#ghost story?

[castleofkitties]

Haunted (chapter 1)

When he reaches the window, he can see the gate to the property is open. Not all that much, but enough for him to see it with the dim light of the outside. How did that happen?

Author's note: This was written for Halloween and I wanted it to be kind of increasingly creepy. I don't think I managed, but I hope you enjoy it. The story actually begins now.

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He doesn’t know why they came, or how they entered, but a group of children — Can he call them children? They don’t look any younger than he looks. — a group of children has seemingly decided to visit him.

It’s been a while since he met outsiders, so, feeling a little awkward, he stays on the upper floor, observing them as they walk into the mansion.

There are three of them. The oldest one is leading them. It doesn’t matter if it’s because of his hair in the dark, or the certain twinkle in the oldest’s eyes he catches, but he finds him frivolous.

The other two walk behind him.

One of them is restlessly tapping his folding fan against his palm. He’s frowning, like they had dragged him along against his will. They probably had.

The last one holds onto their friend. Whenever each of their friends turns to them, they put on a pitiful expression, but they look around in curiosity when they think no one else is watching.

But he sees it all from where he’s standing on the balcony, shrouded in darkness.

***

A few hours earlier at Zuladiar High School.

When Retnüir leaves the classroom, his eye twitches. Never mind that the lazy kid Laž’ar’s sitting on that bench opposite of Retnüir’s locker, Khanuk is as well. Khanuk, who graduated from the school when Laž’ar was still in middle school.

Khanuk’s smiling as he talks with an arm on the back of the bench, half turned to Laž’ar. He doesn’t seem to care that Laž’ar’s leaning slightly away and making himself smaller.

Retnüir walks over to them and lets his textbook fall heavily on Khanuk’s hand, startling Laž’ar into jumping off the bench.

“Retnüir!” Khanuk laughs. “Why so mad? Not enough coffee?”

“How old are you even?” Retnüir sneers back.

“I was telling li’l Laž here about something — are you in?”

Retnüir sweeps his gaze from Khanuk sitting in front of him to Laž’ar now standing next to him. The previously scared kid has a twinkle of excitement in his eyes, and Retnüir gives up on these two the moment Laž’ar opens his mouth.

“Ret, it’ll be fun!”

“I don’t care how much fun it might be. Go back to class, Laž’ar.”

“Reeeeettt!” Laž’ar whines, tugging at Retnüir’s sleeve. “Please!”

Retnüir sighs and knocks Laž’ar on the forehead with a knuckle. Even if he knows it didn’t actually hurt, Laž’ar’s hand shoots to his forehead while he frowns.

“We can do it after our classes.” He turns to Khanuk. “Right?”

“Wouldn’t even try to get our Retty to miss class. Evening is the best time for it, anyway.”

“Well, you should also go to class, O Greatest Khanuk. I know you’ve got a lecture, not time hanging around us half-adults.”

Khanuk laughs. “You’re gonna love this, Retnüir!”

***

After they all finished for the day, Khanuk brings the other two teens along with him to the bus stop. They jumped on.

When arriving at the stop, Laž’ar grabs hold of the Retnüir’s sleeve as they leave the bus stop. There aren’t all that many street lights here, and one of them flickers while giving off a click and a buzz every time it goes on or off. 

It reminds him of horror flicks.

If Laž’ar didn’t think this would be too fun to pass up, he would have gone home already, because, although Retnüir only ever chides him, he could get vicious while scolding Khanuk and that was not fun.

And Retnüir’s already losing his patience with Khanuk’s antics.

“Here we are!”

Khanuk announces their arrival out of nowhere, standing between two dead streetlights. Laž’ar needs to squint because it’s so dark Khanuk half-melts into the shadows.

It takes him a moment to realise Khanuk stands in front of a gate, and behind it a large mansion. Naked branches rise above the hedge taller than a full-grown man. He assumes the leaves are scattered in an overgrown garden.

He hums softly in curiosity.

Khanuk had told him they would go somewhere spooky —  a place that locals felt might be haunted, and there had been more than one sighting. Apparently Retnüir claims not to be afraid of ghosts, and Laž’ar had timidly said he found ghosts ‘super exciting’.

Truth to be told, he doesn’t believe they existed.

This is just an old mansion. What ghosts could there be other than some rats and some stray cat? 

However, he has never been in a mansion before and definitely not an old one, so — ghosts or no ghosts — he’s going to see if he could explore a little.

Khanuk waves to Laž’ar, who lets go of Retnüir and runs up to the iron gate.

“Khanuk, are there really ghosts here? I want to see them!”

“You bet there are at least two or three!”

A tsk comes from behind Laž’ar. He turns to see Retnüir already holding his fan that he always carries with him. It’s a sign he’s enduring his lost patience. Each tap’s like the ticking of a bomb unless Retnüir finds a proper outlet for his irritation.

Laž’ar hurries over to him and pulls at his sleeve, purposely looking as pitiful as he can. “Ret, you’re not coming?” He tugs the sleeve a couple of times while pouting.

He knows it’s childish, but…

“Fine, I’m coming,” Retnüir sighs.

Mission accomplished.

Laž’ar knew this would convince Retnüir. Tried and tested on this big brother.

“Li’l Laž,” Khanuk says, “check if you can open the gate?”

Laž’ar nods enthusiastically and runs back to check out the iron gate.

“It better open. I’m not breaking and entering anywhere. Got that, Khanuk?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. No breaking and entering.”

Laž’ar taps the heavy padlock. “I don’t know lock picking.”

Khanuk turns around, then gets his phone out of his pocket, using the flash as a torch. “Look at that. I guess we’re not breaking and entering then.”

Laž’ar takes hold of the lock, feeling very disappointed.

Maybe the lock is too rusty, because the moment Laž’ar lets go…

CRASH!

…the lock drops to the sidewalk, clearly not useful in keeping them out anymore.

All three of them startle at this sound, Laž’ar actually backing up so much he can hide behind Retnüir.

Khanuk laughs at him. “Are you a cat?”

“I’m not.” Laž’ar’s voice quivers slightly.

“We can leave, if you’re afraid,” Retnüir consoles him.

Laž’ar peeks up at the other teen’s face and sees a slightly tense expression. He holds the folding fan so tight it lets out a small “crack”.

Well, then.

“Ret, you’re so mean. I’m, I’m not scared! Are you s-s-scared, Ret?”

Retnüir’s hand tightens around his fan. “I’m not. Let’s get this stupid thing over with.”

***

A loud crash wakes him up, and Çetžak sits up in his bed with a start.

With silent steps, he leaves his bedroom and walks to a window that oversees the front yard. There seems to be some people outside the property. Well, it doesn’t concern him. They can’t get inside, anyway.

Awake now, Çetžak moves over to the study to continue a game of chess against himself. He thinks of his next move for a little while.

He picks up a piece.

Knock, knock.

He startles at the sound, and drops the piece.

Branches may occasionally knock and scrape on the windows, and this he’s so very used to. It lulls him to sleep and wakes him up later in a cycle as days pass. Weeks. Months. Years.

Knock, knock, knock!

But this is different. He hasn’t had many guests lately, and he also doesn’t invite anyone, but he wouldn’t mistake this sound.

When he reaches the window, he can see the gate to the property is open. Not all that much, but enough for him to see it with the dim light of the outside.

How did that happen?

The paved path up to the building had been slightly disturbed.

There are some muffled voices, but, as the visitors are standing under the eaves below, he can’t see them. It may be difficult to see them even if there had been nothing to shield them, because this far in, the light is nothing to speak of.

A gust of wind covers up the tracks, making it seem like no one passed through, while the hinges of the door downstairs whine while the door itself creaks.

He turns away from the window and the desolate garden outside. He listens to hesitant footsteps echo while he walks to the balcony on the second floor, studying the curious outsiders below.

#i was supposed to publish this earlier but didn't and now I have a Tumblr so... #annyinacastle #blood of destinies rewritten fic #chapter 1 of 7 #modern au #kind of horror i guess? #ghost story?

[zisgarbage]

I would like to share a fun too many spirits like anecdote today. To preface this, I don’t think ghosts are real, and if they are they don’t have enough power to really change the way I see things.

My great grandmother died when I was about 6, and would still sleep in my parents bed cause I’m a little baby. I remember seeing her apparition stealing money out of my moms purse at the end of the bed and when I noticed her she stopped, slowly looked to me and made a “sshh” motion with her hand. The morning after, my mom said “I lost $10” and I told her “great grandma stole it” she laughed, blissfully unaware of how serious I was being. However, I also remember stealing money out of her purse myself cause I was a shitty little gremlin who apparently needed $10. Similar to conflicting eyewitness testimonies to a crime, I had two different memories with the same outcome. So either my great grandma is a sneaky thief and needed $10 to pass into the spirit realm, or it’s me who is the thief, and I imagined seeing a ghost to clear my conscience. Happy spooky month friends

#watcher #ghosts #ghost story? #too many spirits #ghost files babey #shaniac #children are fucked up guys #i should know I was one #spooky season

[nerdpoe]

Tim, 18 and bored out of his mind in his big CEO office, is interrupted by a scrawny teenager.

"Hey, I heard Wayne Enterprises gives out like, grants and stuff," the teen starts, clearly awkward and blushing green. "I need money to hire lawyers to put away my creepy GodFather for misuse of a mind-controlling Meta Ability and also stalking."

Tim shelves that.

Takes a look at the teen, probably Damian's age or thereabouts, that just floated through his wall of windows at over 30 stories.

White hair, floating, green eyes (lazarus green what the fuck), jumpsuit (he's never seen that logo and is already memorizing it), fidgeting.

Tim takes what the teen just said off the shelf.

"And your godfather is...?"

"Can't say without giving away who I am."

"Okay. How is he 'creepy'?"

"Keeps trying to brainwash me into being his son, or tries to clone me, keeps sending goons after me, keeps trying to win over my mom, won't stop cosplaying as dracula, and I don't really know off the top of my head. I made a list, but it's like...somewhere."

Tim took a deep breath.

Held it.

Let it go.

That reminded him way too much of Ra's.

Held out his black Amex.

"Go crazy."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #tim psuedo adopts danny #by way of throwing money at him #danny's using that card to buy gold bars #and pay ghost zone lawyers

[chloesimaginationthings]

Those were Vanessa's friends too in the FNAF movie

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #vanessa afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #fnaf missing children #fnaf mci #abby schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf fanart #OKAY time for your daily angst now #I can not stop thinking about Vanessa’s story in the fnaf movie #it was my take away that the ghost kids were actually Vanessa’s friends #and that’s why she cares sm for them #she builds forts and checks up on them etc #the ghost kids even tells Abby that Vanessa is nice and they like her #SO I think those were Vanessa’s friends #and in some way she’s happy Abby can talk to them #cause she doesn’t want them to be alone #Vanessa I’m so sorry this all happened to you 🩵

[doodledrawsthings]

got bugs on my brain recently

#hollow knight #hk gijinka #hk #mak's art #fan art #hk ghost #hk hornet #hk quirrel #hi sorry im still alive just busy and tired #i know quirrels outfit is folded wrong i had the canvas flipped while drawing and forgor to fix it #just pretend its symbolic for how his story plays out int the game or smth cries #I MEAN UH #DEFINITELY did that on purpose hahahahahahahahahahaha

[wombywoo]

more retirement doodles 💕

#call of duty #cod #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #my art #local gay couple shows up to neighborhood potluck with a case of stella and some of the most horrific war stories ever told over appetizers

[kenchann]

let them cook (bake)

#twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #mmarts #twst oc #twst yuu #twst grim #malleus draconia #AAAAAA THE STAFF AND GHOST ARE IN THE ANNI I CANT WAIT FOR THE GROOVY #also also the story is soo cuuute also fkin hilarious

[bluegiragi]

mutt. (small explanation under the cut)

early access + nsfw on patreon

so. a couple of lore things here.

Roba only took one of the blood vials before he went out to fight Price. But during Ghost's final interaction with Vernon, he smashes all of the remaining ones over the floor. When he finally killed Vernon, the impact of the blow splashed blood onto his hands, which he then used to a) slash Roba across the face and b) literally grab his tongue. So you can kind of assume that Roba's gotten a much much higher dose than he's supposed to safely take.

Also, his symptoms look pretty similar to the transformed state of Konig, no? Rabid, mindless, inability to talk, and most importantly, he's huge. I think my thought behind this is that the way the world used to be, monsters were way WAY larger than they are now. Roba was underselling it when he said that the vial "unlocks what is dormant" - probably a better description is that it strips away any hybrid's evolutionary 'safety cap' so to speak, in exchange for the original being's mind.

#i feel like this story has somehow expanded so far beyond what i thought it would be #but i kinda just??? kept??? going??? i hope this is all like understandable and stuff. #In any case there's a few more comics in this arc left (just to cover the recovery process and stuff for both Price and Ghost) #and then we’re going back to the present with Gaz and Johnny and the vaqueros!! #simon ghost riley #manuel roba #captain john price #monster 141 au #giragi art

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

#HALFWAY THROUGH??! #minifemslashfeb2024 #ace attorney #lanamia #lana skye #mia fey #rotating them in my head #what if ghost mia DIDN'T agree with lana #I should add that my original concept for this was #that ghost mia is just a projection and lana is just imagining her spite post-mortem #as one does when they are not in a good state of mind #but I also think if mia genuinely disapproved of her actions... that would be so interesting #either way I think it should haunt lana #I just think that would be interesting #like what if mia asked about it when she was alive and investigating corruption #and lana deliberately lied to her #those kinds of regrets... #I love ghost stories... #me wanting mia to actually haunt the narrative...

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

A Week (He Will Take You)

~

Danny moved to Gotham for school, while there he noticed that Gotham's ambient ecto was really murky for lack of a better word.

This didn't really affect him too much besides a mild headache every once in a while but that also just might be stress from all his school work so maybe not.

Anyway

This murky ecto seemed to effect the people who lived there or more importantly the ghosts,

They were visible to the human eye like most ghosts back in Amity but instead of looking very much like a ghost they still looked like humans if a bit off putting.

They all seemed to be continuing their normal lives as if still fully alive, with the people around them none the wiser.

Danny noticed this and began approaching them to figure out what was going on.

Apparently the murky ecto in the city had made it so that they were strong enough to still continue a somewhat normal life but not be able to cross over to the GZ.

In other words they were stuck in Gotham

Danny was the Ghost King so he could easily fix this problem, all he needed to do was give them a bit of pure ecto for around a week to fully stabilize them them then he would just open a portal into the GZ and they could cross over with all their things also transferring into the GZ for their new haunt.

Unfortunately this looked rather worrying to an outsider,

Imagine you're used to your neighbor being very outgoing so you and others see them a lot suddenly this man seems to appear in their life out of nowhere an at exactly one week, your neighbor and all their belongings in their home disappear no trace to be found.

You tell people and they begin saying the same story they knew someone and them a man with black hair and blue eyes appeared in their life, then they and all their things disappear in exactly one week.

Of course the police in Gotham do the bare minimum so they're no help.

But it starts to begin a trend, especially online.

"Oh careful or the blue eyed man will make you disappear in a week"

This of course after time catches the bats attention, Gordon had already given them all the information he had.

"Young adult early twenties, dark hair, blue eyes"

That was it.

The bats look into it and from their point of view Danny is a serial killer.

But they can't find the connection between all of his victims, they range from young children and the elderly from different backgrounds absolutely no connection,

Worrying enough he doesn't just make one person disappear he has taken entire families up to over a dozen, without anyone figuring out how he's doing it or why at all.

The disturbing thing also being that he seems to take everything in their home, leaving it like it has always been empty

Like no one had been living in it.

People have tried to take photos of Danny get some kind of evidence of his existence, but when they try to do it, it either comes out completely corrupted or their devise simply shuts down fully.

Danny of course has no clue what is happening he's just happy that he's able to help so many ghosts, and is trying not to fail his exams.

~

Danny leaving the house he just helped: "That went easier than I expected!"

Neighbor peeking from the window: "Shit it's that guy! "

~

Red Hood marching down into the cave: " The fucker took many from my territory without me even realizing it!"

~

Tim: "I'm pretty sure his kill count is nearing the hundreds and he just started like maybe 4 months ago, this is bad."

Barbara: " I think I got a theory, this matches up with the new school year beginning so maybe their not a Gotham native which narrows down my suspect list."

Bruce: "Hn."

Tim: "Yes thank you B for the insightful commentary"

~

Danny trying not to fall asleep while on his way to class: "Strange I keep seeing shadows following me, oh well must be the stress!"

Bats who are pretty sure Danny is the killer: "Has he done anything suspicious yet?"

~

Just an Idea

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #prompt fill #story prompt #prompts #writing prompt #dp #ghost #ghosts

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

YOU MATCH THE 141 ON TINDER 💓

Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

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I was only going to post these when I finished writing and everything but I'm just... SO FUCKING EXCITED 😭😭

spoiler: Johnny and Kyle are the ones managing Price's account (took covert pics of the captain) but they ask Ghost how to answer the questions and DMs in order to have "the right tone of voice" LMAO

I'll post the actual drabbles soon!!! 🙏

If you'd like to be tagged when this comes out, lmk! (via dm, question or even here) THE TAGLIST IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED, not accepting any more requests! (I'm sorry, there's just too many people on it)

[Read the FIC]

#ikea writes 💚 #it's a match! fic #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #text story #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

[castleofkitties]

Haunted (chapter 3)

Çetžak stares at the imp. “This is my home,” he eventually replies.

Çetžak watches the imp bump into the wall behind them. This startles them and they drop their illumination device. There’s a loud thud as the rectangularly shaped thing hits the floor. Its light dies.

The imp’s chest is heaving up and down in heavy breaths. They don’t pick up the device, but cling to the wall as if it would keep them afloat.

He had hoped speaking up would put them more at ease. Yet he gave them a worse scare instead.

He doesn’t like the other two but this imp… He’s curious.

“I did not mean to scare you.”

The imp forces a laugh. “I’m, I’m not scared. A little surprised. Yeah. Surprised. Just a little, though.”

Çetžak bends down and picks up the illumination device. He holds it out to the imp.

“You have my sincerest apologies for startling you.”

The imp gives the device a sceptic look, then takes it from him. They look at it and frown.

“Is something the matter?”

“No, nothing.” The imp holds up the device for Çetžak to look at. There was a visible crack down the thing. “The screen broke is all.”

“It is my fault.”

The imp chuckles. “I dropped it. I’m clumsy sometimes. Anyway,” the imp puts the illumination device away, “why are you here?”

Çetžak stares at the imp.

“This is my home,” he eventually replies.

“Your… You live here? Fuck. We didn’t know anyone actually lived here.”

“I seldom have guests over. Perhaps that is why people believe the mansion to be haunted.”

“Ah, yeah, maybe? But what about all the covered furniture?”

“I do not use them,” Çetžak explained, then motioned slightly. “I only need very few rooms, as I live here by myself.”

“By… yourself? Damn, that’s gotta be lonely.”

Çetžak pauses to think. Was it lonely? He hadn’t thought about it for a long while.

“I have become used to it.” He turned to look at a painting on the wall. “Once one spends enough time by oneself, one forgets about others.”

“That’s just tragic.”

Çetžak looked back at this imp. “Then… would you mind keeping me some company?”

***

Laž’ar follows the ‘ghost’ of the mansion. Now that he’s not scared — No, not scared. Surprised. — he’s able to take in the appearance of him. His black hair falls in waves halfway down his back and the white loose shirt and dark trousers he wears look more expensive than Laž’ar’s jeans and oversized hoodie.

And he doesn’t look remotely like a ghost.

Besides, he had picked up Laž’ar’s phone, so — although the candle he holds casts some odd shadows sometimes that makes it look like Laž’ar vaguely can see through him — he’s clearly solid.

Even if ghosts did exist, when had he ever heard of a ghost with a physical body?

Exactly never.

The ghost opens a door for Laž’ar.

“This is my study. You will have to excuse the mess. I did not expect visitors.”

“Oh, don’t mind it.”

Laž’ar steps into the study.

It has a large collection of books that all look ancient with brown spines. There’s a heavy wooden desk facing away from the view of the garden. Laž’ar can see the centre of the city not that far away, its apartment complexes reaching toward the sky in the last rays of the setting sun.

A chess game in progress is on a small table, but no chairs to sit down on. On the wall above it hangs a small selection of sabres and daggers, many of them of gorgeous designs. He can’t believe they had ever been meant to be used to cut anything.

When he turns to speak to the ghost, he sees a large portrait. It looks straight ahead, above him, into the distant city beyond the hedge.

“Wooooow!” Laž’ar looks between the ghost at the entrance of the study and the portrait next to the oak door. “How much did you spend on this? Is it painted? Did they use paints to make it look old or do you have some ancestor who looks this much alike you?”

“It is indeed me,” the ghost responds. “I did not order it, though, and do not know the specifics. It was my father’s request when I was fifteen, I believe.”

Laž’ar studies the portrait with great interest. “And how old are you now?”

The ghost’s silent for a moment.

“My last birthday was my seventeenth.”

“Oh! We’re really close in age!” Laž’ar grins. “My sixteenth birthday’s right around the corner. Right after Halloween, really.”

“I was born in summer, apparently.”

Laž’ar frowns momentarily, but doesn’t ask.

“If you have nothing going on in a few days, you can come over when I celebrate my birthday. I don’t mind. Me and some friends will just hang out, so I don’t think they’d mind. Oh…” Laž’ar smiles sheepishly, “…but perhaps you don’t want to spend time with any of us intruders?”

“You seem like pleasant company. However, I would only be available in the evening.”

“No problem! We got school too, so we can’t do anything during the day, anyway.”

The ghost nods.

“It may be somewhat belated now, but my name is Çetžak, if you do not mind me telling you. May I know yours?”

“Laž’ar. You know ‘elegance’ or ‘elegant’ or something in that ancient language. Ret — the scaredy-cat downstairs — always makes fun of me for not being elegant enough for my name.”

“I am inclined to disagree. I think you have innate charms and elegance, Laž’ar.”

Laž’ar chuckles. “Now you’re just flattering me!”

“Laž’ar.”

“Yeah?”

“I simply felt like saying it. It is quite a nice name. I hope you do not mind.”

Laž’ar huffs a laugh. “Go on, say it again.”

“Laž’ar.”

It sounded like Çetžak tasted the name. As if he tried it out, both familiar and unfamiliar with it.

What an odd guy.

***

Çetžak watches as Laž’ar looks further around the study.  They are very curious, and once they took out their device, but put it back into their bag with a frown almost right away. They touch nothing without explicitly asking for permission. He appreciates the consideration because most things in his study are indeed very old. Not everything is.

Laž’ar, for instance, isn’t old, although they’re not a thing either.

The two of them pass time like this until they hear a grandfather clock in the mansion go off, the nine chimes indicating it’s already getting late.

“Oh…”

Laž’ar looks a little disappointed.

Çetžak’s amused by how frightened they had been before, but how none of that remains now.

“Your friends surely wonder where you went.”

Laž’ar hums in agreement.

“I do not mind if you come by another day. I am always available in the evenings.”

“I suppose I can come by tomorrow then? You shouldn’t be lonely all the time.”

Çetžak smiles. “I will not be able to be lonely if you offer your company. I would not mind if the only one I meet is you for the rest of eternity.”

Laž’ar huffs in playful anger. “You shouldn’t say things like that! It would be boring if you met no one else.”

Çetžak turns to the door without responding. After opening it for Laž’ar to leave, he only says: “Take the light with you. I have more candles I can light if the need arises.”

***

“Laž’ar!”

Khanuk’s shout echoes through the mansion. Retnüir’s something between furious and frightened, not daring to leave Khanuk’s side, but also unwilling to stay near him.

“Laž—”

“So loud.”

Startled, the two of them look up. They hadn’t seen there’s a balcony shrouded in deep shadows right above the hall where they entered from.

A figure stands there now, looking down at them. Khanuk almost jumps when Retnüir grabs onto him in fright.

The figure walks closer to the railing, their features becoming clearer.

It’s only when the figure’s almost next to it, Khanuk sees it’s none other than their missing Laž’ar. 

“What are you doing there?! Come down now! What are you running off on your own for?”

Retnüir’s voice is a little shaky, but it’s impossible to say if it’s fear or anger. It doesn’t matter. Laž’ar turns to walk down the stairs.

“You’re so noisy. You disturb people shouting this way.”

A candle lights up his way, and he’s holding his phone in his other hand.

The phone that wasn’t supposed to work, suddenly lights up, and Khanuk sees a crack that goes nearly straight down the middle. When it vibrates, Laž’ar looks down at his hand and a soft “huh” leaves him.

For some reason this scares Khanuk more than anything else.

“Where… where did you get the candle from?”

“Upstairs. It’s cleaner there. The furniture isn’t covered either.”

Khanuk feels Retnüir tensing up. “Aren’t we trespassing?”

“Really, Retty? Obviously. Let’s just go home.”

“It’s fine,” Laž’ar says and blows out the candle. He lifts the cover off of a side table and places the holder down. “The owners aren’t home, anyway. I don’t think they’ll find out.”

Something sounds very off with this, but Khanuk doesn’t dwell on it. He grabs Laž’ar by the wrist and pulls him along, leaving with long strides.

#chapter 3 of 7 #blood of destinies rewritten fic #annyinacastle #modern au #kind of horror maybe? #ghost story?

[loveinstreams]

like don’t you get it? by hunting ghosts you become a part of them. a presence that lingers. the memories you are making here right now is also what will survive of this place. it’s also what will haunt it.

#‘’it’s my bridge now. they will put my name in graffiti. children will come and tell tales of me’’ #<- rewrote the story. #ghost files #bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #watcher #don’t listen to me I’m insane

[nerdpoe]

Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents. Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.

It works!

He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.

But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.

He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.

Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.

They call the one foster parent they know who does.

Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.

On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.

Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.

Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.

Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.

Danny though. Danny's in trouble.

The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.

He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.

But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!

But he can't!

If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!

The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!

And now there's even more people coming over!

There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!

He wants to do all these cool things with them!

But he fucking can't!

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #danny vibes with dick the most #not that anyone knows that #breaks his little ghost heart that he can't have that pun competition #meanwhile bruce absolutely is running facial recognition #and hitting government firewalls and keeps having to shake off digital tracers #trying to find out who wanted that information #he smells a mystery #and he wants those answer #if cannot get them from their resident Doe #then he'll get it from whoever tortured the boy into silence #sidenote Damian just called Danny Doe instead of John #and danny responded to it quicker because it started with a “D” #that was noticed #now everyone just calls him Doe until his name is found

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #Danny and Jason are half brothers #Fright Knight #Clockwork mention #Jason saved baby Danny when Willis came home drunk one night and their mom was out of her mind at the moment #Danny had been crying for food and Willis was getting annoyed #Jason managed to run off with baby Danny to a few towns over and put him in a baby box before getting caught a few other towns over by cops #and was shipped back to Gotham #kept his mouth shut about where he put his brother and took any punishment that came afterwords #It set up the timeline where Danny is going to become the Infinite Realms new King #Hence why the kinda sentient Realms 'rewarded' Jason later on when he died aka bringing him back to life #I love the idea of a kinda sentient Realms tbh #it loves Danny because he's been helping rebuild and mend the Realms #Danny is its fav King thus favors those related to him #well everyone but Willis #he's in Walkers prison btw #I want Jason to go tbh and see how every ghost is getting everything ready for the coronation #its chaotic yet organized somehow #I want more Danny's coronation stories #Like I love already King or just finding out Prince Danny but we need more coronation ones tbh

[myfakeplasticlove13]

You know I didn’t want to, have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene

#words #poetry compilation #quotes #web weaving #on love #poetry #webweaving #on devotion #poem #web weave #on lovers #on longing #on grief #on loss #on ghosts #on haunting #on hauntology #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #a ghost story #taylor swift #wuthering heights #emily bronte #cigarettes after sex #on missing someone #i miss you #so much