#poltergeist pile!!

[fr-familiar-bracket]

#flight rising #flight rising polls #fr #fr polls #fr familiar bracket #round 1 #transmuted treasure #poltergeist pile

[rainylana]

“Goodnight, Ed’s.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you’re stoned and drunk, so you suck eddie’s dick.

warnings: oral male receiving, language, smoking of weed, drinking.

You loved late nights like this. Drunk, stoned and watching tv. Pizza boxes and Chinese food piled up on the counters. It was almost four in the morning, the living room was glowing with the illumination of the tv playing Poltergeist, a smoky steam and the smell of weed and booze strong and prominent.

You and Eddie were sat side by side, watching, giggling together, stoned out of your mind. You hadn’t said anything in hours, just enjoying the company of each other. You’d been through so much together. High school bullies, the trauma of both of your childhood’s. You had shared that with him, and he, you. Vecna. What you both had become after Vecna.

You shifted your neck and looked over to him, smiling softly. His eyes were dropping. He was getting tired. You lifted your arm and played with the back of his hair, twirling the curls and watching him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and hummed, too tired to thank you.

You rubbed at his neck, scratched his skin lightly and circled the area behind his ears, giving him all the attention and affection you could give. You stifled your own yawn, leaning over and swooping his hair over to expose his neck.

You gave him a sweet, soft kiss behind his earlobe, scooting close so your legs touched his. You kissed and caressed his neck slowly and softly, moving up to his chin and back down. He groaned happily when you nibbled on his skin.

“Baby,” He barely opened his eyes, peeking over at you. “You know I’d love to, but I’m…so tired.” He fought off a yawn.

You pulled away, turning him toward you with a single finger under his chin. “Then let me do the work, darlin.” You pecked his lips with a wet sound, not so gracefully falling to the floor in a heap at his knees. You weren’t near as drunk as he was, but the effects of the marijuana had you dizzy and giddy, and more importantly, ready to suck his dick.

You struggled to take his belt and jeans off, and he was too out of it to be of any help. His hands fumbled with yours, and you slapped him away so you could do it yourself, eyes squinting in the poorly lit room. Once you got his belt undone, you pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his boxers were the next to go.

Once finished with removing his clothing, you sat up on your knees and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his thigh, then switching to the other. You could feel him watching you. You licked his skin with your tongue, the sound of someone screaming behind you on the tv. The light of the screen made him look angelic, eyes slouched and red rimmed, shoulders hunched over, cock hard and ready for you to suck dry.

You looked up at him. His arms were folded behind his head, leaning back with a small smirk on his face. “Well?” He asked.

You blushed at the deepness of his voice. It made your pussy throb. “Just waitin’ for you to ask me nicely, Ed’s.”

He pushed air out between his lips, rolling his head back till it hit the sofa. The couch had seen better days. It was covered in stains of all kinds. “Please, honey?”

You hummed happily, tossing your hair back and twirling your hands against him. “Sure, honey.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking and puckering so hard he nearly jumped clean off the couch. “Ah,” He whined, gripping the cushions beneath him. “Oh, baby,”

You took his length in your mouth, moving down his shaft until he hit the back of your throat. You wrapped your hand around the base, moving up and down slowly, puckering him with your lips.

Your other hand kept you held upright with his thigh, your head going up and down in a steady rhythm. He held your hair, wrapping your locks with his fist to guide you where he wanted. He sniffled, tilting his head to look down at you.

“So good to me, baby, god,” He whimpered, his thighs tensing underneath you. “That feels so good.”

You swirled your tongue against the prominent vain along his shaft, hollowing your cheeks so you could get every inch of him inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that.” He squinted his eyes closed, his hand dropping from your head to fist the sofa cushions. “Yeah, y-yeah, that,”

He panted, looking up to the ceiling as he felt his balls tighten. “I’m gonna cum, baby,”

You did what you knew best and paid special attention to his tip, the space beneath and massaged him with your tongue. He cried out, spilling himself down your throat with a salty taste.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He cursed in cries, biting his hand with his pearly teeth. You sucked him dry, taking in everything he had to offer.

You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth. His eyes were closed, chest heaving with pants and his arms cast lazily at his sides.

“Goodnight, Ed’s.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb

[callsign-bunnie]

I see this a lot, where Ghost becomes softer and weaker when his mask is removed, where he just crumbles, but instead, consider

Ghost and Soap are captured, and the entire time, Ghost has been eerily calm. Soap is pissed as hell, he wants out of there, but Ghost seems to have just accepted their fate. He complies with whatever their captors ask, and it's all with a cool sense of resignment.

Soap wants to scream at him, he wants to rage and ask his Lieutenant where the scary, cool Ghost went. Who is this stranger who sits calmly in the seat next to him, acting as if this is just a mild inconvenience?

Maybe that's scarier to Soap, but it doesn't stop his frustration. He, himself, has backtalked their captors several times, and Ghost doesn't even stop him. He doesn't explain to Johnny that they need to comply to save their own lives, his eyes just watch Soap. Indifferent.

But, then it happens. Inevitably, their captors get too high off their power trip at having managed to capture the great and terrifying "Ghost". The one who the mere mention of his name has greater men cowering in fear, practically trembling at the idea that he might be nearby. The same "Ghost" who some won't even mention his name, even if they are known to be countries apart, because of the fear of summoning this phantom. This poltergeist. And here he is, sitting tied to a chair in their facility.

They get too close to Ghost, taunting him, asking him what might be under his mask. "I doubt you're that scary under that, hmm? You're just a man, after all." And finally, Soap starts to see it in Ghost's eyes. At first, apprehension, then anticipation, but then it all starts to harden into something... darker. Something a lot closer to what Johnny imagines of Ghost.

And then they do it. His mask isn't much more than a Halloween skull mask sewn onto a balaclava, Soap has seen him remove it, it's less effort than sliding off a sock. So really, all they have to do is grab the top and tug, and the mask is off.

The result is... shocking. A sound, closer to an animalistic snarl than Soap might want to acknowledge, is ripped from Ghost's chest, and he's out of his chair faster than really should be humanly possible, the shredded remnants of rope on the floor.

Ghost, who is always calculated in his actions, who never does anything without thinking, rips their captors to shreds. Tears them to pieces with his bare hands, leaving nothing but a pile of body parts and blood, which coats everything in the room, it coats Ghost.

Somehow, the mask lands in Soap's hands, and Ghost, though Johnny has seen his face before, doesn't turn enough to Soap for him to see his face. Instead, he turns, looking over his arm and shoulder, the perfect image of a disgraced and fallen angel, and Soap doesn't even wait for him to ask, he just holds the mask out, trying to cover his own shaking.

Soap has seen many horrors in the military, but nothing so close to this display, and he almost prays he never will, though he's long lost faith. When Ghost pulls the mask on, Soap finally remembers he was tied up as well, but he doesn't allow himself to dwell on it, or the heaving of Ghost's shoulders.

If Ghost had looked at him with fangs and bright red eyes, Soap didn't think he would have questioned it too hard, though he knew Ghost was nothing but a man under that mask.

He never tries to forcefully take the mask from Ghost, and the next time Ghost decides to touch him, Soap notices the hesitancy, the eyes watching for any sort of flinch.

It's a conscious choice not to.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty: modern warfare ii #ghost cod #soap cod #i think this is prose #idk #soapghost #ghostsoap #soap x ghost #ghost x soap

[zetadraconis11]

Don't forget that MC actually has a shop in Hogsmeade. and the things that you can collect from the animals and plants.

But with the Animals only what they want to give.

That too! MC was a lil moneymaker, lol

The only disappointment was that you couldn't REALLY sell things in the shop. Like, you could sell clothes, but that's normal. I wanted to sell my surplus of plants and things, but I couldn't. We were robbed.

So this is how I imagine the group would be/react...

*in the MC's shop in Hogsmeade*

MC: If you need any potion ingredients, let me know, and I probably have some you can use.

Garreth: Really? Like...mongrel fur and spider fangs?

MC: Yeah, I've got a whole cubby for just jars and jars of spider fangs. I even alphabetized which spiders they came from! I was very bored.

Garreth: Wow...You probably want some payment, right?

MC: Eh, I'll give you a student discount. You don't have to pay. Just don't completely wipe out my storage.

Poppy: Is that...THE giant Venomous Tentacula leaf?

MC: Yep. Hobhouse didn't want to come with and get his own leaf, so I thought some herbalist would love to buy it.

Amit: Wow, you have such an array of scarves.

MC: So many of the same ones. I figured someone would want to buy a few.

Natty: I cannot believe you have your own store! Was it expensive?

MC: Not too expensive. I managed to save up some gold-

Ominis: You mean Galleons.

MC: Yes, those. Anyway, I managed to pay upfront, and now, I've got this place! Oh...what time is it?

Sebastian, checking pocketwatch: It's almost nine.

MC: Okay, everyone out.

Garreth with arms full of jars: I wasn't done perusing your supplies!

MC, once they're all outside: I made an agreement with the poltergeist, and he gets to have the store after nine.

Natty: Wait...what?

Amit: Did you just say poltergeist?

MC: Yeah, when I bought this store, the owner was in cahoots with the poltergeist that lurks in the shop. He drove past owners mad, but I managed to make an arrangement with him.

Poppy: ...Can we go back to the part you said a poltergeist lurks here?

MC: There's a chest that leads you down to his elaborate labyrinth of spooky things. There were mannequins, flipped rooms, and stretched hallways. Then I fought his "monster", which was a troll-sized pile of furniture.

Sebastian: You faced all of that ALONE?

MC: Oh yeah. And then when I went to report to Officer Singer about the owner, the owner easily stopped her, and I had to face that mental witch alone. So, not THAT unusual for me. Just annoying.

The group:

Ominis: ...

Ominis: HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?

#MC has both the worst luck and best luck #Always finds trouble but manages to get out of said trouble #I hated that quest though #Mannequins are the WORST #My mc now has phobia of mannequins #Honestly mc HAS to be traumatized after their year #But at least mc has a bunch of friends :] #hogwarts mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #natsai onai #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons

[fenricken]

You Keep Slipping From My Grasp 4/7

AO3

Ship: Spirit Halloween

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The rain fell heavily, washing the blood on the ground away as he stepped toward the woman. She was hunched over, sobbing, clutching her dead son to her chest. She glanced up at him as he approached, mouthing silent prayers.

“What happened here?” he asked, carefully ignoring the dead bodies around.

“They came… for a box my family has guarded for a long time. They killed my husband and my son, and they’ve taken my Catherine… They’ll torture her to make her speak its secrets. Please! Please, help her!”

She reached out a hand to him, imploringly. He crouched down to take it.

“I will.”

————

Danny stood before Clockwork, adjusting his new cowboy hat. Maddie and Jack stood behind Clockwork tinkering on the Fenton Omega Siphoner, and arguing over the aesthetics of the machine.

“I have already sent Dani out to help the Justice League locate Batman’s cape. Hopefully we should receive word on her success soon.” Clockwork began, “In the meantime, we do still need someone to make sure Batman doesn’t rush forward too quickly, lest he build up too much energy before we can stop him. Are you ready?”

“Always ready for bat-sitting duty. I’d hope he’s doing something  a bit calmer this time, but I suppose there’s no chance of that happening.” Danny responded, pointing to his hat.

Clockwork just gave his usual cryptic smile before opening a portal for Danny to step through.

————

“Roooooobin. Rooooooooobin.”

Tim whirled around, searching for the source of the noise.

“Oooh, new fit?” Poltergeist asked, stepping out of the shadows. “Ugly cowl, but I like the rest of it.”

Tim lowered his bo staff at her, readying himself for whatever chaotic ‘game’ she tried to rope him into this time.

“Your city’s on fire. You bats trying out some new defense mechanism or something? Like, you think no rogue would want to take over Gotham if it’s a pile of rubble and ash?” She turned in a circle, surveying the chaos Gotham was under.

“What do you want, Poltergeist?”

“Well, so like, Batman’s stuck in time, right? And-”

“How do you know that?!” Red Robin cut in. He had been struggling to convince everyone that Batman was still alive ever since he found those paintings on the walls of the Batcave. Suddenly, here was Poltergeist who seemed to know something about it, but he couldn’t trust her. She was unpredictable, and running into her could mean leaving with anything as benign yet uncomfortable as soaked socks or as irritating and hindering as being cursed to only speak dead languages for the next 3 days.

And things only got worse if she was tagging along with Klarion. Fortunately, he wasn’t in sight, so it's unlikely he was here with her.

“What do you want?”

She smiled slightly at him. “Oh! I want to get Batman back where he belongs before he dies or explodes everything.”

Explodes everything?

“I mean, Gotham’s got a grumpy quota and since you’re his mini-me I figured you’d start trying to take it on and that’d be so boring.” She raised her pointer fingers to the side of her head, imitating Batman’s cowl and adopted a nasally voice. “I don’t have time to play, Poltergeist. Gotham needs me. I have to go stalk Penguin, and then I need to go brood on my favorite gargoyle.”

“So you want to help me find Batman so that I will… be able to play with you?”

“Well, that, but also if he makes his way to the present day on his own, he’ll have built up enough of something called Omega Energy to make all of reality go ka-blooey, and I actually really like this universe. Top 10, easily.”

Tim held up his hand to stop the oncoming ramble while he compartmentalized.

First, Poltergeist knew Bruce was lost in the time stream and seemed to want to help.

Second, Bruce was making his way back to the present, and by doing so was becoming a living bomb

Third, Poltergeist is a multiversal being???

That last one can probably be ignored for now.

“If I were to let you help me find Batman, where do you suggest we start? I’ve been tracking down artifacts I think he’s left behind  to try and convince the Justice League to help us-”

“Psh. Justice League Shmustice League. My dad and my Nana and Pops are already working on it. We just need to find the cape he was sent back in time with for them. Besides, I can probably convince Wonder Woman to help us get the Justice Dorks to help out once we get the cape if we really need to.”

What.

“What?”

“My grandparents are building a thingy-thing to suck all the Omega Energy out of Batman so he’s not a bomb. My dad’s hanging out with him to keep him from dying or something, and we’re supposed to find his cape so we can safely yoink him out of the time stream.”

“I didn’t know you had parents??? What do they do while you’re here breaking things???”

Poltergeist shrugged “King things I guess. And I only have a dad.”

“King things???”

She rolled her eyes, “Anyway, Dad said he last saw Batman’s cape in the Batcave.”

“You didn’t answer my question, and I’m not taking you to the Batcave.”

Poltergeist landed on her feet, and stared at him with wide eyes. He stared back, caught in her gaze for what felt like an eternity, as he felt invisible fingers trickle up his spine. Whispers started low in his ears, building to a crescendo. It was getting too much to bear, until he broke eye contact and looked away. All of a sudden, it stopped. Tim heaved a big sigh.

“I’m… kinda fighting with the current Batman, so we’ll have to sneak in.”

She punched both arms into the air, “YES!”

Tim turned, flicking his cape and walking off, not waiting to see if she’d follow.

“Poltergeist, when this is over you are going to be answering my questions.”

He heard her blow a raspberry at his back, but kept walking.

————

He followed their trail easily enough, the rain trailing after him. As he reached his destination, men came out to fight him, readying pistols, but he made short work of them easily enough.

With his memory having returned in bits and pieces, it had been easy to fashion metal into bat shapes aerodynamic enough to hit true when thrown, and it was these he’d used to disarm the men.

These memories were useful. The ones of children with blurry faces less so, haunting him as they stayed just out of his complete grasp. A constant reminder of how lost and alone he was.

He steadily made his way to the headquarters, where he figured they were keeping Catherine. He whirled around, sensing someone approaching from behind. It was the man with white hair, again.

“Seems you’ve got this well enough in hand, but I hope you don’t mind if I’d tag along all the same.”

“Why?”

The white haired man smiled slightly. “Will you not believe that I just want to help you?”

He stared, unblinking and quiet. Memories from before had proven this a good method to get more information.

His target stared back, also quiet and unblinking. It wasn’t long before he started shifting, and not much longer before he finally spoke again. Under his breath, almost too quiet to hear, he muttered “Just like Dani, I swear…”

Louder, the man said, “I’ve not known you to be the kind of man to ever be on the wrong side of a cause. Whatever you’re up to, I just want to help.”

He squinted at the man, trying to find any evidence of a lie, but the man just appeared open and honest.

“No guns,” he says, before turning back around and leading the white haired man on towards the headquarters.

As they got closer, they noticed two men standing guard. He deployed smoke bombs to cover their approach, sneaking closer with his companion close behind. They were spotted, but the smoke did its work, scaring the two guards and allowing him and his companion to disappear from view again.

“How you gonna tell me there’s no such things as ghosts now???” One of them whimpered, apparently to his white-haired friend’s delight, as he broke out in giggles.

As the smoke continued to grow, he and his friend snuck around the two, tricking them into fighting each other.

He broke through into the offices in the back. They were unfortunately empty.

“Already gone!” He said, slamming a hand on the desk. His companion stood at the window.

“Not long though, look!”

When he spotted their carriage speeding away through the window, he knew he had to act quickly. He launched himself out of the window, and onto the tarp covering the wagon.

An explosion sounded behind him, but he focused on the task ahead of him. His friend always seemed to find his way back, so he’d have to trust he’d do it again.

The ensuing fight was nothing pretty, little more than mad scrambling as he fought to hold his balance, dodge bullets, and wrestle the men actually in the cart so he could get away with the Catherine and her family’s box.

Looking ahead, he saw they were quickly approaching the dock, and a man who was walking down it. Thinking quickly, he swung his body-weight around, tipping the wagon over and sending everyone sprawling. 

The man who had been at the dock had acted quickly, grabbing the young woman and holding her protectively behind him. He stood up, adding to the obstacles that stood protecting Catherine from her kidnappers. Only 3 men remained. From the snippets he heard as two of them fought, he figures the two fighting must’ve been the masterminds behind the plot and the third still in the distance was a gun-for-hire. Taking out his weapons of choice, he quickly dispatched the two men.

Catherine tugged on his cloak. He turned to face her, seeing that she had opened up the box, and was showing him what was inside.

It was Jack Valor’s journal.

He wanted to reach out–to see what Jack had added since they parted, but the gun-for-hire had caught up to them by then.

“My employers may have been dealt with, but I still have a reputation to uphold. Draw.”

He stood up straight, reaching for more of his weapon of choice. Over the shoulder of the gun-for-hire, he saw another man approaching quickly, white-haired. His friend.

A loud bang echoed, and he felt pain in his side. He stumbled, too close to the edge of the dock, and as he fell over he heard one last cry of ‘BAT–’.

And everything went dark.

————

Shit.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

As if Batman stumbling towards the present through who-knows-when wasn’t bad enough, now he’s SHOT???

Danny quickly ripped a portal back to Clockwork’s lair.

“Please tell me you’ve almost got the machine ready.” Danny said after confirming his parents were in the room.

“Almost! Just one problem, sweetie…” His mom said, looking over at her husband so he’d finish.

“Batman needs to die. Or at least be very close to death!” Jack said, ending with a laugh.

“Basically, we can get this machine to suck out the Omega Energy, but it’s tightly bonded with Batman’s life energy, so it’s extremely risky unless we can find a way to diminish his life energy.”

Danny groaned, putting his face in his hands. “It’s just one thing after another! He’s just been shot. Would that bring him close enough?”

His dad tilted his head back and forth, considering. “Likely not, unless he was in a pretty bad way. In any case, we asked Sam and Tucker to take a look into it!”

“We’ve already found something, actually.” Sam said, having entered the room. Tucker followed behind her.

“There’s an herb that I was able to locate, which should slow his heart down to extreme levels, to the point his heartbeat would be pretty undetectable. Only problem is that his heart would have to be jump-started afterward by a great shock.”

“Clockwork let me take a closer look at his monitors into Batman’s original time and place, and I was able to determine that they have defibrillator technology that can administer an electrical shock needed to get his heart pumping again, as well as adrenaline injections in case we’d need the extra boost.” Tucker continued.

Maddie clapped her hands together. “Excellent! If we can get the Justice League to set up the anchor point on the Watchtower, we can pull Batman to that point and perform everything there! It’d probably work best to do it in his original time as well, to avoid any potential effects that could crop up from being in the wrong time when we remove the Omega Energy and try to stabilize his system.”

“Great, some good news.” Danny said, tension leaving his body. He turned to Clockwork, who had been quiet thus far. “How’s Dani’s work coming along? Will we be ready to proceed soon?”

“Dani and Red Robin have recovered Batman’s cape, and have moved it to the Watchtower. I believe Dani was able to recruit Wonder Woman’s help into getting the rest of the Justice League in line to receive Batman.”

 ————

“Red Robin! Did you seriously bring Poltergeist into the cave??? What were you thinking?”

Before Tim could reply, Poltergeist raised a hand to point at Dick-as-Batman.

“AAH! It’s the cops! Run!”

Poltergeist placed her hand on Tim’s shoulder, pulling him and the cape through the ceiling of the batcave and up in the open air of Gotham. As Tim caught sight of Wayne Manor his head whipped towards Poltergeist, hoping she wouldn’t make any connections.

She was staring at him, lips pressed together, looking a bit like a frog.

He was quiet, waiting for her to say something.

She blew a breath of air out, letting her lips buzz.

“Listen, you keep my secret, and I won’t tell anyone Batman’s secret id is some rich fruitloop.”

“...What secret?”

She pivoted them somewhere Southeast.

“That sometimes I can be responsible. Let’s go see Wonder Woman.”

AN:

It's definitely been longer than I had planned since the last update, rip.

Not going to lie, this is like my second ever fic and I definitely thought it'd be a bit easier to get back into the habit of writing. Thought I was making it easier on my self by strongly sticking to the plot of an existing story, but I think that's been an obstacle in and of itself.

Always a little worried that the language is a bit stuffy or things aren't being clear.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #batman comic rewrite basically #dp x dc crossover #spirit halloween ship

[shadowtriovibes]

waiting for the gift of sound and vision

Pairing: Gen (Ominis Gaunt & MC & Sebastian Sallow)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: request: Could I request Ominis showing a blind muggleborn reader (MC or not your choice) how to navigate with their wand and they show him how to use their cane in return?"

“Truthfully, there aren’t very many of us,” Ominis tells him ruefully. “But I suppose you must have felt very lonely not knowing that there others like you and me at Hogwarts. Are you a first-year, Bennet?” Bennet answers, “Yes. My parents are Muggles, and – and when they found out I have magic, they thought maybe…” He trails off, and Ominis feels the bed shift slightly as the boy kicks his feet anxiously.

It’s barely one week into his sixth year when Ominis finds himself resignedly making his way to the hospital wing.

Of course, he’d just found a peaceful corner of the common room where he could start to work on his first Potions essay of the year without the dictation quill getting confused by a roomful of voices when a soft-spoken second-year student shyly approaches him.

“Yes?” he asks somewhat tersely.

The student, evidently not expecting the blind heir of Slytherin to have noticed her approaching, flinches.

“M-my apologies, Mister Gaunt, sir,” she stammers. “It’s just that, er…”

He sighs softly and puts his quill to the side. He recognizes the girl’s voice from when Nerida had proudly introduced her as her younger sister after the Sorting Ceremony.

“Please, Emmeline,” he sighs softly. “You don’t need to call me ‘sir’ or ‘mister,’ I’m not a professor.”

Nor am I any of my brothers, he thinks bitterly, knowing that they absolutely would have expected a naive young student such as her to show a certain level of deference.

“A-alright, Ominis,” she says softly. “Um, Sebastian Sallow asked me to come find you and tell you that he’s being looked after by Nurse Blainey, and to please bring him the library books by his bed.”

Ominis frowns. “Was he asking you to bring them, or me?”

Emmeline quietly giggles and admits, “Actually, I’m not sure. But I can take them, it’s no problem.”

Smirking, Ominis reaches for his dictation quill and tucks it back into his school bag, along with his untouched parchment. He will not allow his best friend to take advantage of all the schoolgirls with crushes who’ve taken to following him around since the start of term.

“Thank you, Emmeline,” Ominis tells her. “I can take Sebastian his books. In any case, I’d like to learn for myself what nonsense he’s gotten into this time.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, sounding a touch disappointed.

“Yes,” he answers, finally offering her a kind smile. “Go on then, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of Charms homework to attend to.”

Emmeline quickly scurries off while Ominis returns to his dormitory and gathers the books Sebastian had left in a haphazard pile on his bedside table. Given that they haven’t been charmed into Braille, he isn’t exactly sure which books he’s picked up. However, since Sebastian hadn’t been specific, he suspects they aren’t textbooks but rather library books he’s taken out for his own research.

(Though none of them have that unsettling, electric feeling that Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook had when Ominis had first touched it, so he has no reservations about delivering them.)

Ominis gathers the books in the crook of one arm and navigates to the south wing with his wand pointed in front of him. Even if he hadn’t thoroughly memorized the layout of Hogwarts castle by now, his wand still proves to be exceptionally useful in avoiding collisions with distracted students, meddling poltergeists, and even the occasional wall that simply wasn’t there the day before.

When Ominis eventually arrives at the infirmary, he’s pleased to discover that he won’t have to deliver a lecture to Sebastian, seeing as you’ve already got quite the head start.

“Honestly, Seb, you’ve got to be more careful!” he hears you sigh.

“Me?!” he exclaims indignantly. “I’m not the one who decided to bring Fire Crabs to class on the very first week of school!”

“Fire Crabs are O.W.L. standard, Sebastian,” you argue. “Maybe if you hadn’t skipped Beasts so many times last year, you would have remembered how to pick one up without… that happening.”

Ominis can’t see Sebastian’s injuries, but having grown up in the Gaunt household means that he’s unfortunately familiar with the smell of burnt flesh.

“I hear you’ve already started without me,” Ominis says cheekily as he drops Sebastian’s books at the foot of his bed. “Tell me, how serious is it this time? Are we going to lose him?”

“Piss off,” Sebastian drawls tiredly.

“He’s going to be fine in a few hours,” you quickly tell Ominis. “He’s got burns all over his arms from Howin’s Fire Crabs, but Blainey practically dunked him in Dittany salve so he’s just got to stitch up again, essentially.”

Ominis winces. “How colorful.”

“I see you brought my books,” Sebastian observes, pleased. “Cheers.”

“I couldn’t very well let Emmeline do it, could I?” Ominis asks derisively. “Really, Sebastian? Taking advantage of the little ones with crushes, are we?”

“Sebastian Sallow!” you exclaim. “Did you ask Nerida’s sister to fetch your books for you while I stepped away for five minutes?”

“N-no, I definitely meant for Ominis to do it!” Sebastian protests.

Ominis sighs tiredly. Knowing Sebastian, the truth is that he probably didn’t much care how his books wound up in his hands, as long as he had something to occupy his mind.

“Love, I swear,” Sebastian says softly. “Please don’t be mad.”

Ominis listens while you take a slow, even breath, and then you murmur, “Well, I suppose you’ve already been sufficiently punished for being a prat today.”

“That’s fair enough,” he agrees quickly.

Ominis tunes out slightly while Sebastian attempts to coax you into staying and reading to him since he can’t very well hold his books in his bandaged hands. That’s when he first realizes that the three of you aren’t alone in the infirmary.

At the opposite end of the room, someone is crying – the childlike kind of cries that usually come from a twisted ankle or a skinned knee.

“Who’s that over there at the end?” Ominis asks softly, distracting you from Sebastian’s placating.

“Oh, that’s Emmeline’s new friend, Bennet,” you murmur. “She was in here with him when we arrived, but he doesn’t look that hurt.”

You trail off apologetically, and Ominis understands that you were probably too distracted by Sebastian’s burns to have paid much attention to why the small boy was currently sitting on one of the infirmary beds.

With a cursory wave of his wand, Ominis deduces that the figure in Nurse Blainey’s office must be the matron herself. He also realizes that the boy is entirely alone.

“I’ll go have a word with him,” Ominis tells you quietly. “He shouldn’t have to sit all by himself.”

You wordlessly pull Ominis into a quick one-armed hug while Sebastian proudly murmurs, “Go on, mate. That’s very kind of you.”

Wand outstretched, Ominis carefully makes his way over to the small boy so as not to scare him.

“Hello,” he calls out softly. “Are you alright?”

The boy flinches, startled. However, he doesn’t look up.

“S-sorry?” he asks in a young, high voice. “Who’s there?”

Lowering his wand, he introduces himself. “Are you Bennet? I’m Ominis Gaunt. I’m a sixth-year, and those are my friends over there. Do you see?”

From a few beds away, you gently wave over at Bennet and Sebastian nods with a pained-looking grimace.

“...N-no,” the boy whispers. “I can’t see.”

For a moment, Ominis is horrified. What sort of Potions mishap or Charms practice gone wrong could have resulted in this poor boy losing his sight?!

…But then he realizes.

Unbeknownst to him, leaning next to Bennet’s bed is one of the long, white canes that he’s heard of blind Muggles using to navigate the world around them. You hadn’t noticed it earlier in your distraction, and even if Sebastian had, he wouldn’t have understood what it was for.

“You can’t see, hmm?” Ominis asks softly, gently taking a seat on the bed next to the boy. “...Would you like to know something?”

“W-what?” Bennet whimpers, slightly bracing himself.

“I can’t see, either,” Ominis tells him. “I’m blind. Are you blind too?”

Bennet swallows nervously and admits, “Yes. I… I didn’t know there were other people like me here.”

Merlin’s beard, Ominis feels gutted for this boy.

“Truthfully, there aren’t very many of us,” Ominis tells him ruefully. “But I suppose you must have felt very lonely not knowing that there others like you and me at Hogwarts. Are you a first-year, Bennet?”

Bennet answers, “Yes. My parents are Muggles, and – and when they found out I have magic, they thought maybe…”

He trails off, and Ominis feels the bed shift slightly as the boy kicks his feet anxiously.

“Well, I’m sure that Nurse Blainey has told you by now that magic can’t be used to restore sight for those like us who’ve never had it,” Ominis says carefully.

Bennet doesn’t answer, but Ominis hears him sniffle sadly.

Softly, he rests his hand on the middle of the boy’s back. He gently rubs in small circles, like how his aunt had done for him when he was a young boy.

All at once, he remembers how utterly adrift he’d felt at Bennet’s age. Before coming to Hogwarts, he’d felt hopelessly lost in his world. All around him were people that possessed sight, possessed magic… He recalls hoping he’d be gifted with both someday, and then eventually hoping he’d at least achieve the latter.

But so many of them had also all possessed a sort of cruelty that he hoped would never take root inside him the way he’d observed with his parents, and later his brothers.

“But,” Ominis continues. “Magic is very special nonetheless. It can offer ways of… of perceiving that isn’t exactly sight, but can come quite close.”

“Nurse Blainey told me that,” Bennet mumbles grumpily. “It’s like my cane.”

“Your cane?” Ominis repeats. “Is that something you used in the Muggle world?”

“I still have it,” Bennet tells him, feeling around for where he’d left the cane propped against the bedpost.

Bennet leans it toward Ominis for him to feel. Ominis reaches out a hand and traces his fingertips along the smooth, cool surface of the thin cane. It feels… lifeless, honestly. He wonders how in Merlin’s name a young man like Bennet is supposed to use something like this to find his way in the wizarding world.

Then he taps it gently on the ground and feels how it vibrates against the stone floor.

Bennet explains, “It’s supposed to help me not trip or get lost, but…”

The boy sighs, sounding as world-weary as a wizard ten times his age.

“Ah,” Ominis says, chuckling softly. “I think I understand, though I do question how useful something like this would be in a place like Hogwarts.”

“Why do the stairs have to change so often?” Bennet whines. “And some of the doors are portraits. They don’t even have a doorknob! How am I supposed to know when I’m at a door or when I’m just talking to an empty frame?”

“Oh, Bennet,” Ominis says, fighting back an actual laugh. “Believe me, I understand completely.”

After a few moments of silence, Bennet asks him, “Do you have a cane?”

“No,” Ominis answers him. “I’ve never had anything like that, actually.”

In fact, Ominis rather wishes he could have had a cane like Bennet’s when he was a child. Before that fateful day at Ollivander’s with his aunt Noctua, he’d developed a regrettable habit of walking virtually anywhere with his hands gently outstretched, hoping that he’d brush his fingertips against any obstructions before running face-first into them.

(His parents hadn’t wanted him to have any sort of navigational aid that would make him “look like a Muggle,” and he’d been too young for a wand of his own. He hadn’t even been taught Braille until Professor Weasley had taken him aside and shown him how to transfigure his textbooks into textured, raised text that she quickly learned he was unable to read.)

“Then how do you…?” Bennet asks him warily.

Ominis twirls his wand in his long fingers. “Would you like me to show you?”

Bennet holds a hand out expectantly, bumping up against Ominis’ own. In that moment he feels a sort of warmth spread through his body. It’s as if he’s met someone for the first time who speaks the same language as him – one he’d never wanted to learn, one he’d fought so hard against for so long no less.

“This is my wand,” Ominis explains to him in a soft voice. “I’ve had this wand since the summer before my first year of school.”

“I’ve got a wand,” Bennet tells him.

“Did you get it from Ollivander’s shop in London?” Ominis asks, and Bennet hums affirmatively. “Well, you may remember that Mister Ollivander said that each wand ‘chooses’ its witch or wizard, and when you treat your wand correctly, it becomes your best friend.”

(Ominis distinctly remembers those exact words; he’d never had a best friend before.)

“I only know how to do a few things with mine,” Bennet admits. “I can make a feather float and I can turn my books into Braille, but only a few pages at a time.”

“That’s quite impressive for only having been at Hogwarts for a week,” Ominis tells him as he gently bumps his shoulder against the smaller boy’s. “But maybe I can show you something that helps me most of all.”

“Is it like seeing?” Bennet asks eagerly.

“It’s… well, I’m not really sure,” Ominis tells him slowly. “I tell my friends that it’s probably a lot like seeing, but the truth is that I simply wouldn’t know. However, it does help me avoid walking into walls anymore.”

Bennet perks up. “Please. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s better than the cane.”

Ominis wraps Bennet’s hand tighter around the handle of his wand and murmurs, “Apparere Adumbratio.”

The tip of Ominis’ wand starts to emanate a pulsating red light, and both Bennet and Ominis are overcome with the sensation of figures springing to life around them. The rows of empty beds appear first, including Sebastian’s prone form lazily lounging on a pile of pillows. Then the boys can make out where you’re seated next to him as you softly read aloud from one of his library books. Outlines of side tables, privacy curtains, and even the Hufflepuff prefect keeping watch just outside the doorway add further definition to the room.

Ominis has tried to describe what he “sees” to Sebastian and Anne countless times as a child, and most of the time it’s futile. Though he’s learned what color means to sighted witches or wizards, having no frame of reference himself he can’t say whether what he senses is in color or not. He suspects not, as magic can be ruthlessly efficient at times, and he has no need for it.

He can’t read words like this, either. While he can make out the shape of a book, its markings remain undecipherable and unrendered in his perception.

And as for people, they tend to largely look the same. The spell calls forth a mere outline – precisely what he needs to understand where in space a person is. The things that make them unique – perfume scents, apparel textures, their voices, their manners – are all things he can take in with his other senses.

Whenever he’s discussed it in the past, Ominis had often felt like he wasn’t able to adequately describe how valuable this spell has been when it comes off as being quite limited.

But as soon as Bennet gasps, he knows that this boy beside him understands.

“Wh-what… oh, wow,” he whispers. “It’s… it’s like – everything is here, I can tell where everything is!”

“It helps, doesn’t it?” Ominis murmurs. “Like I said, it’s not perfect, but –”

“It’s amazing,” Bennet breathes. “I… I can tell that’s Nurse Blainey over there. I can hear the potion bottles she’s got in her hands, and – and your friend, she’s reading from a book! She’s holding it!”

Ominis listens happily while Bennet excitedly narrates the rest of the room.

“...Can I do this with my own wand?” the younger boy eventually asks him.

“I should think so,” Ominis tells him. “You’ll need to practice, though. It’s not an easy charm.”

“I will,” Bennet murmurs to himself. “I’ll practice, I’ll become so good at it.”

“I’d be happy to help you,” Ominis says. “I didn’t have anyone to help me, so… it might be easier if you have a friend.”

“You’d be my friend?” Bennet asks hopefully.

“Of course,” Ominis tells him, pretending not to notice how his voice has become a little thick. “It would be my pleasure, Bennet.”

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy gen fic #sebastian sallow #ominis & mc & sebastian #can i get a 'FUCK THE GAUNT FAMILY' #also meet my lil OC bennet!!!

[pessimistic-hedgehog]

"Do you remember," George went on, "what we found in the tunnels beneath Aickmere's? Aside from a massive pile of human bones."

"I found Lucy," Lockwood said. His smile made me feel a little flushed. He'd had to climb down into the tunnels after the Poltergeist pulled me in.

#lockwood and co #book quotes #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #locklyle #george cubbins #jonathan stroud #ya books #one of my favourite locklyle quotes

[first-edition-dumpster-fire]

Guess who’s back? Back again! Anddddddd posting for the second time in a day. Wow, I guess there is a first time for everything.

Anyway, on to what y’all are actually here for......

My Classic Monster Headcanons for the Casper Crew + Finn

Bruce Yamada

-he’d most definitely be a werewolf, like full-on 1985 Teen Wolf over here

-he’d try to keep it secret bc of his family, but the other Grabbed and Gwen would all know relatively quickly

-if he were to suddenly become a werewolf - whether that be bitten or activated over time - there wouldn’t be much of an adjustment period, he’d accept being a werewolf pretty quickly

-true to most canine fashion, he’s very good with people, which is why he’s so popular and well-liked

-there are dark sides to every coin tho, he can be very passive aggressive on his time of the month and his heats are no joke. It’s just better to steer clear of him until his head is on straight and he’s more sociable. Doesn’t matter if you’re friend, family, lover, or foe; Bruce is just very angry and aggressive during the full moon

Robin Arellano

-may be a shock to some, but Robin is a zombie

-he may be the toughest kid in school, but he honestly doesn’t look it at all, he looks totally unassuming to strangers

-like Bruce, he’d take to being a zombie pretty quickly and almost seamlessly, he likes how it makes it easier for him to think and the energy he gets from it

-most assume that zombies are slow and sluggish, and while he isn’t the best at math, the rest couldn’t be less true

-on the other hand, his craving for raw meat is pretty inconvenient in fights. And the only thing that he misses about being human is sleeping. For him, sleep was the only real way for him to relax and let his tough guy persona rest; he can’t do that anymore and it frustrates him. Speaking of, try not to frustrate him, if you thought he was bad before in his fights, the lack of exhaustion and need for a break makes him even more fearsome and relentless in fights

Billy “Paperboy” Showalter

-coincidentally, or not, Paperboy would be a mummy

-Paperboy does not take to being a mummy well at all, actively hates on it for a good while, and does his best to keep it a secret from everyone

-luckily, or unluckily, for him, he has all of eternity to get used to it

-he does enjoy the invulnerability, and some of the powers he gets, but he absolutely loathes the random piles of sand he finds in his room or on his person

-no one knows if it’s intentional or not - though the Grabbed and Gwen have their suspicions - but sometimes Paperboy getting what he wants goes too far. Almost as if he doesn’t care about others and their free will. In the cases where he doesn’t get his way, it is infinitely worse for other people around him. Swarms of locusts buzz and bite his classmates. sand finds its way into carpets, hair, food, and in bodies. Blood infects and dilutes the town water supply when Paperboy is angry. And no one knows for sure how it happens

Griffin Stagg

-not that much different than a ghost, Griffin is a poltergeist

-he may not have a large impact physically, but you can be damn sure the world feels it when he’s near

-he doesn’t really seem to have much of a reaction to his new circumstances, he kind of likes to just roll with the punches

-it doesn’t really matter if he tried to keep it a secret, he doesn’t have anyone to tell it to besides the Grabbed

-out of all of the Grabbed, Griffin has the most trouble controlling his abilities - even worse than Paperboy, supposedly - and he doesn’t know why. The only real ability that he has no trouble with is entering the spirit dimension. Sometimes he has dark thoughts about being there, he feels like he belongs there, alone, and always has. On his darker days, you should expect rain storms, inanimate objects moving around, random tragedies, and all around mayhem. It’s not Griffin’s fault, he honestly can’t help it. Right?

Vance Hopper

-vance would be Frankenstein, you all know it

-over-aggressive over little things, violent when provoked, and gets an unnecessarily bad rep

-he hates being Frankenstein actively, despite getting used to his situation the quickest, everyone knows and god help you if you remind him; he’ll go from 0-100 alarmingly quickly

-hates looking into mirrors, pictures, and changing his clothes, he hates any reminder of what happened to him, people already considered him a violent, monstrous freak before. Now he just looked the part

-vance’s temper is off the charts as a re-animated being. He was no where near as volatile before, but now, every simple thing sets him off. Especially fire, or his own reflection. Vance likes being left alone, likes being comfortable in his surroundings. Now, he’s not even comfortable in his own skin, mostly bc its not even his for the most part. The worst part is, he’ll suffer forever, his strength and durability will be his greatest weakness, and make him the biggest threat

Finn Blake

-last but not least, finney would be a vampire

-not exactly Nosferatu, but pretty damn terrifying when the situation calls for it, as we’ve seen

-never truly gets used to being a vampire, and a large part of him will always partially miss being human, but he does enjoy being a vampire

-finney likes that he no longer has to be afraid of bullies bc he’s strong enough to best them, and fast enough to run away if he wanted to, its actually bc of this that people find out about him relatively quickly. Cmon, everyone is gonna notice when the school’s resident punching bag/loser suddenly kicks ass

-still, as kind and demure as Finn might seem, he’s still a deadly and bloodthirsty creature of the night. It’s not his fault he gets hungry. He didn’t choose to become a vampire. Honestly, if the entire town knows of his peculiar...proclivities, you’d think they’d know better than to go out at night. Where Finn is lurking, hungry and waiting. Plus, he’s not exactly good at controlling his strength or speed, so if he accidentally broke Moose’s jaw that one time, he didn’t mean to. It was an accident, after all

Thank you for all the likes, reblogs and follows, guys! This is the most encouragement and love I’ve ever seen for any of my works and it makes me proud and happy with my abilities as a writer and a fan. Of course, I wouldn’t be in this position if not for the attention given to me by the readers of Tumblr. So ask away! Any ideas, recommendations, or suggestions are both welcomed and encouraged. Well, I’ve still got a lot more ideas, so I’d better get to writing for y’all! Bye-bye!

#the black phone #tbp #finney blake #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #billy showalter #paperboy #billy showalter x reader #griffin stagg #griffin stagg x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #Dracula #frankenstiensmonster #the mummy #poltergeist #teen wolf #werewolves #zombie #the black phone headcanons #the black phone fix #fanfic #fanfiction

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3144: Gengar & Mimikyu-GX (Team Up)

Gengar & Mimikyu-GX was all about punishing large hand sizes. It hit really hard if the opponent had a bunch of Trainer cards, but wasn't so great otherwise. This was hard to control, and you were very unlikely to see this was a main attacker as a result. It was, at least, good in enough spots and in an accessible enough package that some Psychic decks could seriously look at this. It wasn't like 2 Energy was a lot to pay for and it was a Basic Pokemon, so a backup role was certainly a possibility in theory.

240 HP was a bit lower than the typical Tag Team. It combined with the Weakness to Darkness to actually cause a real problem in most formats. SUM-On had a lot of Zoroark-GX, and giving up 3 Prizes to a hit from that common of a Pokemon was not good at all. Spiritomb could also take advantage of it in UPR-On, then the later Eternatus VMAX could all cause problems in a big way. A Fighting Resistance was less likely to matter until the very end, where TEU-On had Rapid Strike Urshifu VMAX to consider. It actually could let this card survive and extra turn and was nice there. The Retreat Cost was 2, so Switch was nice but not absolutely required.

Poltergeist was really good in the right spot but not too reliable. 2 Psychic Energy let you look at the opponent's hand. The attack did 50 damage for each Trainer card there, so even 3 Trainers made this reasonable. Big hand sizes could be punished nicely by this, but the attack was also prone to being awful against small hands and things like Judge or Marnie weren't going to guarantee a full hand of Trainers. This made Gengar & Mimikyu-GX terrifying in spots but pretty poor in others, but even seeing this card on the field made people have to play differently to avoid the attack so it had value in games in that way even if the big hit didn't go off.

Horror House GX was meant to set up Poltergeist, but you only got to do it once. The attack did no damage for a Psychic Energy, but it also prevented the opponent from playing cards of any sort from their hand during their next turn. Each player also drew cards until they had 7 in their hand. This basically forced the opponent to have 8 cards there during your next turn, and that gave a good chance at a huge Poltergeist. It also could prevent the opponent from setting up during that time, which was useful if you needed an extra turn and they didn't have their side ready to go.

Gengar & Mimikyu-GX found a role in several decks as a back-up attacker that took advantage of the spots it could hit really hard in. Malamar decks were the first ones to use it, and Psychic versions of Mewtwo & Mew-GX could access the attack here from the discard pile. Later decks like Dragapult VMAX and Shadow Rider Calyrex VMAX sometimes kept a copy of this around as well for the same reasons. While it was never the focus of the deck, it had enough moments that it was something you had to know was available when facing decks of the type.

#pokemon #pokemon tcg #card of the day #gengar #mimikyu #gengar & mimikyu-gx #team up

[slythering-snake-boys]

It's Been Awhile Ch. 5

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 4483

Warnings: fluff, some angst, Sebastian being jealous and kinda insecure but also clingy and in love, a bit of cursing, some spoilers for Sebastian's questline, a pleasant surprise (hopefully)

Taglist: @cloudroomblog

"Morning..." Sebastian greeted Ominis tiredly as he sat down on the other side of the table the next morning.

"Good morning, Sebastian. Slept well?" He asked with a hint of a smile and Sebastian only sighed before shaking his head, looking over the mouth-watering dishes piled on the table in thought.

"Not really. Had a nightmare... And Peeves laughing in it only made it worse." The freckled man sighed before starting to gather food onto his plate, deciding that he just needed to eat something to feel better. And maybe seeing you might help him, too. For sure.

"Sorry to hear that. Want to talk about it?" Ominis thought he might get to tease Sebastian, but hearing about the supposed nightmare made him change his mind. He'd heard from the girls that you and Sebastian had been standing rather close to one another the previous night, even holding hands on the stone staircase. But they had fled once they saw Peeves, who was coming straight towards them in his frenzied search for Leander.

"No, it's fine..." Sebastian replied after a bit of hesitation. How could he tell Ominis that he'd dreamt you decided to go with someone else to the dance and even kissed them? He didn't know who the guy was since he couldn't remember anything about him, except that he was taller than you and well-built. He remembered that his rival was holding onto your waist, wearing a high-class suit and whispering in your ear, making you smile and laugh. Sebastian had felt his heart tear apart as he had watched you, wanting to both punch the guy and also turn his back and leave. Peeves' laugh followed him as the poltergeist made fun of him for not being able to get you. He involuntarily shivered at the faint memory of it all.

"You sure?" The blond insisted for the last time. Sebastian hummed.

"I'm good. Thanks, Ominis." Sebastian had decided long before that he'd try his hardest to get you back. But in the end, he wanted you to be happy. And if you decided that you'd rather be happier with someone else...then he was willing to let you go. As painful as it would surely be. After all, why would someone as amazing as you want someone like him? Someone with blood on his hands? Someone who definitely had some sort of darkness harbouring inside?

The brunette heard familiar voices and looked up, just in time to see you arriving and making his day better just with your presence alone. His heart stuttered in his chest just like it did when you two were still students and he'd see you, no matter the time or place. Even after your relationship had ended - when you'd only smile briefly in his direction before continuing on your way as he did the same - he still felt his mood improving thanks to you. And it hurt him, knowing that his unwavering desire to save Anne and learn more about Dark Magic at the same time had driven you away.

Compared to then, you now smiled brightly and waved at him. Sebastian felt his cheeks redden and a wide smile broke out on his face as he waved back.

He breathed out in relief, feeling some of the tension plaguing him disappearing. It had only been a nightmare. This was reality. He was closer to having you back now. He could- no, he would do better this time. He wouldn't let you get away because of his actions ever again. He'd prove to you that he was worthy of you and your affections.

"Sebastian? Do you have a costume for tonight?" Sebastian looked at Ominis, swallowing his food. He'd almost forgotten where he was for a second.

"I do. Why?"

"Could you help me pick one today from Hogsmead? Or worst case scenario, Twilfitt and Tattings, in case we don't find one here? I didn't have the time nor reason to get a new one recently and by the time I arrived, it was already too late." Sebastian tilted his head in curiosity and confusion. He himself had bought a costume just for this. A part of him had hoped he'd meet you and maybe, just maybe, ask you to save at least one dance for him. And now, he was counting his lucky stars for his decision. With a shake of his head, his attention was back on Ominis.

"But wasn't the dance mentioned in the letter or something? Why not have one just in case?"

"I had decided I wouldn't be going with anyone or at all, so I didn't see why I'd get a suit for nothing." Ominis pushed his food around, his eyebrows furrowed. One of Sebastian's eyebrows raised in suspicion before his lips pulled up into a teasing grin.

"Then what changed?" The blond could almost feel the smirk in his friend's voice and his face gained a peachy hue.

"I decided to finally ask someone...and they accepted, surprisingly." The wolfish grin spread across Sebastian's lips stretched.

"And who, pray tell, might the lucky one be?" Ominis shook his head, stabbing his food with his fork.

"I can't tell you."

"Why not? Afraid I might try to steal them away?" Ominis made a face that Sebastian could only define as one of disgust before shaking his head.

"Ew. And no. I already know you're going with MC. Almost the entire school knows. Even the first-years know." It was Sebastian's turn to become red. Hearing nothing else from his friend, Ominis smirked. "Still, that doesn't mean there aren't some who might try to steal her away. After all, you haven't asked her to be yours, so she's still single in pretty much everyone else's eyes, whether you're going to the dance together or not. So I'd be careful of a few of the guys here." Sebastian's hold on his fork tightened and he looked up at Ominis with a half glare. He hated when Ominis was being like this - he seemed almost cruel as he reminded him of this. In his defence, he had tried to get you to be his again, but he'd almost always been interrupted. Sebastian thought himself lucky for being able to even kiss you the previous night.

"I hate it when you turn my teasing against me..." Ominis grinned, back to eating happily.

"I know. That's why I do it. So, anyway, will you come and help me?" Sebastian looked at you, seeing you animatedly talking about something with Poppy, Natty and Garreth. He'd wanted to spend the day with you, but he couldn't let Ominis go by himself. Not when they were back on friendly terms again. He had missed his best friend.

"Sure."

"Great."

-

The rest of the day was spent in Hogsmeade, at Gladrags Wizardwear and Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. With Sebastian looking and Ominis trying dozens of dress robes and costumes, both men decided on one made out of dark blue, almost black velvet, and a white dress shirt that had a cravat decorated with a sparkling, precious red gem. Ominis insisted on the colour, much to Sebastian's confusion, but he decided not to question him.

The blond tried it for a bit, walking around to get the feel of it as his cane thumped against the wooden floor. But both men thought it looked good on him and Ominis felt good wearing it, so he ended up buying it. They were both relieved to not have to travel to Diagon Alley as they exited the shop. Sebastian was itching to go back to the castle and be around you for as long as possible before the dance that night.

"Well, we still have some time left until tonight. Shall we go to Honeydukes, then the Three Broomsticks?" Sebastian agreed and they both went to the two locations, feeling like little boys again. They felt good talking so freely as if they were back to the time before Sebastian decided to go down his chosen dark path.

"So...are we friends again?" Sebastian finally asked, wanting to know for sure if he had his best friend back or not. Ominis smiled as he looked down towards his mug. They'd already scarfed down two boxes of Chocolate Frogs and a few Sugar Quills, along with at least three mugs of Butterbeer each. Sebastian's teeth already hurt from all the sweets and he would never understand how Ominis could eat so many sweets without any issue.

"If you promise you're not attempting to involve yourself even more with the Dark Arts anymore, then yes."

"I'm not, I swear." He was silent for a couple of seconds. "MC said the same thing... Did you two talk about this beforehand?"

"I figured as much. And no, not really. We were both really worried for you though. And we knew you regretted what you'd done. Still... I told MC to give you space. Until we all went through everything that happened and healed as much as possible." He had had more than enough space to reflect on his words and actions. Hopefully, you and Ominis had both healed enough to forgive him. Maybe there was a slim chance that Anne might forgive him as well one day. At least write him once in a while, just so he could rest, knowing she was in good hands and still alive. Sebastian stared at Ominis, licking his lips nervously.

"Before this... Did you know she'd break up with me?" You had told him that no one but you and him knew. But Sebastian was aware of how much Ominis knew and found out. Probably faster than most of your mutual friends who still didn't know too much about what the three - four if he counted Anne as well - of you had been through during your fifth-year.

"No." Ominis shook his head. "I only found out from Imelda. She told me that she found MC crying in the girls' restroom the day you two broke up and told her you two had broken up." Sebastian ruminated over the blond's words and thought of that day.

He'd left you behind and didn't even look back, going to the library to look for books about the relic he'd found with you to drown out the dark thoughts about his life at that time. He felt the regret coursing through his veins at the thought of how much he'd hurt not only you, but Ominis as well. Anne had been affected just as much, if not more, especially being his twin sister. He didn't blame any of you for distancing yourselves from him.

"Are you alright, Sebastian?" Ominis asked, concern evident in his voice while his eyebrows pinched in the middle. It had been too quiet for too long, especially when it came from someone like Sebastian.

"Yeah, fine... Just thinking." The brunette replied quietly before taking a sip of his Butterbeer. He was tempted to order some Firewhiskey. But drinking his sorrows away had never had much of an appeal to him. He'd seen plenty of men doing the same and couldn't help but be bothered by the idea of ending up like that. He just...had to keep his head held high and continue trying his best to make amends for the pain he'd inflicted in his youth. Plus, it would be uncalled for, especially since he'd be dancing with you in a matter of hours. Sebastian wanted all his senses to be there in the moment, savouring the feel of you in his arms.

-

By the time the two arrived back at Hogwarts, it was time to start getting ready for the dance.

Sebastian's suit was simple, but classy, showing off the way his towering frame had changed into the attractive man he now was. He checked himself in the mirror, arranging his cravat that also had a precious gemstone of your favourite colour pinned to it. He styled his hair as best as he could before staring at himself in the mirror. He looked good and he knew it. He'd been working out plenty, wanting to feel and look strong - be someone people could look up to and know they could trust, even with their lives. But would it be good enough for someone like you? After all, people like you and Ominis were in another league altogether: Ominis because of his Slytherin heritage and money, and you thanks to your Ancient Magic.

"Sebastian, how do I look? Is something out of place? I feel like there's something out of place. Oh, Merlin... Does my hair look good?" He turned towards Ominis, admiring how posh his friend looked. However, the blond also looked like he was ready to up and run from his nerves. Or maybe suddenly combust. His cheeks were a bit too red. It all made Sebastian infinitely more curious about the blind man's date.

"Let me see..." He came closer, inspecting his clothes and his hair, but there was nothing. "You look good, there's nothing wrong. You look fine."

"That's a relief. I...want to look good for my date." Sebastian smiled fondly at his best friend, watching how uncharacteristically nervous he appeared. His date must've been someone very important to him. Ominis was a good guy and he deserved the best, especially when it came to people. The brunette hoped his best friend's date was a decent person who'd treasure him, even if it was just for the night.

"I'm sure whoever they are, they'll love the way you look and even compliment you." Ominis twisted his cane nervously as he looked at the ground.

"I hope so..." Sebastian clapped his back, almost pushing his blind friend forward from the force of it. His friend only glared at him somewhat playfully. Now that was more like the Ominis he knew, he thought with a wide, teasing grin.

"Sorry, don't know my own strength sometimes." Ominis continued glaring at him and Sebastian only chuckled, squeezing his friend's shoulder. "Seriously though, stop worrying. Everything's going to be fine. Now, let's go."

"Eager, are we?" The blond man smirked, obviously pleased with teasing his best friend and knowing the tables had turned.

"Shut up..." Sebastian deadpanned, making Ominis chuckle as they both left together. They reached the Entrance Hall, already seeing different couples, arm in arm, entering the Great Hall with wide smiles on their faces. They sat back to allow them through, waiting for their dates close to the main staircase.

"Sebastian, stop fidgeting so much. I can almost hear your suit starting to wrinkle." Ominis hissed quietly, making the brunette glance at him before breathing in and out.

"I'm nervous." Ominis sighed and smiled fondly, squeezing his best friend's arm reassuringly. The only other time he remembered hearing and feeling Sebastian acting like this was right before he had asked you out. The blond almost strangled his best friend from how much he was pacing and questiong himself and whether he should confess to you or not. He smiled at the memory.

"Don't be. MC is going to arrive any second now and I know she'll be overjoyed to see you."

"I sure hope so, mate... I sure hope- Oh, shit..." He cursed quietly as his eyes widened. There you were, wearing a dress that was made just for you. It had to be because you looked ethereal. Sebastian gulped when your eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on him, a beaming smile overtaking your lips. You waved and he subconsciously smiled widely, his heart beating at the speed of what felt like a hummingbird's wings.

"Is it MC?" He vaguely heard Ominis ask him, unable and unwilling to hear the teasing tone in his voice. He was entranced and rooted to his spot. Even if a throng of Hippogriffs would've come barelling through he probably wouldn't move or take his eyes off of you.

"Yeah..." He sounded breathless and Ominis smirked but felt truly happy for his friends. After all, you two deserved to be happy after the events you'd been through. Hopefully, you'd be happy together.

"She looks that good, huh? I've only ever known you to be this speechless when you singed our eyebrows off as we were learning Confringo and I asked you how it went." If he would've paid proper attention to the blond's words, Sebastian would've definitely laughed at the memory. But he was still staring at you, mouth agape and set into a speechless smile at how beautiful you were. Then, he did a double-take when he saw you turn and motion someone forward.

"Anne...?" Now Ominis seemed nervous as he straightened up at the sound of his best friend's sister's name. "W-What..." Words had never failed him the way they did then.

He watched you and Anne descend the stairs, arm in arm. His twin sister seemed nervous and a little unsure, her eyes going from her brother to Ominis. She was wearing a rich, beautiful green dress that made her stand out thanks to her pale skin which looked healthier than ever. As soon as you two were in front of them, Sebastian and Anne stared at one another in silence - one stunned, the other nervous and apprehensive.

"Anne..." He glanced at her, then at you, his face a mix of confusion, sadness, regret, happiness and shock. "MC? What's going on?"

"How about we go and sit somewhere where we can talk quietly? I'll explain everything." He barely nodded before you let go of Anne. You grabbed her brother's muscular arm, getting close to him as he watched Anne and Ominis do the same, both of them smiling and talking in hushed tones while blushing. All four of you entered the Great Hall and found a table in the corner where it was quiet enough to talk. Everyone else was already mingling, drinking punch or dancing, with a few sitting at various tables.

When you were all seated, silence fell upon you all. You breathed in before smiling, seeing both Anne and Ominis doing the same. Only Sebastian was left confused, looking from one to another.

"Okay then... Sebastian?" He looked at you, eyes wide and pleading for an explanation. His mind was in a state of confusion that almost had it reeling. "Anne is okay now. The curse has been removed." He looked at his sister again, noticing that it was true - she looked so much better now, almost as if she'd been reborn. She looked like her old self, though her hair had grown longer and she appeared to be full of life, her eyes sparkling.

"But...how?"

"MC..." Anne spoke, making his head snap towards her. He hadn't heard her voice in years. "She found a way using her Ancient Magic." Sebastian turned to regard you with wide eyes and parted lips.

"But, Isidora..." He knew how dangerous it was to use that sort of power on someone. The risk of removing not only the negative feelings but also all emotions was higher than he could've ever imagined. You had told him that much, even after he'd pestered you to ask the Keepers to teach you the necessary spell in order to help Anne. And following your fight with Ranrok, after which you spent almost an entire month at St. Mungo's because of your extensive injuries... He had wondered if it was even worth having so much power if it could cost you your life. He didn't want to lose you again.

"I've been researching what Isidora did, but with the Keepers' help and guidance. And I've developed a way to remove limited amounts of curses." Sebastian blinked, unable to properly comprehend what he was hearing. All of his emotions were running rampant, making his thoughts muddled.

"How do you mean?"

"Say, Anne was 100% cursed. I could only remove 20% at a time. Thing is, that curse would fester and grow back in time. So when I'd removed 20%, she was left with 80%. This 80% would then grow to 90% in those few months of rest for both of us. So, I'd remove that 20% once every few months until it was all gone. This way, none of us would get hurt or worse." He looked at you as if you were from another planet altogether.

"For how long have you been doing this?" He asked quietly.

"Um, it must've been..." You looked at Anne, not really sure how long it had been.

"Almost 4 years. She removed the curse once every 5 months." Anne responded, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand as you did the same, smiling at one another. Sebastian's mind was at its most extreme point. He couldn't believe that you'd done what he had been trying to do for years. You - smart, sweet, beautiful, amazing you!

"Now, I want you two to stay and talk things out. Come to Ominis and me when you're done, okay?" You looked at Sebastian with a tender smile before kissing his cheek. He blushed right away before he saw Anne squeezing Ominis' hand as he got up and you both left. The twins looked at one another nervously.

-

"Are they still talking?" Ominis asked you, nursing a glass of Firewhiskey. Since there were barely any students left and only the alumni and teachers were invited, you all were allowed to consume alcohol for the night. Responsibly and in moderation, of course.

"They're smiling. I think it might be our cue soon. You'll finally be able to dance with Anne." He smiled and blushed, obviously excited at the prospect.

"Honestly, thank you. When you told me about this years ago... I was sceptical and honestly scared that either or both of you might get hurt or even worse."

"Heh... Something did happen, actually..." You huffed in slight amusement and looked at the ground, remembering one of the last few times you went to Anne to remove a part of the curse. "I remember how excited we both were when there were only two more parts left to be taken out..." Only you and Anne knew about that incident.

"Hmm? What do you mean? What happened then? Oh, Merlin, please don't tell me..." Ominis' voice trailed off and his hazy blue eyes widened in panic, sensing something wrong about the way you were wording your confession. His heart was drumming quickly, praying nothing too bad had happened. Had you somehow gotten cursed as well? Were you alright? Had you been lying to him? Surely Anne would've told him if there was anything wrong with you, right? Merlin, he wished he could see right now.

"I'm okay now. But I was careless at that time." You sighed deeply, unaware of Sebastian and Anne coming over until they were within earshot. "I was extracting another part of Anne's curse... Something distracted me, I can't remember what... Something breaking or someone's voice... And the curse, it... It just...slipped from my wand and got inside me." Sebastian stopped, watching the back of your head before he turned to look at his sister in shock. She was looking at the ground, feeling guilty, despite it not being her fault.

"I went through exactly what Anne had for the next year or so. Because when those 5 months were up for her, only then was I finally able to take the rest of her curse out of her. Then I spent the next few months waiting until I could extract it from myself." All three of them were quiet, with Anne still feeling guilty, although you had reassured her it hadn't been her fault at all.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sebastian's disappointed and shocked voice made you look back, only to actually see him looking at you worriedly. You smiled at him sadly, not liking how worried he looked.

"I wanted to surprise you with Anne's recovery. She was the driving force behind my research, after all. I knew that there would be risks and I fully accepted them. No need to worry, though. I completely took the curse out of both of us. And it's safely stored so no one will ever suffer because of it. It was a nasty thing, really. But it's gone now." He said nothing, feeling a multitude of emotions trying to come up to the surface. The brunette wanted to hug you, chastise you, kiss you, ask you if you were alright, thank you... But he didn't. He didn't know what to do first. How could he encompass all those emotions and actions into one thing?

"MC... I think you broke him." Anne pretended to whisper, making you, Ominis and herself laugh. She had to try and lighten up the mood somehow. She didn't expect Sebastian to find out about your incident so suddenly. But she knew that he'd worry anyway. After all, it was clear her twin was still deeply in love with you.

"I didn't mean to! Honestly!" You looked up at Sebastian, smiling reassuringly at him. "I'm sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean to worry you. I just didn't think you'd want to talk with me after everything and... I wasn't sure it would even work as it was supposed to. I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up for nothing." You shrugged and Sebastian had the sudden urge to pick you up and kiss you silly. But he refrained and even stepped back when Natty, Poppy and a few others and their dates came over. You all got to properly meet Robert and Samuel, who turned out to be great guys. And Imelda...

"You're married?!" She laughed in response to everyone's outburst, a dozen questions following up.

"Yup! For the past 6 months. This is Alexey, from Durmstrang. He's a Dark Arts teacher there." The man in question smiled as he held Imelda by her waist. She looked up at him, feeling smug about being with someone who she obviously thought was powerful and attentive enough to be by her side. "And I also teach martial magic and sometimes train the Quidditch team." He completed, Imelda looking up at him proudly. He looked equally as proud to be by her side, which made you smile. It was weird to see Imelda being in love. But it was cute.

Sebastian's arm was also around your middle, holding you against his side, though you knew he was holding himself back from actually clinging to you to show everyone you were with him. But the way his arm snaked around you, with his fingers barely digging into your side as he towered protectively over you, made you smile and glance at him. He was breathtakingly handsome, those freckles of his almost seeming to sparkle like faraway stars while a smile lit his face when he gazed down at you.

#bomi's stuff #iba series #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #hogwarts legacy x reader

[bluekoi22]

draw pile of arti and her adopted kids also inv is here (also her biological kids are here I guess)

I FINALLY DREW THE TRADER AND THEIR SIBLING, THE POLTERGEIST

@pan-perkozeq I redrew the rock buddies doodle

@fivepebbles *randomly asends*

@saintwyrm throwable object

So many tags :-:

#rain world #rainworld #digital art #rainworld iterator #rw art #doodle #rw slugcat #slugcat #Rainword a #rainworld art #rw artificer #rw ??? #rw inv #rw enot #rw five pebbles #rw fanart #rw monk #rainworld saint #rainworld monk #rainworld survivor #rainworld oc #rainworld slugcat #rw slugpup #rw slugcat oc #rain world art #rw survivor #rw sofanthiel #rw downpour #rw au

[blooky8]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhaiiii :ззз

you are currently visiting the haunted blog of a restless spirit.

«who exactly is haunting this place?», you might ask, and i'll answer that if you look around well enough, you'll be sure to see some familiar faces, even if most of their features are faded and distorted by the ectoplasm.

look at that fella right behind you! seems like it's the ghost of that project you are putting off finishing right now! it looks so clear because it's not quite dead yet, the situation might still be salvageable, but on the brink of death the poor thing has nothing to do but to follow you around until you feel its weight behind you and decide to pay attention to it!

i would guess that you'd want to deal with that as soon as possible, but if you've scrolled through the hellsite far enough to find me, motivating you is already a lost cause...

oh well! since you're staying, we could pay a visit to everyone else hanging around! there are the weeping ghosts of unfinished drawings, some leave smearing ink behind them, some - sharp pixels... oh, and that big unmoving pile of ectoplasm is the ghosts of all the books you dropped reading after barely even starting them! be careful around that place, you might accidentally find a fanfiction poltergeist among them, that's gonna become a problem really fast...

see that sad, fading thing over there? that's the ghost of a forgotten website. not sure where it came from, but that one's still holding onto this layer of reality solely because of me feeding him with simple html code from time to time. he's so ancient, i can barely believe that he managed to reach this place! if i find out who left him like this, that irresponsible user is in big trouble!!!

...it wasn't you, right?

👻 about me:

blook

she/they

adult

🔮 current interests:

animaniacs

pinky and the brain

will sometimes reblog: aa, rgg, su, pnf, mlp, woy

📝 what i post:

analysis

moodboards

screenshots

reviews

random thoughts

rb art, headcanons, non-fandom stuff i find interesting

[haveyoureadthishorrorbookpoll]

Have you read...

note: If you did not finish but feel you read enough to form an opinion, you may choose a ‘Yes’ option instead of 'Partly' (e.g., Yes, I didn’t like it). Interpret "neutral or complicated" however you like, I intended this category to be a broad option between like and dislike.

It is the story of four seekers who arrive at a notoriously unfriendly pile called Hill House: Dr. Montague, an occult scholar looking for solid evidence of a "haunting"; Theodora, the lighthearted assistant; Eleanor, a friendless, fragile young woman well acquainted with poltergeists; and Luke, the future heir of Hill House. At first, their stay seems destined to be merely a spooky encounter with inexplicable phenomena. But Hill House is gathering its powers—and soon it will choose one of them to make its own.

submit a horror book!

#the haunting of hill house #hill house #shirley jackson #horror #horrorbookpoll #horror books

[socialjusticeinamerica]

🧐

#andrew lloyd webber #theater #theatre #ghost #poltergeist

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok I have returned with a request for sjsm so here I go, could you do spooky who meets reader who is a ghost has been at the mansion long before the specimens made the mansion their home along with spooky

"Boo!! Did I scare you??"

"Ah...! You did! You gave me quite a fright!" Pretending to faint, you placed a hand over your still heart. Then the tiniest of grins formed on your lips as you gazed down at the blue-haired girl in a devil costume.

Somehow this 9 year old child--who called herself "Spooky" and insisted that was her real name--managed to infiltrate the mansion that you inherited from your elders...which you now haunted for all eternity after passing on a long time ago.

You don't recall what exactly did you in, but it was just tragic enough for you to become a ghost. And until you figured out what or why...you'll remain here, attached to this mansion. It was actually not half-bad, although it did get quite lonely up here, especially in recent years.

Rumors around the town began to spread about the precise origins of the mansion.....none of which were true, but sadly you couldn't give any of them the whole story, even if you tried.

Any contact you've attempted to make with humans would only lead to them pointing at you, screaming "ghost" at the top of their lungs, and promptly running away with their hands in the air.

That's how it's been for decades...although as of late people have become less superstitious. They started seeing ghosts, poltergeists, etc. as things of fiction. The only ones they "believed in" were Halloween costumes where kids wore white sheets and cut-out two holes for the eyes.

Apparently, the rumors of your mansion ceased to exist as well. So you haven't had a visitor in a long time....until Spooky came along and bravely entered alone.

Despite her name, the truth was that she was far too cute to ever be considered "spooky". But you didn't want her to feel discouraged, especially after she mentioned her own parents believing she's too young to be interested in Edgar Allan Poe. So you went along with her act to keep her happy.

As they say, "confidence is key".

"Good." Smirking in triumph, Spooky set down her plastic pitchfork on one of the tables, before climbing up the bunk bed ladder, sitting on the top mattress. There, she emptied her pumpkin-themed bucket upside down, candy spilling out into a pile. "Say...do you like candy?"

"I used to." You nodded, floating up to see her sorting her treats into different stacks. "But I can't exactly...eat it anymore."

"..ohhh, right, right..." She muttered, looking disappointed that she forgot that simple fact, although her cheerful attitude perked right back up. "Sooooo what's it like being a ghost? I bet you're a natural at scaring people! Can you teach me some tricks??" She tilted her head curiously.

"Ah, well..I don't do anything special." You shook your head, sighing. "I just need to...appear to them and they'd freak out. Nowadays, kids just come up this hill and dare each other to knock on the door. If they do see me...they call me a "dumb actor". Nothing I do scares them anymore. I wish I had some good advice for you, Spooks, but the truth is nobody believes in ghosts anymore. We're just make-believe to them..."

Although you felt kinda bad for dumping your problems on this child, she seemed to be absolutely focused on your words, her frown only growing as she munched on a chocolate bar. She gazed up at the full moon in thought, although she wondered how the glass windows stayed squeaky-clean when they were alllll the way up there.

But she snapped out of it, realizing there's a more pressing issue at hand:

Ghosts weren't taken seriously anymore.

There had to be a way to change that!

"Hmph..I think what this town needs is a haunted house...a real one. Not a cheap cardboard maze or anything dumb like that." She huffed. "This place is a perfect setting! Maybe one day I can help you haunt this place! And we can invite some friends and build up our own ghost army! That way, everybody will be scared again!"

You blinked in surprise at her never-ending optimism. She was truly an advocate for ghosts. 'Wow...for a nine year old, her imagination is quite vast..'

"It..would be a good way to remind people that the dead are still living among them.." You agreed. "I do miss hearing their screams of fear."

"Yes! I mean..who dares say you're "make-believe"?? You're the living--or erm..unliving proof that ghosts still exist!" She was swift to correct herself, puffing her cheeks out. "I promise you, [y/n]...someday people will take us seriously. We'll even show the whole world what ghosts are capable of!!"

"I'm sure we will, Spooks. I'm sure we will.." Chuckling softly, you entertained the idea, but knew something like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

After all, this was just the product of one Halloween fan's overactive imagination.

There's no way she could singlehandedly assemble an entire army of ghosts without becoming a ghost herself..

..right?

#clanask #spooky's jumpscare mansion x reader #spooky's house of jumpscares x reader #sjm spooky #ghost reader #human spooky #platonic

[flightpolling]

Flight Rising Mimic Melee! Round 1

The Top 2 winners from this poll will go on to the next round!

#flight rising #flight polling #mimic melee