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[ask-inkheart]

Number 2 of birthday fan art for jitters ^^ they have had a huge impact on me growing into my self and so this art was fun to do <3 happy birthday Jitterbugjive

[brgroat]

Name: George

Type: Lingering 

Background: George was an English stage actor in life, during the 1930s. He was also a fan of Dickens’ work.   

He died at the age of 51 from pneumonia. Now, he sees little reason to pass on;  now he can play ghosts! Being a fan of Charles Dickens, Jacob Marley is the role he aspires to the most- he is seen here in costume for the role. (Though he needs to be sure to change his expression to match the role...!)  

Creator’s Note: This is my submission to the @mymagicgrandpa/@jitterbugjive  ghost contest. 

(I did have a second idea of a protector ghost, based on an idea I’ve had for several years. But since I didn’t know if I was allowed to make more than one submission, and because I might still manage to write a story for her myself, I decided to go with this one.) 

[namonakirei]

This is Mags! She’s an echo ghost drawn for @jitterbugjive‘s @mymagicgrandpa ghost-themed art contest! I tried to make a comic for her but my computer’s ports are fried... as is the motherboard, ahahaha, so I can’t post much art or comics stuff because I can’t use my tablet until I am able to purchase a new computer. More about Mags after the cut! Be warned, it’s really long.

So Mags is an Echo Ghost. Echo Ghosts are Ghosts who repeat an important moment of their lives, or their deaths, over and over again and they’re the type of ghost I chose for this contest. I liked Echo ghosts best because they have so much potential in a story, in my opinion. Of course, all ghosts have good potential, but I very much like the variety of stories that can be portrayed with echo ghosts; a child ghost that hears a noise in the dark, and repeats getting out of bed to find their parents, feeling that primal dread of being stalked until they are killed by a murderer; a person repeating the last argument with their child/parent/lover before an untimely death and their feeling of anguish and loss, fear that they’ll never be with their loved one again; someone reliving the moment a loved one nearly fell off a cliff or was ran over and saved them at the cost of their life, but only remembers the fear and not that they managed to save the person; someone who just heard the announcement that a civil war is to start and keeps reliving going to find their friends, only to find out they’ve been arrested for being in the ‘wrong side’. I guess what makes this my favourite kind of ghost is that fear doesn’t have to be limited to fear of their death. It can be fear for another person, a phobia, a fear of your culture or society crumbling; you can use this type of ghost to tell a story of PTSD, anxiety, paranoia, or a murderer, the collapse of a country seen from the ghosts’ perspective; you can have a detective story where the characters figure out what time the ghost is from and what they are repeating and find the right social and cultural context they’re in so you can find the best way to convince them they have nothing to fear anymore, and so on. I really like this versatility!

I first wanted to do something complex and cool and flashy with a deep interweaving storyline, where I’d make a comic to show the background and then the repeating moment... I thought I’d do something spooky, but then as I was sketching stuff, Mags showed up, unprompted. Mags is a sweet girl who used to live with Nona, and one day Nona didn’t come back. Mags has been waiting for her ever since. Mags died in some violent event- someone broke into the house, and Mags got in the way, not knowing what was going on. Her right eye is ruined, so her hair is unconsciously styled to cover it; she hates it being uncovered without really knowing why. Mags doesn’t know that she’s dead. She just knows her routine, and that she has to stick to it, and that Nona will come back, because she has to, right? ...Right?

More specifically, Mags is a ghost who is probably somewhere in the autism spectrum. She stuck to a routine in life, and she follows it after death, because she knows her routine is good, and breaking out of it is bad. She doesn’t deal well with changes, and will follow her routine even if elements of it aren’t there, or else she is likely to have a breakdown. She’s scared of changes, she’s scared of her Nona being gone, she’s scared of being alone. Her fear is that her Nona is never coming back and she’ll be all alone forever. The more time alone she spends, the more scared she is. She’s afraid she’ll be abandoned, since she was abandoned by her parents as a child because they didn’t want to/couldn’t care for her. She’s afraid she’s alone forever now, so she repeats her routine and tries to pretend everything is normal. At first it was just bits of it she kept repeating, like her morning routine, but the more lonely and scared she got, she started repeating longer and longer bits of the day. Now she’s repeating almost the whole day, getting more and more desperate for her Nona. She doesn’t have an exact memory of the time that’s passed or that she’s repeating her day to day, though, but the emotions stick with her, the loneliness and fear, and they build from loop to loop.

I may post a bit of Mag’s routine as a short story, but this post is getting pretty long now.

[blueamerican]

This cranky looking lady is my entry for @jitterbugjive​ s @mymagicgrandpa design a ghost art contest ( http://jitterbugjive.tumblr.com/submit ). Go check it out!

Christina DuBerry was a up and coming french model in life when she married an extremely wealthy American man she met at one of her shows. At first the man was charming, and gifted her with anything she could want; and so for a time they were happy together in Paris. However, as her fame grew, and she traveled more and more often, her husband grew suspicious. Jealous of the men and women he imagined she was sleeping with whenever she wasn’t within his sight. As his jealously grew, the man became extremely possessive and unstable, and attempted to force Christina to quit her career and move with him to America. But she refused, this was no longer the man she had loved.

Her husband flew into a rage! She must not want him because she had found someone else!  Fearful of the man she no longer recognized, Christina ran. She didn’t even make it to the back door before she felt the knife slid across her throat. . .

Now Cristina DuBerry haunts her husbands wedding band as a vengeful spirit. Growing more bitter each year as the man she had once loved, then been betrayed and murdered by, wears the band he had slipped on when he promised her a life full of happiness. Now she waits for the most opportune moment to enact her vengeance. She doesn’t just want him to die, she wants him to suffer beyond imagining.

“ Hell has no fury like a woman scorned. “

Though Christina is vengeful ghost, I’m actually super interested in the unfortunate ghost type! It’d been a lot of fun follow them on their journey as they solved what happened to them.

[sparkyarmadillo]

The ghost from my previous drawing, but in a less ghosty-power version, more human. Protector type (but my favourite would have to be either lingering or trickster) This is Amelia Vasht. She died in 1934 at 16 from a grave illness that took her life due to malnutrition making her unable to fight it. This was during a hard time, the Great Depression that spread through America and many other coutries. During her life, however, Amelia was quite happy. Despite her poor circumstances at a younger age, being in a poor kept orphans home, she encountered a theatre troupe that willingly took her in as they did with some other children who had been alone. She was the youngest of the five kids there and would help out by moving things backstage. While there wasn’t much she could do, being only 5, the others were happy to have her around. It was a found family. They all grew cllser over time and Amelia bloomed to be a very passionate and caring young girl. She’d always be looking out for her family, especcially if they were sad or upset, and soon started mking little gifts that she’d have a meaning behind to give to who ever was having a troubling time. The first of these gifts was after a year nd a half or so of living with the troupe. She made a white mask with one smiling cresent eye, and the other a sad cresent eye, of which she gave to one of the actors after a string of unfortunate events that just became to much when his luck mask had broken. Amelia gave him the new mask and explained how glad she was to hbe found them, and what love she felt from her found family and how that helped her get out of the shell she had built up, helped her be more open and free and expressive, so she wanted to do something in return. The actor soon told the whole troupe the story and the mask became a uniting symbol of sorts for everyone to aim to be as a person to eachother. The troupe took a hard toll when the depressipn came around though. With funds being tight, no one came to the play house and the troupe was forced to disband to find work. This wasn’t, however, before Amelia passed.

Fueled by her connection to the troupe and the family she had there, she was determined to keep watch over the play house where they had stayed most of the time and thus where she largely grew up and all called home.

She was confused at first when she was a new ghost, not knowing quite how she could’ve survived her illness. Panic came over as everyone started to leave over the next few days. The troupe master was last to leave and he talked quietly to Amelia’s spirit that he beleived to reside, and he said they would always be there. He left the mask on the stage and the day after he left, the play house shut down. Taking up the mask, Amelia protects the place she called home and what it meant to her and those in her family and will continue to do so until the joy and bonds it represents can be shown again.