#not gonna tag all the ghosts heck;;

[zhao-tianyou]

me looking for rudy or gaz stories in his respective tag and being spammed with ghost x reader stories instead 

#call of duty modern warfare II #what the heck bruh #i get the ones that have him in it if its like hc and stuff #but its like full ghost x reader stories that dont have him at all #i think im gonna have to start blocking so that stuff is out of the tag #shit is annoying #ghost is great tho #i just want gaz or rudy stuff instead #also i keep spelling his name rudi because ive been watching too much nopixel #shut up kristen

[arcaneauthor]

Tattoos Tell A Story part 2

Part 1 here, Part 3 here

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Summary: You decide to give Ghost a taste of his own medicine

Warnings: None?, Some kissing??, FLUFF, Ghost being bby gurl

A/n: This was requested by @v1naco . I hope I did your wonderful idea justice! Also how the heck did this end up so long??

You would like to make one thing clear.

You love watching Simon get tattoos.

Not only is his deliciously huge arm on full display, but the way his muscles flex when the needle hit a particularly sensitive part of his arm?

Oh you were down bad.

Yes you know he’s technically in pain but come onnn-

He had wanted to get the date of one of his most recent victorious mission tattooed on the inside of his bicep.

What kind of mission was it? You weren’t sure, you know, with it being “classified” and all.

He told you in secret at home

Once told of his plans, you had immediately accepted to tag along and boy are you glad you did. Originally it was for the purpose of just spending as much time with your boyfriend as possible, but you didn’t realize it’d be such a sight.

“Enjoying the view there sweetheart?”

You startle slightly, flicking your eyes away from his arm to Ghost’s masked face. You know there’s a smirk hiding under there somewhere.

Cocky bastard

You clear your throat, repositioning in your seat slightly ,”Uh, no I-I was just….. admiring Jackson’s handiwork.” You claim.

Simon looks you up and down,“Mhm, whatever you say love.”

Jackson, the tattoo artist, just chuckles at the couples antics, eyes never leaving his work.

Ghost knew Jackson pretty well due to him having worked on most of his arm sleeve. He was the only artist in the area that would agree to the service of a scarily large man in a sketchy skull mask and hood, the others immediately declined as soon as he stepped through the door, some even reaching for their phone in a concealed panic. Not that they could really be blamed for their hesitance. He is pretty intimidating if you didn’t know him.

Your eyes now purposefully wander anywhere around the parlor except Simon. You would not be giving him the pleasure of catching you gawking again.

Your gaze skims over a variety of stencils hung on the walls. You never minded the idea of getting a tattoo yourself, you were just too indecisive to ever settle on one.

But maybe one of Jackson’s will stick out to me, you think as you exam the references pinned to the wall

Maybe a bird?

Or a moon?

Possibly a flower?

Oo, that bunny’s pretty cute.

Maybe a-

Wait

Is that-

You squint your eyes to see it clearer, before they quickly widen again

It is

You can’t help the slight maniacal smirk that overtakes your face

That one’s perfect

-+-

It had been about a week since the tattoo parlor and honestly? You had almost forgotten about the whole thing. Simon had still yet to notice your skins new…..addition. You’d think a military man would be more observant.

Although, in your boyfriends defense, it was so small and in such a hidden place that even you yourself had a hard time seeing it.

You and Ghost were in the kitchen together, him in charge of the noodles while you made the sauce. Normally y’all would just order some take-out, but you both decided to try something new. Neither you or him were five star chefs by any means, only able to follow along to a recipe. A very detailed recipe.

You were leaning over the stove just trying to stir the ingredients though your hair obviously did not get the memo. No matter what you did, tucking it behind your ear, blowing it back with your mouth, it just would not get out of your face.

You pull a strand in front of you, eyes almost crossing from it being so close, and glared at it as if it had personally offended you.

I swear to gosh, one day I’m just gonna freaking shave all of it off-

“Here,” comes a distinctly deep, British voice from behind. When had he gotten over here?,”Let me.”

You feel the strands of hair get pulled gently from your grasp as he gradually gathers it all into one extremely large hand. He gingerly rakes his fingers through your locks, eliminating any knots or lumps. Using the hair band from his wrist, where did he get that from?, he joins all of it into a ponytail.

You’re kinda sad to feel his fingers retreat from your scalp.

You run a hand over your head, examining his work. You’re fairly surprised to feel that there’s only a small hump or two.

“Hm, not bad for a man with sandpaper hands.” You jest with a smile.

You don’t get a response

The sound of breathing coming from behind tells you he hasn’t moved either.

“Simon?” You question, turning to look over your shoulder.

The man in question was standing stock still, you’d think he was a mannequin if not for his chest moving up and down. His gaze zeroed in on your ear.

You instinctively raise a hand to the spot in question, and that’s when it finally dawns on you.

He’s not looking at your ear.

No, he’s looking behind it.

You smile

So your little game of spot the difference was finally over.

“You like it?” You ask smugly

Simon doesn’t know what to say, just eye’s the nape of your neck in bewilderment. This was absolutely not here before. Where your skin was previously unblemished, now contains a tattoo about the size of his thumb.

A skull tattoo.

“When did you get this?” He asks instead, finger coming up to rub over it, almost as if he thinks it’s fake, thinks that the ink will smudge under his thumb.

“‘Bout a week ago.” You admit with a shrug, trying to be nonchalant about it.

His eyes finally shift to your face,”And you didn’t tell me?”

You shoot him an unimpressed look, grabbing his arm that contains the tattoo of your name and pushing it in his face,”Hypocritical much?”

He looks from his arm, to your tattoo, then to your face, as if he was putting together a puzzle.

“Is the tattoo an expression of love or a ploy of revenge?” He asks with suspicion.

You shrug, a smile gracing the corner of your mouth,”Can’t it be both?”

He eyes you for a moment, shaking his head in exasperation, but you could of swore his eyes lit in amusement.

Oh!

You about forgot something!

“Did you notice any details about it, a letter perhaps?” You question coyly.

No he hadn’t

He gently grips your chin to turn it to the side, dipping his head a little to get a closer look.

Oh.

He can see it now.

There’s a few cracks on the side of the skull and , if he looks close enough, he can see that they join to make a letter.

S

“Does tha-does that stand for-“

“Simon? Yeah, yeah it does.”

He stands there, just silently rubbing your tattoo again for a moment. You’re not complaining though, you’re just soaking in his touch. His fingers feel good.

You clear your throat, gently taking a hold of the hand rubbing your neck,”So? You like i-“

You’re cut off by him surging forward, capturing you in a kiss.

Definitely worth the pain of the needle.

-*-

You were both laying in bed after supper, your stomachs full. Full of take-out, not home cooked pasta because you may or may not have gotten distracted and singed the noodles and turned the toast to basically charcoal.

You were in a spooning position, his large arms wrapped around your waist, mask finally taken off in the darkness of your room.

“You know,” He breaks the silence,”I really do appreciate it, the tattoo.”

“Thought it was only fair. You know, with you getting one for me and all.” Your voices are soft, just whispers in the night.

“You know you didn’t have to do it, right? Not just cause I did.” Anyone that didn’t know Simon would judge from his gruff voice that he was bored or uninterested, maybe even irritated. But you did know him, which means you easily pick up on even the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice.

Your brows furrow,”That’s not the only reason I got it.”

When you receive only silence you look over your shoulder at him, “You know that, right?” You ask as if it was obvious. You thought it was.

Once again, you receive only silence. You really wish it wasn’t so dark so you could read his expressions.

You shift your body so that you’re fully facing him.

“Hey,” you reach for the hand around you’re waist and hold it to your chest,”You know I love you right?”

“Yeah?” You don’t like that he sounds so hesitant.

“Simon,” you make sure he knows you’re serious,”I love you. You’re the only person I ever want to love, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, and I sure as heck ain’t planning going anywhere anytime soon. So why wouldn’t I want evidence of you on my body?” You use your other hand to cup his cheek.

The breath he lets out sounds shaky, letting you know your little speech hit him right in the way you wanted it to. You can’t see anything but the outline of his figure, though you swear you can feel his gaze piercing you.

He brings the hand you’re not holding to rub the spot behind your ear where you know his initial lies.

“I love you too,” He confesses on a quivering exhale.

You slowly lean in for a kiss, not quite sure where his lips are in the dark but somehow hitting them almost perfectly the first try, almost as if it was second nature to you now. That’s something you never really felt before Simon. Sure you had locked lips with other guys but you never knew there could be such emotion in just a kiss. With him, it’s almost like your minds, as well as your lips, are closely connected for that moment. You can feel the love, the passion, the joy, all of it with just a touch of mouths.

Ghost is the one to break it first, breath fanning over your face as he speaks,”I just have one question.”

“Hm?” Your mind is still frazzled by that short intense make out session.

“Was it when I went to the bar with Johnny that Friday?”

Your mind slowly catches on to what he’s saying, letting out a small giggle. That’s confirmation enough for him.

“And you said you were just gonna have a lazy night in?” His fake anger makes your giggles worse.

“You went to the stinking parlor instead didn’t you?”

You don’t even know why this has tickled you so badly, but soon Simon’s own deep chuckles join yours.

He pulls you into his chest, “Sneaky girl.”

You two just laugh harder

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley fanfic #fanfic #ghost fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #soft ghost #ghost fluff #fluffy #imagines #call of duty #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #gaming

[miss-tc-nova]

Behind That Smile - Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

I like animal facts. Definitely recommend checking out the vet!yuu tag by blackopals-world.

Premise: Hyenas can bite through bone

Words: 1,537

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, Halloween event spoilers

~~~~~

               “Ruggie, if you don’t slow down, you’re gonna be sick.”

               Those cloudy-sky eyes manage to tear away from his plate long enough to peer up at me. It’s impressive he doesn’t choke as he swallows all the food in his mouth.

               “Are you kidding? I’m just getting started!” He catches sight of Epel walking by with a plate of meat and he awes. “Oh I haven’t tried that yet! I gotta go get some!”

               In a bolt, he’s out of his chair, already filling another plate. I shake my head with a sigh; however, at my side, the Diasomnian vice-housewarden chuckles.

               “Isn’t his appetite simply astounding?”

               “It’s impressive alright,” I hum. “I just wish he’d slow down before he chokes.”

               “But he still has so much to go through if he hopes to sample everything here,” Lilia says.

               He is right about that. Malleus, Lilia, Grim, and I had set out to help the ghosts enjoy the Halloween party that they missed. We had a beautiful venue, Malleus had the music covered, and we had the rest of Night Raven College on a scavenger hunt for mirror shards to fix our atmospheric lighting. However, one of the most astonishing features of the night were the tables absolutely stacked with food from all over Twisted Wonderland—courtesy of the ghosts themselves.

               And Ruggie is having the time of his life.

               Said hyena returns with various meat piled on his plate, but at the bottom sits a hunk of beef still clinging to the bone. It’s comically large and I honestly thought food like that only existed in cartoons. Yet Ruggie isn’t perturbed in the slightest as he chomps through everything he brought.

               I have a small chat with Lilia while Ruggie eats. It comes to a stop though when the hyena cleans the ridiculously large bone.

               “Finished already?” Lilia asks.

               “Not even.” He holds up the large bone in his hand. “This is the best part.”

               Without hesitation, Ruggie puts the skeletal matter into his mouth and bites.

               The crunching sound that follows shocks me to my core; it echoes in my ears. The sight of the splintered bone infests my brain and intrusive thoughts force me to imagine that as my arm. It’s mind blowing to think that this kid I’ve been hanging out with nearly every day could chomp through something so solid with such little effort.

               “My, that’s quite a bite you’ve got there,” Lilia remarks.

               Ruggie gives him a glance between getting at the marrow of the bone. “Yeah, I get told that often but it’s pretty normal in my family. My grammy used to give them to me when I was little.” He laughs. “She said it kept me quiet when I was annoying her.”

               “I’ll have to make note of that,” Lilia laughs. “I suppose that means there really isn’t much you won’t eat.”

               A shiver flies down my spine as he crunches the bone like candy. “Hey, if it’s edible, it’s worth trying at least once.”

               Throughout the rest of the night, I can’t get the image of Ruggie breaking bones out of my head. Again, the intrusive thoughts don’t help.

               The night ends and Malleus returns everyone safely to Night Raven College. There’s seems to be a lot of relief that Halloween has finally ended, but everyone agrees that it’s time to get some sleep.

               “So you had a hand in this entire mess.”

               My heart skips as Ruggie catches up to me and Grim on our way back to Ramshackle.

               “I guess you could say that.”

               “Heck yeah we did!” Grim climbs my costume to stand on my shoulder. “And we planned the best party ever!”

               “Yeah you did. The food was great.” Immediately, I divert my eyes away from Ruggie’s grin. I’m not sure I can ever look at that smile the same again.

               Though the conversation stays light, I keep my gaze occupied on the way back to my shabby little dorm. I would look at anything—the castle overhead, the rising sun, the rusted gate, the drowsy cat in my arms—as long as it wasn’t Ruggie.

               I tuck the blanket around my magic partner who quickly crashed on our way back. With a soft smile, I place his hat on the nightstand and stroke his head. The feline mumbles something about “awesome dance moves” as he rolls over to continue his dream.

               “Man, I thought he’d be up for hours with how wired he was,” Ruggie says as I close the door behind me.

               I glance down the hall, trying to put on a light-hearted air. “I think he just finally hit that sugar crash.”

               “Hey, are you okay?”

               “Yeah, I’m fine.”

               “Then why won’t you look at me?”

               Embarrassment simmers in my ears. This whole thing is stupid.

               “It’s nothing. I’m just being silly.” Raising my head, I look him in the eye and put on a smile. “I’m fine.” Immediately after those words leave my mouth, I can’t help glancing at his lips and my gaze instantly averts.

               “Yeah right. You’re avoiding me.” Ruggie ducks down, trying to look me in the eyes, but I just can’t. “Aw, c’mon. You mad at me or somethin’?”

               “N-No.” I avoid him again.

               “Then what?”

               The intrusive thoughts themselves aren’t really anything to be ashamed of. “Look, I just…I’m trying to block out the intrusive thoughts, okay?”

               There’s a pause. “What kind of intrusive thoughts?”

               But the contents of those thoughts kind of are.

               “Ruggie…” I groan.

               “Just tell me, will ya. You know I’m not gonna leave you alone ‘til you do.”

               He’s right—I know he won’t. It takes me a few moments filled with deep breaths and expectant stares to finally get the words out.

               “I’m just having a hard time getting the image of you crunching through that bone out of my head, okay? Can we just drop it now?”

               “The bone?” Glancing to him, I can see the gears turning in his head. “You’re not tellin’ me you’re scared of my bite now, are ya?”

               I pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s less that I’m afraid and more that I can’t stop imaging you biting through things.”

               “You mean like this?”

               My stomach flips when the hyena grabs my arm. In a swift motion, he draws my sleeve back and brings the limb to his mouth, those massive, gleaming teeth resting against my skin. The image of that snapping bone fills my head. I shut my eyes and brace for the core-rattling snapping sound and the inevitable pain to follow.

               Instead I hear a soft chuckle. Warm, gentle lips meet my skin, instantly drawing my gaze back. Embers smolder behind his eyes as he trails soft kisses down to the back of my hand. A last reverent press of his lips meets my knuckles before his fingers intertwine with mine.

               “You gotta know I could never hurt you.” Even his voice is infested with the heat quickly enflaming my own bashfulness. This smooth criminal then leans in, lips brushing against my cheek causing the air to hitch in my chest. “Not even if my life depended on it.”              

               Then, Ruggie retreats, that ever-lovable simper warped into something warm and gentle. Meanwhile, with my skin on fire, I press against the wall in an attempt to keep myself from collapsing. I’m positive his ears—even hidden beneath that marauder’s hat—can hear the pounding in my chest. And if he didn’t hear that, the shuddering exhale from my mouth is probably thoroughly satisfying.

               “What’s wrong, sugar?” he asks, absolutely full of himself right now.

                My free hand presses to my face in a shoddy attempt to calm my nerves. “What a cruel criminal you are to toy with my feelings like this.”

               “All in a days work for a scurvy pirate—stealin’ such precious treasures as hearts, shyehehe.” There’s that smooth tongue. “But who said I was playin’?”

               The grip on my hand tightens and I swear he’s squeezing my heart.

               “Ruggie…?”

               “Didn’t even need to trick-or-treat to get me the best prize.” Some of his mischief returns. “Man, a full feast and I get the cutest kid on campus? I really did make off like a pirate with all the treasure this year.”

               It seems my legs are stable enough to hold their own weight again. “I don’t know about that.”

               “Oh I do. I could just eat you up.” He laughs in the face of my glare. “Too soon?”

               “I’m going to bed now.”

               My announcement doesn’t seem to deter Ruggie from pestering me, chattering about random things. Yet I’m not entirely inclined to send him off. Instead, he sheds his coat and boots and flops onto the bed beside me—his hand finding mine like the greedy man he is. It doesn’t take long after that for the conversation to lull and consciousness to drift.

               Those intrusive thoughts return frequently from then on out. Ruggie always had the potential to seriously hurt me. But every time he smiles, I’m reminded of that pirate in Ramshackle on Halloween night. I remember just how gentle that mouth can be—and how quickly it can sink those fangs into my heart.

#ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #twst ruggie #gender neutral reader

[alianarepasa]

Little Toy Prince: Chapter Prologue

Summary: After bringing in a wooden Christmas toy Nutcracker, which for some reason, looks like his ex-rival, SMG3 woke up from a noise in the upper floor of his cafe. Little did he know, he will be experiencing the classic Christmas story, without any knowledge of its story.

Tags: Inspired by Barbie in the Nutcracker, Nutcracker Story

Note: Thanks to Olive/lullabycreations for being my proof-reader for the Prologue and Chapter 1, even if they have no knowledge on SMG4

“HUH?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER HEARD ABOUT THE NUTCRACKER?! IT’S ONE OF THE CLASSIC CHRISTMAS STORY SMG3!” said in shocked expression by a dude in a blue sweater with white overall, to his purple sweater with black overall doppelganger ex-rival now friend, SMG3.

SMG3 groans. “SMG4, almost 2 years ago, you said to your friends that I didn’t celebrate Christmas with anyone in my entire life. How in the hell are you shocked that I didn't hear that story before?” He said with an irritated look.

SMG3 never really celebrated Christmas in his whole life during his time as a villain. Yea sure, he knows what the holiday is all about due to seeing a lot of ads, and kept hearing those Christmas songs everywhere, but he never cared and/or had time to celebrate it for all those years. But ever since SMG4 invited him to celebrate it with his friends, he at least had a good time with it. Even if his first Christmas from 2021 causes him too much trouble for being destructive in the Blooperville, while his last year's second Christmas was almost destroyed, while also being saved with the help of everyone in that Christmas dinner by his and SMG4’s avatar, Mario, by accidentally hurting Melony’s axolotl, it is at least a fun time. 

However, he never really has interested, to look up at some Christmas related content, especially those Christmas stories, like “A Christmas Carol”, “The Little Match Girl”, “The Polar Express” or any of those kinds of story, with of course what SMG4 mentioned to SMG3, “The Nutcracker”.

SMG4 then concernedly explained, but not a very loud kind of response to SMG3’s question. “Well, I know that you DON’T celebrate Christmas in the past, but I always thought that you may have heard about the Nutcracker, or any kind of Christmas stories!” “Well surprise! I may know what Christmas is, but it does not mean I know what kind of Christmas story that I read, heard, or heck! Seen before!” SMG3 responds back in a harsh tone, but not in an insulting kind of harsh.

“Even the Barbie version?!” SMG4 exclaimed, questioning SMG3, which caused him to feel even more annoyed at the blue idiot. 

“Yes. Even the Barbie version.” SMG3 then sighed annoyingly. “Look, I don’t know what your obsession is with this kind of question from you right now, but if you keep asking me about these things, I would literally gonna shove a bag of sugar cookies through your mouth!” SMG3 said it as if it was a threat to SMG4, in which it wasn’t.

“Aww man, you literally never celebrated Christmas at all! You may as well get visited soon by the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present, and Future if you keep that up~~!” SMG4 teased

“Is that a Christmas story that I will never get a reference from?” SMG3 said in a displeased look

“It is.” SMG4 answered in a smug look. SMG3 responded to him with even more annoyed, yet tired groans, SMG4 chuckled at the reaction of his ex-rival. But then, SMG4 has an idea.

“Oh I know! What if tomorrow’s Christmas Eve Dinner, we should watch Barbie in the Nutcracker with the others!” SMG4 exclaimed

“Are you for real?” SMG3 rebuked.

“Yes, I am for real here!” SMG4 responded excitedly. “This will be fun! Hell, it may as well be your first time getting an exposure to that Christmas story! Yea sure, I could’ve picked a better movie adaption of the Nutcracker, than the one that I suggested, but honestly, I just think watching the Barbie version is more fun to watch!” SMG4 excitedly explained it even more to SMG3

“So… will this be fine enough for you to get into the Christmas story spirit?” He insisted at SMG3.

“Yea, yea, sure! Whatever! I’m only agreeing with this because it’s the only way that will make you stop questioning me about my past choices on not being interested in Christmas shit” SMG3 accepted the offer, annoyingly enough.

“Then that settles it then! I will try and tell everyone if they’re up for it as well. I may also start setting things up for tomorrow. Wanna help out on this one 3?” He asked, which SMG3 just gave him a thumbs up with an annoyed look. SMG4 then smiled. “Alrighty then! Just gonna get some essential stuff for tomorrow’s Christmas Movie Night!”

“Can you set up some rugs in the main lobby?” SMG4 requested. “Sure.” SMG3 responded.

After a few hours of setting things up, the Meme Guardians were finally done with it. SMG4 then explained that he’s going to tell everyone about the Christmas Movie night, and other than that, he let SMG3 go home as there is nothing else he can do now. They said their goodbyes, and SMG3 left the castle. As he is going back into his cafe shop, he is already feeling… conflicted. On one hand, he regrets accepting the offer. I mean, Christmas Movie Night is not a bad idea, but him, SMG4, and the others watching a Barbie movie adaptation of a Christmas classic story about a girl and her nutcracker? That’s just an embarrassment! Knowing that Mario and Bob will be disgusted by it. But on the other hand, if he is being honest to himself here, he wouldn’t even mind watching an animated movie that is adapted by a girl’s doll, even if not everyone joined, he wouldn’t even mind just watching it with SMG4, he just doesn’t want to admit it.

When he’s going through his own thoughts, it gets instantly cut-off. As he was about to reach his cafe, he noticed the box in front of the cafe’s door.

#smg4 #smg4 smg3 #smg3 #smg34 #smg43 #little toy prince au #inspired by Barbie in the Nutcracker

[happi-tree]

cursed, cast, cat

Hi, lovebirds!!! It's been a minute since I've posted frogshow fic on here, but this spooky au concept and @themissakat's wonderful art of it simply will not let me rest (they helped me brainstorm for it and the stuff they've made is absolutely GORGEOUS - check it out here and here if you haven't already). I'm planning on adding more to this au (everything on here will be tagged under #cc au), so you'll see more of it soon, and this short bit is just the beginning! With all that said and done, the fic is below the cut! Hope you guys enjoy this new variant of our favorite trio <3

<I found you something,> a teasing voice singsongs through their link, honey-sweet and syrup-thick. 

Marcy hums and finishes tying her bundle of herbs together with red twine, stepping up on her chair and then the counter to hang it from the rafters with its companions.

<Please tell me it’s more weeping trillium,> she sighs back. <We’re almost out, and mail order is so expensive - >

<Even better,> the voice purrs, and Marcy can practically feel the smirk in its tone, the ghost of it threatening to pull at her own lips. She rolls her eyes instead as their door creaks open, the bell at the top chiming a cheery welcome. 

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Marcy says aloud, eyes still focused on getting the twine to fasten tightly around the thick, oaken beam.

<I mean, I’d sure appreciate it if you looked,> the voice resounds in her head, snarky but warm.

“Okay, hang on, let me just - what did I tell you about bringing your kills into the house!?”

Sitting pretty just past the threshold is a rather large cat, brown-coated with darker markings around its face and paws like a Burmese would, but with luxurious, fluffy fur more comparable to a Himalayan. Said coat of fur is matted in places, speckled with burrs and forest detritus that indicate hours of scouring through the underbrush, and pretty gold-brown eyes stare up into hers.

In the cat’s jaws is a lump of brownish something that squirms in her unbothered grip. 

<Firstly, rude,> the cat replies, promptly depositing the poor thing on the floor and casually trapping it beneath fluffy paws as it scrambles to get away. <That was one time, and I was half-high on the neighbor kids’ catnip! So not my fault. Secondly, she’s clearly alive.>

“I can see that,” Marcy says, catching flashes of amphibian-looking skin as the creature vainly struggles to free itself.

<And thirdly, I should get pets, because the way this one screamed at me the entire way here practically made me want to kill her.> The cat glares at its paws before letting out a shocked <You talk to your mother with that mouth? … Jeez, forget I asked.>

“Ooookay. Why on earth would you bring… a toad… to me?” 

Marcy gets a light chuff in response. 

<I’m gonna let you go now, but you gotta stay still or so help me, I will put you in my mouth again and both of us will hate it,> the cat says to whatever’s in its grasp before pulling back to sit on its haunches. 

And sitting in the middle of their kitchen floor is the grumpiest-looking toad Marcy has ever seen. It beeps at - well, she isn’t sure who. Perhaps about the situation in general.

“Aw, that was cute,” Marcy coos. The toad beeps again, somehow angrier than before. 

Maybe it’s… injured somehow?

<Look closer. Can’t you see it?>

The toad puffs itself up rather defensively under their twin scrutiny.

Marcy looks. 

Oh. 

She lets out a long, low whistle. “That is one heck of a curse you’ve got laid on you, ma’am.”

<I found her just from the smell,> the cat remarks. <So strong, I tracked her for acres before I got to ‘er. Pain in the nose, really.> 

The toad makes a high, affronted little noise at that. 

<The curse is what smells, lady, not you!> A pause. <Well, we’re gonna try to help you out, okay?> The mind-voice is soft and reassuring, a blanket to Marcy’s frantic inner monologue even when it isn’t speaking to her directly, and there’s a rush of fondness that Marcy knows the other can feel through their bond.

Amber eyes meet hers again. <This here’s Sasha, and she’s a fellow businesswoman!>

“A businesswoman, huh?” Marcy muses. “Well, lucky for you, I’m never one to turn away custom-ah!”

Marcy loses her footing on the countertop, foot slipping off the edge and sending her toppling face-first toward the floor. The cat dashes forward, surging upward, form growing and shifting and eyes alight with blue until -

A strong, sure arm wraps snugly around her waist, steady and tanned from the harvest sun, while its opposite spans across the backs of her shoulders. Marcy gazes up at her savior, taking in familiar mahogany-colored curls and onyx-dark eyes and full, grinning lips. 

“Careful there, darlin’,” Anne says with a wink and a smirk, and Marcy can feel her face heat a bit. 

“Ah.” 

A leaf falls out of Anne’s hair. Marcy sends it back into place with a flick of her finger and a wink of her own, tucking one of Anne’s wayward curls behind her ear. 

Anne splutters, and something sun-yellow and impossibly affectionate fills the cavities of Marcy’s chest. She presses their hands together, a habit-turned-spell, and she feels practically incandescent with the feeling, like she could-

<What the fuck are you guys supposed to be?> A new voice, steel-sharpened and moon-cold, breaks through Marcy’s mind and thus, the moment as well.

Oh. Right. The toa- the girl.

Marcy quickly clears her throat, untangling herself from her partner’s arms even as Anne mentally whines at her.

“Well, Miss Sasha, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marcy Wu, and I’m a witch!” She exclaims with a dramatic bow and flourish. Sasha somehow seems even less impressed - it’s truly a marvel that she can express such an emotion with a toad’s face.

She gestures to the woman beside her, who rests a calloused hand on her shoulder. “And the lovely lady who brought you here is Anne, my loyal familiar.”

#i *did* say i would post this blurb tonight but i didn't expect it to be this late. guess it's before midnight somewhere though skdbfkabds #i'll rb this again at a more reasonable hour tomorrow 😅 #gold star to those of you who put two and two together from missa's artworks! #and gold star to you if you're reading these tags <333 #anyway this concept is so fun and i'm having SUCH a good time with it. hope you guys do too 🥰🥰🥰 #happi scribbles #fic #cartoons #amphibia #marcanne #ccc au #gotta love some good witchy vibes am i right??? #long post

[answrs]

This Is A “Give Arthur Kingsmen A Hecking Nap” Propaganda Post

for the @sleepsmackdown​ poll (link here)

spoilers for Mystery Skulls Animated (which is about 18 minutes long in total over 4 animated music videos (with a 5th coming out very soon!) - please watch it and join us in blorbo hell our small but lovely msa fandom)

let me tell you about Arthur Kingsmen. You may know him as “that twink the sexy skeleton guy was chasing back in 2016″. why was this ghost chasing him? Well!

A group of friends and their dog go to investigate a creepy cave. They split up, Lewis (tall, purple, and fluffy) and Arthur (orange beanpole extraordinaire) go to the left fork and wind up at the top of a cliff over a sea of sharp stalagmites.

Then Arthur gets posessed by a demon, who uses his arm to shove his best friend to his death-by-impalement as he visibly fights it for control. Then whoops! Turns out that dog I mentioned, that little terrier looking pup? He’s actually another demon/yokai that transforms and violently RIPS HIS FUCKIN ARM OFF.

Now because of trauma, Arthur cannot remember this, though he experiences severe PTSD whenever he sees Mystery (who is once again hiding as their pet dog). He doesn’t understand *why* though, and is pushing himself to interact normally with said not-really-a-dog

(notice the subconscious gripping of his prosthetic whenever he’s triggered by the sight of said pup for added fun :))

I mentioned Arthur didn’t remember the scene in the cave? Well he ALSO DOESN’T EVEN REALIZE HIS BEST FRIEND IS DEAD. He’s on a futile search for a man he thinks is missing and even worse? His other best friend, Vivi (the girl in blue) physically cannot remember anything about Lewis existing.

Anyway, Lewis, the guy that died? Didn’t realize Arthur was possessed and thinks Arthur murdered him. So he’s out for revenge on a man working himself to the bone trying to find a friend he doesn’t know is even dead. This includes building a murder mansion to chase him through, and when that doesn’t work, stealing a semi-truck and running their van off a cliff and face-first into a brick wall. Then he grabs him from the wreckage and throws him off the same cliff he himself was killed on.

THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOMENT HE REALIZES HIS FRIEND IS ACTUALLY D E A D.

so he gets thrown off the cliff as Lewis’ twisted form of karmic revenge

and only survives because a shotgun blast shorts out the ghost magic moments before impact

and oh yeah, remember that demon that caused all this mess in the first place? It’s been hopping around in Arthur’s severed arm the whole time. And guess what it finds as its next host?

MURDER MC FUCKING MYSTERY

so YEAH I THINK HE NEEDS A FUCKING NAP

in summary, tags courtesy of @nemesis-is-my-middle-name​:

#P L E A S E VOTE FOR MY MAN ARTHUR SLEEPIEST IN EXISTENCE #no amount of being a gifted kid or whatever assclassboy has going on is gonna compare to arties insane bullshit #HE LIVES IN A VAN WITH THE DIRECT SOURCE OF LIKE 50% OF HIS TRAUMA #even if he DID think about sleeping for more than five minutes it wouldnt take

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animate #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls arthur #sleepsmackdown #arthur kingsmen propoganda #i am begging my followers even if you give less than an iota about these characters #to vote my poor noodle blorbo #BEGGING you

[starfleetwitch]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @technicallywrite

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

93,749

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Holby City (Berena)

Doctor who / UNIT (Kate Stewart, Sarah Jane Smith, Ace, Tegan and Osgood)

Worst Witch (Miss Hardbroom)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Still Beating

The Gift

Happy Anniversary

Happy New Year Mrs and Mrs Wolfe

Operation: Steal your girl

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my very best because I appreciate every single one of them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Its probably a toss up between Hush Little Baby , Happy Anniversary and The Ghost of Tomorrow

However, I am on the very CUSP of posting a new fic that even I'm like 'Oh my god... do you just dead ass hate happiness?' 😂

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm genuinely looking through my fics like... Omg I really do hate happiness. But alas, it was between The Gift and She's Not You and I feel like She's Not You wins because you technically had to read through trauma before it got there

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on fics no. I once got hate on artwork though. The commenter said I should be ashamed and what would Elisabeth Sladen's family think about the fact I'd drawn Sarah Jane kissing another woman... Jokes on the commenter though cause Elisabeth Sladen's IRL daughter recently posted the artwork in question on her instagram because she was basically like HECK YEAH, GO FOR IT MUM! 😂

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? Write smut? I don't even... I... WHAT IS SMUT?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm currently writing a long ass fic that crosses over with SEVERAL fandoms within the Jemma Redgrave Multiverse just so I can make a 'We don't talk about Bruno' reference

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically yes but it was never published. I DID illustrate fics for a couple of people though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Berena... with a side order of Kate Stewart just getting her some from anyone and everyone apparently. Womans been through a lot man... she just needs herself some comfort.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The multiverse fic with the we dont talk about Bruno reference 😂

Nah for real I'm gonna say Still Beating. Bernies been bleeding out on the trauma unit floor for 4 years now, maybe more. Even if I DO get round to finishing it, it wont be what I wanted it to be. I had a lot of avenues to go down with the ex husband being involved in her treatment and recovery and now I've lost a bit of heart in it that I might cut that section out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh. I... don't know. I don't know if I actually have any, I just write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I compare myself to other writers and I get really frustrated when I cant write poetically like them. When I read their work I really FEEL an emotional connection. I read slowly just to savour the words because they're so delicious and I'd LOVE to know how to do write like that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it calls for it... ok? I don't understand the question. I didn't know this was an issue I needed to have thoughts on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

1998 Worst Witch. I started as I meant to go on. Inflicting trauma on my favs with no real plan to bring them out of it 😂

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh don't make me choose my favourite child! I enjoyed writing Still Beating but I'm gonna say Operation: Steal your girl cause I just had SO MUCH FUN with it and the comments make me believe others also had fun reading it 😂

RIGHT! On to the taggy tags: @akaanonymouth @seahorsepencils @ktlsyrtis @colourmestoked04 @defo-not-sfw

#Tag thingy #ask me anything #berena #holby city #kate stewart #doctor who #bernie wolfe #kate lethbridge stewart #sarah jane smith #ao3 #fanfiction

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wip Whenever

I'm HERE!!!! Helloooo Tagged by @mareenavee and @rainpebble3 I am transient on tumblr atm but I'm gonna read the heck out of your posts over lunch. I've been everywhere honestly. This week I finished three fics. One I've published and two that are a bit longer. I also started a new render of a golden retriever. Yes for once this an entirely Erra Ilaba'andul post. Art first!!!!

POTATO MODE THAT ELF!

Guy needs a render. If only because I'm obsessed with his eye colour. ;) Now writing. CW, I'm detailing mentions of raiding. Placed under the cut.

He had eventually told Teldryn the whole story about that raid on Tel Vos’s unnamed farming villages. They had been sharing that drink that he had promised, Teldryn finally being well enough to do so when the topic once again came up. He had gifted Erra that bow they had retrieved from the caverns. Sul-Matuul having bestowed it on him as a reward, and a mark of his acceptance into the clan. It was symbolic in this case, all recognised adult clan members had been gifted a weapon after the successful completion of their harrowing. Usually, it was the one they had retrieved from the caverns, though exceptions were made based in some cases. Erra, for example, had traded in the glass claymore he had retrieved for a chitin bow, much like the one he was repairing now. He was terrible with a sword. Too close and too heavy. He preferred the safe distance that a bow allowed him. He had a talent for it, so he was permitted an exchange.

Traditionally, these weapons would be used only once, on a first raid. Though Erra did not expect Teldryn would be taken on one. It was a tradition that the Urshilaku had been practising less and less as their focus shifted from raiding the towns along the frontier for glory and goods to clearing out the various caverns and ruins that dotted the ashwastes of Sixth House cultists and their ghosts.

He had told Teldryn of that last raid he had been on. Of how he had joined the Zainab after being banished for leaving a betrothal that he could not go through with. How he was a key part of their hunting parties. He told him of how the Grazelands to the east had been slowly falling to the sickness radiating from Red Mountain, much as the Ashlands had. That all the clans had become desperate since the first ghosts had spilled out of Kogoruhn thirty years prior. He told Teldryn how, as the game dried up and the crops they foraged for died, they turned increasingly to raids to sustain themselves.

He said that he had justified his actions by telling himself that he was desperate, starving. The guar had become sickly and their shalk herds had died. That they had no other choice. This was not raiding for glory or gold. They were not capturing the people whose homes they had ransacked. That they were not devastating them further.

Because at the time that was what it was. They were not capturing the villagers, they were not burning down towns, and they were not murdering the farmers, who were struggling with the blight just as much as they were. They were not taking the children to sell to the highest bidder and they were not raping the wives and daughters. They were just…it was…

The thought of that raid had always left him feeling sick to his stomach. He had been willingly joining these raids, it was how he had met his previous partner, Ashur-Dan after all. A mer whom he thought he loved, who he thought shared the same views. Ancestors, it was all such a mess!

Teldryn had just sat there, nursing his drink, nodding, no interjection nothing. Well, not until he had mentioned the sudden addition of Erebenisum warriors to their raiding party. He merely raised an eyebrow at the mention of his father’s former clan and nodded as Erra continued. Telling him of how they slowly took control of their party, how it had originally been a collective of mer from Ahemmusa and Zainab. That the Erebenisum had started to join later. That they became the dominant force in this collective, though the more populous Zainab had filled most of their ranks.

It was out of desperation still…was it not?

The nature of their raids had changed with the edition of the Erebenisum warrior party. They lived for the kind of glory only a bloody harvest could provide. Their raid parties were legendary, their ruthlessness infamous across Vvardenfell. The alchemical substances they took right before setting out were responsible for most of their ferociousness. They were legends amongst his fellow warriors, something to strive for. They took control of the war parties, each subsequent raid becoming more and more violent. Erra had started hanging back, not striking when everyone else did, not taking hostages not…

It had all come to a head one day when some of the Zainab warriors had started accusing Erra of being soft. That he was little better than those fat and lazy House Dunmer that they tormented. It was becoming impossible, and people were beginning to talk. Not just of Erra’s unwillingness to ‘do what needed to be done’ but of other things as well. Of Erra’s true reason for joining the Zainab, that he wasn’t simply looking for greener pastures but had been unofficially banished. That his friendship with Ashur-Dan was more of a…

Erra did not want to lose the life he had built amongst the Zainab. Or at least that was what he told himself. He had chosen to join that raid. He had lit those huts on fire in a rain of fired arrows. He took the lead. Erra told Teldryn that he had acted exactly as expected until he could no longer.

He had entered that hut with some of the warriors from Erabenimsun and Zainab, Ashur-dan by his side as always, jeering him on, joining the rest in their taunts and accusations. Was there pressure? Yes. Were they all out of their minds on the resin of some sort of rare flower? Yes. But in the end, he had been the one to draw his blade. Even if he had hesitated when he was instructed to slit each of their throats.

So that was what he did. Erra had ignored that old mer’s pleas for mercy as he drew his blade across his throat. That resin he had smoked alongside the rest of his party had clouded his head completely. He killed almost everyone in that hut, one having escaped in the chaos. He was not sure if he had let the kid go, or if it was just his blood-hazed trance but he just watched that boy leave. And everyone saw it happen.

Erra told Teldryn that this was why he had ultimately turned to a life in the cities. That it had never been his first choice, but there was no longer a place for him amongst any of the tribes. Letting that boy go had been the final nail. He had fled that life completely. The guilt was why he never liked to talk about that part of his life. But Teldryn had somehow soothed it out of him.

He kissed the back of Teldryn’s hand as he finally seemed to settle, the mumbling and fitfulness finally ending. Erra noticed Teldryn was a lot warmer now, there was more colour in his cheeks. It was subtle but it was there. He moved to pull up the blankets that Teldryn had kicked off during his nightmare. He noticed there was a small, crimson spot forming against the crisp white linen of his bandages and it was rapidly growing bigger, darker. It looked like all that thrashing had reopened the wound after all. He would have to go find his aunt. At least he could tell her he had done this himself, asleep as he might have been he still moved. It was progress, even if it was marred by a large setback.

Erra stood, leaving Teldryn as he was, lying fast asleep on that pile of cushions. He placed his half-repaired bow with the rest of his things and headed to the door. He figured he could find himself something to eat after his aunt had given the all-clear. It had been hours since he had eaten anything substantial. He was famished.

“Erra?”

#my art #Erra Ilaba'andul #Mentions of #teldryn sero #danger!josh #Anxious!Erra #wips #dunmer #morrowind #the elder scrolls #tesblr #nerevarine #ashlander #urshilaku #Zainab

[dragonflylady77]

Ghost!Billy fics

(they're all harringrove because that's what I'm into)

*disclaimer* I only included completed fics or one shots that were Harringrove and ended in a happy way.

If you follow the Ghost Billy Hargrove tag on Ao3 you'll find 17 fics (as of today).

I Ain’t Fraid Of No Ghosts by @heck-in-a-handbasket - the second smuttiest fic I’ve ever read (the smuttiest is never gets old by @brawlite - modern AU, Steve is a cam boy and Billy is a model)

You're A Vision by @jellyfishloveletterghosts - OS, smutty and fun

Cocktober 1: Ouija Board AKA Billy is DEAD horny by @cherrydreamer - Steve + Ghost!Billy + a ouija board = smutty & fun OS

This Ain't Ghostbusters by @wilddragonflyingg - not quite a ghost in the end... OS inspired by a wonderful piece of art by @wrecked-fuse you can find here

you're cold (and i burn) by @keroujack - post Starcourt, Steve helps Max move out Billy's stuff, and he takes home a pretty glass ashtray... (I love that one)

Who you gonna call? by CasuallySpooky - OS, ghost hunting with a ghost

Purgatory by boltplum - Post S3 introspective Ghost!Billy, OS (I'm dying for more)

tides will bring me back to you by eternalgoldfish - Post S3 fix it dark comedy fic (32k fic - I haven't read that one yet!)

the boy and the car by @lazybakerart - wonderful OS set in the future

in your neighborhood by rvspberry - a 2-chapter sweet and smutty fic with Ghost!Billy and Ghost!Steve! So I guess a ghost AU?

A night with the King by @cieldepeanut - OS, Billy comes back as a ghost and spends Halloween night with Steve (not exactly happy ending)

Room 35 by @memes-saved-me - Harringrove AHS Hotel AU, Resident ghost Billy Hargrove takes a liking to the hotel's new guest Steve Harrington, causing what started as a simple trip to LA ending in a mess of emotions and some new stains on the carpet… (this one wrecked me and put me back together again).

This list is by no means closed, feel free to DM me other HG fics with Ghost!Billy to add to the list!

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ghost billy #ghost billy hargrove #master list #not my fics #harringrove fic dealer #ghost!billy

[ectoentity]

How to Ghost - Autumn Roads

Danny Phantom fanfic

Characters: Johnny 13, Kitty, Skulker, Danny Fenton/Phantom

Ships: Kitty/Johnny

Rating: Teen for language

Tags: ghost culture, reckless motorcycle antics, halfas are liminal, Kitty befriends Danny, Halloween

Kitty and Johnny are having a good time, riding through the human world on an autumn night, when Phantom comes to ruin their fun. The encounter raises questions for the pair. Mainly, why doesn't this Phantom kid know anything about being a ghost?

(Link to AO3)

“Hey, Kitty! Check this out!” Johnny shouted as they sped down the highway at about a hundred miles an hour. “No hands!” He held his hands up to show, while the bike kept speeding onward.

“That all you can do?” she responded. Kitty gripped his shoulders and pulled herself up to stand on the seat behind him. Johnny couldn’t really see it, but he knew from experience that she wasn’t using any ghost powers.

“Hell no, baby, I’m just getting started!” He waited for her to sit back down before he pulled the bike into a wheelie. Kitty cheered and laughed. She hugged him tight when he dropped the front wheel back to the road.

They might not be alive anymore, but this was living. The road stretched on before them, promising adventure for as long as they followed it. The chilly October air nipped at their skin, and it felt invigorating. Together they could do anything, handle anything. Everything was this moment of adrenaline and laughter.

“Hey, Johnny, do another wheelie!” Kitty said. She moved around so that she was sitting back to back with him.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“You’ll see!” she teased. She linked her arms around his shoulders, backwards. Johnny obligingly kicked the bike back into a wheelie. He couldn’t really see behind him, but he could feel Kitty’s weight resting on his upper back. The balance was kind of weird - he couldn’t keep them in a wheelie for very long. He managed to hold it steady for a good twenty seconds with Kitty balancing entirely on his shoulders before the front wheel bounced back down to the ground.

“What the hell, babe? Where’d you learn that?”

She laughed, and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. “Technus got some videos last time he got out. Thought I would try it out!” Kitty turned back around and hugged him tight. “I had to cheat a little bit, but I bet I could do it for real with practice.”

Johnny smiled. “We got nothing but time.”

They sped through the night, reveling in their freedom. At this time of night the roads were utterly empty. It was like the entire world was just for them.

At least, until a certain white-haired pipsqueak popped up.

Johnny’s first indication was an aggravated snarl from Shadow. He and Kitty looked around. There was a glowing black and white form flying behind them and gaining fast.

“Oh, for-” Johnny growled. He hit the gas. His bike didn’t have any actual gas in it, but ectoplasm burned out the tailpipe. The speedometer inched up to 120 and stuck. That was as high as it went, though with his ghostly powers Johnny could boost it up a bit more.

Green fire caught on the tires as Johnny gave his bike a speed boost. He was one of the fastest things in their part of the Zone like this. Walker and his goons never stood a chance at catching Johnny on his bike when it was powered up. Still the kid kept coming.

“What’s this twerp’s deal?” Kitty shouted in his ear. She tossed a couple blue bolts at him, but judging by the frustrated sound she made, both of them missed.

“We did try to possess his sister,” Johnny grumbled, “like two weeks ago.”

“We’re not hurting anyone now,” she complained. Then, louder, “Hey, kid! Since when are you a traffic cop?”

Johnny glanced in a rearview mirror. It looked like the kid tried to say something, but they couldn’t hear him over the wind. He didn’t want to slow down enough to hear him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t actually keep up the speed for too long. After about three minutes the bike slowed down enough that the brat overtook them.

“Hey! What the heck are you two doing out here?” he shouted at them when he caught up.

“Buzz off, kid!” Johnny shouted back. “We’re just having fun! We’re not hurting anybody!”

He glared at them. “I haven’t forgotten what you tried to do to my sister! It’s not gonna happen again!”

Johnny groaned. “For fuck’s sake, what part of ‘not hurting anybody’ didn’t you understand?”

For a moment Phantom actually slowed down. They were left alone for a few moments before his ridiculous speed returned. Johnny motioned for Shadow to go deal with the brat.

The fight he saw through the mirrors was painfully short. It looked like the ghost kid hadn’t forgotten what he’d learned about fighting Shadow since last time. He lit up a bright ball of pure-white ectoenergy so Shadow couldn’t hide, then pelted him with little ectoblasts. Shadow barely got in a couple scratches before he was sucked into that dumb can.

“Shadow!” Kitty shrieked. “What did that punk do to him? Johnny, we gotta go back!”

“He’ll be okay, Kitty,” Johnny insisted. “That thing doesn’t hurt, it just stuffs you in a little box until he lets you out.”

“Then we have to get him out!”

He huffed. So much for having a fun night out. Johnny spun the bike around into a stop. The ghost kid came to a halt in midair just feet away.

“Whose body did you have to steal to get out this time?” the kid demanded. Kitty scoffed.

“Nobody’s, kid. That was just because I was stuck inside the portal. Besides, it’s October. ”

The kid scrunched up his face, clearly trying to think very hard. After a moment he relented. “Why does that matter?”

Johnny felt like his legs had been swept out from under him. He’d been beaten up by a kid who didn’t even know how the annual cycle of the Zone worked? That was beyond embarrassing. “How long have you been dead?” he asked.

“I’m not dead,” the kid insisted, which said more than any number could have. “I think it’s been… a little over two months since I got ghost powers.”

Since the kid died. He was only two months a ghost and he was kicking Johnny’s ass. That would have been embarrassing if it wasn’t so damn sad.

“Will you let Shadow go and listen so we can explain?” Kitty asked, far too sweetly.

“No way,” the ghost kid said, flying another couple feet into the air. “First you explain, then maybe I’ll let him out.”

He wasn’t completely stupid, at least. “Okay, so on Halloween the barrier between the living world and the human world is really thin, right?” Kitty explained quickly. The kid nodded along, although he crossed his arms like he was pouting. “Well, it doesn’t just happen all of a sudden on one night. Throughout October the barrier gets thinner and thinner, so we can do more ghost stuff in the human world.”

“Haven’t you been feeling stronger the last couple weeks?” Johnny asked.

The kid thought about it for a while before shrugging. “I guess? I thought I’d just gotten a power boost or something.”

“This isn’t some arcade game, kid,” Johnny said. “You’re a ghost.”

“No I’m not!” he insisted. “I’m still alive, I just have ghost powers.”

It was painful to watch. Johnny could remember the first few months after their crash, when he’d been convinced that there was something else going on and he just had to find the way back home. Coddling the kid wasn’t going to make it any easier. “Just ‘cause you can look human doesn’t mean you’re alive. I can do that.”

“Right, did Skulker hunt you down for being both human and ghost?” the kid argued.

“He what,” Johnny said at the same time that Kitty asked, “ You’re why he’s been so pissed off?”

“Yeah! Okay, not just me. He took my friend’s PDA- But that’s not important. The point is, I’m not a ghost, I’m just kind of ghosty. Ghostly?” He looked awfully proud of himself, whatever he was.

“Great, fine, you’re somehow dead and alive at the same time,” Johnny relented. “Can we have Shadow back now?”

“Oh, right.” The kid looked at the thermos in his hand. “You really aren’t going to possess anyone?”

Johnny was going to do something really stupid if the kid didn’t let Shadow go now. “No! We’re not gonna possess anyone!”

“Or try to date my sister again?”

“Look, I’m sorry about your sister. She’s a nice gal and all. Would you let Shadow go already?”

The kid hesitated another moment before shrugging and uncapping the thermos. Blue-white energy burst out along with Shadow’s screech of freedom.

“Don’t make me regret this, okay?” the kid said, trying to look tough with his shoulders squared up. Johnny wasn’t paying attention, more concerned with making sure that Shadow was okay. Shadow whined and spat like an embarrassed cat, but he didn’t seem to have more than the ghostly equivalent of bruises.

“What’s your name, anyway?” Kitty asked.

“Uh. I’m Danny,” the kid answered. A human name, because he was still warm. Or half-alive, however that worked. “I’ve been thinking about going by Phantom? It kinda rhymes with my last name. Fenton, Phantom.”

“Nice meeting you, Phantom!” Kitty said cheerily. “I think we ought to head back home. What d’you say, babe?” She put a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. Shadow sunk back into the darkness around them.

“Yeah, we’ve worn out our welcome,” Johnny said. Besides, now he had to go figure out what Skulker knew about this weird ghost kid. He revved the bike’s engine and sped off into the night.

---

Johnny usually did his best to stay far, far away from Skulker’s island. Not because he was afraid of getting hunted or anything. A couple of road ghosts and a shade were way too boring for Skulker to bother with. The danger of being near Skulker’s lair came from the creatures he kept. Sometimes they would escape, or he would let them out on purpose to have some fun. Johnny, Kitty, and Shadow weren’t pushovers, but they didn’t go around asking to get attacked by manticores or drakes or whatever.

All this to say, driving towards the island wasn’t something he wanted to be doing.

“Why the hell are we doing this?” he asked for at least the third time.

“You don’t have to come,” Kitty sniffed. “I wanna know if he was telling the truth. Somebody who’s barely been in the ground two months kicking Skulker’s ass? If he’s in the ground, I mean.”

They stopped at the border to the island and hovered, sending out a weak pulse of energy as a greeting. Barging in on someone else’s lair was a good way to get ended. It took a moment before they received an answering pulse of energy hesitantly welcoming them in.

“What do you want, roadkill?” Skulker snapped at them as Johnny landed the bike. He hadn’t even looked up from where he was fixing some piece of equipment.

“Oh, nothing much. Heard you got your ass kicked by someone who’s not even rotting yet. Losing your touch, old man?” Johnny knew it was stupid to taunt Skulker, but sometimes it was fun to push his luck.

Skulker looked up and glared so hard that his left eye twitched. Johnny didn’t know how he did that with the mechanical body suit, but it was kind of impressive.

“I remember him sending you crying back to your lair,” Skulker shot back.

“Maybe, but I’m just some punk. I never claimed to be the greatest hunter in the whole of the Realms.”

Rather than blowing up at the insult, Skulker scowled and looked back at his work. “I would have had him if I hadn’t gotten complacent. The technology on the other side is… different from what I remember.” As if to emphasize this, the thing he was working on made a strange pinging noise and a piece flew off. Skulker put the device down in disgust. “Did you really just show up to tease me about losing a fight?”

“We wanted to ask why you were hunting him,” Kitty said, leaning over Johnny’s shoulder. “He’s just some random new ghost, right? There’s tons of those around here. I saw a couple new doors on the way here.”

“Don’t insult me,” Skulker growled. “He’s liminal. Do you even know what that means?”

Johnny had heard the word before, but he didn’t know what it meant. He shrugged, and so did Kitty, but Shadow chirped an affirmative. Johnny looked over at it.

“You do?”

Shadow chirped again, this time more smugly. Little git. Shades couldn’t really communicate with words. They were mostly telepathic, transmitting emotions and images to their hosts and each other. Johnny didn’t know much about Shadow’s existence before they met, but that must have been when he had heard about it.

Skulker grumbled something about lazy kids before explaining. “They’re ghosts that are still alive. Still grow up like normal humans. But they have a core like a ghost.”

Johnny shuddered. That didn’t seem right. He’d only been dead for about twenty years, give or take, but he couldn’t imagine that kind of confusion. Life was warm, and hectic, and messy. His afterlife was fun, but it wasn’t anything like living at all. How could someone go through all the mess of living while also being dead?

“That’s possible?” Kitty asked, sounding just as appalled as Johnny felt.

“It’s not common,” Skulker said, “but it happens. I’m pretty sure he’s only the third in the last two hundred years.” He crossed his arms in a sulk. “And I will catch him.”

“He’s awful strong for only being half-dead,” Johnny said, remembering how hard the kid hit.

“Don’t think of him as ‘only’ half-dead, roadkill,” Skulker said. “He’s as ghost as we are. He also has a living half to feed him energy and stabilize him.”

“How do you even know all this?” Kitty asked.

“The same way I know about all my prey. Research and observation. Are you three done, or do I have to chase you off my island?”

“Yeah, I think we’re done talking to nerds for a while,” Kitty responded. “Let’s ride, boys.”

Johnny revved his bike and kicked off, driving them back into the swirling green of the wilds.

---

They went back into Amity Park a few days later, just a few days before Halloween. It was a lovely autumn evening. The setting sun cast orange light across the clouds above trees that were yellow and red. Leaves crunched beneath their feet. They couldn’t feel the cold, but there was a nice breeze that made Johnny’s hair blow back.

It was a nice, quiet date night. Johnny walked with an arm around Kitty’s shoulders, and she leaned into him. In some ways it was like any other day, but they were in the real world, looking at a sunset and living trees. It had been so long since they’d had that.

So of course they got interrupted.

“Uh, excuse me?”

Kitty froze for a moment at the voice. Johnny turned a bit to see who was bothering them. As he expected, it was the ghost kid. Phantom. He floated a few feet away, a hesitant look on his face and his body tensed up like he was about to run away at any second.

Johnny sighed. “What do you want, twerp?”

The kid drooped a bit and raised a hand to the back of his neck nervously. “I, uh. I wanted to say sorry. For being a jerk the other day. I’m not used to seeing ghosts out that aren’t attacking people, or about to attack people, and- Yeah. I’m sorry?”

Johnny’s eyebrows raised in surprise. This was absolutely not what he was expecting.

“Thank you,” Kitty said. She peered around Johnny at Phantom, frowning, but her eyes were alight like she was looking at him for the first time. “Shadow’s back with the bike, but I’m sure he’d like to know you’re sorry.”

“Yeah. I’ll, uh. Go tell him.” Phantom squirmed a little uncomfortably.

“And Phantom?” Kitty said, “I’m sorry about your sister. We- I got impatient. It’s been so long since we’ve been in the human world…”

Phantom shrugged. “Well. Don’t do it again, I guess? I’m still kinda mad about that.”

“You’ve seriously never met another ghost without fighting?” Johnny blurted out.

“Other than you guys? No,” Phantom said. “There was the ectopusses, then the lunch lady, and Skulker, Technus, Pointdexter, you two, and that weird dragon ghost.”

“You fought a dragon?” Johnny echoed. “How-”

Kitty interrupted. “That’s a lot of ghosts to fight in just a few months.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault. I don’t even want to!” Phantom crossed his arms and scowled at the ground.

“I’m not saying it is,” she said kindly. “I’d fight back if Skulker started coming after me, too.”

“Kitty, what’re you doing?” Johnny whispered, but she ignored him.

“Why do you know Skulker, anyway?” the kid asked. He wasn’t scowling anymore, but he was still looking at them through somewhat narrowed eyes.

Johnny answered this one, “His lair’s in the Warzone. We drive through there a lot. Hell, your family’s portal’s in the Warzone.”

“In the what?”

Kitty hummed. “Tell you what, Phantom. How about we make an agreement? You let us out of the portal every so often, and we teach you about ghost stuff?”

“My parents are ghost hunters. I know plenty about ghost stuff,” the kid grumped.

“You didn’t know about ghosts getting more powerful near Halloween,” she pointed out. “You’ve only been around ghosts for a couple months, right? Well, we’ve been ghosts for twenty years. We know a little more about it.”

It took Phantom a few seconds to consider it. “Yeah, okay. But if you do hurt people I’ll kick your butts.”

“Deal,” Kitty said with a bit of a smirk.

“Yeah, great. Why don’t you go apologize to Shadow and let us get on with our date?” Johnny grumped.

“Just one more thing,” Phantom said. “What’re your names?”

“I’m Kitty Cabbie and this is Johnny 13,” Kitty answered.

“Nice to meet you. Uh, have fun? Bye!” Phantom shot off into the air without waiting for them to respond.

Johnny groaned. “Great, we have to babysit now?”

Kitty elbowed him. “It’s not babysitting if we can tell him to buzz off. Besides, it means we get something out of it. Now, let’s finish that walk.”

The sun had set, leeching the color from the sky. Still, they could see perfectly in the dark as they walked along together.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfic #kitty (danny phantom) #kitty cabbie #johnny 13 #my writing #my fic #writing

[kyberblade]

WIP Game

Thanks for the tag, @frenchiereading !!! ❤️

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I’m gonna have to quote you on this because I, too, don’t keep a folder - “If you consider my WIP folder to be my brain, here you go:”

• Epilogue

• Jawas

• Name

• Sola

• Scream

• Bee

• Omega

• Shatter 5

• TBoBF Episodes

• Possibility

• Scene

• Crystal

• Just a thing

• Ship

• Ghost

• Through Your Eyes 2 - for my Joel blog @squintyeyedjoel

That’s all that I can find rn. I know. I have such ingenious titles. 💁🏼‍♀️

Okay, I obviously have too many to tag people, so it’s whoever wants to play!

Oh, what the heck, I’ll tag a few. @fordo-kixed-rex @grippingbeskar @goodwithcheese @swiftispunk @what-the-heckin-heck @littlemisspascal @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis @the-ginger-hedge-witch @joelsgreys @joelscruff @softlyspector @hellishjoel @strang3lov3 @fuckyeahdindjarin @psychedelic-ink @thetriumphantpanda @prolix-yuy @wheresarizona (Oops. That’s 18. Oh, well! 🤷🏼‍♀️ I regret nothing.)

#i said something #din djarin fanfiction #back to you #din djarin imagine #sometimes people talk to me #the mandalorian #shatter #new fic #who dis

[chibishortdeath]

i absolutely love your tags on my post about the mysterious woman, it's nice seeing someone who's as passionate about her as me ❤️

Hehehe, thank u, I’m pacing around all happy about it rn (>.< ). I love Simon’s Quest and how genuinely odd everything that happens in it is.

And the Mysterious Woman doesn’t get talked about very much and y’all are missing out!!! She’s so so so fun to speculate about!

I ran into I think it might have been an old conversation on like Gamefaqs or some other comment section somewhere and there were a surprisingly large amount of people in the conversation who said that when the game came out they assumed that she was meant to be Selena, and that’s just aaaaaa so so interesting to me. And it wasn’t just American fans either, there was someone from Japan who assumed the same. It’s so awesome getting to see the perspectives of people who were there when the game was new and this theory has me going nuts sometimes lol. On one hand it makes sense for the ghost woman in the Belmont family graveyard to be someone from the family, but on the other hand is she really “mysterious” anymore if it’s someone Simon would know?

And why did the Mysterious Woman not mention the Tooth of Vlad and only the other five pieces that she knew would partially summon Dracula instead of the intended burning, burying, and breaking of the curse? Especially if she’s meant to be Selena/Simon’s wife or if you interpret her as Sara? Simon’s Quest really went for the twist of having the call to action character and the one to get Simon out of whatever rut he was in for 6 years in the first place be the first person to lie to him. Which is just so!!!! Aaaa!!!!!!!!!!! This also raises the question: is the Mysterious Woman actually a force of good? Or did she just know that Simon was desperate enough to believe what she was saying to him? I’ve seen some people theorize that she was some kind of Dracula cultist or even a possible form of Death because of this.

Or was she completely right that summoning and killing Dracula is the only way to break the curse? After all a lot of other games in the series that revolve around curses end in Dracula being brought back and defeated. But this is also a strange option as usually when Dracula is resurrected it’s by cultists or Death or whoever else and it’s not a good thing and is just for the purpose of having the evil dark lord do evil things. So that would make this game one of the few scenarios in which Dracula’s resurrection is justified which is so weird I just— thinking about Simon’s Quest to hard is gonna kill me one day lol X,,,,,D.

She also says that one line of “within your own heart, you might be able to defeat the evil if you wager your own life” and thinking about that along with the ominous vagueness of the endings all having different eulogies so similar that you could genuinely make an argument for any of them being the canon ending and the fact that almost all of Simon’s symbolism is related to self sacrifice and martyrdom is uh… interesting. Also a lot of people forget that the area around Castlevania is also cursed, not just Simon. The swamps are messed up, the towns get less saturated in color more empty the closer you get to the castle, and there’s monsters everywhere, this wasn’t entirely a selfish endeavor to save himself.

Anyway, the Japanese manual also talks about the Mysterious Woman in specific ways, appearing and disappearing with the mist. And maybe this is a way to keep her as mysterious as possible, but it’s an interesting choice of words. They could’ve said she walked away into the mist, but they specifically said “disappear”, which is an awfully ghostly thing to do. And it’s also weird cause we kinda do see another character suddenly appear out of thin air in a graveyard in who I like to call the Garlic Guy. The Garlic Guy is also massively under appreciated like what the heck is up with that whole interaction 💀💀💀. Go to the graveyard, only at night, and some hooded figure will suddenly begin to exist in front of you if you lay garlic on the ground and then give you a bag. And then like most things it’s completely unexplained and you just have to keep moving on. I’m thoroughly convinced Simon is just as confused as we are lol. And in a way she is also treated the same way as any other NPC: she does something unexplainable and is never mentioned or important again. The way the game is written I swear it’s designed to make you feel anxious and rushed, ya know like a guy who is actively dying would feel.

And the fact that none of this is ever explained is just so ominous. It adds to the tension of the game and themes of not being able to trust anyone. Nobody trusts Simon, Simon can’t determine who’s trustworthy, there’s NPCs that you don’t even get to know who or what they are, sometimes even the hint books aren’t particularly helpful, things happen and you just have to keep going as to not waste any time.

Hopefully any of this makes sense lol I ain’t reading all that again to check cause I gotta go have lunch cause I forgor about it whoops. Anyway I am very normal about Simon’s Quest and every character in it, please everyone play this game it’s good I promise— (;w; )

Edit: oh my god I did not realize how long this ended up oopsie—

#castlevania #castlevania games #text post #ask post #simon belmont #castlevania simon’s quest #simon’s quest #the mysterious woman #Garlic Guy my bestie he’s so weird and I’m not sure if he’s human or not but he’s cool #theory posting #analysis post #theory dump #incoherent rambling #just kinda a bunch of random ideas in one post #is stream of consciousness what it’s called #uhhh train of thought #yeah #I love how this game is written and I take 90 psychic damage every time I see a post saying is has no story #the dev team behind this one really said what if we took our cool little hero guy and made him increasingly paranoid— #I can see all of these ideas and stuff about her being really cool to like #I’m just super indecisive and can’t pick one I like the most #shout out to that one guy who suggested the chronicles she wolf is Selena tho that one is a wild and sad theory #cause he also said he thought the mysterious woman was her ghost #and ​Simon killed her in the castle when she turned and that’s why she lies to him is cause she’s kinda a not very good spirit #like that guy was cooking ong I wanna see a comic or fic about that #I’ve also seen a couple people say the mysterious woman is Simon’s mom to them which hey I mean maybe who knows #I’ve seen a cool Sara idea where she gets him to do this cause she also wants the cycle to continue due to not being able to move on #we need the Castlevania theory community to be bigger ong this is fun

[torotoro0]

Enemies? Or….

`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~` {Part 6}

{Click for Chapters}

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I had to do henry and miles fanfic at the same time. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

🕸 Miles' Pov 🕸

"Hey! That hurts!" She stands up. "That's your fault" I said as I remove my boots.

"You said you'd teach me, not torture me!" Ugh, even Flora is an easier student. I roll my eyes.

"Ask Quint to teach you" I shrug. "But Quint went to the town" she grabs a hold of my wrists as droplets of water slowly falls down to us. "Nevermind..." she lets go. Her outfit slowly getting drained by water, crossing her arms as she gives me short glances from time to time.

"I guess Quint IS a better horse rider than you" She turns her back and pouts. ugh she's so childish. She just doesn't know that I'm THE BEST horse rider here.

"Fine fine"

"Yes! thank you Fairchild!" She clings unto my arms, getting the both of us more wet.

"Fairchild?" A smile tugs its way to my lips.

•───────•°•🕷•°•───────•

I shot my eyes open like I was having a nightmare.

"The heck was that..." I groan, scratching my head, sitting up I stare at the wall for a few moments before getting up.

Looking at the mirror I saw.... A very handsome young man, ready to journey through a very dangerous voyage to save my precious princess!

Ugh who cares, this is so childish.

"I'm gonna go take a bath" I trudge to the bathroom, yawning.

⊱ ──────ஓ๑∗๑ஓ ────── ⊰

I proceeded to head downstairs for some new fresh air. I don't want to breath the same air space as L/N.

"Can we play flashlight tag now?" I hear a familiar voice. "No..."

"Aww, I wanted to join in if they played.." A whisper chimes in behind me. Her breath fanning my exposed neck as we eavesdropped more.

"What? If they played you'd join in too you know" she rolls her eyes. That's.... partially true.

"But you promised." Flora comments.

"Yeah Kate, You promised" I slowly enter the room.

"You wouldn't want to let Flora down do you?" Y/N added, standing beside me. I look at her and she has a proud smirk plastered to her face, as if she's... mocking Kate.

She then raises her hand revealing a flashlight.

"You promised, you promised, you promised" Flora sang as Kate glares at us with hatred. It's fun messing with someone. I thought. Kate looks at us for a while before glancing back at the singing girl.

"Okay, okay, okay" She stops Flora whos been running around her in circles. "Just-" she lets out a heavy breath.

"Okay.."

"What are the rules?" She turns to us again. "Turn off all the lights" I started. "And find us with this" Y/N Shakes the flashlight. "If you flash us, were dead." I continued.

"Easy right!" She beams. "Your it!" Flora tags Kate as she pulls Y/N with her.

"The more the merrier" I look at her eyes filled with sparkles of joy. She so... Ugh stop thinking about her! I slap my cheeks.

♡ ─── ♡ ────────────────────────── ♡ Time skip to when Kate found flora ♡ ─── ♡ ────────────────────────── ♡

"Is Y/N and Miles down there?" Kate glances at Flora. "Hm, Maybe" She shrugs her shoulders.

"You wanna come with me to find them?" She smiles. "I can't, I'm a ghost, wooo" she giggles. "Woooo~~"

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

"I think I hear her going downstairs." Y/N whispers. "Keep it down if you don't want to get caught!" I whisper shouted. Were going to lose if she keeps being loud at this rate

"Come!" She pulled me further from the door leading to where Kate is. "She's gonna open that door any second now"

I heard her open the door but I think Y/N didn't. "Stop now, she'll hear us" I whispered but she continued to run.

"Miles! Y/N!" Kate yelled. "Sorry" she covered her mouth and stopped moving. "Told you" I frown, he {hair color} locks slightly blowing away as a cold breeze hits us

"hmm.." I suddenly got an AMAZING idea! "What is it?"

"Let's go upstairs and eat snacks" I glance to her direction as her face contorts into a frown. "What! are you crazy? She's going to hear us and we'll get tagged!" She slaps my arm.

"Listen! listen first okay!" Speaking of childish, I roll my eyes. "We'll lead her somewhere far from the door, so it'll let us go upstairs and eat"

"And why would we do that?" She lifts an eyebrow. "We'll let her think were still here but instead were upstairs doing our thing" I chuckle.

"Ahh, ok, ok" she nods, pondering for a moment she finally replies back.

"Let's do it!"

"Were you guys caught too?" Flora beams. "No, we were just hungry so we went up here" I laugh.

"That's no fair, your not allowed to do that!" she pouts. "were hungry though" Y/N reassures her.

━─━────༺༻────━─━

After that we heard stomping coming to us, like it was running away or something.

"YOU!" She points to me. "Kate? Oh my god, what happened to your face?" Mrs. Grose stands up. "Your nose is bleeding"

"Explain yourself!" She looks at the both of us. "We were hungry?" I show her a cracker. Pfft, the look on her face-.

"I am SICK of the games!" She snapped. "Don't talk to them like that" Mrs. Grose shots back as Kate looks at her with a horrified expression.

"They have been terrorizing me since day one!" The heck is she even talking about? Kate is going coo coo bananas. "Your just imagining it Kate" Y/N comments as she takes a bite out of her cookie.

"Don't be ridiculous! They have been with me for the past 15 minutes!" Mrs. Grose argued "The only person doing the terrorizing around here is you!"

⚕ 3rd Person Pov ⚕

Kate then turns back with a horrified gasp as if shes seen a ghost.

"Now what are you doing?" Mrs. Grose added.

Kate then turns to Y/N as though she was the culprit. "What's the matter Kate?" Y/N tilts her head in confusion as the other two children giggles.

Afterwards Kat ran away to the direction of her room.

"What's with her?" Y/N laughs. "Maybe she's gone coo coo bananas hahaha" Miles commented as Y/n chuckles at his statement.

Neither did anyone know that the poor boy was a blushing mess.

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#miles fairchild x reader #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #finn wolfhard #max mayfield #miles fairchild #enemies to lovers #finn wolfhard x reader #flora fairchild #the turning #milesfairchild

[its-short-for-jackalope]

Jack's Big Rambly Nonsense Theory Post About Episode 3 ✨️

I am a merciful fella so the rambles will be contained under the cut.

hey! what's up? this is the only thing I care about for the time being so I'm gonna ramble about it! I don't know what I'm doing! all of this could be wrong! I'm very excited!

Please feel free to reply/reblog or like.. idk, y'all can tag me if you wanna make a separate post jumping off of, responding to, or completely annihilating (in a friendly way!) any of my theories here.

What The Heck Is Antikythera?

i didnt know what this was and it seemed somewhat important since it's in the title (lol) so I looked it up.

one of the first things I found was the wiki article for the Antikythera mechanism, which is basically a computer/calculator from Ancient Greece that predicted astronomical positions and eclipses. It was found in a Roman shipwreck in the Mediterranean in 1901 and might have been constructed as far back as 205 BC. (it had gears and everything! cool!)

Considering this device is related to astronomy and approximately, oh, ALL of our protagonists are interested in and have connections to astronomy, I don't think that's a coinkydink! additionally, since this is fictional and there are no limits, mayhaps the Antikythera mechanism is a part of the story and it can do (and does do) more than predict celestial events...? 👀

Now, I admit I read about this one interesting thing and kinda just ran with it, but in case there's anything else about this itty bitty little island, I did look into it more. According to the Wikipedia, Antikythera was settled and abandoned several times throughout history. This is also where the wreck with the mechanism was discovered (hence the name), and apparently lots of birds use the island as a pit stop during migration, but that's about it. It's enough for me to laugh shrug and carry on with my mechanism theories, lol.

The Ellen Austin, The Bermuda Triangle, & Maybe A Ghost Ship

Since our beloved quartet is confirmed to be aboard the Ellen Austin and they're en route through the Bermuda Triangle/Sargossa Sea where the Ellen Austin is said to have encountered a ghost ship, I'm gonna continue with my previously-held theory that we're getting a ghost ship encounter! (In one story about the Ellen Austin, they had some of the crew go onto the ghost ship to bring it back to shore with them, and the crew ~mysteriously vanished~ which is... interesting. 👀)

I have a few ideas about what this potential ghost ship might be:

An Ancient Greek vessel straight from Antikythera, with or without a mechanism, but probably with. [squints at map] I mean, the Mediterranean isn't that far from the Sargossa Sea/Bermuda Triangle area. And/or maybe there was some time-and-space nonsense happening that could land it on the other side of the Atlantic. If our quartet could get poofed from a satellite in 1835 back to Earth in 1881(?), then a mysterious ship could plausibly get zapped to another place and/or time. Might be a bit too on the nose but c'mon, the name is in the title, there's gotta be a connection to Antikythera, and who says it can't be this? Could also have ghosts!

A slightly less ancient Roman cargo ship like the (shipwrecked) one that had the Antikythera mechanism. (Please see above for hand-waving about date & location.) Maybe the ship has a mechanism on board, and maybe it's also got ghosts—both of the Ancient Greek variety via the mechanism, and of the slightly less ancient Roman variety via it's their dang boat. Bonus points if the Greek/Antikytheran(?) ghosties were scaring the daylights out of the Romans and are responsible for the ship becoming a (double) ghost ship. Of course this also hinges on how literal the "ghosts" in The Ghosts of Antikythera are, but I'll ramble about that in a little bit.

A much less ancient ship from whatever eras make it more likely to be in the Sargossa Sea, but it has an Antikythera mechanism somehow. This would take out a lot of fuss about how the ship got here or how it could have survived this long without being wrecked or discovered, AND it would bring up new and fun questions such as "why does this random ship have an Ancient Greek mechanism" and I call that a win-win. Could be a classic pirate ship, could be a newer vessel that'd be more familiar to the crew of the Ellen Austin... idk im not a boat guy but I think there's some fun possibilities.

bonus theory: the ghost ship has "witch" in the name or has a name related to witches, or maybe literally just has "wicked" in the name, purely based off this tweet:

thank you @man-down-in-hatchet-town for being my Twitter scout, lmao

Just 'cause, you know... wicked, witches. The waves could be just part of the water theme since (i assume) the episode takes place predominantly at sea, or perhaps the ghost ship is literally carried "this way" by the waves.

Ghosts — Like, Literally? Or Do You Mean Metaphorically?

We already know that Pulp Musicals will be exploring multiple genres—sci-fi, horror, mystery, adventure—so I'm betting episode three will add some horror to the mix, especially after Matt's delightfully ominous words in the trailer:

In this web of mystery, Margaret has begun to unravel her own... but she is not the only one awakening. And soon, our heroes will find that the light of discovery can bring forth shadows darker than anything they could have ever imagined.

...Yeah, sounds like horror and/or ghosts to me! So maybe the ghosts of Antikythera are real actual spooky scary spirits, in which case I am very excited to pull up a chair and listen to Herschel scoff and try to find a rational, scientific explanation for any spooky happenings. (Idk if he believes in ghosts or not, but in this case I hope he doesn't because that will make it much funnier for me. <3 )

On the other hand, "horror" is incredibly vague, so maybe we won't get jump-out-and-say-boo ghosts at all. Maybe the ghosts of Antikythera are more unsettling because they aren't an active, supernatural force wreaking havoc on the open sea—maybe they're just an empty vessel, forgotten memories, and the lingering consequences of the actions taken by people who are long since dead. What's scarier—the dead staying behind to screw with you face to face, or the dead abandoning their troubles & mistakes and leaving clueless strangers to get stuck with the deadly fallout?

Honestly, tho? I'm excited either way, and I'm very curious to see how scary Matt plans to go.

Theories That Don't Have A Ghost Ship, Because You Never Know

I am 100% behind the ghost ship theory, but making theories is fun so why not throw some other ones out there. Full disclosure, I don't think these are that likely, and some are mostly gonna be for laughs.

They find a shipwreck. I'm really only considering this because the Antikythera mechanism was found on a wreck. I don't think the Ellen Austin would stop to investigate a shipwreck if they happened upon one, and I also don't know if they'd even have the equipment to safely or effectively investigate it if they wanted to. Then again, maybe they would stop if they saw the wreck go down, and also who needs to go down in the water if you have a passenger with magic powers? If Margaret could launch the Sagitta, she could probably fish up a wreck easy peasy. Maybe she wouldn't even need the ship to stop, she could just see (or sense?) something in the water and reach out with the Radiance. And if whatever she brought onto the Ellen Austin was haunted, then that could kick off the ghost stuff... huh. I actually kinda like this idea!

Atlantis? I think someone mentioned this in the chat for the trailer's premiere. I'm inclined to say "probably not" though... unless the quartet gets poofed or otherwise summoned closer to Greece. But I think they'll probably be sticking around the Sargossa Sea, since there isn't a lot of time for them to be traveling all around in a ~90 minute episode, and the previous episodes kinda picked a place and stayed there. Doesn't necessarily mean we couldn't get an underwater city (or formerly underwater city), of course. It just probably wouldn't be Atlantis.

...I actually don't have any other ideas right now, lol. I really think it's gonna be a ghost ship. And that the Antikythera mechanism has something to do with it.

Oof okay, for the sake of my eyes and brain, I'm going to stop staring at my phone and thinking for now, lol. I will probably come up with some more thoughts & theories as time goes on, but I think I have used all my batteries for today.

Again, if anybody reads this and wants to contribute or comment, feel free! 💫

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[nelladivinita]

Yeye! That’s totally fair! I’m learning more and more about all the papas and starting to slowly get a hang of all their personalities and what they’re like, etc. (I’m fairly new to ghost) The ghouls are all so cuteeee i love dew too! Dew and swiss are the cuties <3

Heheheh yesss he’d have so many lectures for his son that would be so embarrassing but as a result i like to think that his kids turn out to be a real charmer + gentleman as well. I can just imagine Secondo threatening any of his daughter’s future partners, he’s definitely the type to worry after her and be a little *too* nosy. 

Im gonna combine the last ask about the penpals <3 

Yessss getting to know each other through letters, and you become the one person Secondo feels like he can talk to honestly, who is just as hyped about his passions, who gives advice that he doesn’t know how to ask anyone else.

And aww yeah his brothers would tease the heck outta him, but eventually he manages to get himself to talk to you, and you– who doesn’t know who he is yet, at first is very scared as to why papa is suddenly talking to you. You’re nothing special, you’re just another sibling of sin.

You mention this in your next letter to your secret penpal and Secondo reads it and is like,,, blown away by how you think you’re not special. He then proceeds to write a whole essay about the things he thinks make you special and tells you to give yourself more credit– to be more confident. 

He ends the letter by telling you he adores you for the first time; and from this point your letters begin to become romantic and flirty and cute and the two of you hang onto each and every word you write to each other. 

(also!! I posted the work! I also tagged you <3 i might still come into your inbox as love letter tho since its not my main blog and i dont think i can send asks through my sideblog? ;v; (i can also just reblog and respond directly on my sideblog, let me know if you have a preference?) 

-loveletter <3 (earthry)

Imagine!!! He comes up to you in his paint and robes and you're honestly terrified, whole heartedly believing you're in trouble. I mean why else would a Papa come gliding (I hc that they look like they're gliding when they walk in their robes, especially Secondo, for some reason) up to you in full Papal regalia, if not to give you the scolding of a life time?

But instead he speaks in a low, husky voice. He asks for your name, what you think of... the weather? It's almost a little silly. But what else can he say to someone so lovely, and under such unique circumstances?

He runs your ribbon through his fingers before he bids you farewell, leaving you breathless. Your friends giggle and whisper in delight, preening you as you blush.

Like you said, you unknowingly tell him about it that night, about his odd behavior, about how breathtaking he was, in appearance and intimidation, and he laughs, but then, he doesn't. Because like you said, you're speaking so coldly about yourself.

He strokes the paper softly with his thumb, imagining your cheek, and resolves to write, in sweeping calligraphy, of the beauty of your soul; how this mystery correspondent would know you anywhere... anywhere. And that someday soon... they might.

The next time he sees you, you pass like planets, orbiting, turning around one another, stopping on the opposites sides of the way you came, like a waltz, and you know it's him without knowing how. He catches your ribbon again.

"... Un bel nastro…... devi essere profondamente adorato…"

#idk c: #hiii

[thatgoblin]

Because I feel bad the next part of New Witch is taking so long (I've been exhausted and had migraines this week) here's a sneek peek at rhe next part!

No warnings, just heavy objectification of John Price. ;)

Edit: Forgot to tag the people!

~::~

Moving around the table, I picked at the food, finding that I was rather hungry. There were all sorts of desserts and meats and cheeses, along with drinks. John soon joined me, having taken a shower himself instead of waiting on me. 

“For being a creepy jerk, Graves has good food choices,” I said as I put some sort of meat onto my plate. 

“Mmm,” John hummed as he picked up a group of grapes to pop into his mouth, one by one. I chanced a look at him and the man was in a small towel that barely wrapped around his already slim waist. Water was still rolling down from his hair as he took a seat. His muscles and body hair glistened as he moved even subtly. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he plucked a grape from its stem with his teeth and lips. Were he laid out on a lounge chaise and surrounded by servants in robes, John would look at home in a renaissance painting. “Something you want to say?”

His words pulled me from my thoughts and the beginning of a very naughty daydream. 

“Huh? Uh, no,” I said, tearing my eyes away from his grinning face. Chancing looks here and there, I kept catching him doing the most oddly arousing things. Like with the grapes, I’d catch him licking his lips after having a drink and then would see him shifting to spread his legs, putting more strain on the poor towel that was already struggling to keep him covered. “I’m gonna go shower and then we can do the thing,” I said, setting my clean plate on the table to scurry away. With the door closed, I cranked the shower to as cold as I could stand it. What the heck was that!?

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