#and Oops! The places is Haunted by Actual Ghosts!

[gauntletqueen]

When a non-horror game has a horror section, I often find it a little more effective or memorable than a full-on horror title's horror, in a way. I think that's because, for characters in fiction, they usually don't know they're about to experience a horror story, so they aren't mentally prepared at all. As the audience, we know that when we boot up Silent Hill, we're gonna see some scary stuff and can mentally prepare accordingly. But when some innocuous children's platformer or RPG or whatever suddenly throws genuine horror elements at me, I'm taken out of my comfort zone much more roughly since I don't expect it at all. I think that's neat :>

#Fallout has some great examples of this #A Hat in Time and Rayman as well #the Zelda series of course #One of the most fun uses of this trope to me is in games with sidequests #Where you're send to some location that might be kinda suspicious #maybe sent to get an item or look for someone who got lost #and Oops! The places is Haunted by Actual Ghosts! #An until now unknown element of this world! #That's so fun #you get to feel just like some investigative journalist or whatever from a horror story #who has no idea what they're about to get into

[rosie-writings]

For Just a Moment I'm Whole Again

Request: anon—ghost!Reader falls in love with Colby

Summary: ghost!Reader finds out that her twin flame is Colby who was born decades after she died, and upon meeting him for the first time, she needs his help to usher her on to the afterlife to be free from the purgatory she roams.

Warnings: ghost!Reader x Colby smut, Age Gap, Bittersweetness, light Angst, Fluff, and Twin Flame relationship

Words: 6.6k

No Y/N Use

Title from 'Calcutta' by Sleep Token

A/N: Technically, Reader is 19 while Colby is 27, however she died nearly thirty years before he was born, so who's older?

I stopped crying about it a few years ago.

Maybe a decade or two, I wasn’t quite sure. It’s not that I was upset about how I died, I almost forgot the pain of it all, I was upset because out of everywhere I could have died, it was in a house. 

A lonely house.

After I died, apparently my friends were too traumatized to keep the house, so they sold it. I tried to get their attention. Everyday I tried to convince them that purgatory was real and they forced me into it by leaving. What was I supposed to do alone in a house that no one wanted to buy because a death occurred?

When I found out that they also rumored to their realtor that it was haunted, I wanted to slap the lives out of them. Of course it was haunted; that was your best friend trying to get you to look at me for once before I could never see you again—

I cried for years.

No one bought the house.

I slept in the king sized bed in the room upstairs alone and cold.

There was a hotspot in the middle of the house. 

The house was built upon a particular mineral that ushered in traveling ghosts, and the convenient vortex in the center of it aided their arrival. Occasionally I met other ghosts and other inhuman beings that couldn’t care less about me. They probably had millennia of experience navigating the afterlife’s purgatory on earth while I was only a couple decades old.

I think I died in 1971. I couldn’t remember. 

The day this house was bought, I thought I was saved.

Instead, major renovations took place. They ripped the nostalgic wallpapers off the walls and tore out the carpets that my human and ghostly feet were all too familiar with.

”How about you chose an actually appealing pint this time, motherfucker,” I spat at the contractor who walked right through me in the main hallway upstairs. I rolled my eyes and followed him into the primary suite.

Today was the day they renovated my bedroom.

”I wonder how many years it’s been; you look fucking weird. Do all men have that silly ass haircut or something now?” I asked as I sat on top of the ladder in the middle of the room. “Thanks so much for bringing your tool batteries in here. You don’t need those do you?” I felt their powerful buzzing. I felt the electricity waving through the room and I sucked it all up.

With every minute that passed, I felt stronger and stronger, until.

”Oops—“ I sighed in boredom as I knocked a paint can off the top of the ladder.

The worker whirled around with wide eyes and basically looked at me in mine, but he saw through me. I rolled my eyes again.

“You humans are all the fucking same. God, I was so damn embarrassing as a human. Can’t you at least try to talk to me? I’m so fucking—“

His co-worker called his name and walked in the room.

”What the fuck have you done?” The second shouted. White paint pooled on the concrete below me.

”At least you didn’t put floor in yet—“

”It just-It just fell! I didn’t even touch it! I put it up there like 20 minutes ago and-and it just fell!” The second worker grumbled and picked up the emptying can.

”They said there was some poltergeist activity in this house which is why it took fucking 50 years for it to be sold again.”

50 years?

My lack of heart nearly fell through the floor. 

I sat on the ladder looking through them this time. 50 years? I was stuck here for 50 years with nothing to do? No one to talk to? I wanted to cry. Ghost cry sessions weren’t as satisfying as human cry sessions.

I had to get out of here.

I had to—

I stole the energy from all their equipment, but it was still not enough. Even with the electromagnetic energy pulsing through my spirit, the hotspot wouldn’t take me. 

“Come on,” I grumbled. I looked through the vortex and saw spirals and spirals of unveiled spirits traveled through this purgatory called earth, and yet none would grab on to me. What was beyond? “Please! Take me! Get me out of here!” 

I broke down crying again. 

This was the biggest chance I had in order to leave and not even it was enough.

I curled up in the middle of the floor there and cried until I fell asleep.

Later, when the sun was high in the sky and the house was vacant, I woke up. 

As I stood, I appeared in the master bedroom so I could sleep in the bed—

“What the fuck?” I asked to nothing.

The walls were white, the flooring was finished with deep warm floorboards, and the bed frame was a plush cream color with a creamy duvet. 

“They did this fast. I wonder how long I was asleep for.” There was a dresser, two nightstands, and a desk that all matched in a deep brown, practically black, wood finish. “We go 50 years in the future just to be completely devoid of all color. Jesus fuck.” I curled up in the bed regardless. “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly. “Actually, I take all that back. I will give up any color in my life to feel this mattress if only for a second. This is how technology should be used, oh my god…” 

I don’t remember finishing my sentence, I fell unconscious again.

I woke up to the sound of voices. 

I shot to the foyer in a blink of an eye and I saw a family. A mom, a dad, three kids, and a dog, and I nearly cried on sight.

”Hello! Oh my god, yes thank everything good and mighty. You bought this house? I’m not alone anymore!” The dad walked through me. “I’m so excited—Oh my god your dog is so cute!” I fell to my knees in front of the Husky and it howled a talking fit at me, and when I raised my hand to pet it, it ran away from me so fast that it slid across the floor on its nails. “I’m not that scary, I don’t think,” I sighed and stood up again.

There was a girl, probably fifteen or sixteen, who walked right past me with something in her hands.

”Oh what’s that?” I asked as I followed her. The rectangle in her hand illuminated back at her like a TV screen and her thumbs furiously typed on some kind of keyless keyboard. “Holy shit! Is that one of those phones that all the futuristic movies talked about? We have them in the real world now?” I nearly screamed. I plopped into a vacant barstool next to her. “I would have loved that,” I grumbled. I devised a plan to steal it from her in her sleep and play with it all night. 

I watched as she turned it on again.

”A passcode?” I questioned and I was ready to memorize it, but suddenly a blue light scanned down her face and it unlocked by itself. “Now that’s—“ I got out of my seat and backed up from her. “That’s weird. Can that detect ghosts?” 

“Come on! Let’s go in the pool!” I gasped when the younger boy ran right through me and out the backdoor. I smiled when he cannon balled in the pool out back. 

“Lukas! It is 40 degrees outside, get your ass in the house now!” His mother screamed, and I laughed.

“Oh yeah, they put so many cool pool toys in the chest out there,” I told him as I stepped foot outside. “You would love them in the summer though. It’s pretty cold—“

I must have walked too far out of the house, because in a blink of an eye, I teleported back in the middle of the vortex.

”God help me,” I sighed, and I started to devise my game plan to get into that girl’s device in the night.

It wasn’t easy. 

The moon was high in the sky, and I walked in the girl’s bedroom cautiously. Not like she could see me, but I could make noises and I didn’t want to scare her.

Her phone lay on the table next to her bed with a cord coming from it, and she slept soundlessly next to it. I picked it up. 

It illuminated to life and I gasped. I read the time and date.

2:35am, December 20, 2021

”Oh.. my god…” I whispered slowly.

2021? That wasn’t a real year. It had been 50 years that I was—

How was I going to get out of here? I needed out. First I needed this girl’s device. I grabbed it, and when it scanned my face, it said it was the incorrect Face ID.

I pointed it at the girl cautiously, and after a few recalculating aims, it unlocked. I brought it back to me and saw so many colors I didn’t know which to tap first. The entire screen responded to my touch.

I flicked through the squares on the screen and with each one, I read more and more paragraphs about people. It looked like the news or something. I couldn’t believe how amazing this device was at taking photos. 

“I don’t understand,” I whispered. The squares where it seemed like I could communicate with other people intimidated me; I didn't understand who I was talking to so I tried to get out of it and go back to the original place where all the squares were. I accidentally swiped and it moved the screen and I tapped out of it. That was how you got out of it, got it.

I found another app that was red. I clicked it. This time photos with short captions were the only things I scrolled through. After a second, I clicked one to make it larger, but instead, it brought me to another screen and a video began playing.

The audio was so loud and clear, I gasped and tried to figure out how to silence it. The girl disturbed next to me. The button I clicked turned the volume down.

A video played of the same photo I clicked on—

Those weren’t photos, they must have been paused videos or something. I watched and listened and it was actually entertaining. After the video ended, I clicked another.

And then another.

And before I knew it, the sun peeked over the horizon. The time read 7:30am. I had been watching these videos for five hours. 

I put the phone down and walked out of the room. 

I would have loved 2021.

I did it again the next night.

I sat there on the floor against the nightstand and watched more videos. 

Video after video, I started to remember the names of the people who posted them. I didn’t remember the rabbit trail I went down; recommended video after recommended video led me to one that made me stop my jumping around.

It was a video of two idiotic boys messing around in a haunted house.

Now, I never was into haunted or spooky things when I was alive, and being dead now, I would say that I had a pretty large say in and experience in what these boneheads talked about. 

I didn’t expect them to be so respectful. And considerate, too.

I watched as they talked to spirits in the house, and it was startling to watch humans interact with us spirits from their perspective. I forgot that that was all they saw.

I forgot how limited I was when I was trapped in my human skin.

How silly they were; it didn’t matter that they would have been seven years older than I was. Most of the people were children on YouTube, and they were the worst of them. 

Sam and Colby certainly made me laugh, and their means of communicating with ghosts even more so. 

There were some videos that scared me.

I liked the two a lot, and I didn’t want them to get hurt or manipulated by demonic forces. I had seen demonic forces firsthand, and humans were stupid enough to summon them. If I was afraid of them, humans definitely should have been.

The way they assumed everything was as sinister as they did made me laugh the most because the majority of spirits communicated with them were teasing them and cracking jokes. The boys took everything too seriously, but that was why they were so good.

They cared.

But one of them, Colby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. It was like I knew him. Warmth spread through me, and for the first time since I died, I was overcome with the need to leave. The pull teased me, beckoned me. 

I was over forty years older than him; I would have never met him, so how did I know him? 

Why did I need him?

I needed someone who cared about me like they did for spirits. I needed a human who cared to come in and help me. Certainly there were other humans out there who could help me like Sam and Colby, but they definitely weren’t as loud or had as much faith as they did in their capabilities. 

I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry when that family left the house two days later. It wasn’t because I would be lonely again but because I couldn’t drown myself in Sam and Colby’s videos. 

Or in Colby’s appearance and voice.

Hopefully someone else would stay for a week and I could use their phones to watch YouTube again.

Two weeks later, the house was booked again.

I finally learned that the house I was trapped in was turned into something called an AirBnb and I supposed that it was a house rented like a hotel. 

The same routine spun into effect.

A new visitor spent the week here, I drained their batteries in everything they brought, I drowned myself in YouTube (to be honest, I drowned myself in the force that was Colby’s voice), and spent endless time spinning around the house in boredom wondering when the human chosen to save me would come.

They would come and help one day, I knew it.

The front door opened. 

I was out of the bed in a flash and appeared in the foyer to see the new visitors. Two men walked in the house, and I wondered what on earth they were up to for arriving near two in the morning. 

It was three years after I first learned what YouTube and social media was. I was ingrained in the politics, culture, society, and hyper-communicative world that was 2024. 

I toed the fence. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to stay here and live as a free spirit in 2024 forever or be taken into the next spiritual realm. I knew I couldn’t stay forever, and with every year that passed, I felt the fabrics of my spirit being taken away into nothing. 

I needed help.

When I came spirit to face with the two new visiting men, my entire world flipped upside down.

I knew them.

They were the ones with the YouTube channel. 

They were—

”I know we said we would do some stuff before we go to sleep, but I literally—“

”No, I know,” the other sighed. “I’m so tired too. We got here a lot later than we planned.”

”We should just sleep then wake up a bit earlier than we planned to have more time to do what we couldn’t now.” The other nodded lazily.

”Yeah, we can do that.”

”Night, Colby,” said the blond one as he walked up the stairs.

”Night, Sam,” said the one I stood next to in between the foyer and the living room.

If I had a heart, it would have pumped loudly in my ears, and if I had a tongue, it would have dried up. Ever so slowly, I turned and looked at Colby as he pulled things from the backpack he had placed on the couch. His back faced me. 

And I couldn’t control myself, the intrusive thoughts won. I wondered what he would do if I—

At the sound of his water bottle crashing into the hardwood floor, Colby whirled around with wide eyes and watched as it rolled to a stop.

“What the fuck?” He whispered. I gasped when he walked through me. I turned and watched as he picked it up and placed it back on the table. He watched it.

With a smile, I didn’t take my gaze off his face as I knocked it back onto the floor. He took two steps back. 

That was when the realization dawned on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When I felt him, when I was near him, it made sense. The pieces shoved together painfully.

“Uh… Sam?” Colby called. 

“What?” He called cautiously as he came from his room. “What’s wrong?”

”I—I swear to god, this water bottle fell off the table deliberately. Like someone knocked it over, twice.”

”Really?” He asked hesitantly when his feet hit his floor. At this point, they both stood in front of me and I crossed my arms in boredom. I was nearly as tall as the two; they were a lot smaller in person.

I was tall for a girl; almost five foot nine.

He placed the water bottle back down.

I stared at it. Humans were so dumb. I watched their anticipation knowing full well I wouldn’t satisfy them. 

“What is happening, I swore it happened and it’s not now which means it’s not like the table is slanted or something.”

”That’s weird,” Sam said. 

“You can go back to bed, sorry—“

”No, you’re fine, stupid,” Sam laughed as he went back.

Of course when he was halfway up the stairs with his back turned I yanked it off the table. Colby already left to the couch though, and so when Sam turned around quickly, he froze when he realized Colby was completely out of reach.

”See? I told you!” Colby cried.

”Oh shit… Yeah I have no idea how to explain that.”

”Wanna get a rem pod and the camera or something?” Colby asked.

“Maybe if something else happens.”

”Okay, okay,” Colby said, and I watched in surprise when Sam walked back to his room. They must have been tired then.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t mess with Colby until he went to sleep.

”You guys are idiots,” I said as if I expected a response. “Are you actually staying up or are you—oh,” I gasped when he turned around and walked through me before I could react. He picked up his bag and walked up the stairs. I sighed. 

“That answers that.”

I peeked around the door. Colby stood in his room. I watched as he situated the things from his backpack. Those were some fancy cameras, small ones for that matter, and it looked like he charged the batteries. My eyes couldn’t pull from his skin though. He only wore his black jeans.

He turned towards me and I watched as he walked to the desk in his room. I intently focused on his face and his tattoos. He was so pretty. But he looked so different. I walked into the room and stood at the desk with him.

”What are these?” I asked and I touched the devices on the desk. Then, I gasped as his hand went through mine. My hand paused and I tried to feel the warmth. What would have been my hand burned with warmth, and I didn’t pull it away. 

Colby froze in his place and stared at his hand. It burned cold.

But then he turned from the table and went back to the bed.

Now, never once in my life have I snooped. I’ve never pried, intruded, or watched anyone when they didn’t think they could be perceived. But I couldn’t leave his room. I froze in my place as I watched when he pulled his pants off. I couldn’t focus on anything else except his body. The way he moved, settled in the room, got in the bed, and plugged his phone in; every decision and every thought process was so painfully human.

I liked him a lot. Too much.

I wanted him to know I was here too. 

The last time I tried to communicate with humans was with my best friends after the accident happened. After, their realtor was a bitch. There was a medium who was more so a dumbass who came to communicate with me. I scared her, and perhaps that went wrong. That might have been why it took so long for this place to be renovated. 

I needed to talk to Colby. I wanted him.

I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him.

I stood in front of the desk where the devices were strewn about, and as he read his phone, I touched one of the devices. 

I recognized one. It was a radio of sorts. One of the mediums who tried to communicate with me used it. Perhaps they were here to try to talk to me anyway.

I turned the spirit box on.

Immediately, Colby sat straight up in his bed. His phone was forgotten on the sheets. I laughed and watched as his confused eyes scanned the room.

”Hello,” I laughed. Then I used energy and found the word on a channel—

Hello

Colby looked around the room.

”Um, hi?” He said.

If I had a body, I was pretty sure the feeling I had was akin to my heart falling out of my ass.

“I know who you are, you publish on YouTube, right?”

I know you

Colby’s face turned with distrust. 

“What—Are there actually spirits in this house?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

”Obviously. You’re so dumb. I thought you know how to talk to us—

Duh…

He scoffed and his shock turned into an amused expression.

”What’s your na—“

Don’t be stupid

He stopped talking and his eyes widened.

”How do you know me? I’ve never been here.”

”You literally have 11 million people watching you on YouTube, don’t be silly,” I sighed.

You make videos

”You’re seen my—“ He gasped and thought for a moment. “How old are you? How long have you been here?”

For a long time

”I’m supposed to be nineteen,” I sighed.

Nineteen

”Nineteen—Holy shit wait, someone—the owners said a nineteen year old died here in the 70s—“

”That was totally me.”

Me

Colby looked at the spirit box on the table and I smiled.

“Yeah,” he gasped nervously. “Are you the only spirit in the house?”

”Only one that lives here, anyway,” I scoffed.

Only one

”I’m sorry you’re alone.” I froze. 

“What did you say?” I asked quietly, timidly. Silence. It defeated me. 

It had been over 50 years since the accident and in all that time, no one apologized.

No one said sorry about my death or that I was alone. Not a single person had the empathy. Colby stared back at the spirit box. His eyes fell from it. He looked around the room in thought.

Suddenly, the urge ever too heavy came over me. 

I glided straight over to him and I sat on the bed.

He shot up with his eyes wide. 

If I had eyes, he would have looked right into them.

”Are-Are you on the bed with me?”

”Yes,” I confidently said and tried to use all my energy to tell the spirit box—

Yes… On this bed…

”Holy shit,” Colby whispered. 

I felt the way his heart skipped.

The way his skin lit on fire.

I moved forward, and when I did, his skin fell cold.

”Did-Did you just touch me?” 

“I’m on top of you.”

And it was true. I straddled him. I held his face in my lack of hands, and the warmth coursed through me like an electrical current. I needed him. He tethered me back into reality; the human world. That urge and that desperation to move onto the spirit realm died the moment I touched him.

Top

”You’re on me?” He rested his weight on his hands behind him. When he pushed his hips forward, a gasp left me because I felt the pressure. 

Familiarity.

“I remember you, Colby. I know you, we knew each other—‘

Colby

”Why did you say my—“

I know you

“You know—oh shit,” he gasped. My vision hazed. My perception of my surroundings grew blurry as if I was about to sleep.

Heat coursed my body, and I held onto him to keep from falling asleep.

”You feel really good,” I gasped. I didn’t think about this.

We knew each other

“What?” He gasped as his body went rigid. Sexual things were so far from me. I figured that when I moved onto the spirit realm, more doors to explore sexuality would open. I never came across another human I viewed as desirable like him. 

I never came across a human or spirit that felt as familiar as he was.

I knew he already had two female ghosts who liked him and messed around with him.

Good

”What’s good?” He gasped again. This time, it sounded like he was more breathless than anything.

”You.”

You

”Is that you making me feel like this? Are you touching me?” I moaned when I thrusted against him over and over. “Holy fuck—I just got so… What am I even doing?” Colby sighed more so to himself and then he laid himself back down against the bed. I gasped when he moved through me. 

I looked down at him as his forearm rested across his forehead. His face was flushed and eyes were closed in thought.

I couldn’t deny the pressure under me. I knew he was painfully hard under me, but I had no intention of leaving or letting him do it himself. I looked down and couldn’t look away from his body. It was on fire, and the pressure in his underwear grew and grew.

I wish I could feel him for real with my hands and my skin. 

“Holy fuck,” he moaned this time, and I moaned as well. He sounded so good like this. “I feel so crazy. Please tell me this is you doing this to me and not me—“

”I’m doing it. I’m touching you, Colby. Let me touch you.” Colby moaned again and again as I thrusted against him. 

It’s me

His eyes shot open again.

Let me touch you

“Fuck, okay—holy shit—okay you’re-you’re actually real.”

”Yes,” I laughed. “I want to see you feel good.” 

“If you’re actually real, get off of me and make me stop feeling like this—“

I was on the other side of the room in an instant. Colby sat up with a flushed face. 

“What the fuck,” he whispered. I felt as the arousal in his body diminished. “And…” He mumbled hesitantly. “And if you’re real, get on top of me. Turn me on again.”

I blinked and I straddled Colby’s lap. 

“Holy fucking—ugh.” And his head tossed into the pillow and eyes rolled back.

”Fuck,” I gasped as I watched him throw his arm across his mouth to conceal his moans.

Immediately, his arousal built again, and I thrusted against him over and over.

”You’re making me—Oh my god, don’t stop please,” Colby gasped. 

You feel good

”Fuck,” he gasped.

He looked up at me and I swore he saw me. He didn't look through me, and I wished I could touch him.

Kiss him.

”You’re going to make me come.”

“Oh my god yeah, I want to see you come,” I mumbled. I would resurrect myself from the dead just to kill myself again if he knew I said that so I tried to hold in the energy. I didn’t want the music box to pick up on anything.

I tried to pull his underwear down. It was too difficult, too heavy. I was too tired. My gaze flashed around the room.

His phone. 

I focused my energy on his phone and took the energy from it. The strength boiled and boiled in my being until I opened my eyes and watched as the waistband of it ever so slightly pulled back.

”Oh my fucking god—“ Colby gasped, and I cried out in surprise when he sat up straight and kicked himself away from me. “You-You fucking pulled—Are you trying to take my underwear off? Oh my god—You’re fucking real. You really are—“

“Colby it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you I want to make you feel good—“

Don’t be scared

”What?” He gasped and whirled his gaze to the spirit box.

Make you feel good

“I’m—“ he paused. He looked around the room. “I’m not scared. I can’t believe you’re communicating so well with me.”

”I’m taking power from your phone,” I said towards the spirit box.

This cell phone

Colby looked back to the spirit box.

”My phone?”

Using energy

”Oh, you’re taking the energy from my phone? Let me plug it in so you can take as much as you want—“

Yes

”Okay—“ He groaned as he leaned over and plugged it in. He left it on the table next to the bed. I didn’t give him another second to say a sentence. I pushed down against him and he drew in an uneven breath. “I can’t believe I can feel you.”

”Can you feel this?” I grinded down on him, and his arm caught another moan behind his mouth.

“Holy shit—I think I felt-I felt that. I’m so—oh my god!” I pulled at his underwear again, and this time, I pulled it halfway down. “I’m so…” He sighed into a moan, and I felt the way heat traveled down his body. His temperature rose, and I couldn’t look away. Not a second passed that I didn’t utterly consume the image of his real life human body under me.

I pushed again and again, and before his hand could reach into his underwear, he gasped a rather louder moan and spilled in the fabric. 

I quickly tried to pull it back again, and this time, his underwear pulled halfway off. 

“Oh my god—“ I gasped as I watched the rest of his fluids cover his stomach.

”You just fucking—You actually took them off,” he gasped breathlessly as he gathered himself together after his orgasm.

Pleasure washed through me as well, but it wasn’t as tangible as it used to be when I was alive. I was on fire, and I wanted more, anything more, but it was impossible here.

Then the tug.

I wanted to move on.

It was as if this window of pleasure piqued my interest, and I knew that if I moved onto the spiritual realm, I could live again. I wouldn’t be trapped in this purgatory.

Colby was so cute though. He was familiar; he looked like he was mine. We were each other’s. I wanted him to myself, but there was no way I could take him with me. He needed to finish living as a human first.

Then maybe I would hunt him down and rescue him from his purgatory so he wouldn’t have to live like this for 50 years like me.

“Did you leave?” Colby whispered.

”No. I’m right here.”

Here

“Okay,” he sighed and relaxed into the pillow. “I can’t believe I just had sex with a ghost—wait,” he gasped and looked around the room. “Did I fuck you? That’s so—What the fuck…”

“No, I just touched you. I wanted you to feel good. I can’t feel good until I move on.”

No… For you… I don’t feel good

”What?” Colby gasped. “You don’t feel good?”

”I can’t.”

Can’t

”Oh, because… Is sex only for human bodies then?”

”No,” I said, and reminded myself to be concise for the spirit box

No

”When I escape I can feel something again.”

When I escape

”You’re trapped here?” Colby gasped. The gears turned in his head and excitement welled in me.

”Help me out, please.”

Help me

”Help you do what? Do you need to move on?”

”Yes! Help me to the spiritual world.”

Yes

”Where do you need me to—”

Spirit world

”Holy shit,” Colby whispered. “You want me to help move you out of purgatory? Is that what this house is for you?’

”Yes!” I exclaimed. 

He understood!

Yes

”Well then I’m getting up and telling Sam.”

If I had a body, I would scream and cry for joy.

Also, if I had a body, it would burn alive at the sight of Colby cleaning himself up, so I left the room and waited in the hallway with welling excitement. 

“You’ll actually use the spirit box and not make me look like a freak in front of him, right?”

”Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” I laughed.

Yes

”Good,” he scoffed as he pulled on clothes. 

“I promise.”

”Dude, that’s crazy if it’s true.” I watched as Colby told Sam what had happened and conveniently left out the part where I touched him. If he didn’t want Sam to know, then I wouldn’t expose him in that way. “Let’s see if she actually communicates as accurately as that,” Sam said as he turned on the spirit box. “Would we need to try the Estes?”

”Maybe we can,” Colby sighed. “There was a vortex downstairs, did you see it?”

”No I didn’t actually,” he gasped. “Do you want to do Estes there?”

“I’m getting bored,” I grumbled.

Let’s hurry it up

”Whoa!” Sam cried when the box spat those words out at him.

”Yeah,” Colby laughed. “She isn’t very patient.”

“Are you trapped here like Colby sai—“

”Yes!”

Yes

”Oh my god.”

”I told you!” I watched the boys as they grabbed their things. “Let's do it now.”

And as they walked through me towards the staircase, I froze with realization upon feeling Colby's body. It ached with excitement, nervousness, and…

Longing?

I followed them and listened to his heart and the rushing of his blood. Something tuned to desperation flowed with it. 

It would have been much easier for me to navigate life as a human if I could feel someone’s physical attraction to me like I could feel Colby’s. I didn’t think that was possible, especially since he couldn’t see me. For all I knew, they could still be on the fence about believing that I existed.

But I couldn’t deny the way he felt. The way Sam felt. Sam didn’t hear me or feel me the way Colby did, but I could tell by the warmth of his palms and the racing of his heart that he didn’t linger in denial anymore. 

“I’m not even sure how to start this,” Sam said as he sat in the chair. He volunteered himself to be under the Estes method so that Colby could lead the interaction. I stood next to Sam in the middle of the vortex; the darkened mirrors holding endless hypnotizing space hung on either side of us. 

“I know, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out when we get there. I’m pretty sure I just encourage her to move on and she uses energy or something. We’ll see.”

Sam pulled the blindfold down. Headphones placed over his ears. 

I felt the energy from the spirit box shrill to life.

“Did you follow us down here?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m here.”

“Here,” Sam’s monotone voice spoke for me.

“Okay good.” Colby’s voice softened. I wanted to leave, I wanted it more than anything, but I also wished I had more time to listen to Colby, to be close to him. Every time I was near him, I zapped with electricity; a desperation I never knew. What would it be like if I was human? If we knew each other back then? What would it be like if we were born at the same time in the same state?

“Why are you afraid to move on?”

“I—All this time I wasn’t afraid, I just didn’t want to leave the human world, but now I can’t leave you. I want to stay with you, Colby.”

“Oh wow…” Sam muttered. 

“What?” Colby said quickly.

“That was a long—Those were a lot of words,” he laughed sheepishly. “Um…” I repeated what I said but paraphrased it to make it easier for the box to pick me up. “I wasn’t afraid of it.”

“You aren’t?” Colby gasped. “Why haven’t you—”

“Missed people.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Let me stay with you.”

“What?” Colby paused this time. “So you didn’t move on because you missed people and now you want to stay with us? Is it because you haven’t talked to anyone except for us—”

“No,” I grumbled. “I want you, Colby. No one else.”

“You, Colby.”

“Me?” He whispered. “Why do you want to stay with me? You can’t do that. You need to move on–”

“I wish we had time together then you would understand.” I wished that I could cry like humans did at that moment. I cried, but no pressure relieved me.

“We could have had more time.” Colby’s body froze as he stared in shock at Sam. Or maybe he stared through him. He wanted something to look at; he couldn’t see me. I wished I could reveal myself to him, but I didn’t know how.

“Why do you want us to have more time?”

“Because we would have been together. I could have actually probably loved you.”

“I would have…. I didn’t catch— Love you.”

“I would have loved you…” Colby whispered. “It’s too late,” he told me, but the quietness of his voice sounded like he figured it out for himself. 

“I can see you again, Colby.”

“See you again… Colby, dude it keeps saying your name.”

“I know,” Colby spoke absentmindedly. He looked like he was in a trance more than Sam was even though he rocked back and forth in the Estes method. “Are—Do you know me?”

“Maybe in a past life. We can find each other in the next.”

“Past life.”

“Holy shit.” His voice was quiet and I wanted nothing more than to hug him. I stood face to face with him in the blink of an eye. 

“I will see you soon, Colby.”

And I kissed him.

He blinked quickly and warm surprise flooded me when he licked his lips once.

“See you soon.” He didn't know what to say. I felt the tension in his throat.

“Don’t cry. Now tell me to leave and then you can find me when you’re done living here.”

“Help me leave.” Colby shook his head.

“No–”

“Please help me, Colby. I need to go on. You can’t stay here forever. I’ll be able to see you still and you’ll be able to feel me until one day you’ll see me for the first time. Well, for the first time in this timeline. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Please help me… You will still… I didn’t hear—Oh, You’ll still feel me.”

“I—I don’t like—”

“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” I stood in the vortex again. “Help me leave. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t be scared. Help me leave.” 

“Okay,” Colby said as he shook himself out of it. “It’s alright, you can move on. Spirits leave this house, move on to the next life.”

That tug returned, but now it was unavoidable. The mirrors lulled me into a beckoning trance.

“Move on and be free from this house.”

The mirror pulled me in, the house was unreachable now.

“Love you.”

As Sam pulled off the blindfold, Colby’s eyes darted towards mine from where I traveled through the mirror, and from the look on his face—the pure focus on me, drift of his tear filled eyes across my face—he saw me.

Then all I saw was light.

A/N: I took a much needed break. Not to info or trauma dump, but my mom moved about four hours away from me a week ago, and I only found out three weeks before that. After helping her move, it's been pretty hard for me since we've only ever lived at most 10 minutes from each other. Thanks for being patient, and I'm going to hop back on that writing grind because I miss it!

Also, Comment if you would rather read multi-chapter fics on Tumblr or Ao3. This will help me navigate where to post if I do not cross post.

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🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 7 🦌

"Ghosts and Dreams"

Content: Paranormal, ghosts, threats of future punishments, getting caught snooping, whumper comforts whumpee after a strange nightmare and everything is great but then everything goes wrong and worse and oops my hand slipped.

1,500 Words

Heyyy it's part 7! Do you like paranoid whumpees? Whumpees who get caught snooping through whumper's things? Whumpees who push a lenient whumper to their snapping point? Ghosts?! Then you'll like this part!

The first part of Fawn and Hunter is getting loads of attention all of a sudden, which is perfect timing as I've just finished this part! Make sure to leave a like so I know you want more ♡ thank you!

Let's go! 👻

       The next day, Hunter was skinning the deer on the kitchen table while Fawn sat in the living room, sitting on the old, dusty couch as they were instructed. They were crouched up, hugging their knees, wearing socks, sweatpants, and their sweater. They were better able to take in all the details of their surroundings now.

       The dusty floorboards, the dirty rugs, the broken clock on the wall that ticked, but the hands didn’t move. The bookcase of old, tattered books. The wooden walls, the dim lamp, the ceiling fan that looked ready to fall off its hinges. The place was ready to collapse, but still it stood.

       They listened to the floorboards that creaked under Hunter’s feet as they occasionally moved around in the kitchen. The sound of slicing flesh and sawing disturbed Fawn. They tried to focus in on the sound of the ticking clock, or the wind outside, listening in silent thought.

       They always felt tired, and now had a near constant headache. It was difficult to sleep, the pain distracted them, despite how sleepy they were. They didn’t want their head to hurt anymore. They didn’t want to feel tired and cold all the time. They felt about ready to cry from it all, burying their face into their legs. They just wanted it to stop.

       The next time they lifted their head, it was from a nudge on their shoulder. They turned their head and looked at Hunter.

       “Sleepy, hm?”

       Fawn nodded their head, holding back tears. They must’ve dozed off, but still felt just as tired and in pain as they were before.

       “Have you been getting enough sleep at night?”

       Fawn shook their head. How could they sleep in a place like this? When they were scared, and in so much pain? Not to mention Hunter’s recent paranoia made Fawn extremely on edge. Hunter tried their best to hide it, but Fawn could see it clear as day. Something unsettled them, and that unsettled Fawn.

       “Why not?” Hunter asked.

       “I'm in pain. And scared. This place is haunted.” Fawn answered, meekly.

       “What makes you say that?”

       “There are ghosts. I see ghosts. All the time. I— I thought it was my head. I think. I don't— I don't know. They watch me."

       Hunter chuckled, “You’re afraid of ghosts?”

       “I always have been.” They said quietly.

       “More than you are of me?”

       Fawn didn’t answer.

       “Oh, that’s so cute.” Hunter said, “You’re more scared of ghosts than me. Adorable.”

       Fawn grumbled and mumbled, “I have anxiety. I can’t help that I’m scared of ghosts.”

       “Ghosts that aren’t real and can’t hurt you, might I add. Though I’m very much real, and very much can hurt if I so please.”

       “I told you I can’t help it. I don’t decide what I’m scared of, my stupid fucking brain does. I just— ugh— just leave me alone.” They sighed in frustration, burying their face back into their knees, wanting nothing more than their head pains to go away. Maybe then they could actually think.

       Night came faster than usual, but it might be because their sense of time started to blur. Everyday felt foggy as they all seemed to blend together. They were all the same.

       Fawn curled up on themself as they tried to hide. They had no blankets to hide under, no lamp to turn on, no safe place to run away to.

       They couldn’t stand how much this place reminded them of home. All the worst parts of it. With no way out.

       Trapped again in the very place they tried so hard to escape.

       Though worst of all was the horrendous fact that Hunter was better than both their parents. A reality that was hard to stomach.

       It was extremely difficult to sleep. Every little sound made them want to cry. The rotten smell of the cabin felt different. It didn't smell like a dead deer anymore. Hunter never let them rot like that. No, this smell was vile. The putrid smell of death. Though Fawn had no idea where it was coming from.

       They held themself back from gagging, or throwing up. Their fear didn't help in the slightest. They felt their hands shake, and their headache started pounding as they clenched their jaw. They couldn’t hold back their tears any longer as they flowed from their eyes as they cried in the pitch darkness.

       Eventually through the turmoil, the tossing and turning, and the tears, they managed to fall asleep. Though it was far from a peaceful one. They repeatedly woke up throughout the night, their heart racing, sweating, cold, aching, it was terrible. But the worst of all was the eventual nightmare they had.

       In the nightmare, they saw a massive apocalypse. They saw zombies, aliens, mass murder, vampires, werewolves, and massive mutated beasts. The thing that finally woke them was a voice that sounded real, like it was spoken directly in their ear. Just the simple word, "Consequences."

       They jolted awake, jumping up with a gasp. The sound of their heaving breaths was the only thing in the silent air. They’d never had any kind of dream that was like that. They were on the brink of a panic attack, and ran up the stairs, pounding on the basement door, "Hunter! Hunter!"

       Hunter opened the basement door, and Fawn instantly wrapped their arms tightly around them, crying into their chest. They couldn’t hold it back anymore, they needed any kind of comfort, even if it came from Hunter. They didn’t care.

       “P-please. It’s scary. And I’m in pain. Please, I— I don’t want to be alone.” They cried.

       "Hm." They scoffed with a smile, "I've gotta say, Fawn, you're the strangest person I've ever held here. Come on, let's get you back to bed." They said, picking them up. Fawn simply whined as they were gently thrown over their shoulder, wrapping their arms around Hunter’s neck.

       They were carried to their room, and roughly placed down on a bed. "You're really pathetic, you know that?" Hunter said, looking down at them, "Pathetic ir stupid, I'm not sure which one. Calling out to me for help. Help from what, spirits?"

Fawn didn't respond, simply they rolled over on their side and curled in on themself. Hunter crawled on the bed with them, "You don't get to yell for my help and then ignore me." They grabbed onto their shoulder, laid down behind them, and put their arms around them. Fawn only made a small grumble in response, but neither said another word.

       Though Hunter had to admit, it felt nice to hold something so tiny and scared. And for Fawn? It was nice to be held.

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       Fawn refused to leave Hunter’s side all day. They followed them like a scared puppy, eyes wide, fidgeting with their own fingers as they kept their gaze towards the floor. Hunter found it cute, and almost pitiful. 

       The next night felt even worse than the last. Fawn felt like they were starting to lose their mind. All of the fear, the pain, and their own self-hatred at their reliance on their captor. Their hands shook as anxiety coursed through them, their heart rate spiking, their head starting to pound. They were angry, they were scared, they were sad, and they were in pain.

       Fawn clenched their fist as they dug their fingers into the mattress, angry tears falling from their tired eyes. They didn’t care anymore. They didn’t care.

       They got up and turned on the basement light, and immediately began rummaging through Hunter’s stuff more. They took a closer look at the collection of missing posters. They inspected their faces, some of them looking vaguely familiar, though they couldn't for the life of them think of where from. Their hands shook as their grip tightened on the old dusty paper. They were angry.

       Hunter could be as nice as they wanted to them. That doesn’t change the fact that they killed all of these innocent people. Innocent people who’s missing posters this monster kept as trophies. Well, fuck your trophies.

       It was an involuntary movement at first as Fawn tore the poster they were holding in half. But it felt good. So they destroyed more of them, ripping them to shreds.

       Suddenly they had a moment of realization and almost… comfort. The ghosts they felt they’ve been seeing… maybe they weren’t crazy, maybe it was the trapped spirits of Hunter’s victims. Maybe that’s why they felt familiar. Maybe ripping the posters is freeing them and the comfort is their thanks? Well, either that or they ARE completely insane, but either way, they finished ripping the posters with a smile on their face.

       They were so lost in their own thoughts, they didn’t even hear the basement door opening, nor the footsteps coming down the stairs…

       "Really, Fawn?" Hunter said sternly loud, almost in a yell. "After everything I do for you, this is how you repay me? By disobeying me? Snooping through my things?"

       "Hunter, I—"

       "No, I've had enough with you. I told you, you have no idea what I'm like when I'm mean. I can be your worst nightmare. I'll make the ones you've been having look like a fucking fairytale."

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Fawn's headache that I wouldn't shut up about this chapter was basically a vent from me. I have this occasional sharp stabbing pain on the left side of my head, and in my ear, and it's been really hindering my ability to focus as well as sleep. I'm not sure yet if I want to see a doctor. I'm hoping it's just something to do with my jaw, as I do clench my teeth from stress but idk.

Also sorry for how abrupt/sudden the ending was or any of the writing quality here. The aforementioned headache is to blame for that (or at least that's my excuse lol)

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BITCHESSSSSS I REWATCHED THE WENDY ANIMATION TO FIND A FRAME AND MY BRAIN WENT OFF AB SOMETHING ILL KILL😭😭

in this frame the flowers behind Abigail are all grey and just stand there sadly while the ones closer to Wendy are still looking red and pretty alive. And while this is just likely to be a lighting thing, I WANNA GO OFF AB THIS AND THE ANIMATION SO GET READY

First things first, as much as Wish you were here is SUCH a good animation for Wendy, I feel like the pandemic really affected its production, as we dont really have storyboards for it, or at least not any that i could find and it has some very chaotic storytelling, which tbh fits wendy PERFECTLY with her chaotic grief, but i feel like it leaves the viewer a bit confused over what they just saw. Because of this, i have mostly seen 2 interpretations of this animation.

Version number 1. is the general, oh the animation is a hallutination induced by Wendys poor mental state, as the screen gets more grey at the end when she realises abigail is gone, which would mean that her sanity is low. And tbh i kinda have a lot of mixed feelings on this take, as it leaves a lot of things unexplained, but it is also an EXTREMELY likely possibility for wendy to either be in a psychotic episode due to her loss, or any other stuff that could cause it.

MY issue with this take is that it leaves the question, why the hell was Abigails ghost there in the first place then?

Why would the flower come down at the start of the animation and leave at the end, if Abigail isnt actually there.

Also like, Wendy didnt even see the flower, she doesnt react to it being next to her, she doesnt pick it up, WHY WOULD IT BE THERE?

And all of this leads me to version number 2, of this animations meaning. Wendys description has always been "Haunted by her twin sister" (or at least in ds lmao). So this just leads me to believe Abigail is actually there.

We know from the quotes that Abigail can still move in her flower most probably,that or she can fully go invisible, idk know tbh, klei doesnt give us almost any info ab how the ghosts work😭😭 but both would explain the flower coming down FROM THE FUCKING HEAVENS AT THIS POINT, to visit Wendy and then leave at the end. (also the thing i talked ab at the start with the flowers in the bush looking alive)

(Wendy clearly cant see Abigail in these quotes)

But i have to admit, if this is the chase, then why the FUCK would Abigail come down to visit Wendy only to fall off the cliff MOST PROBABLY AGAIN, i have no fucking clue.

Could this be determined if we had more info on the ghosts? most probably.

Why was Abigail there in the first place? Probably there to cheer Wendy up or just wanting to play with her again tbh.

Why did Abigail decide to fuck off at the end when Jack shows up? Tbh idk but its probably the fact her goal is most probably just to look over Wendy, since the flower is still there by her side.

Did this probably affect Wendy EVEN MORE, as both her and her family probably thought she was losing it? If this theory is true, then 100% yes.

why did the sanity loss filter appear at the end? Either Abigail going back into the flower, or just the realization that OOPS, NOBODY THERE.

But yeah this is pretty much it. Both takes on it leave some questions tbh, and while i like the second more for being more mystical and kinda goofy both of these are just as likely. THAT OR ITS BOTH. THAT OR ITS FUCKING NEITHER IDK

THIS

THIS IS ALL I WAS FUCKING SEARCHING FOR WHEN MY BRAIN SAW THAT BUSH AND FUCKING LOST IT. HONEST ABIGAIL REACTION

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Horropedia x Philocalist (OC) // Stuck With You

Note// can be taken as a x reader because this is technically like a "we're best friends but you actually thought we're dating" kind of trope lol

Warning// Suggestive and mentions of death and horror speculations(?)

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There is one day when Horropedia plans to invite his supposedly girlfriend to a ghost hunting date that is located at a haunted mansion... just the two of them.

Without knowing, Philocalist ended up suggesting if she can invite other people like Ms. Tooth Fairy, An An Lee, Blonney, and Jessica- Click happens to pop in too at the last minute because of An An Lee/ih

The brunette couldn't bring himself to say no to her... Yet at the same time,  he is mentally screaming by the failed attempt of making them spend time together alone as couple----

Meanwhile, it seems Philocalist thinks her crush is just treating her like a travel partner, rather than something more than that - yet she seems alright about that.

How bad will this exploration be?

Probably wrong, as always.

So far, everyone got separated into groups because of a creature that has been roaming around the mansion - they couldn't even detect signs of life in the first place! How did that thing get inside? It seems... it must be a ghost.

But even if so, that huge spirit managed to destroy a long dining table in half by holding a normal solid axe somehow

Philocalist finds herself getting chased through the halls at the moment. Before things went out of board, she noticed how Blonney and Jessica ran away together along with An An Lee, Click and Tooth Fairy---

Concluding that Horropedia ran away by himself, she is aware having him separated from the group would be dangerous and even for her right now- so she tries to follow where he was running off to.

Haunting growls can be heard from behind, cueing that the entity is getting closer- she cautiously looks around as she takes a sharp turn to a hallway full of doors--

Just as she is trying to quickly pass by the hall, one of the wooden doors open as a pair of hands reach and snatch her by the waist right into the room-

Philocalist whimpers by the sudden pull, trying to get out of the hold she can't even detect who from the shadows. The door then gets locked again in the process.

"Calm down, Philo..."

The familiar caramel voice can be heard whispering her ear as a gloved hand is covering her mouth securely to prevent her from being too loud,

"It's me, wi- Philocalist. It's Horropedia!"

After a few seconds, the ravenette slowly stopped struggling as she confirmed the same scent of wood on him. Even when she tries to reach out an occupied hand towards the figure behind her, she can feel the familiar texture of the limited edition glasses he crookely wears.

Horropedia manages to stop her hand with his other had gently as she can already imagine an amused grin, "Wow, be careful there...!"

".....Mm....." Philocalist quietly hums, not sure if she should take his hand off of her lips while being in an awkward position.

The horror fanatic finally realizes the situation before quickly letting her speak as she can now quietly gasp for some cool air to lower the pressure.

"Oops- my bad."

"I'm glad I get to find you- but what happened to you when we got separated...?" Philocalist quietly whispers before approaching the locked door to try and check for any footsteps that can be heard from the other side.

"Just got here too- and got some time to look around here before..." Horropedia walks away, cueing the puzzled Philocalist to follow along, "I found this."

He then uncovers a huge painting that was covering a tunnel path to a room.

"This..." The raventte starts, "I think this is intentionally made to hide..-"

"-Secrets." Horropedia finishes swiftly with his infamous, goofy grin.

Just that, he motions a dramatic gesture with his hands as if stating "ladies first" at Philo. Who places her hand on her chest dramatically as if "omg, you shouldn't have-" before crawling carefully-

They carefully try to enter the door at the end of the tunnel--

But the moment they went further- the door immediately locks itself by force even if Horropedia was holding on to it.

"Okay- that's a fascinating mechanism." The brunette mutters, unsurprised. Trying to study the door as Philocalist just got a bit jumpty after the sudden big noise.

"Yep- We're stuck." Horropedia confirms as he takes a closer look at the door, even failing to open it again or unlocking it, "Surprisingly, the door seems to have the gap covered from being exposed in order to prevent some card from swiping in-"

"Well, very clever...." She mutters softly before sighing. Knowing that's not good for the both of them.

"Don’t worry- got a backup plan." Horropedia suddenly says before taking out some kind of controller- then clicking it.

.

.

.

Beep!

"Okay, SOS sent." Horropedia affirms before putting it back as Philocalist processes what just happened.

"Oh." That's the only she can spill about that, "Do you think they can find us...?"

"Please- if they can't, we might as well make a path besides a door and a window afterall!" Horropedia suggested as he looks around the room they are in, which seems like a bedroom.

"This place..." Philocalist whispers, "It has a king's bedroom-" She stops nefore her fingers softly bump into a picture frame from a cabinet.

She lots the picture frame a bit to see a photo of a pair who are notably weqring engsgement rings, "A married couple's bedroom..."

"Married couple- Norman and Eva?" Horropedia, "Gosh, this is it! It's in here!"

"Their will note?" Philocalist asks curiously.

"The same place where they mysteriously passed in their sleep- but also that." Horropedia acts as matter of factly before starting to work on his investigation, "You got your tools?"

"Yes." The ravenette nods before taking out an led light to scrutinize around the room as well.

"I wonder what would be the cause of their death- some kind of chemical on the bed?" He checks the bedsheets carefully with a flashlight, "Abnormal infestation going on?"  He checks cabinets, "Or have they recently touched something in the bathroom-" He then goes to the shared bathroom with 2 sinks, "Mmm- the cause of their death could be outside the bedroom- but then we already checked everywhere else- did we?"

"Their death couldn't just strangely happen, just after the moment they fell on the bed..." Philocalist ponders as she rubs her chin lightly in thought.

She tries to check the bed again with an LED light. Even the pillows.

"No blood stains...

.

.

A-Ah,,, "

Philocalist quickly backs away from the bed as she takes the LED light close to her. Having a disturbed look

"What is it? You found somethibg???" Horropedia's eyes can be seen Sparkling with determination.

"Eh... I don't think you don't wanna see this but-" Philocalist slowly hands the light to the taller one before quickly turning away to get busy with other kinds of furniture.

The man was confused at first before looking down at the bed sheet with the LED light now-

His eyes widens.

Stains... transparent stains that seem to be the surface layer besides dust.

"What the hell...?" Horropedia grimace before slowly looking toward Philo who is just as embarrassed and traumatized as he is. "They both kicked the bucket because-"

"Yes." That’s all Philocalist is going to say before silence invades the dim litted room.

"Now- this is far from what I expected," Horropedia admits before scratching his head a bit after taking off the plastic gloves. "I guess we now know how they died...-"

"Y-Yea..." Philocalist nervously laughs quietly, before moving further away from the bed.

"Alright- let's find the will contract." The brunette quickly changes the topic as he notices the tension becoming a bit suffocating. The other nods in agreement before kneeling down to search anything underneath the furniture. Horropedia had a lot of thoughts running in his head, but eventually stop looking around in deep detail when he finally has the courage to look back at his partner again. Noticing how far she seems from him as well.

"Are you alright, wife...?" Horropedia tries to light up the mood with his usual joke of a nickname for her. He mentally cringes at the fact that it actually turns out even worse if he calls her that at a dead couple's bedroom---

"Yes... I'm alright. I'm just surprised." Philocalist reassures quietly as she tries to tie her hair up so it doesn't make contact with the floor. Trying to ignore his eyes on her doing it.

"I just hope nothing haunted happens here- it would be very embarrassing for the ghosts...-"

Horropedia laughs by her comment. "T-True!"

"Ah,,, hey. Why are you far away now? Come here." Horropedia motions Philocalist with his arms, "We have to stick together, just in case."

"I-I think this distance is good enough..." Philocalist's lightly muffled voice seems more nervous than ever, "There’s no way someone can kidnap me from if I'm close to a bar--"

"...Philo- p-please trust me, I won't do anything weird!!" The nerd protests as he tries to explain, his now leather  gloved hands waving like crazy. "Don’t be scared of me, you know me too well!"

"I'm not scared of you," Philocalist responds a bit more calmly yet still m

looking at something, "I just don’t know how should I even act around you in these kinds of situations... I like you, after all."

.

.

.

"Huh."

"Huh...?"

"You like like me?"

"Yes."

"But, Philocalist- I thought we're already dating."

.

.

.

.

Silence conquers the room once again...

Both of their faces slowly start looking like tomatoes, either by realization or embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you thought of me that way--- you were very subtle;;-" The ravenette girl apologizes as she quickly stands up, startling Horropedia a bit.

"No no!!! Huh,,, It's my bad... I can't read the rooms right---" Horropedia rambles back as he scratches his cheek in conflict, "

He slowly tries to approach Philocalist, who seems to back away as an instinct. Horropedia doesn't seem to mind as he walks closer to her figure, trapping her against the wall as a glove hand is placed next to her head loosely with a calmer but serious expression.

Of course, he cautiously tries to eye both sides or at the locked door if there's ever anyone somehow who manages to break in.

"...Philocalist." The brunette with glasses starts solemnly, "I've always loved you, even right now."

"...H... Horropedia." Philocalist looks away a bit, but the other autist prevents her by holding on to her chin lovingly, making her look at him in the eyes.

"I'm serious," Horropediw says, "Who else would I treat the same as I treat you? Who is the first person I come into mind when inviting to come to a  haunted mansion with me?

Philocalist, you're one of my best friends who I can count on. But... you're a special kind of best friend- I, I want you to- no, I want to be your boyfriend."

Horropedia tries not to ramble, but it seems is failing.  Philocalist can't even help but get redder by the confession---- yet she gently leans in to nuzzle on his neck to try to calm her heartbeats--

"...I love you,,, and I want to be your girlfriend, too." She whispers, feeling a bit embarrassed yet voluntarily feels the need to express that. "Thank you,,, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Horropedia assures as be now hugs her back, "We just have to hope the others are okay- we can still try and find an exit-"

"I-I know they're capable,,, but what I mean is, I wish I should've known sooner,,,"

"Is alright, boo... I can't even get mad at you at all for that-"

After he lovingly admits it to her, he gently boops their foreheads for a good moment...

Before suddenly, a beep can be heard as Horropedia lightly pulls away from the hug to respond to the mechanism that was on his pocket, which was a walkie-talkie.

"Ehhhh.. everything alright there???" Jessica asks who jusy happened to take the talkie from Blonney, "We detected your signal- we're coming to where you are."

"An An Lee managed to find the Merrian's will contract after noticing Click's latest photos." Blonney cam be heard from the background as the voice of the said ghost buster can also be heard vaguely as "Yeah no I can't believe it either-".

"Gosh,,, what a miracle. " Philocalist whispers.

"Horropedia and Philocalist here- copy that!"

Horropedia holds the button before releasing once stating it. He then quickly takes out his gun and aims at the door, still holding on Philocalist's waist.

"My gun is ready - I should have thought of this sonner!!!" He yells out in ecstasy as he shoots - Summoning the Twin Dolls. The cursed creatures quickly work on chopping on the old wood in different pieces and digging the hole wider. It then explodes into nothing but a bigger entrance tunnel

"Golly...-" That’s one word Philocalist let's out after seeing that. Once again.

"Journey on! We're just getting started!" He happily chirps before taking his now official girlfriend's hand in his before running towards the exit. Philocalist only giggles at his enthusiasm before following suit with a warm smile.

#// oc content #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 #horropedia

[commsroom]

I don’t know if I’m just missing something obvious here, but in the first couple seasons of wolf 359 there’s this sense that there’s Something Else aboard the Hephaestus but thats never really resolved? We know that there were others aboard the Hephaestus at the end of Lovelace’s mission but that clearly isn’t the case for Minkowski et al. I would’ve just chalked it up to paranoia but in Am I Alone Now Hera says it outright!

“And I hear one last thing, something moving, unseen, unknown. You don’t need to know about that last one, do you? I don’t have to tell you - not unless you ask me directly. That’s the way the game works, them’s the rules. Don’t ask me no questions and I won’t tell you no secrets, right?”

Do you have any idea what this is about I’m so confused

don't worry, you're not missing anything!! gabriel urbina's been asked about it and basically said, you know, that's one of those mysteries they left unsolved. practically speaking, it's probably just a quirk of the earlier writing before they had a solid plan, but i like to think of it as a manifestation of the hephaestus as a haunted place - the sense there's another presence there with you in this space that feels at once claustrophobic and impossibly large. secret rooms, space that seems to alter itself at will. the missing terrarium. "you're not the first." ghosts in the machinery. ghosts in the spatial memory. like the station is a living thing - the "beating heart" of the hephaestus. rotting from the inside. - and it remembers what goddard tries to erase.

maybe there's a more literal explanation. maybe it has something to do with the star's radiation (like 90% of weird things in wolf 359) ... but there's no real answer. it's actually amazing how many things there are answers for that they didn't even intend to come up again. i remember urbina saying, while the show was ongoing, he told someone hilbert's door from am i alone now? wouldn't be relevant... oops!

#asks #and yet people still ask him what's in box 953... the most definitively answered of all wolf 359 mysteries... #anyway yeah don't worry. you didn't miss anything. i totally get it though. it stands out because almost everything DOES come up again #in some way or another.

[ltleflrt]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for tagging me @prosopopeya 😊

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

112 (also 112 unanswered asks in my inbox, oops lol)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,998,134

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age, Mass Effect, SPN/Destiel, Baldur's Gate 3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kiss the Baker (9,346)

Satin and Sawdust (8,306)

Cursed Or Not (7,797)

No Words (7,754)

Addicted To You (6,079)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! In order to conserve spoons for it, I only answer comments on my long/chaptered fics, and don't answer them on my short one-shots. Which makes me feel guilty sometimes, but setting up an exception is the only way I can manage my social anxiety about it.

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

No Such Thing As Ghosts

This is a one-shot that I always answer comments on because if someone takes the time to read a MCD fic, they deserve extra gratitude, and probably milk and cookies and a box of tissues.

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

I write romances or smutfics, they all have happy endings lol

Probably the sweetest thing I've ever written is Where The Heart Lives which was for an October writing challenge a few years ago.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

It's happened, though it's rare. There was a troll that targeted me on FFnet like 10 years ago who was so over the top with their hatred that it was actually funny. Every once in a while I'll get a comment that irritates me, but it's not really hateful stuff, just something I disagree with.

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

Yeah, original sci-fi alien smut was a thing for me when I was a teenager. For fanfic, I loooove writing smut. Some of my short fics are just smut. My favorite kind of smut involves being in a shower or a bathtub. It might just be masturbation, or full on sexual escapades, but there's water involved.

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

I don't like crossovers, so no. I have a lot of ideas for fusions, but I haven't written any. I tried to do a Pacific Rim/Mass Effect fusion, but I only ever got 1 chapter, and it's the only fic I've deleted from AO3.

For reference, I consider a crossover something that includes characters from both universes in a story together, and a fusion is a story where characters from one universe live in the other universe, but there's no meeting of characters from both. Like, Dean is a Templar who knows Knight Captain Cullen in Dragon Age, vs what if Dean is the Knight Captain instead of Cullen.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of *knocks on wood*

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a few. One of them isn't on AO3 and I lost the link, which I'm sad about. But now I only give permission if it's going to be posted on AO3, so they show up under my name.

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

Not exactly, but @jupiterjames and I have worked so closely together that it's almost co-writing. @bendingsignpost wrote a prequel to a shortfic I wrote tho... does that count? That probably counts. Here's the series:

Bookshelf Boys by bendingsignpost, Ltleflrt

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

They all feel equal in my heart, but I've written the most for Destiel, so they're probably a tiiiiny bit more important to me lol

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm starting to think I'm never going to finish anything ever again lol

My current posted WIPs are

Reaching Out (Dragon Age)

Shameless (SPN/Destiel)

I desperately want to finish them, but my brain is very NOPE about it. There's also the Untitled Haunted House AU I've been talking about for years now, but I've never posted any of it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Capturing character voice in dialogue. Also shower/bathtub smut 😁

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Of anything. People, places, emotions. I feel like I suck at all descriptions.

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

I like to do it, but I definitely have to get help since I'm hopelessly monolingual. And I like when other authors do it too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age, specifically DA2. It's what got me into reading fanfic in the first place, and eventually sparked the urge to write.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

This answer changes every time someone asks me the question lol... today's favorite is Peace because it's the most recent thing I've worked on and there are 2 people commenting on it, and I'm having a good time with it.

Tagging: @jupiterjames @mittensmorgul @slytherkins @valleydean

#ltleramblings #tagging meme

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

NCT Spooky Season [Day 14]

The Lonely Lovely Mansion

TW: Ghosts? Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Qian Kun x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 1.0K Prompt: A casual walk through a haunted mansion

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Notes: Kun is my ult OKAYYYY Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Hey, honey," you leaned into your husband, keeping your voice below a whisper, "I know we really want a house but... there has to be other options."

"No, I agree," Kun nods. You both look at the house in front of you and the realtor slapped on a big smile on her face.

"So, what are we thinking?" She throws her hands up to gesture to the house. "It's very Victorian, so elegant!"

"Yeah," you forced out the enthusiasm and you and Kun both gave weak smiles. "We have to get out of here," you whispered to him.

"I know," he holds you a little closer, "let's just play along for now and then we'll leave," he whispers.

"So!" The realtor opens the door with some difficulty and with a key you were sure was centuries older than you. "This is the foyer," she gestures for both of you to look up and you swallowed harshly when you saw the array of cobwebs hanging off the chandelier. "Oop, looks like the previous owners forgot to get rid of this old thing," she looks at the broken mirror.

"Ahaha," your laugh couldn't have sounded more fake, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Here's the kitchen," she leads you into the next room and you move your foot to avoid the strange puddle of red on the floor.

"How long has it been since the last owners moved out?" Kun asks while eyeing the layer of dust on the stove.

"About sixty years," she nods.

"Wow, I wonder why?" You let Kun move you to a less precarious place as he runs his hand along the large fissure in the wall.

"And, before we forget, the living room is right over this way," the realtor takes you into a larger room and smiles with her hands on her hips as you shriek.

"That's a big ass spider!" You shout.

"It's fine, it'll be gone by the time you both move in."

"What the hell?!" Kun steps back, pulling you with him as the large spider takes notice of you.

"Let me just-" the realtor grabs a plank of wood and slams it over the spider's head, the thing simply being stunned instead of dying. "Anyway, lets go to the second floor," she ushers you out of the room and slams the door shut behind her. "Go ahead!" She urges you to go up the stairs and, as soon as you and Kun took one step on it, you heard the whole thing creak and you swear you heard something break.

"Um..." You looked worriedly around and Kun continued up, testing the floorboards with each step.

"Seems stable," he says.

"Oh, yes, very," the realtor catches her breath and walks past the both fo you. Hesitantly, you followed.

"Here's the main bedroom," she opened the largest door and, well, this whole room screamed haunted, that's for sure, and when the old painting hung inside suddenly fell that only confirmed everything for you. "Whoops! That darn draft," she laughs and closes the door. "Anway, the room next to it here could be a great guest room," she opens the next door to reveal the peeling paint and uneven floorboards in it. "Or..." her voice has a teasing tone to it, "it could also be a nursery," she grins and you and Kun laughed awkwardly.

"You mentioned this house had three bedrooms? I only see the two doors," Kun says.

"Right, right, we kind of have to work for the third bedroom," she says. She gestures for you both to follow her and she stops at the end of the hall, feeling for a certain wall panel before pressing on it and the wall pops open. She pulls on it and you and Kun gasp. "Whoops! Who left this here?" She laughs at the bible hung up by a string in the middle of the room.

"Nope! No, no, no!" You shout and turn around.

"It's a no, sorry, this is far from what we're wanting for a home," Kun explains while you both rush out.

"I know, it's a bit of a fixer-upper," the realtor insists.

"Fixer-upper?! This place should be demolished!" You narrowly avoid the hole in the floor.

"With some TLC you'll be able to make this home amazing!" The realtor keeps going.

"No thank you, we don't have that kind of money," Kun says unlocking the car quickly and waiting for you to get inside first.

"Should I put you both down as a maybe for this house?"

"No!" Your shout was apparent through the window.

"No, not at all," Kun says with a tight-lipped smile. He slides into the driver's seat and floors it.

"Damn it!" The realtor curses behind them. After a short while, you let out the breath you'd been holding.

"She was fucking crazy," you said with disbelief.

"I know... trying to sell us a house like that," Kun shook his head slowly. "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No, luckily," you shuddered. "You?"

"I'm fine," he does a quick look through of his hands and wrists. "Not to mention that giant spider, holy..."

"They couldn't have even cleaned a little before bringing us in there?!"

"Exactly! If they wanted that house out of their hair they could've at least put some effort into making it look nicer," Kun groans.

"I'm pretty sure the last owners were murdered there."

"Yup, I was."

Kun slammed on the brake and you both jerked forward, held back by your seatbelts. Nervously, you both turn to each other, before you look up at the rearview mirror, spotting the man who sat in the middle of the backseat. He waves at you.

"Hi," he grins.

"Oh my god!" Your hands covered your mouth and Kun was frozen.

"Finally! Someone who toured that damn house can see me!" The ghost relaxes against the seat. "I'm Yangyang!"

"Whatever was in that house is making me delusional," you covered your eyes.

"Nope! I'm definitely one of the ghosts of that house! And, now that I finally found people who can see me... I'm gonna need you both to make the investment."

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[astriiformes]

from ur tags yesterday: folk music recs? 💜(:

also I hope you’ve gotten home and are feeling better! sorry about the grocery store):):

Ah see here's where I get to explain something fun because while I could also give folk music recs, what I was offering in the tags of that one post were filk music recs, which was not actually a typo.

Filk is basically the folk music of fandom -- which does not always mean it's about fiction or other nerdy topics, although it very often does. You'll hear it played at concerts or in music circles at some more old-school conventions, which is the context it first emerged in, although these days there are also virtual filk circles, filk podcasts (like FilkCast, which is a great place to find more filk if you like any of these recs), and music by filk musicians available on platforms like Bandcamp or Spotify -- or floating around on tumblr blogs like @filkyeahfilk. It's a really joyful and close-knit tradition with a very cool history and a lot of people making fun, funny, creative, moving, and clever music -- sometimes all at once -- mostly just for the sake of making music, no matter how weird or unpolished or niche

As for some recommendations coming to mind at the moment:

Dawson's Christian is an absolutely classic filk song (and space ghost story) with about a dozen versions out there at least. The version I linked is my favorite though, by Vixy & Tony

Talis Kimberley's song Kitchen Heroes wins in my book for having an excellent and extremely metal chorus about the importance of practical hand skills over, combat ones ("It's the stock and the cellar and the hearth and the hive / will decide who falls and who survives")

Beth Kinderman & the Player Characters are some friends of mine who make really phenomenal music; some of my favorites of theirs include Refusal of the Return (off a concept album inspired by/deconstructing the Hero's Journey), which has been giving me Big Luz Noceda Feelings for a while now, and The Dread Gazebo

Cheshire Moon are some other friends with really phenomenal stuff; I really like The Witch in Your Story, Banshee, and Build Your Wings

Oops We Split The Party by Clearly Guilty is a song that I feel very called out by as a D&D player, and also delightful

Heather Dale’s Mordred’s Lullaby is an amazing, haunting Arthurian legend inspired song and definitely liable to wedge itself into your brain and stay there in the best possible way

I always recommend Tim Griffin's Lucy on the Line to people with the warning that they WILL be crying by the end (for good and deeply hopeful reasons) -- which all the friends I have linked to to have admitted is exactly what happened. Absolutely give it a listen but maybe have, like, some tissues at the ready.

I have loads more recs in my #filk tag on my blog (as well as links to my duo Astrisoni's music, we don't have a ton up on Bandcamp but we have some stuff here on tumblr too, along with the EP & single there)

#i love talking filk and can absolutely throw more recommendations your way sometime if you want #it's such a cool music tradition and i want more people to know about it!! #music #filk tag

[elysia-nsimp]

OC introduction: Heaven (Twisted Wonderland)

^ fairy gala outfit, I did use a ref, if ur curious and I find it again I’ll share :3:3

Basics

Heaven (she/her) is a Ramshackle student mainly based off of the bride from the Haunted Mansion, and minorly based off of the Mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas. She is… some kind of ghost, many assume, though she’s always been that way, rather than having died. Her age is, for the most part, unknown.

While usually floating, Heaven when standing on the ground is … I’d say 5’8. She’s thin, perhaps a little too much-so, and very… uncanny. She almost never blinks, and primarily eats using the mouth on top of her head, rather than the one on her face. She also only has three clawed fingers on each hand, not including her thumb.

Rarely is Heaven actually seen in any classes, and when asked about her, professors don’t typically seem to recognize the name as one of the students. However, she claims to be very good at history and ancient curses. She does not enjoy flight class because there’s “too much sunlight.”

Hobbies, Talents, Preferences

Few people even see Heaven, much less know what she does with her free time. For the most part, Heaven remains invisible, with the only sign of her presence being an odd feeling that you’re being watched or that something terrible is going to happen.

Despite this, it’s been made very clear that Heaven strongly dislikes men. She’s incredibly distrustful and will be openly aggressive and even violent towards masc presenting people who she deems some level of threat. Of course this isn’t like, all men she encounters, she’s just kind of iffy and guarded for the most part… but if you fail the vibe check? Oof good luck.

Total girls girl tho. One of the other girls murders someone? Heaven will hide the body no questions asked.

The one thing most students have come to agree on about Heaven, is that she enjoys using her range of weird ass abilities to freak people out, including but not limited to: the mouth on her head which has a sharp black tongue in it, her unpleasant aura, the fact that she knows information she realistically should not be able to know, her ability to seemingly predict the future, random teleportation… there’s more but those are the big ones.

She is. very ominous.

Backstory

Heaven is a princess, one of a now destroyed kingdom that exists somewhere in the spirit realm. From a young age, Heaven kept telling her parents that bad things would happen, to which her parents would assume she was doing kid things and making it up… only for the exact events to later happen. Because of this, word spread and the kingdom began to believe Heaven was a bad omen, bringing disaster wherever she went, and her parents locked her away in the palace Elsa From Frozen Style.

She grew bitter and upset that no one listened to her, and only assumed the worst from her because she was young. As a result, the day she learned her unique magic was the day the entire kingdom fell, being destroyed in a massive tornado no one could have predicted—no one but the one who’s overblot caused it.

Heaven was exiled from the ruins of the kingdom, while her parents and the survivors of the disaster sought refuge in a neighboring kingdom. From there, Heaven traveled on her own for a while, before deciding that the Ramshackle dorm in the living world would be a good place for her to stay… where no one knew who she was or what she had done.

Oh also she was supposed to marry a prince from another kingdom but she hated that idea. Then she fell in love with my buddy Howl’s oc Prince Jude an oops guess what, that was the prince she was supposed to marry so now they’re happy together yaaay

Unique Magic

Let the truth be revealed ,

And set free thy soul,

Lest thy fate be sealed,

And lest chaos reign control.

From this day, we doth decree,

Anticipate our destruction,

Cataclysmic reduction

Make mine own visions reality!

Calamity From Above!

An extremely powerful UM that will almost always result in extreme damage to the user. It festers a natural disaster, mimicking the extent of the user’s negative emotion.

This usually manifests as a tornado for Heaven, and given the nature of the spell, will send her into an overblot if used incorrectly.

Relationships

Ace

Heaven hates this mf. She bites her tongue because the prefect (in this version, Comet in specific), is friends with him. He sometimes feels her stares from seemingly nowhere.

Deuce

Actually, Heaven thinks Deuce is a pleasant person. He gets a pass :)

Leona

Heaven… respects Leona. She doesn’t like him, but she respects him.

Ruggie

She is ready to throw Ruggie into the next zipcode over

Jack

She’s skeptical of Jack. Not sure if she approves of him or not yet.

All of Octavinelle

I cannot put into words how much she does NOT like these three. She has close eyes on them whenever they’re near Comet, which is… often. She has thrown a pan at Floyd before because he was getting too close to Comet, and she would do it again.

Kalim

She thinks he’s obnoxious and loud, but he kind of reminds her of her husband, so he gets a pass.

Jamil

She WILL bite him /neg

Rook

BITES HIM BITES HIM BITES HIM /NEG

Idia

Shockingly??? Heaven considers Idia a friend?????? Like they met once and had a pleasant conversation (Idia was shaking like a chihuahua in the snow) and Heaven decided “this little man is silly, I’ll be keeping him :)”

Malleus

Heaven holds high respect for Malleus. She’s still keeping an eye on him tho.

Lilia

“Anyone who fucks up their food that badly cannot be trusted.” -Heaven

Sebek

HATES HIM. SHE HATES HIM SO MUCH.

Bonus!! Comet

Comet is her bestest friend in the whole wide world :))) she’d murder someone for Comet no hesitation:)))) you wanna date Comet?? You gotta pass Heaven’s vibe check :))))) (Comet will not let Heaven commit murder for her, Heaven is distraught by this)

Other works

Hejejejjewj playlist

Media

Thank Howl for the second one lol

#elysia has too many ocs #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #eely draws stuff #Spotify

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Since you talked about Papyrus, what about the skeletons taking a night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?

Undertale Sans - He slept through the entire shift. Sure, he finds it odd to wake up inside one of the bear costume but it's not like he couldn't just teleport out of here. It looks like a great nap spot too. Maybe he'll come back to sleep here the next day. The Animatronics are so confused.

Undertale Papyrus - He makes friend with the nice ghosts inside of the costume. He didn't know there were other monsters here! The kids are confused about everything he's talking about and can't decide what to do of the new guard because he... He can't stop talking omg.

Underswap Sans - Man, he took the job only so he could climb on Freddy without anyone seeing him. He got quite a surprise when Freddy started to move, but he was also enjoying the ride very much so he doesn't care. The robots tried to grab him but Freddy is bigger, the other robots can't reach him, and Freddy's arms can't get up enough to grab his legs. Blue is taunting them, having fun.

Underswap Papyrus - Dude, the second Bonnie moved, he teleported his bony ass out of here. This place is creeping him out and this is way too much. He doesn't want to stay here, he's leaving. Fuck this job.

Underfell Sans - Uh. Bonnie is in front of the door. Chica is in front of the other door. Are they trying to assert dominance? Because he is more dominant, don't challenge him. He grabs a crowbar, opens the door and beats the hell out of the rabbit. He's fired in the morning.

Underfell Papyrus - He heard a noise and got out of the office to investigate. He found Chica half walking out of the stage and gasped, offended. "YOU! YOU CAN'T DO THAT. THAT'S NOT A THING ROBOTS DO. GO BACK TO YOUR STAGE OR I'M TELLING THE DIRECTOR. NOW." Chica is looking at him in bewilderment, so scared and confused she actually obeyed??? And all the other Animatronics are too scared to move now? How the hell that skeleton is so intimidating?

Horrortale Sans - He was in the kitchen for a midnight snack when something touched his shoulder. He grabbed a wok and hit Chica so hard in the face her head fled through the room. Oops. Don't scare him like that!

Horrortale Papyrus - He befriended the little ghosts and was so shocked to learn they are dead little humans. In the morning, William Afton is greeting by a very angry and pissed off skeleton that throws him through the door of the pizzeria asking him how he could have done that to innocent children, right in front of a police officer who was passing by. The end.

Swapfell Sans - The second Freddy moved, he ran to the main door, screaming hysterically, and banged on it, screaming for help. The neighbour called the police on the crazy skeleton yelling in the restaurant. Nox kept telling the officers the restaurant is haunted but no one believe him. But he doesn't want the ghosts to follow him home so he will make everyone blue until someone decide to go in the pizzeria and do something about the damn robots.

Swapfell Papyrus - "neato." He's having a blinking contest with some yellow Freddy that entered his office somehow despite him blocking both of the doors. It's a bit awkward, since Golden Freddy is not talking much, contrary to him who is trying to understand the hell he wants. Thank god he can't blink because he has eye sockets. Because he feels like if he blinks, he's dead. But that surely just an impression... right?

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well, he ran out of power and Freddy threatened him, so he grabbed the emergency ask and destroyed the robot, one by one, as they tried to attack him. The dude survived Underground, it's not four stupid Napstaton who are going to dust him. He's fired in the morning too. And sued by the company.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He locked himself in the toilets after Foxy chased him down through the entire pizzeria. All the robots are now banging on the door and he doesn't know how to teleport anymore because of how scared he is. He's just crying, begging for the robot to leave, until he remembers he has a phone and call Wine. A second later, a loud crash can be hear in the main hall as Nox rushed through the wall with his car to rescue his brother.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[umbrellasareforever]

the gist of the crossover: clara oswald is with her friend (exclusively known as the doctor for reasons unknown) looking for a new apartment, and in the process finds out that pollard house has, by enormous coincidence and a very confusing family tree, actually been left to her. she decides to move into the house, the ghosts try to get rid of her, and... the ghostly first doctor throws her out the window. oops, she can now see ghosts (her favourite ghost is malcolm tucker, who haunts bristol university and angrily lectures physics students, both living and dead). characters include:

clara, obviously

eleven, here known only as the doctor (nobody is entirely clear why); insists he is not in love with clara (and vice versa), though none of the ghosts believe either of them. quicker to accept the existence of ghosts than clara herself

jack harkness. died in the 1200s of dysentery and was not actually called jack harkness, but he likes the name so he's keeping it. makes up a variety of outlandish stories about how he supposedly died, and since he's one of the earliest ghosts no one can challenge him

romana (i). catholic noble, died somewhere in the 15th century (pre-henry vii). various references are made to her death but it's unclear how she actually died. not entirely convinced on catholicism anymore but she sticks to it to annoy edward

the first doctor, better known in this universe as dr. edward hughes (the s is silent (dr who haha geddit)). died of tuberculosis, and doesn't like to talk about it since that's one of the things he was supposed to be able to cure. much more morally... relaxed than most other inhabitants of the pollard house. died shortly after henry viii's break from rome and gets into a lot of arguments with romana about catholicism vs protestantism even though neither of them really believe in it. romana refuses to call him dr. hughes like everyone else and it drives him mad

the eighth doctor, better known as thomas jonathan smith. a 19th-century terrible Romantic poet who died after ice skating on ice that was rather thinner than he expected. dramatic, drips water all over the place, and in love with fitz (but happily flirts with most of the ghosts. and clara.)

fitz kreiner. died in the 1960s under circumstances he'd rather not mention. the important part is that he died with his guitar and unlike eight's poetry he's actually very good at playing it. in love with eight. doesn't particularly like most of the other ghosts except for eight

the brigadier. died in the 1970s after getting drunk and crashing his car on the grounds of the pollard house. happily calls edward dr. hughes but always pronounces the s, which annoys edward extremely. fairly similar to the captain in bbc ghosts, but less war-oriented and slightly less repressed

grace holloway. died in the 1990s after being stabbed to death by "bruce," an undercover fbi agent. it's really quite embarrassing. finds edward's morals uncomfortable and very nearly lost her patience with him after the throwing clara out a window incident. still somewhat unused to being a ghost, and doesn't particularly like clara since clara recognises her from the scandal involved with her death

there's more but that's a lot already 💀

WOWOWOW you’ve put so much thought into this and I LOVE IT!!!

I absolutely adore (well okay not adore but adore in the Writer Way™️) the deaths of all the ghosts!!!! Particularly how they do relate to the characters both from Ghosts and Doctor Who (which was obviously the point but I gotta point it out because LOVE IT)!!! Particularly Grace’s which is insanely sad but also very very good especially the way her death is actually known by Clara and how she’s so new to being a Ghost!!

Absolutely phenomenal please feel free to share more you’ve got my intrigue!!!

#Ghosts #BBC Ghosts #Doctor Who #crossover #fan fic #natequarter #so wonderfully written #Clara Oswald #11th Doctor #1st Doctor #Jack Harkness #Grace Holloway #Brigadier #Fitz Kreiner #8th Doctor #Romana I

[writingaustin]

Going through and reposting old stories I wrote for Reddit. This one's called Puzzled Reaper. Guess the story prompt.

“Wait, I died? How?”

“Listen guy, I’m just as baffled by this as you are.”

“So you don’t know how I died? But aren’t you the Grim Reaper?” I heaved a weary sigh. This was my first ever client, and it was already going poorly. I held back the urge to curl up in a ball and start crying. That probably wouldn’t be very respectful of me, seeing as I was standing over this man’s corpse.

I shouldn’t have taken this job from the temp agency. The pay was too good, but I thought that was just because I would be on call 24/7. I sure as hell should’ve said no when they sent me this scythe in the mail.

“No, I’m the Puzzled Reaper.”

“What?”

“Exactly.”

“Is this some sort of joke?”

“Oh god, I wish.”

“…” The man (or the soul, I guess?) bent over and covered his face, making a sort of sound that reminded me of a dying animal. I gently patted him on the back.

“No, it’s okay. Dying’s not so bad, bud. There’s no reason to get frustrated about it.”

“I’m mad at you! Aren’t you supposed to be helping me with this?! Explaining that I died, where I go from here…” He slapped my hand away, rearing on me with a red face. It soon paled, however, as his own words hit him. Now he was looking as lifeless as his corpse.

That sounds kind of redundant. He is a corpse. A soul? Some sort of…ethereal ghost-creature? A jerk who yells at hardworking customer service agents?

“Where will I go…?”

“Probably Hell for yelling at me on my first day.”

“What?!”

“No, look, I don’t actually know. I just take the souls to the place where they are…uh…” I paused and fumbled in my dark-as-night robes. Didn’t they give me a manual? I winced as my scythe fell away from me as I looked for that little booklet, clanging pitifully on the ground.

Look, everyone has a rough first day. Just keep it cool, and you got this. I took a deep breath to steady myself, repeating the mantra my yoga teacher taught me.

“You are one with the universe…loved by the universe…”

“You really have no clue, do you?” “No, of course I do. Look, it’s all in this manual here.” I flourished the tiny little pamphlet that had been sent with my work clothes and scythe. The title, in easy to read bold lettering, said, ‘So You Want to Reap Souls.’ The title was incorrect, as I didn’t actually want to, but a job was a job.

“Did you not receive any training?”

“I received a manual?”

“Ugggggggggh.”

“Let’s see…ah, yes. The Puzzled Reaper. See? That’s me.”

“What. Does. It. Say.”

“Hey, relax. You gotta take life slowly sometimes…oops. Sorry.”

“WHAT. DOES. IT. SAY.”

“Sheesh. Alright, ‘The Puzzled Reaper is the reaper that takes care of souls that perished in mysterious circumstances. It is the job of the Puzzled Reaper to illuminate…’, wow, this sounds kind of pompous.”

“Keep. Reading.”

“Alright, alright. ‘To illuminate the soul as to the cause of their death so that they may pass on safely to the underworld. Only by understanding how and why they died can a human’s spirit find solace and move on. Failure to do so will result in…’”

“In…?”

“’In the human soul turning into a revenant that will forever haunt the earth.’”

“So, if I’m to understand…”

“We need to figure out how you died so you can pass on safely to Hell.”

“I’m screwed.”

“Hey, bud, we got this. I may be new to the job, but I love detective stories. That’s just what this is, right? We’re like detectives! Well, I’m the detective. You’re my Watson!”

“I’m completely and utterly screwed.”

“Let’s examine the crime scene, Watson!” I kneeled down and began to examine the body for clues.

“Undeniably, irrevocably, doubtlessly screwed.”

~-~

“Using my extensive experience of the past twenty minutes as both a detective and a ferryman of souls, I deduce this man with an incurable case of no longer breathing.” I knelt before the corpse, gingerly jabbing at it with the non-pokey end of my scythe.

The man himself (that is, his soul) was now quietly sobbing in a corner of his office, face completely pressed against the wall as I made my expert diagnosis.

“Now, what sort of assistant are you? Shouldn’t you be taking notes, or making snarky remarks?”

“Just leave…”

“That’s no way to treat a friend.”

“I don’t even know who you are…” He glanced back at me, his eyes suspiciously dry.

“Oh, actually, I suppose it’s not like you can actually cry. I mean, you don’t even have a body anymore. Physically, that is.” He turned back and started to sob again.

“Jeez, come on. Alright, look. What’s your name?” If a look could kill, I would need a Grim Reaper. But I suppose him glaring at me was preferable to the fake crying.

“Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Jonathan.”

“Jonathan, alright, like Swift.”

“It’s Herrick, actually.” That’s some progress. Jonathan Herrick, my aspiring assistant detective and present corpse on the ground.

“Alright, Jonathan Herrick. You can call me Reaper, or detective.”

“You aren’t a detective!”

“Ye of little faith.” I stood up, taking a seat atop the oak desk in the middle of the room as I reached to grab the now cold mug of coffee beside me.

We were in Herrick’s (former) home office and current tomb, his lifeless body collapsed beside an old leather chair behind me. The only light in the room came from a laptop still running beside me on the desk, its harsh and electronic radiance providing no favors for Herrick’s (his body’s) appearance. Though it should be midday outside, the curtains were tightly drawn. Herrick’s soul was now pacing in front of me, with an expression that couldn’t seem to decide between homicidal rage and self-pity.

“I’ve already deduced that you were murdered using some sort of poison.”

“What?” Oh, self-pity it is then.

“Hmhm, yes, what sort of genius was lurking underneath this cloak indeed, dear Herrick.” I sniffed, pretending to hold a pipe. My dream of being a veritable Holmes elucidating the secrets of the world for my own dear Watson was already coming true.

“No, what do you mean by murdered?”

“By poison?”

“Who?”

“You?”

“What? Why would you think I was murdered?”

“Because I’m here.”

“But you’re just here to figure out how I died…”

“Remember what I said earlier about dying in mysterious circumstances? Well, it seems obvious that I was sent here because that happened to you. You were murdered, and now we need to find out who killed you so you can find peace in Hell.” Hahah! We’ll catch this criminal in time for dinner at this rate.

Herrick’s eyes went blank as I graciously waited for him to agree on how clever I was. Forget rage or self-pity, he looked like someone grasping the truly inconsequential nature of humanity in the grand scale of the infinity that was time. Or, I don’t know, a comparison for suitable for normal humans…he looked like a man who had looked up one day to find that the sky was pink, despite it being blue all his life before that moment.

Cut me some slack, I don’t know what normal human things are, I’m an embodiment of death for goodness sake.

Anyway.

We stayed like that for a few minutes; I sitting on his (former) desk, and him standing there in front of the door, staring at some point beyond this world. But slowly, and surely, I could see the gears turning in his mind. The confusing slowly giving way under the power of anger and indignation as ‘Why was I murdered?’ slowly turned into ‘Who was the bastard that did this?’

“And why do you think it was poison?”

“Well, there’s no actual damage to your body. I mean, let’s be honest, you’ve got on a bit of that winter weight, clearly took your fair share of Santa’s cookies during the holidays. But, the fact I’m here seems to suggest that we can rule out natural causes like a heart-attack.”

“Hey…that’s true, but hurtful.”

“Yet, there doesn’t seem to be a single mark on your corpse. No wounds of any sort.”

“So…it can’t be natural causes, yet it doesn’t seem like I was attacked. So the way I died…”

“Must’ve been something you drank.” I took a big swig of the cold coffee.

“Hey, wait-!” He held up a hand to stop me, but I was already finishing off the dregs at the bottom of the mug.

#reddit #short story #comedy #flash fiction

[juliamex3]

I think I already know who "and then there were three" is about but I'm still curious. Also "aim to be a dragon master"!

I disagree I don't think you know who the three are at all because that's actually a Yo-kai Watch fic! Probably not that interesting oop, you missed all 4 shigesatogou wips in there I'm sorry :')

Basically tho the thing is Yo-kai Watch has 3 main protagonists, Nate, Katie and Hailey. Except that Katie sort of... disappears after Hailey gets introduced? (Hailey disappears later on as well but that is a different tangent)

Katie is not a playable character anymore in the 3rd game and she was never in the main cast of the anime, she got pretty much disregarded and only ever used for alternate universe stories. She doesn't have a Yo-kai Watch in the main timeline at all. 

I never liked that so and then they were three is about bringing her back into the spotlight and the trio forming an actual trio after a lot of "oh god a person I've known most of my life is gonna inevitably find out my biggest secret that is not very normal™ what do I do" from Nates perspective

I think something like this does actually happen in the 4th game? Idk I never played it, it didn't get localized but eh it would still work in the anime canon so whatever

I haven't worked on this story in ages since my ykw brainrot pretty died out for the most part, it was like... last year oof, I'm only like 70% done with the first chapter of the 3 I had planned, they all would've been from a different characters perspective

I kinda doubt anyone here cares all that much but here's still a snippet of it! 

"Oh right, didn't you say you were going camping with your dad?"

The voice belonged to Alex, the girl seated on Katies left.

Katie turned towards her and nodded. "Yeah. To be honest I'm not looking forward to it much, but dad insisted he wanted to spend some 'quality father-daughter bonding time' with me." She pronounced the last part of the sentence by doing air quotation marks with both of her hands.

Yet another person cut themselves into the conversation. "You're not going to camp at Mount Wildwood, are you?" Zoey, this time, the girl seated on her right.

Katie turned around again, this time in the opposite direction. "Huh, yeah, why? It's the closest forest we have around." 

"But Mount Wildwood has been haunted lately! There have been a lot of scary reports online."

That was Lina. Katie wasn't even sure where she had come from, her seat is at the opposite side of the room and she hadn't seen the girl walk up to them, but then again Zoey and her seemed to be attached by the hip.

Other people probably would have been freaked out by this statement, but after years of knowing them Katie had become adjusted to Zoeys and Linas stories.

Though Katie WAS starting to get irritated by half of their class listening in and suddenly being so invested in their conversation, but she wasn't going to point it out.

So instead she smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'll be careful. No ghosts, Yo-kai or other supernaturals will get in my way."

Alex raised an eyebrow, the other two girls couldn't seem prouder.

Her eyes met Nates again, with all of the other people around Katie had almost forgotten he was the one she was talking to originally.

Nate had an uncomfortable expression on his face, and Katie had to surpress a snort that was threatening to escape her.

She remembers how freaked out he has been in the past by ghost-talk. He may have changed a lot, but it seemed like old habits die hard.

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Aim to be a Dragon Master is about Iris! Is that a surprise based on the title lol?

Since we never really learn how she became champion this fic takes place right after her special and goes up to right before her first appearance in journeys.

She travels through Johto collecting badges then entering the league... where she loses against like Ethan or smth idk oops. After Cilan giving her a pep talk she then goes and does the same in Unova where she doesn't lose since she's learned a lot, has an awesome moment with Drayden and ends up beating Alder whoo!

Then I realized how long that would take even with how much I was going to skip around and... yeah...

Iris smirked. "Now use Ice Beam!"

Clair gasped. "Druddigon jump!"

It did, but Dragonite was quick to adjust and aimed higher up.

Silence filled the room as the smoke slowly cleared.

Both competitors were holding their breath.

Druddigon was on the ground, ice on its wings, eyes closed.

"Druddigon is unable to battle! The winner is challanger Iris!", the announcer stated, raising up the respective flags as she did so.

Overfilled with joy Iris ran onto the battlefield towards her Pokemon. "We did it! Dragonite, we did it! You're the best!"

Dragonite had to be overtaken by emotion as well, as he didn't even try to shove his trainer away as she hugged him.

In the distance Iris could hear Clair thanking and recalling her Pokemon, but she couldn't bring herself to care enough to watch or listen to exactly what she was doing.

She only broke the hug when she noticed Clair standing next to them.

"I feel like I should be upset about losing, but honestly... I'm proud that you finally managed to beat me. I know you worked hard, this was a great battle."

Clair reached out her hand, Iris took it with a grin and shook it. Only when Clair pulled away did Iris notice the other had given something to her.

She stared at the item in her hand in confusion. "Is that...", she started. 

"The Rising Badge!", Clair finished. "Congratulations on your win, Iris."

Iris frowned at the badge, then looked up to frown at Clair. "I wasn't trying to get your badge.", she explained.

Now it was Clairs turn to look confused. "Really? You were so insistent on beating me, I'd assumed you had a bigger reason than just wanting to fight dragon Pokemon."

Iris resisted blushing. Her motivation had been exactly that, plus some dedication and stubborness, but she wasn't going to say that out loud.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

On a childish impulse Iris closed her hand around the badge, moved it closer to her body and took a step back.

"Uh uh, you gave it to me, it's mine now, no take backs."

Clair let out the trademark laugh that Iris had come to associate with the woman.

"That's what I thought."

Iris' cheeks did flush a bit, this time.

"Thanks...", she managed to get out.

Clair nodded in acknowledgement. 

They exited the Gym together, and then Clair asked a very loaded question.

"What're you going to do now?"

Iris contemplated her response for a moment. What <i>was</i> she going to do?

"I... hadn't really thought about it.", she started carefully. "I wasn't actually expecting to defeat you today."

In the corner of her eye she caught the badge that she was still holding in her hand. "But", she picked up again before Clair could comment, "if I already have one badge, I figured I could enter the Johto league."

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I don't think this was what you asked for at all haha but maybe it's still interesting

Will I ever continue these? Only time can tell.

#WIP hell

[natequarter]

current dr who/bbc ghosts thoughts...go!

the gist of the crossover: clara oswald is with her friend (exclusively known as the doctor for reasons unknown) looking for a new apartment, and in the process finds out that pollard house has, by enormous coincidence and a very confusing family tree, actually been left to her. she decides to move into the house, the ghosts try to get rid of her, and... the ghostly first doctor throws her out the window. oops, she can now see ghosts (her favourite ghost is malcolm tucker, who haunts bristol university and angrily lectures physics students, both living and dead). characters include:

clara, obviously

eleven, here known only as the doctor (nobody is entirely clear why); insists he is not in love with clara (and vice versa), though none of the ghosts believe either of them. quicker to accept the existence of ghosts than clara herself

jack harkness. died in the 1200s of dysentery and was not actually called jack harkness, but he likes the name so he's keeping it. makes up a variety of outlandish stories about how he supposedly died, and since he's one of the earliest ghosts no one can challenge him

romana (i). catholic noble, died somewhere in the 15th century (pre-henry vii). various references are made to her death but it's unclear how she actually died. not entirely convinced on catholicism anymore but she sticks to it to annoy edward

the first doctor, better known in this universe as dr. edward hughes (the s is silent (dr who haha geddit)). died of tuberculosis, and doesn't like to talk about it since that's one of the things he was supposed to be able to cure. much more morally... relaxed than most other inhabitants of the pollard house. died shortly after henry viii's break from rome and gets into a lot of arguments with romana about catholicism vs protestantism even though neither of them really believe in it. romana refuses to call him dr. hughes like everyone else and it drives him mad; he calls her "young lady" every so often and she retorts that she's a century older than him

the eighth doctor, better known as thomas jonathan smith. a 19th-century terrible Romantic poet who died after ice skating on ice that was rather thinner than he expected. dramatic, drips water all over the place, and in love with fitz (but happily flirts with most of the ghosts. and clara. actually, he keeps on trying to flirt with clara, but then he sees fitz and loses his train of thought)

fitz kreiner. died in the 1960s under circumstances he'd rather not mention. the important part is that he died with his guitar and unlike eight's poetry he's actually very good at playing it. in love with eight. doesn't particularly like most of the other ghosts

the brigadier. died in the 1970s after getting drunk and crashing his car on the grounds of the pollard house. happily calls edward dr. hughes but always pronounces the s, which annoys edward extremely. fairly similar to the captain in bbc ghosts, but less war-oriented and slightly less repressed

grace holloway. died in the 1990s after being stabbed to death by "bruce," an undercover fbi agent. it's really quite embarrassing. finds edward's morals uncomfortable and very nearly lost her patience with him after the throwing clara out a window incident. still somewhat unused to being a ghost, and doesn't particularly like clara since clara recognises her from the scandal involved with her death

#asks #doctor who #bbc ghosts

[drzootsuit]

Couldn't help but notice the Porate still doesn't have a Mod Eater counterpart

Does it help you at all to know that Canon Pirate apparently sees the Angler as an apprentice of sorts for pirate hood?

Or that one of his possible names is James T. Beard, referencing Kirk from Star Trek?

The pirate has been driving me crazy, and I'm going to use this as an opportunity to wax about it!

The Hyperlight Alice was concocted because I wanted the characters to have a home base that could move from place to place, going to different mod worlds so that I could possibly explain all of the crazy stuff in mods as all being in one setting. The original idea behind making it a cruise ship was the thought that perhaps certain mod NPC's could even come with, becoming recurring cast members.

That idea probably won't happen, A. because there are a lot of modded NPC's, and B. because there are a ton of base-game Terraria NPC's!

Seriously, I hadn't processed how many there were until I started designing them all! There's almost thirty! And trying to make all of them characters is tough.

The Pirate has been kicking my ass, because at every step, I keep asking what his point is. My first thought was to have him be a space-pirate who, when defeated, books his ghostly ass a room on the alice in order to play trickster mentor and drink all the booze.

Sounds good! I even started sketching a sexy ganondorf looking guy in a pirate hat!

But wait: a sexy older guy with ghost powers who acts jolly but has a tempered darkness he uses to guide the heroes in his own weird way?

Oops! that's literally just the way I already wrote the clothier!

Once I realized that, things spun out of control. Making him a cunning bastard in general started to feel off, because there are so many cunning bastards on the ship. Captain velacruz, the party girl, the clothier, the dye trader, the merchant, and truffle cover most of that spectrum.

And most of their potential bones, I feel like I've used. The Merchant being the angler's uncle. The party girl being a master manipulator. the clothier's ghost curse. All the bits that would have made up the pirate got divided up and split across the cast.

Other ideas have flown furiously in my head. Maybe he's a retired naval officer instead of a pirate. Maybe he's a mashup of beetlejuice and Ramsey from epithet erased. Spooky did a fantastic design where the pirate is a beachside amusement fortune teller that Vix broke, who's ghost is now haunting her... but even though he did such a great job with the design (I should see if I can find it and post it) it still struck me with "what potential story can I weave with this? How does it help things?"

Other ideas have occurred as well, and they've been getting very esoteric: making the pirate the face of the haunting that pervades the Alice. Making them a mysterious wanted space pirate that I can introduce when the story actually requires them. Making them a deliberate imposter from outside the story who has put on a pirate hat in order to steal their spot.

Making the mod eater versions of the NPC's has been a blast, but in doing so, I've learned a little bit about asking yourself what role a character fills in your story. And I do think I can beat this. the tavernkeep also stumped me in the same way until I found a story role I liked: put-upon neurotic normal, and now she adds a good dimension of emotion that was missing before.

So I'm sure the pirate has a niche. I just haven't figured out what it is yet. Who knows? Maybe it will end up being that invader from outside the plot (she's a character who I made a vow to try to include in every project I work on, long story. Ask me about it sometime!). Maybe it will even be an existing mod character! The spirit mod's gambler would look good in a pirate coat.

Overall though, I think this is proof of how creative we can truly get with the things we work on. There are endless possibilities when interpreting and playing with tropes and ideas, no matter simple they may seem. Where even something as simple s a little sprite of a pirate captain can drive an artist crazy trying to think of all the infinite possibilities of who he could be as a character.

I do wanna try to finish the set before new years tho so I do have a bit of a deadline.

#mod eater #terraria #asks #terraria pirate