#ghost sprite

[thesoulspulse]

I am having way too much fun adding a ghostly glow to my rpg maker sprites. Not sure when I made the Wulf one (which took forever to create btw since I made his sprite entirely from scratch) but of course I had to give him a “glow up” along with a bunch of my oc’s. We’ve got Mycena, Scarlet Rose, and my cinnamon bun Whisper.

[mysteriouslynn]

Pokemon Ghost Sprite

[witchy-wxman-blog]

Rest || Ghost Sprite

Halloween was magical. Truly magical. Zero had planned the entire day- every potion she’d make, every spell she’d cast, every step she’d take. It was set up to be a religious experience, metaphorically.

So when her eyes opened and she was blinded by the bright white lights of the hospital, Zero was rightfully confused.

The day had been fine. Exciting, even. Zerophina had kissed Soleil’s lips as soon as she’d stirred in the morning (which had been even earlier than her moon, an unprecedented event saved only for All Hallow’s Eve) and had gone out into the foggy, cold air. All day the ghost girl had felt like a skeleton; she’d felt jittery, on edge, filled with antici... pation. She could have sworn that she had heard her friend Persephone once or twice, calling to her from just beyond the treeline.

And maybe she was. Maybe, since it was Halloween and the Veil was thin, she could hear her friend. But Zero doubted it. She just ignored it, focused wholly on the work she’d planned for herself for the day, except for the few times when she remembered that Soleil was around and she left her spot hurriedly to plant kisses on her moon’s bright cheeks and soft lips the way that Soleil so gently planted gardens of flowers. That had been their day: Zero murmuring to herself the spells and incantations she imbued into her work and zipping through the house or the woods to find Soleil because she just couldn’t keep herself still.

Eventually she realized that it was power that was coursing through her. It had been a long time since she’d last felt that old friend, a long time indeed. Zero had worked very hard to keep that friend away, but lately she had been having a hard time keeping it stifled. It came to her in dreams sometimes. Flashes of memories, of the black fire that had once consumed her. Sometimes she missed it very much.

It had all escalated very quickly. The closer time grew to midnight the harder she felt the power pulsing through her veins. It seeped deep into her bones and blotted out the words etched into her ribs. Soleil and home and love. By the time she realized that it was the Darkness, that she had lost control, it was too late.

The fire didn’t burn Zero’s flesh. It had been the dark water bubbling violently in the large pot on the fire. For a moment she had seen Soleil’s face and had reached out to touch her, and had realized that she’d been tricked too late. Her arm ached down to the Darkness-coated bone suddenly and as her vision faded, she screamed.

@naturessoleil

[the-greatprince-blog]

Ghost Sprite // My Moon, My Night Sky // 

@the-witch-ghost @naturessoleil

“It mattered little to her that she had known the ghost for barely a week...Time was a man made construct. What normal Mundus had, they did not. There were eons that they could spend together getting to know each other, to spend their time together. They could go at a pace that was comfortable to them. And if anyone were to question it, well it didn’t exactly matter.” 

From the second these two swanky ladies met at the carnival over the carnage of pumpkins, I was instantly intrigued, the kind of intrigue that tugs you a lil bit closer...that makes you turn the page. Ghost Sprite, in other words, stood out to me. They seem meant to be, which is also sort of amazing since they weren’t at all planned-- it was just serendipity, those stars aligning, to bring us this interesting play of elements. Life, death, time, what it means to be alive, what it means to have a physical body, what it means to use our bodies. Not to mention that I think both of these characters lend themselves to excellent, elegant prose that’s really fun for a writer to read AND I was hooked on the Ghostly Letters, which were quite creative. All in all, 10/10, want more content. /slams fist on table. 

[thesoulspulse]

I made a new sprite for my rpg maker project "Ghost Stories" based off an rp on my side discord server. In it, Iris encountered a certain ghost that turns out to be Spectra's sister only she feeds on fear similar to the Fright Knight being empowered by it in general. We named her Hexia.

[witchy-wxman-blog]

Alfred || Ghost Sprite

Zero: My love, I believe that there is something wrong with Alfred.

Zero: He has not eaten today.

[witchy-wxman-blog]

Aftermath, After Care || Ghost Sprite

@naturessoleil

It did not take Zerophina long to find her moon.

She had sprinted through the streets to the hospital, cursing every hell hound she passed. They could only be out if a rift had been undone, if the gates had been flung open. It would explain why she had fought with the Darkness so much as of late (and why when she touched her dried flowers, sometimes, they were swallowed into black fire). She’d done well to keep it hidden, but now she was afraid that she would not be able to control it for much longer.

She wanted to pit her fire against the hounds. She wanted to show them that those who hurt her moon would pay.

She had never been into this hospital or any hospital ever. What could the mundus do that she could not? The plants had everything that Zero needed to help Soleil, to make it better. She needed honey, maybe black tea, aloe if she could find it. They did not need the terrifying mundus hospital. They needed to be at home.

Once the ghost girl had entered the building she stopped, focused on the emotions around her. And she felt it; her moon was here, her soul tugging at Zero’s. She flew as fast as she possibly could, letting Soleil’s pull on her being guide her, and soon she stumbled into her tangible body beside her moon in a bright white hospital bed.

“Soleil, what happened?” she asked, breathless. “What do you need?”

[witchy-wxman-blog]