cells by more or less created a copy of the the DNA comprised of the ectoplasm’s programmable matter;ectomatter. This Ectoplasmic DNA is kept in an imitation of a nucleus known as the ghost’s “core”. The core carries an electric system that stimulates memories to keep them active. This self contained electric matrix is known as the ghost’s “ecto-signature”. Ghosts are able to create imprints of somatic memories in recently dead organisms, essentially allowing a certain portion of an organisms personal experiences, wants or ambitions to pass on to the ghost. After genetic memory has been gained and a stable form established ghosts will not seek out anymore decaying organic matter. Because the “DNA” is merely an imitation of actual DNA, ghosts do not have the capacity to remember things such as bone or muscle structures or interior organs, but these are not needed anyway. Instead, ghosts will adopt exterior features such as skin, nails, cartilage, and even hair.

They also adopt useless features such as a mouth that leads directly into the ectoplasmic mass and eyes that are not required to perceive light. Somatic memory of the ghost (the ghosts experiences, not the imprints) are stored in an imitation brain, that’s just as meaningless as it’s eyes or mouth. Things such as chemical processes or cellular reproduction do not occur instead a ghosts brain is only capable of simulating a single chemical emotion learned from imprint memory with the emotions typically being fear or anger as adrenaline is the most common chemical ghosts can simulate.

Ghosts are capable of absorbing new ectoplasm to increase mass. As a result, ghost have the ability to create a copy of themselves with excess ectoplasm. however this copy is incapable of prolonged existence because the memories they have are imitations of imitations. This is the beginning of a new ghosts “life cycle”. The copy will either imprint and become semi sentient or destabilize. Because the only components of a ghosts makeup are ectoplasm and programmable matter a ghost will never truly age or reach a point at which it is unable to function.

Ghosts “feed” through radio-synthesis or the capture and metabolism by organisms, of energy from ionizing radiation, analogously to photosynthesis. Ghosts can also feed off of actual chemicals such as adrenaline or serotonin.

Because of a ghosts limited range of intelligent function they would classified as semi sentient as they are not capable of pain or truly experiencing emotions. Their mindset is entirely focused on a sole emotion or even subject or activity that they learned off through random happenstance or the somatic memories of their imprint.

abilities of ghosts include:

Duplication: the ability to asexually create copies of themselves, typically with only a simplified copy of a ghosts core, mainly to achieve a purpose beneficial to the source. After which the copy will destabilize or go on to become an entirely new ghost.

phasing: a ghosts use of ectoplasm’s ability to quantum tunnel.

heightened senses are a result of the fact that a ghosts entire body acts as sensory organs, Being sensitive to vibrations, light, and chemical contact.

invisibility: is an ability that stems from a ghosts ability to absorb and interact with radiation around it, with light being a form of electromagnetic radiation that a ghost can manipulate. This light manipulation can also be used to appear human. the ability to manipulate electromagnetic radiation is also associated with a ghosts ability give its form different colors as ghosts exteriors are entirely comprised of the same material.

Ghost rays: plasma discharges are when a ghost absorb and pump a massive amount of thermal radiation into a small portion of their ectoplasmic mass until it disassociates into ions and separate the ectoplasm from themselves to direct at a target. The discharges behave in a manner similar to extremely hot ionized gases.

possession or “overshadowing” is the process in which a ghost will override an organisms brain function by overriding the nervous system with electricity from the ghosts ecto-signature. The ectoplasm mass of the ghost is condensed and phased into the organisms integumentary, muscular, and nervous systems. Prolonged possessions are generally not healthy for the host organism as the ghost forces itself onto the neurons of said organism. Faulty or incompetent possessions can cause permanent brain damage or even catatonia.

flight is the use of ectomatters ability to generate and manipulate gravitons

ghosts bodies are classified as amoebas and such limbs such as arms, legs and even heads are purely aesthetic because the cores memories require input to be comprehendible to the imprint sources senses, meaning ghosts are capable of body distortion also known in common amoebas as pseudopods, with the only limitation being that the mass needs to stay in one piece. It should be noted that body distortion is entirely different than duplicating as duplicating is when a ghost becomes two separate masses with their own cores.

Ghosts are only classified as amoeba because their general structure is incredibly similar. They are not however actual living organisms as they do not biologically age, traditionally reproduce or have actual physical DNA. They are merely imitations of actual organisms, spawned from other ghosts. they once existed as an actual species of reproducing amoeba that had a similar ability to create duplicates without physical stable nuclei, so the first ghosts imitated the DNA of the actual amoeba. Existing in the cycle of creation and imitation for millions of years with only occasional ghosts slipping through “portals” to imprint on organisms in this dimension. But the species of amoeba went extinct and thus the only source of new ghost now is the duplication of stable ghosts and imprinting in this dimension.

The ghost zone itself is actually a pocket dimension that exists between the fourth dimension (time) and the fifth dimension. Because the ghost zone exists outside the timeline, time works has varying affects in different parts of the ghost zone. It doesn’t follow the conventional laws of time in our dimension (third dimension). The ghost zone is entirely comprised of ectoplasmic particles the exist extremely far apart, similar to the state of outer space in this dimension. The ghost zone absorbs radiations across several dimension as the free floating ectoplasm carries an almost insignificant charge. The exact form of radiation is unknown but seems to be a previously undiscovered form of cross dimensional radiation. Because of ectoplasm’s ability to adopt new properties as a result of intelligent programming the ghost zone is full of structures and environments created, wether consciously or unconsciously by the ghosts themselves. As for actual environment, there’s an actual planet like structure orbiting the ghost zones version of a sun (a mass of ionized plasma similar to ecto-rays). The planet itself was struck by a large object, causing the planet to shatter into a cone like configuration. Momentum doesn’t seem to have affected the debris which still orbits in a synchronized fashion with the largest mass.

the destruction of the planet is what caused the extinction of the ghosts source species. And because of the extinction level event ghosts had to rely on solely imprinting on dead organic material.

I may do another essay about how Danny, portals and ghost weopons work.

[hugsandchaos]

Alexa, Play Mission Impossible

Summary: I wonder why Orbit was so insistent about Danny following him…

Extra Notes: I was honestly so proud of my last chapter, specifically the fight scene. Oh, I also had an extra set of eyes to help me out with this, so everyone please give thanks to the awesome @traumafactory28 for being my beta reader!

Word Count: 2,985

Orbit. They didn’t have a name before Danny gave them one. Most ghost blobs don’t, being able to recognize specific ghosts and other blobs from their ecto signature. It was nice, though. It was a nice sound, the word “Orbit”, and it felt oddly fitting for them. A name wasn’t the only thing Danny had given them, though. He also gave them protection.

It was only fair that they give him something in return. Besides, Danny is a halfa! He needs food! Not just human food, but also ectoplasm, like any other ghost. So when Orbit sensed some in the distance, he tried to lead Danny to it, but the halfa was stubborn about keeping up appearances and refused to go unless someone was in danger.

They should’ve nodded yes. In a way, he wouldn’t have been lying. Danny was in danger. Orbit was in danger.

Inside the backpack, it was mostly dark. The light of the fire was just barely a small orange glow from outside. Not that it was a problem, Orbit could see well in the dark just like all wisps. The problem was that they couldn’t tell how much time had passed since Danny rested his head on the bag or if he was asleep yet. Most of the contents of the bag -- the pajamas and the books -- were what held his head.

The rest, along with Orbit, didn’t feel the small weight, giving them hope that they could peek out of the bag without Danny feeling them move. They began wriggling their tiny body across the items. Danny had forgotten to close his bag all the way. Orbit silently thanked the Ancients for the halfa’s mistake as they crawled closer to the opening. They could see the faintest bit of moonlight on the grass, which meant it might be pretty high up by now.

The weight on the bag shifted. Orbit froze. They didn’t dare move. They waited until it had stopped moving, and then a while longer. Was Danny going to sleep? The weight had shifted to be more on the left side. Luckily, they were on the right side and had actually gained a bit more room to move with the change.

After a few minutes of waiting, they resumed crawling again. In a time span that felt both short and long, they finally made their way to the exit. They manipulated the ectoplasm that made up their body and stretched it out to better squeeze through the opening. Once they were out, they hovered just centimeters above the ground and turned themselves invisible.

Outside, the moon was now in its quarter phase and shone down on the ground from the near center of the sky. It was almost midnight. The crickets were still singing and chirping, and owls hooted from somewhere in the surrounding forest. Orbit’s eyes didn’t need much time adjusting. The backpack had blackened most of the light outside.

The wisp slowly floated around the backpack and peeked out from behind it. One of the hylians Orbit saw sleeping earlier was awake, and the one that had been awake now slept with the rest. The one that was awake wore the long blue scarf. What was his name? They couldn’t see them outside of the bag, but they did learn to recognize their voices and learn their names.

Whoever it was, they didn’t seem to notice them. They were distracted by their job looking over the rest. Orbit turned back around and spotted the thermos in the side pocket of the backpack. Perfect.

Orbit flew closer to the thermos and reached out, but hesitated before they grabbed it. They flew up a little higher, remaining invisible, and peeked over the bag. Danny was laying on his left side with his new bedroll. He had curled up a little, so it was hard to see his face and tell if he was asleep or not. Orbit flew over the bag to look at his face. Sure enough, his eyes were closed and his mouth hung slightly open as he snored quietly.

Good. He was asleep. Orbit flew back over to the thermos and grabbed at it. They slowly pulled it out to make as little noise as possible. After it was out, they used their powers to turn the thermos invisible and lifted it up as they flew higher. They picked a random direction, facing somewhere in the south, and sped off into the trees.

Orbit was small, but also very fast. Every ghost blob had to be fast, or they’d become somebody’s snack, and so it didn’t take long before they could no longer hear the campfire. They flew past an owl and over both animals and monsters. They flew higher into the canopy until they were above it and the trees looked like a lumpy blanket of soft green below. Up there, they noticed a glint of white light and turned to look at it.

It was a lake reflecting moonlight on the water. Orbit turned to the right and began heading towards it. The lake could act as a way to buy time for what they had in mind, and it was far enough from the group.

Once the forest turned into water below, Orbit dived down lower to the ground, or the surface of the water. As they grew closer to the other side of the lake, they noticed something on the coast. It was very faint, but as they approached, it became clearer. It was a pale white light. It looked like there was a shape behind it. Orbit began to feel uneasy and slowed down, but didn’t stop. The shape became clearer as they came closer.

Crud. Another poe.

This poe was smaller than the first one, the one still in the thermos, but was definitely just as dangerous. The worst part was that any attempts Orbit would make to sneak by it wouldn’t work. It was already looking right at them. It stood at the coast and swung its scythe out to try to cut them despite the large distance, but didn’t try to cross the water. It stayed out of the ripples’ reach even though there was still land to walk on. Was it scared of the water?

Orbit didn’t stop their approach, though. They only had so much time. They couldn’t waist any of it. This thing wasn’t going to get in their way. As a matter of fact, it might end up helping them.

The wisp picked up in speed again and flew over the poe. The poe levitated higher and narrowly missed them by a few inches. They shrieked in anger and turned around to follow them into the foliage. Orbit sprinted for a short distance before finding a spot on a fallen log and placed the thermos facing the roughly direction of the poe. They looked up to see it barreling after them through the branches, swinging its scythe wildly to cut its way through.

Their core buzzed as they watched the sickened ghost come closer and closer. Its teeth gnashed together, eager to crush Orbit and swallow them. The scythe cut through a branch thicker than Orbit’s body like it was paper. They took their eyes off for a split second to adjust the angle of the thermos so it was pointing directly at it. It was now racing towards them. It raised its scythe.

Orbit pressed the green button on the side of the thermos and warbled in alarm as the poe inside was shot out of the thermos, colliding with the other. Both of them screeched as they fell to the ground. The one underneath bit the other’s arm, earning a cry of pain from the one above it. Orbit grabbed the thermos and flew high into the air before either of them stopped fighting long enough to notice them.

Soon enough, the wisp was crossing the lake and mo longer heard the poes fighting. They looked up at the sky. The moon had moved a little and it was now either exactly midnight or a little after. They only had a few hours to complete their mission. If things went well, it’ll be more than enough time.

Flying over the forest and passing over the camp again, Orbit retuned to where Danny was with them earlier, when they first picked up on the “scent” of ectoplasm. As they expected, they found it while hovering near two trees that were growing a little too close together. They weren’t sure how Danny didn’t notice it. Maybe his ability to detect ectoplasm was weaker in his human form.

They started to follow it. They had to stop every once in a while to turn in different directions, trying to see which way the pull was stronger, before they could continue.

At one point, they stopped. The pull was now behind them. Orbit turned around and slowly went back the way they came, paying close attention to the pull as it slowly lessened. They scanned the area around them as they went. Suddenly, the pull was from behind again. Somewhere below. They stopped in their tracks and looked down at the forest floor.

A small green light glowed softly from between a couple of stones. Orbit turned intangible and flew through the stones, and there it was. A very large puddle of ectoplasm covered most of the stony floor of the cave. The wisp flew down quickly and placed the thermos on top of one of the few patches of dry stone, then dove into the green liquid with their mouth wide open.

The first gulp of ectoplasm was amazing. They weren’t absolutely starving for it, but that didn’t mean they weren’t hungry. It had been over three days after all, and even wisps like Orbit needed to eat ectoplasm at some point. They took a moment to eat, enjoying the feeling of their core being brought back to full strength, before they flew out and turned towards the thermos.

They picked it up and twisted it in their arms so that it was standing upright, then began twisting the lid off. They removed it and saw that it was completely empty, just as they’d hoped now that the poe was gone. They picked the thermos up again, once again holding it horizontally, and dipped it into the ectoplasm. Slowly, they dunk it further and further into the ectoplasm.

The thermos grew heavier Orbit and tilted slightly so that more would spill into the bottom. They only stopped when the thermos was nearly fully submerged in the ectoplasm. After a while, they lifted it up, now holding it by the rim of the top, and carefully carried it back to solid ground. After setting it down, they picked up the lid and twisted it back on.

Orbit picked the thermos up and flew up through the rocks, through the trees, and high into the sky. The moon was now noticeably past its midpoint. It had been over an hour since they released the poe and went searching for food. They looked back in the direction they came, thankful for their good memory and habit of mapping every direction they went in, and began rushing back to the camp.

By the time they finally got back, another hour had passed. Luckily, most of the group was still asleep, with the exception being the old man with the one working eye. He and Blue Scarf must’ve switched places at some point. Orbit kept themselves invisible and worked carefully to nudge the thermos back into the side pocket of Danny’s bag.

When they were halfway done, the halfa started moving and Orbit froze. They listened more than watched as he mostly moved his legs. They kicked at something in his dreams, but after a while, they stopped and he curled up. Unfortunately, the blanket had been kicked off while he was battling whatever enemy was in his mind. Before Orbit could try to pull it back over, they heard movement. Coming from the camp.

Orbit pulled away from the thermos and peeked around the backpack. The Old Man was coming over. The wisp didn’t need to hold back a startled noise, being silent when sensing potential danger was something they learned long ago. They watched him come closer and look down at Danny. He crouched down and reached a hand out for him.

Suddenly, Orbit’s core began buzzing with alarm and panic. What was he doing? Was he going to hurt him?! Was he reaching for his leg so he could drag him off somewhere?! Orbit quietly took in a deep breath and willed the ectoplasm holding them together to stretch out to make their mouth bigger, ready to let out an ear piercing shriek and drop the invisibility and bite into this man’s arm and--

Old Man reached over Danny and grabbed the blanket. He pulled it over the halfa, then stood back up and walked away, back to where the others lay around the fire. Orbit remained still for a few seconds before pulling themselves back together and hovered over Danny. The hylian had simply put the blanket back where it belong.

Orbit looked back at Old Man for a short while, relieved that he hadn’t done anything and a little confused why they reacted the way they did. They were sure this whole time that these people were nice and could be trusted, so why did they suddenly freak out like that when they saw him get close to Danny? Did they not trust them and didn’t realize it until now?

Whatever the reason, the sun would be up in a few hours. They needed to finish their mission. They looked down at the thermos, still halfway into the pocket, and went back down to finish. After getting it all the way into the pocket, they slipped back into the backpack and made themselves comfortable laying on top of the pajamas Danny had packed. They closed their eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Orbit was promptly woken up by their body being moved and squished between the bag and the clothes. They squeaked in surprise, but it was cut off and muffled by the sudden movements. They blinked and wriggled their body between the two walls until they were on top, all the while the world around them seemed to bounce. They looked around and soon realized what was going on. The bag had been lifted up and was now in the usual up-and-down motion.

The wisp calmed down and folded their arms in front of their body. They knew what was going to happen next. They just needed to wait a little longer. It was still really dark outside, but Orbit thought they could see a hint of light. Either it was the sun just barely coming up or Danny’s flashlight. They couldn’t really tell.

After a minute or two of walking, the bag was placed down somewhere.

“Was it unzipped the whole time?” Danny asked. The zipper was pulled over Orbit’s head and the wisp looked up to see Danny looking down at them.”Hey, buddy. Was the zipper open a little the whole night?” He asked in a hushed tone.

Orbit moved half their body up and down in a nod and flew out of the bag. The sky was in the late Blue Hour and there were hints of yellow past the trees, but there wasn’t a whole lot of light. The main source of light was from the flashlight from Danny’s phone. They flew down to where the thermos was and pulled it out of the pocket.

“What are you doing?” Danny asked nervously. Orbit flew down to the ground and set the thermos down. They grabbed the top of the thermos and twisted the top off.”Wait! Don’t--… open it? Where’s the poe?” Danny whispered. He knelt down and set the phone down on the ground.

The light from the flashlight vanished, and all there was now was the very little blue light coming down through the trees, the glow of Orbit’s body, and the ectoplasm in the thermos. He picked the thermos up with a hand and looked at it confused.”Where did this come from?” He asked. Orbit flew up to be at eye level with him and quietly trilled.

“You got some?” Danny asked. Orbit nodded and chirped.“Drink it?” He questioned. Orbit moved half his body up and down in another nod. Danny’s face scrunched up in slight repulsion, but did as they said and took a sip of the ectoplasm. The change happened almost immediately.

The young halfa’s eyes widened and he started drinking more and more as he seemed to realize that he’d been hungrier than he originally thought. Orbit actually started to worry that he’d drink too fast and choke on it. Humans were more prone to that accident than ghosts and it was potentially more dangerous.

Luckily, Danny stopped. Orbit peeked at the ectoplasm. It was still largely full, but had lowered an inch, or two, maybe. He let out a small breath. The relief coming from him now was nice.

“Wow. You were right.” Danny said. He took one more sip, then twisted the thermos shut. He smiled at Orbit.”Where did you even find this?” He asked.

“Hey, Danny! Come on, it’s my turn to spar with you!” Wind called out.

Danny jolted and turned towards the camp.”One second!” He shouted back. He turned to Orbit.”I don’t know where you got this, but thank you. I didn’t know I needed this.” He whispered. Orbit pressed their body against the side of Danny’s face and purred before flying back into the backpack and leaving Danny to do what he needed to do.

Danny now had his fill of ectoplasm and half of a full stomach. Their job was done, for now.

[minc3meat-blog]

I said I’d post some of my writing so here’s a little snippet:

Voyager

“There is only an infinitesimal chance that the plaque will ever be seen by a single extraterrestrial, but it will certainly be seen by billions of terrestrials. Its real function, therefore, is to appeal to and expand the human spirit, and to make contact with extraterrestrial intelligence a welcome expectation of mankind.”       B.M. Oliver

1: “Conception”

                                “Like a ghost, my reflection on the cabin window smirks back at me. Were it not for the thick-heeled work boots laced up to underneath my knees, I probably wouldn’t be able to see out the window at all. My overalls and shirt, unbuttoned just enough to display a hydraulic oil stained tee, hang off my skin like Navy banners.  My unmanageably curly red hair, coated in a sheen of the natural dust from the ship, droops over my eyes and ears in similar fashion. Radiation tans on my arms and legs from too much time in the cockpit on my otherwise fair skin clash against the freckles on my cheeks. Not the vision of a ship captain most would imagine, but a ship captain nevertheless. Staring from the rear deck of my ship, a dozen dark shapes drifting away from the workcrew hold, I can’t help but to take in the scene. Against an endless pool of black, the dark blobs are dwarfed by the rubble and debris of the asteroid field. Skeleton wrecks and decrepit hulls of vessels from times and wars gone by. Corroded reminders of a past long forgotten. Monuments of heroes and men, lives saved and lost. Cables and tubing, unaware of the emotional ties they grip, ensnare and squeeze steel and cargo alike. Looming over the hulking wrecks are the watchful eyes of Dastrov’s four moons. Gaseous and dark, casting a looming shadow of poison and radiation over the asteroid field. Demigods of this corner of the universe, they exploit their power to hold the floating graveyard in place, trapped in a gravitational purgatory for all of eternity. A stranger in this sacred space, a lone ship slowly makes its way through a passable corridor through the catacombs of metal. With a large hull and tiny forward cockpit, it looked more like a giant beetle than a scavenging ship. Hazard lights on all sections of it flash intermittently, illuminating its way through the corroded tunnels of junk. It putters and shakes as it goes, feeling the need to announce its age and mechanical issues.  Twelve rusted, robotic insects zip in and out of the wrecks, only stopping to drop their finds into the cargo hold of the ship.  Like flies, they bounce from corpse to corpse, their host leading the way through the field of the dead.

“Like a ghost, my reflection on the cabin window smirks back at me?” my copilot giggled, which sounded more like someone choking on metal scrap. “Thas’ a bit overdramatic dontcha’ think?” Renna, my copilot, leaned over the nav console. Her tall, built frame and grey skin made her look like a formation of boulders in a forest of cables and tubing of our ships cockpit. Her jet black hair, tied in a single ropelike braid and draped between to grey horns, reached all the way down to the back of her ankles. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, with the exception of the dim glow of retina implants. From eyebrow to chin: piercings. One arm, studded with patches of unfinished sleeve tattoos, glowed fluorescent in the ambient lighting emitting from the flight computers. The other, a mechanical prosthetic, whirred and twitched as it gripped an empty drink glass. She’d almost pass as human, if not for half her body being machine parts. “I’m sorry,” I spun on my heel to face her, closing the voice dictation window on my arm computer. “How many autobiographies for an Old World civilization have you written?” She swirled the watered down ice in the bottom of her now-empty drink glass. “You really think we’re gonna’ find this thing, dontcha’?” “I mean, we wanted to get paid, right?” She tapped her drink onto the holographic screen, making the pixels sputter and dance. The sweat beads from the side of the glass glistened like diamonds against the readout. “Well, duh,” she snorted. “But like, you... Want to find this rusty ‘ol probe. Want-want.” I did want-want to find it. The contract source was sketchy but the payout was huge, regardless of whether or not we found the Old World probe intact.. Or if at all. It’d been spotted orbiting around GB-44 for a few decades, before suddenly sputtering off to Serpens Arcturus, which was what alarmed the Navy… because ancient propulsion-less probes don’t usually sputter off at all. Of course, rather than sending their expensive autonomous patrols to track the unknown, the Navy contracted the mission to lower-tier organic pilots. Whatever the probe was, it had spooked the most powerful fleet in the Imperium. What intrigued me about chasing a metallic ghost from the past wasn’t the bounty (entirely), but the chance to send a message: two giant middle fingers to the Navy Federation and entwined Corporation dealings. A warning to people of Old about the nightmare that they would unknowingly incubate, and possibly saving them from themselves before they could dig their grave too deep. But whatever the true reason, it was a good chance to shake things up. The week to week grind of automaton wreck salvaging had gotten less cost effective, not to mention monotonous. “Primary tethers offline. Machine error recorded.” a computerized voice chimed. “Fock it,” Renna cursed, scrambling to the salvage controls. “It’s that busted relay coil again, ‘innit!?” “Yes, Renna. It is that busted relay coil again. May I remind you… AGAIN… to service said part as soon as possible.” “Aw, yes mum. I’ll get right on it, mum.” Renna smirked, glaring at the ceiling. “Mum, can we have the talk about the birds n’ the bees?” “Which species intercourse behaviors would you like to discuss?” Renna spat out the piece of ice she had been chewing loudly on. “I was joking you filthy, ceiling lady voice!” she turned to me. “That AI’s got quite the mouth, dontcha’ think?” “Can you fix the coil, or is this a spoiled run?” I asked, ignoring her childish banter with an inanimate machine. Renna shook her head. “Shit if I know, isn’t that why you got a flight mechanic?” We did have a flight mechanic.. Or at least I think we had a flight mechanic. His name was Diz, and I’d never actually seen him. Renna had hired him some time ago, and to be completely honest, I don’t think she’s ever paid him. On occasion, I’d hear a soft sigh or clamoring in the vents. Sometimes I’d even see his little antennae pop up from behind a console, or in between pistons.. I think he lives and feeds off the ship, like a parasite. As unnerving as it sounded, Diz did good work… except for now, of course. “No fix!” a soft voiced hissed from behind the salvage computer panels. “Diz, you lil’ cunt, fix the damned coil!” “No fixxxxx!” Diz hissed again, as shuffling sounds moved across the back of the command console. “No fix, no go.” If I leaned forward just a bit, I probably could’ve caught a glimpse of our illusive mechanic. At this point, I almost didn’t want to ruin the mystery, so I remained still as I called out to him. “Where don’t you wanna go?” “He doesn’t want to go probe chasing,” Renna interrupted. “He’s the only one who hates change more than you do.” I shrugged. She wasn’t wrong. “I’m not forcing you to come with us, but you do need to fix that coil for the job we’re on now.” Diz grumbled softly in agreement from behind the entanglement of cables and servers, than shuffled back over to behind the salvage console. With a loud clang, he was into the ventilation system and off to fix the coil. “What’s got him all uptight? I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard him talk.” “Somethin’s got him shook about this ‘ol probe thing. Weird, ‘innit? I’ve never seen ‘em get spooked ‘fore…” Renna replied, rapping her long fingernails against the idle salvage controlpad. “This ‘ol things even got me a bit frazzled, but I’m excited too, ya’ know?” “You’re actually excited about this?” I questioned. “I mean, it wouldn’t have been my first choice of a job. The Navy’s just usin’ us as cannon fodder to chase after some rusty piece of junk they’re scared of. Which is actually pretty typical… ‘s just the way they went about it. And the amount of coin they’re offerin’..” “It is pretty sketchy, I’ll admit. But Navy contracts never usually put us in any more danger than we’re used to, so I’m sure we’ll be fine.” “Well that’s a glimmerin’ endorsement...” “The Navy’s never fucked us over… directly…” I muttered, exhuming anxieties about the contract I thought I had buried alive a few hours earlier. “Oh boy.” Renna laughed. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” she cheered, pouring another glass of whatever sludge she considered liquor. “The last organic crew in the system, escapin’ the mundane, on an adventure to discover to find some creepy probe and make payday!” I smiled, albeit warily. I knew what they’d write on our headstones.

[craftybookworms]

:)

I just remembered I have a book that basically names everything in the solar system, and now I really want to read it and help find names for these tiny blob ghosts! (fair warning I went slightly space crazy doing this)

here are some constellations that sound like ghost blob names plus what they mean and anything cool about them

Auriga (the abbreviation is Aur which sounds like a ghost blob name and it’s associated with a group of goats which is sorta funny)

Aquila (eagle constellation)

Boötes (apparently it’s supposed to be a herder for bears)

Orion (the hunter)

Vela (something about a sail on Jason’s ship-my book doesn’t have much about what it represents)

Carina (a keel? Idk but it has 2 nebulas in it and the second brightest star in the sky)

Aries (the ram with the golden fleece)

pavo (a peacock!)

Lyra (contains Vega-the brightest star in the sky-and represents a lyre which is an old instrument)

Pyxis (a compass needle and it’s a binary system with a white dwarf)

Corvus (a crow)

Mensa (it’s supposed to be a table? sorta a boring meaning but cool name)

Ara (has a sunlike star with 4 planets orbiting it)

Ok and for moons they’re are a ton of moons in our solar system but here are the main ones in my book

For Mars

Phobos-name means fear, largest moon for Mars, it’s unstable so it will eventually break apart

Deimos-name means panic, less craters then Phobos, more stable because it orbits farther out

For Jupiter it has way to many moons but here are the main ones

Io-molten interior due to strong gravitational forces, very volcanic, described as a "burnt, mouldy pizza"

Europa-smallest of Jupiter’s main moons, basically a ball of ice that’s sorta pink and brown in spots (I recommend looking up some pics it’s really cool

Ganymede-largest moon in the entire solar system, ocean water underneath the surface (internal heat keeps it from freezing)

Callisto-heavily cratered, basically a frozen ball of rock covered in craters

Then there’s Saturn’s moons

Titan is Saturn largest moon, but it has a bunch if shepherd moons (moons that orbit as part of Saturn’s ring system) that have some doll names to if you want to check it out, titan has a thick opaque atmosphere, it actually has features similar to earth and has a methane cycle instead of a water cycle

Iapetus is tidally locked to Saturn, which means that the same side always faces the planet

There’s also a satellite called Hyperion that basically follows its own rules about its rotational period which is sorta neat

Not really a moon, but there’s an asteroid with its own moon! It’s called Ida and it’s moon is dactyl

Uranus has a few moons, there’s Ariel, Umbriel, Miranda, Titania, and Oberon

The Neptune has one major moon called triton that orbits backwards

for nebulas there is an insane amount and my book doesn’t really talk about specific ones so I don’t really have any ideas for specific nebulas 😅 but that concludes my space name ideas!

For you ❤️❤️❤️

Done at at Panera bread.

ALSO!!

THEY NEED NAMES.

GUYS. What should the wisps names be?

[konnl]

Harvesters

Technological advancements has allowed humanity to join the stars under a single civilization known as The Society. We left out violent nature behind, continuing to deepen our understanding of ourselves and the universe. The Society’s bold progression fails to identify the ghosts of our past.

Harvesters is July’s flash fiction that brings readers into a sci-fi horror where readers are joining a worker in The Society. Enjoy the story in written word, audio, artwork and soundscape.

Harvesters

Duty

We were on the trawler vessel heading to the harvest world. Just like any other job. I managed the equipment in the docking bay while we were on route. Two others in our unit joined me. We herded the cattle once they had been harvested from the ground squad. I never thought much about the job. My father did this before me, and now this was my role in The Society. That’s all there was to it. The Society keeps things structured. They ensure humanity’s survival by improving our wellbeing. So why mess with a good thing?

The trawler vessel rocked side to side as the ceiling lights flashed – a sign we were entering the atmosphere. I held onto the emergency handlebar with my right hand, awaiting the oncoming catch. My two other comrades did as well. The adrenaline. Every time it hit me. I knew what was coming. The ground squad would bring the cattle here. They always acted up. Our unit had to be extremely focused on coordinating the safety of everyone on the ship.

The ship stabilized its motion. My grip relaxed on the handle as we entered the atmosphere of the planet. I eyed six head-to-toed armoured units –the ground squad – marching into the shuttlecraft, holding their pulse cannons. The craft’s door closed up once the last of the units entered. The ship lifted off the ground as the trawler vessel opened the docking door.

A question entered my mind – what was the ground like? The ground squad knew. From my knowledge in school, I knew it was infested with disease, rubble, and pollution. Wildlife doesn’t survive there, except for the cattle. They seem to flourish, luckily for us. The cattle were vital to The Society. Their biological makeup is a crucial component of our scientific progression. Their genetics help us understand ours and improve our own DNA.

The shuttlecraft roared as it zoomed out of the trawler vessel and exited into the grey-cloud covered atmosphere, disappearing into the distance. The harvest had begun. Other than the foggy sky, once I did get another view of the plant. I knew it was blue and brown when I saw it from the cockpit. That is all I’ve seen. I had to return to my station shortly after as we were entering the orbit. It was probably for the better.

Anticipation

Now, I waited for the ground squad to return. My left hand clutched the black electro-spear I held, waiting to shock any cattle that acted out in the cages. It made my heart race thinking about the potential action. They had hands. They could operate basic tools. As much as my curiosity about the planet torments the back of my mind, I know I wouldn’t want to be in the ground squad, gathering the beasts. They’re dangerous if not harvested carefully. I’ve seen the footage in school. The paintings. The portrayal in media. Their hair is riddled with filth and their nature violent. As much as I’d like to be a part of the ground squad and partake in harvesting some of the cattle, I can accept my duty in The Society.

The ground squad didn’t take long to come back to the trawler vessel. The docking station remained open for the duration of the departure. The intercom erupted, with the pilot’s distorted voice coming through the speakers saying, “ground squad arrival. Shepherds initiate.”

The lights above turned blue. The other two shepherds marched forward. I followed directly after them as the shuttlecraft came into view. The craft carefully landed itself back into the trawler vessel as the docking door moved upward to its closed position.

“Positions!” shouted the shepherd to my left – our squad leader.

Shepherds

I held my spear with both hands as the shuttle landed down. The engines underneath the craft turned off, leaving us in a moment of silence. The back of the ship hissed, and the hatch moved upward. Three ground squad members were on each side of the interior with a large steel crate in the center. It levitated off the ground. Small holes wrapped around the middle of the cage, underneath the semi-translucent forcefield surrounding the container. The ground squad marched forward, and the cage hovered ahead with the unit. Groaning echoed from inside the cage. Snarls and roars. They were in there. Angry. Hateful.

A dark silhouette appeared from behind the last ground squad member. The motion was too fast for me to know what it was. The black blob was crouching. It moved closer. There wasn’t supposed to be a seventh squad member. That was cattle.

“Free run!” I shouted while rushing forward.

“Free run!” shouted the other shepherds, joining me in the pursuit.

The ground squad spun around, raising their pulse cannons. The three on the opposite side hurried around the cage to face the threat. The other three fired, missing the silhouette by a fraction. The plasmablasts soared past the being, highlighting a humanoid creature standing upright wearing pants. Muscular arms ended in five-fingered hands, holding a pistol. The being fired the weapon at the closest ground squad unit. The scene lit up as the bullet ripped through the gun’s chamber and into the chest of our comrade.

Time slowed down as I ran. My motion was in autopilot. My mind was left in disarray, seeing the scowling face of the cattle in full light. The beige dirt-covered skin. Two eyes. Blue irises. Long black hair. It was human.

The cattle fired again, missing the next ground squad in front of him. They fired back. One of the pulse cannons’ plasma blasts hit him in the chest, throwing him back. The two shepherds and I arrived directly in front of the cattle. Our squad leader lunged his electro-spear at the being’s chest, causing his entire system to jolt and fall down lifeless.

I stared down at the cattle. At least I thought it was. No. It couldn’t be. I was looking down at a fellow human. Sure, the physique was less toned, and he was slightly smaller. That aside, it was undoubtfully human. An unmodified version.

[alexdrawsagain]

Learn about Alex via A-Z

Got tagged by @willhernandezdraws and saw @rebelcolumbia do this already so why not?

a - age: 23 and 3/4

b - biggest fear: Being Eaten Alive or Digested by blob monster

c - current time:  11:04

d - drink you last had: Orange Juice

e - every day starts with: Me wanting to spend more time in bed

f - favorite song: This is a friggin’ hard one. My itunes tells me the song i play the most is Redbone’s Come and Get your Love

g - ghosts, are they real: Short answer Yes. I was obsessed with ghosts when I was younger and retained a lot of the info I learned and will share right here if you’re interested.

Most of the time ghosts are just a replay of an event that happens and the spirit  isn’t even aware that they’re replaying the same role over and over again. They’re harmless but scary. Example the Phantom cars that chase people on lonely highways. A poltergeist is some kind of disembodied intelligence that has the ability to touch/move things(theorized to be some dead guy or a person who can move things with a thought but they often have little or no control over it or even know that they can do it). Usually ghosts are just handprints left on the concrete sidewalk that is this existence. However, before you can claim something is haunted you need extensive proof that whatever is going on can be classified as paranormal. Often there are really simple explanations for the haunting. Don’t believe those bull$#!t paranormal shows. They have to dress up ghost hunting to cover up the fact that 95% of time nothing happens and they’re just a bunch of dorks wandering around in the dark. Real ghost hunters live for the pants crappingly terrifying 5%. Parapsychology is a real science that most people treat as some glitzy supernatural nonsense. It uses THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD as a way to try and explain a haunting and sadly is filled with a bunch of dumbasses who give the field a bad name.

h - hometown: Somewhere in Illinois to which Dre thinks might as well be Narnia

i - in love with: No one.

j - jealous of: A lotta younger artists who’ve accomplished a lot and they’re a good 4 years younger than me. T_T

(k?)

l - last time you cried: I was cleaning some dishes with some Lime (it’s great for removing the smell before you add soap) and accidentally squeezed it too hard and it got in my eye and I cussed a storm.

m - middle name: Don’t have one

n - number of siblings: One

o - one wish: I just wish people would be nicer to each other and stop being so damn hateful and selfish to one another.

p - person you last called/texted: My Mom

q - questions you’re always asked: Did you do (X)? Which is either “Did you do this chore or are you responsible for this mess?“

r - reasons to smile: I’m actually having a hard time thinking of this one at the moment. 

s - song last sang: My Sweet Lord by George Harrison

t - time you woke up: 9 a.m.

u - underwear colour: Why do you care?

v - vacation destination: Some distant jungle moon orbiting a Saturn like planet.

w - worst habit:  My short temper

x - x-rays you’ve had:  Teeth

y - your favourite food: Oven roasted or grilled Ribs. Also Pizza.

z - zodiac sign: Leo

(Also @rebelcolumbia i’ll get to the aesthetics tag soon enough. )

[cep2000]

Where to Now, Albuquerque?

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News Editorial The seer, the jester and the scholar

So the earth continues to travel undisturbed in an unfathomably huge elliptical path around the sun, an impossibly massive, hot, yet verifiably real object only 93 million miles away. That burning blob of plasma gives us life. So remember that whatever spiritual, metaphysical, religious or scientific ideas this essay on prognostication engenders, we’re all ultimately sun worshippers and our god is at least 4.5 billion years old—constantly aflame with just the sort of radiation fleshy beings like us need to survive in the depths of space, by the way.

With all the uncertainty such a labyrinthine existential scheme breeds, it’s no doubt the big-brained, hairless, bipedal apes—of which you and I are invested tribe-members—are going to go seeking for further clarification.

That’s probably especially true these days, when American culture has just spent the past two years transitioning from a hopeful, progressive, democratic society with growing global reach into a dour yet determined, regressive populist-nationalist regime dressed in protectionist and isolationist costumes to hide its ravenous imperial nature.

What’s next? is not so much a rhetorical question or urgent bourgeois expletive uttered every month on bill day as it is the symbol of a real, growing quest to understand the massive changes facing human culture right now.

In the midst of crisis the answers folks seek tend to come from experts. The advice of the common man just won’t do it in times when there just ain’t no job growth and the North Koreans have an A-Bomb aimed at the heart of our enterprise. Economists are consulted. Planetary scientists. Mystics and lawyers. Rabbis, priests and bishops get a say too, as year-end predictions come pouring out through a gazillion media outlets.

But among our small communities, at the beginning of an all-too warm winter, we also tend to talk among ourselves. Here at Weekly Alibi, there’s always a plethora of the informed, curiously shaping and inhabiting the spaces of our lives right here in Burque.

Here’s who we talked to: local psychic Reta Crook-Bray, legendary Burqueño poet and bunny-man, Jeff Hartzer and public health scientist John Scariano. While their looks at the future varied and sometimes were at odds, they all wrote to us from their hearts about the future—the place where, the Amazing Criswell noted, we will spend the rest of our lives.

Reta Crook-Bray has been a part of the metaphysical/psychic community all of her life. While in high school her aunt and mother opened Abitha’s with the hope of bringing the tools to folks who practice the old ways. Reta has served Albuquerque’s Pagan community for near 30 years and looks forward to the years to come.

Weekly Alibi: What is happening in the world now, why have the last two years been so chaotic and where are we going?

Reta Crook-Bray: First, the past two years, fear and doubt have ruled side by side. Psychically meaning that once one allows fear and/or doubt to have a place in their life that person loses their own power.

The start to 2018 is blessing us with the full moon, Jan. 1. It is what is called a wolf moon and is full of strength and determination. It is also a supermoon, meaning that it is unusually close to the Earth, this will allow us to shed the guck and muck that we have been carrying for the past two or so years. Giving us the chance to lay a sound and strong foundation to build our goals and dreams upon.

Putting into place "resolutions" at this time of year is the norm, but think more if you will to be putting "the law" into effect, saying in effect, “This is how my year will be!” I will not settle for anything less than. … Placing such statements into your energy/aura, one is adding intention and purpose to what they want and deserve.

How will things continue to change in 2018?

2018 is going to be a great year. Full of opportunities and new experiences. If one works on growing a positive vibration of good intent, all the ill and negativity that has been breeding will have no place and will have no strength to meddle.

Are there forces at work in this world beyond what the average human imagines? Are those forces working for or against us?

The extra energies that have been "hanging" around have been with us on this plane since Samhain, also known as Halloween. Several folks have felt the presence of their loved ones and others who have passed for several weeks now, not knowing exactly why but open to understanding it.

During the time of Samhain the veil between our world and the next becomes very thin. At that time spirits are able to visit and if they wish help those of us on the physical plane with what we might be trying to achieve. Energies of our guides, ancestors and guardian angels are always with us to try and help keep us on the path that we were placed upon from birth.

With that, there are also energies that when they left their physical body did not wish to leave this plane and have taken up a space filling it with a harmful and malice desire to harm those who physically reside in that space.

When off feelings come over you you can call out or pray for safety and protection from anything that wishes you harm. Cleansing your home, work, car, family and self will help clear these energies from the space and allow more peace and positive energy to reside.

What about all the dry warm weather this winter, what does that mean?

This past November, I saw a post of my friend’s daughter building a snowman, normal for this time of year? yes. Where they live? No. My friend and her family live in Covington, La., just outside New Orleans. Here in New Mexico I see it as a blessing. Meaning that there are beings that are part of the land and are trying all that they can to make a better place for all of us. In doing so the energetic vibrations are so high that the traditional winter has no place here at this time.

Anything else you might want to add about the human condition, hope, the future?

As we go into 2018, keep your vibrations positive. When doubt wiggles into your thoughts tell it to "go away," or, "Be gone before someone drops a house on you." Give those negative thoughts and ill intent wishes no place to call home. And above all else be good to each other.

A lifelong educator, writer, poet and photographer—who was also one of this town’s first legitimate bloggers—Jeff Hartzer is also the curator of Bunnytown USA and a partner at AirDance ArtSpace. He has been a fresh and chaotic voice of this desert since 1985.

Weekly Alibi: What did you dream about 2018?

Jeff Hartzer: I awoke on New Year’s Day in the midst of an action-packed apocalyptic dream. A group including me, was each looking to hide in a ghost town similar to the set of AMC’s season one of “Preacher” at the Bonanza Creek Ranch in Cerrillos—with dusty roads, old half-open buildings and surrounded by a very vast unknown of emptiness. In this dream, no one knew each other, no one knew the apparently mobile enemy. We were each weaponless, lost, hungry, tired, dirty and very afraid. We were not hiding from zombies but rather from a mobile humanity on the hunt. And, we each felt helpless and yes, hopeless.

My dream was not an auspicious start to what the Chinese Zodiac refers to as the “Year of the Earth Dog” (2/16/2018-2/4/2019). Our Commander-in-Chief was unfortunately born in 1946, making him in the Chinese parlance, an Earth Dog; yet, number 45 is the only POTUS in 130 years to not own a dog. Why would he? He genuinely only loves himself with no room for pets in his tiny cone of ‘love’. He even made “Merry Christmas” all about himself. Jesus! On the other paw, dogs receive all of our love (or hate) and return only geometrically increased amounts of true unconditional love no matter how kicked around or ignored they may be.

What do your dreams say about Albuquerque?

The world famous Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta will be canceled this year for lack of “hot air”—the stuff will be spewing unabated in Washington, leading to a ballooning crisis. Our Peetza Governor will secede to the Democrats as scheduled. At least three giant big box stores will be reborn as marijuana dispensaries. Mother Earth’s sacred salt beds will tire of mistakes at WIPP; results unknown.

Don Schrader will finally have to pay taxes after the skyrocketing sales of brewskis and apparel merch for his new brew, WHIZZBANGERS goes national. At thefullwiki.org Don shares, “I have drunk my piss every day since 11/10/1999.” Party on, Don. Zozobra will finally marry up and have little Zozos just like Orbit’s little ones. Finally and most importantly, I predict that Mayor Tim Keller’s new beard will become white by next Christmas.

As a scientist, John Scariano works with large amounts of healthcare data to determine positive outcomes for his patients. A Chicago native, he’s also passionate about culture and politics and has 28 years of teaching and research experience at the UNM School of Medicine, Department of Pathology.

Weekly Alibi: How will American life and health be affected in 2018?

John Scariano: The life expectancy in the US will decrease again this year, largely to the huge amount of opioid addiction we’re discovering especially among white, middle class, middle-aged adults.

In the larger scope of things, how will the health of the planet be affected this year?

Approval of previously banned neonicotinoid pesticides—made possible by the Trump administration—will cause continued decrease in specifice pollinating insect populations, particularly bumble- and honeybee populations. On a related note, the western US will continue to face a significant drought and subsequently there will be more wildfires.

What do you see as an outcome to this and other scientific issues?

Despite the denigration of science and scientists, reason and clear thinking will gain a new beach head after Nov. 2018.

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[hugsandchaos]

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, so I will. Orbit, the ghost blob in Eudaemon, is actually 523 years old. They see Danny as a baby ghost since he’s been a half ghost for around half a year now. A very big one with different needs, but still a baby ghost. They’re very worried for the baby ghost because they can’t feed on emotions very well and there’s practically no ectoplasm in the area!

Not only that, but the baby ghost’s emotional health is very worrying! He doesn’t feel very safe around these strangers, so he’s not very emotionally healthy right now. Sooner or later, his physical health will begin to decline even more due to lack of proper food! Just thought you should know.

[hugsandchaos]

Danny: I need a boost.

Orbit: You’re a wonderful person and people say great things about you!

Danny: I meant caffeine, but thank you.

Orbit: Oh. My mistake.