#hope yall like ghosty stuff

[zensations35]

Petrichor Memory (Beckett)

Finally FINALLY more Beckett. And, after Annis demanded to be a main character, I spent some time developing her and woooof I sure love her so much. So, here's a drabble where she drags Beckett on a ghost banishing quest. Yes, these stories are getting plotty. I can't help myself. Enjoy!

Beckett's voice cracks as he calls ahead to the figure bobbing and weaving, as if dancing at a ball rather than picking her way down the bleak edge of a less savory village.

“Ms. Doughtry…”

“Annis.” She calls back, her voice light but assertive. “You shall call me Annis.”

“Beckett flushes, and picks up speed to match her stride.

She wears a lace bowknot bonnet that matches her dark bodice, embroidered to look like spiderwebs silked across her chest, spilling to her waist and fanning down to crown her thighs in a parasol of inked webs. 

Her dark eyebrow quirks with amusement when she sees him staring. “What compels you to call me Ms. Doughtry? Social status?” She taps a thin, manicured nail to her heart shaped chin. “Hm. Then as social status dictates, you must adhere to my wishes. And my wish is for you to call me Annis. Now that that is settled, let us move on to matters of importance.”

She plucks her skirts so they don't trail the damp boards of the deck they've approached and leads Beckett further from shore.

He smells the tang of salt and silica. A fishing harbor. The boards groan with the weight of their new visitors and they pause halfway down. 

“Why are we here?” he tugs the collar of his sweaty blouse. “Miss Annis?”

Her rouged lips are so bright, even in such darkness. At the graves, her frown is pinched in mourning. Respectfully, as one should. But here, it is unleashed. She smiles when he says her first name and it makes his chest flutter. 

“What happened here?” he asks. 

She kneels, cautiously, sweeping her ivory fingers across the fractured wood. It strikes Beckett as quite strange she is not wearing gloves, as a woman of status. 

“Someone perished here.”

“You can sense them?”

She rises and looks at him. “Occasionally. But that's not how I know.”

He tilts his head.

“Your nose itches,” she explains.

“E-excuse me?” he sputters. “How would you…”

She lets out a tiny laugh, “Your brow creases. Right,” she presses two of her clean fingers to his temple, “here.”

The action felt more intimate than it should have and Beckett feels his face flush with all the heat in his body.

She spins about face, straightening with renewed sincerity. She seems so whimsical one moment, then demure in a flash. 

“One of the deceased here is possessing locals, using them to copulate.” She flutters her wrist. “Not that I blame her for desiring a body for carnal needs but if it is not consensual, it must be stopped.” She braids her fingers and looks at Beckett expectantly.

“And you want me to do…what?” he asks.

“Kf,” she covers a chuckle. “Beckett, you are the expert, not I.” She shoos him playfully toward the accumulating mist now frothing the docks. 

Beckett takes a few tenuous steps, boots heavy with unease.

The mist coalesces, thickening into a more defined but translucent form of a ghoulish woman. Her whiplike gown drags through the planks like chopped ribbons. Her glowing eyes find his and Beckett shudders throughout his body.

Annis rasps behind him but his ears are buzzing with the winds of undeath. 

“S-spirit,” he gulps dry air. “I would request that you please leave the people here in peace.”

The ghost glows at him as if he said nothing at all. Naught a shift in the wind indicates a change in her demeanor. 

Annis makes a noise of annoyance. It prickles Beckett. 

“Spirit--you must leave. Now.” He actually sounded forceful that time. Now, the ghost cocks her head to the side, hair spilling like a silver waterfall. 

“Why,” she surges forward, making Beckett stumble back, “would I do that?”

Beckett’s throat rumbles with a cough, his face buzzing with pent up energy. “I.. I - hih! Nnn…” 

“Beckett…” Annis whispers, closer now.

“I n-need you-heh… t-to go hng! Ekg-CzGH!” He catches a stifle in the collar of his shirt and snuffles. “Leave! Right n-now!” 

A silver lip protrudes from her ghostly face. “You won’t grant my last request?”

Beckett pauses his nose scrubbing and hesitates. “What…do you want?”

Her voice lilts, “What do I want?”

She flows toward him like ribbons dancing in a breeze. Her voice timbres and melts into a buttery whisper. “A kiss…” the sound edges until her lips end up icing the lobe of his ear. 

Beckett nearly throws himself backward. His ankle strikes and upturns a box, spilling its contents of fishing nets, warped metals, and other items.

“I--uh--I--”

She stalks his steps as he backpedals.

“Hng--I…” she must know he can’t. All the other ghosts do. They can sense it. They can feel the pull of their spirits. How their mist clings to his insides, buzzes within him. Aggravates and irritates.

Until…

“I c-c-cahh…”

Beckett’s body bumps against something warm. Annis’s fingers wrap around his biceps and she tethers him.

“Oh Beckett! Can’t you?” the teasing lilt in her voice surprises Beckett.

He spins on her and his mouth guppies, “You-you wish me to--?” 

Annis’s throat bubbles with a subtle giggle. “A kiss with a ghost,” her lips press together. “Rather  amusing, no?” She squeezes his arms, almost comforting, but there’s a glint beneath her oiled lashes. “It is not as if you haven’t done this before, dear Beckett.”

His bones turn to stone. “W-what?”

Did she just imply--

“Kiss me!!!” The spirit moans, flowing toward him. Beckett’s heart speeds and he braces as the spirit’s cold translucent hands cup his cheeks. 

Her lipless mouth meets his and…

He feels nothing but cold air. Well, that and…”Ihh…” he tries to hold firm. Truly, he does. But her spirit sways in and out of his and each time it does, “hih-ih-hieh!” 

Annis’s breaths begin to quicken as well, likely from anxiety. Her fingers drum against her lips and cheek, her face flushing a rosy pink. 

“Oh dear…”

Beckett’s nostrils open wider and with each scoop of air, more of the spirit gets sucked in.

“Hhh-p-plee-hieh!” 

Beckett moans the final hitch. He can’t take it any more. His jaw has lowered, his lungs are full, his back is arched. His body is ready and it’s done listening to his pleas. 

“HP’sHw!” Even his attempt to keep it contained still sends him bending fully forward, spritzing the deck with droplets and silvery wisps of ghost flesh. 

“HF’SHH-IEEhh!” he’s not quite “IYssshHH!!”  done. “Hhhyyy’IEE’SHHH-IEUuuu!” 

That one sent him into a stumble. 

Annis instinctively places a hand on his back, one arm wrapping around his waist to prevent him from tumbling over completely. Her hold on him is firmer than he would have expected from her. 

Gasping, Beckett rights himself, and he feels the brush of Annis’ chest against his back. 

She clears her throat and steps back once he’s secure. “Are you well, Beckett?” Her voice is slightly cracked, different from her usual confident tone. 

Beckett scrubs the remaining itch from his nose and sniffles, “Yes, I believe so.”

“Good.” 

Annis smooths wrinkles from her bonnet, not meeting his eyes. “Well, that was one way to do it.”

“Do what?”

She finally looks at him, “Banish…the ghost?” she frowns.

He mirrors her confused expression.

“You don't remember that either?” she asks.

“What do you mean either?”

Annis leans back, her spine arched, and folds her knuckle under her chin in a miniscule pout. 

Beckett finally feels more than a twinge of frustration at her. “Apologies ma'am but I really must know what in hells you are--”

“If I may?” She reaches her hand out for him, fingers barely grazing his coarse curls. He jerks back at first but her hesitation as she waits for permission to advance calms him.

He swallows, throat bobbing. “What…are your intentions with me?” he asks pointedly.

She titters a laugh. “Nothing unsavory!” Her eyebrow lifts coyly and he thinks he hears her mumble, “unless you wish for it to be…”

He nods and allows her to carry on. He feels her warm fingers on his neck--such a stark contrast to the ghost’s touch that he leans into it. He imagines he hears a doting murmur from Annis as she parts his locks in search of…something. 

In seconds, she pauses, observing. Then, with a conclusive hum, she moves away, face an analytical mask. 

“What is it?” Beckett asks.

Annis tugs the brim of her bonnet over her brow and plucks her skirt off the squalid deck. “Nothing unexpected. Come now.” She begins to sway back up toward the street. “I must attend to other things.”

Beckett frowns after her. 

What the hells was that about?

#am i planning to make Annis fet? #that will surprise no one tbh #i have zero self control #more to come #i have like 3 beckett fics currently half written #they just need the good ol polish #hope yall like ghosty stuff #rrreeeee #snz #snz fic #paranormal snz #allergies #oc beckett #oc annis #snzfic #zenoc #zenfic #snz kink

[little-owly]

a lil update

hi all, owly/ghostie/whatever yall know me as here

i just wanted to give a little update about everything going on in my life and posting stuff, i.e. why i havent been making content like i use to, and why it’ll be wonky from now on

i havent been on much due to job searching. i’ve been trying since december to look for a steady job to hopefully raise funds to move out of my abusive home or go back to college. it’s been a goal for a long while, and something i’ve needed to do for even longer while.

i was in a dark place after 8 rejections. theres only so many times you can read “we decided on another candidate” or “we appreciate your time and effort, but...” before you start to doubt everything you do. this moved onto my art and writing, to the point i could only get one sketch or page out before ripping or deleting it in fear of it never being good enough.

this lead to the very very bare postings all along my blogs -- and for that, i want to say im sorry. im sorry i didnt stand up and be honest to you all, and for lying over weeks of “its coming!” or “working on it tonight!”. i truly am sorry, and can only hope you can find it in you to forgive me and my lying.

but, this week i finally got a job and start tomorrow. ive been trying to prepare and havent had much of a queue to leave you all with. my art and writing is still...just sub par to me. i still find doubt inside myself to bring myself to the standard i had before december, i just cant get those gears in my brain to work and produce stuff for you all.

im not saying this is the end -- i just want to let you all know its going to take a long while for me to get back to those producing-art-and-fics-every-other-day. and i’d appreciate it if you all beared with me through this. im really sorry again, and sorry im taking this so seriously, haha. you all mean a lot to me, even if im just making stuff to get you off :P

TL;DR -- got rejected for jobs to try and help me leave my abusers for 6 months, self doubt bubbled up in me that lead to the greatest creative burnout i’ve ever had, finally got a job this month, need time to get back to a happier state of mind and say im sorry for lying that i’ll draw and write when i just couldnt push myself to, please stick around and i’ll try my hardest to make content for you all again

also sorry if youre seeing this 3 or 4 times on your dash, im too lazy to copy and paste this to all my art blogs so yall are just getting reblogs

#i am: a let down

[twistedstarlitspirits]

ooc

the following is a theoretical rant about digimon specifically about a common concept that i have issues believing is viable

this may be an unpopular opinion, but i really don’t like when someone gives a Dark Spore/Seed to someone other than Ken (especially IN ADDITION to Ken) pre-Oikawa Kidnaps a Bunch of Kids and GIves Them One

like I get, its a neat little thing to give a character but also, like

a LOT of the story would change just by doing that one little thing

the Spore is literally a piece of a dying digimon embedded in Ken’s neck/spine

i know it’s never really expanded on in the english dub or basically any other dub that’s not Japanese, because every other language does NOT have the supplementals for 02 in an easy to access format, but it is 2019, you can find the supplementals translated pretty easily

here let me just... tell yall what happened when ken got the spore and maybe you’ll see why it bugs me when people give them out all willy nilly

when Ken was more baby than he was in 02, aka like 2 years before that season started, i’m pretty sure it was year 2000 in march actually, our cute innocent ken-chan was dragged by accident into the digital world because he happened to be hanging out with Ryou Akiyama when the digital world decided to drag that boy back in to fight

he spent an unknown amount of time (just assume however long it took you to beat the video game + remove fast travel time) in the digital world making an army alongside his friend to fight the Big Bad in an eventual epic clash of titans

the Big Bad was deafeated, his name was Milleniummon, and when that great big evil digigod of time and space died, he decided to make a last ditch effort to bring Ryou to his side and his physical body basically dissolved, and became so many tiny spiky balls of pain, aka, the Spore, which then shot towards Ryou at high speed

Ryou who was tired af and didn’t notice, but tiny Ken noticed and he...like Osamu just a month or three before (because he died before his birthday, and definitely within a month or 3 of october 1999), shoved his brother figure out of the way of uncertain but possibly death and took the brunt of the attack himself

ken survived, in a coma in the digiworld for a long while before eventually being returned to the human world, but now he literally had a piece of a digimon in him

oh and the time dilation between worlds wasn’t equal at this time but that’s probably obvious from how i said things

and its not confirmed, i’ll give you that, but its easy to make assumptions on what the spore was supposed to do, because of who it is, and what his goals had been. milleniummon had wanted to be equals with ryou, who was his partner, but that’s hard to do when you’re on opposite sides. so the spore was literally just to make ryou less likely to obey gennai  and more likely to NOT kill milleniummon

of course, Mille’s plan failed, and he became a ghosty kind of digimon that could possess people and digis and stuff

whether you believe mille could control whoever had the spore or just had to hope enough of his thoughts before the spore injected itself into a person would be enough to bring the victim to mille’s side, that’s all up to you, how much of mille’s brain is in the spore

that still doesn’t change the fact that for anyone else to get the spore in addition to ken, they would have needed to be at that battle, a battle that ken was only accidentally at because they never intended to bring ken to the world in the first place

anyone that would also get the spore would need to be at the ichijoujis apartment, crowded around a computer like nerds when suddenly the computer pulls you in

despite all that, i’m not saying don’t do the thing, i’m saying, do the thing, but be fully aware that there are many variables you’ll need to consider if you want it to make sense in the canon

#long post #[[ ooc ]] out of smiles #i have many thoughts about many things but mostly about ken ryou and osamu #this is literally just all canon lore

[cherryphobe]

I don’t really feel like I should have to post about this but like, idk!

I’m not at all emotionally messed up about this break up. I’m relieved if anything. One of my biggest issues with relationships is when I’ve been friends with someone for a very Very long time, & things that have always been okay suddenly change. Tori’s been someone who’s understood me, my headspace, my boundaries, better than most other people I know. Yet once we were dating, alot of those mutual understandings became less & less respected. Sometimes? I get quiet, I get ghosty, I won’t always respond to messages, I don’t always want to hang out. & there are maybe 4 people in my whole ass life that fully realize & understand & respect that sometimes I just Need some space. Tori is/was one of those people. I say is/was because before we were dating, it was mutually understood that my lack of responses didn’t mean I was upset with them, or avoiding them, they’d still message me here & there just to be like ‘reminder! I love you & I hope you’re doing okay!’ & that was appreciated & when I was eventually feeling better, I’d be engaging. That’s how I function. & when we started dating, it gradually became a problem if I wasn’t always engaging. Specifically this past December. I made it very known & clear, that’s a rough time of year for me. That I’m gonna need alot of space. I’m gonna need my boundaries to be respected. I’m not always gonna be up for doing stuff. & they were like yes! ok! got it! understood! & then almost immediately disrespected those boundaries. They came over my house unannounced to check up on me after me not speaking for a week. some of yall are gonna read that & be like ‘well they were worried about you! why is that a problem? you should be more appreciative, that was an incredibly sweet gesture & you’re being awful’. the thing is though? that, re: before dating, we would go Months without speaking, & they respected that. Before this happened, I made it Explicitly Clear that I needed more space & boundaries that time of year, & they very quickly disrespected that. To me, that was pretty much the beginning of the end. They continued to be more pushy & more clingy as time progressed, & its difficult for me to handle that, given our friendship dynamic (of over 5 years!) suddenly changing over the course of just a few months.& the only reason I didn’t approach the situation sooner is because their dad is really emotionally abusive & manipulative & he’s only been getting worse, & I wanted to be supportive as best as I could, & I thought that suddenly breaking up with them (while also trying to maintain our friendship) would probably rock their world even worse. They relapsed with SH for the first time in Years, I didn’t want to drive them to anything more severe by breaking up with them. But I was also dealing with alot of my own shit, at home & in my head (January was specifically rough with my cat passing away, my meds not getting refilled, & losing one of my jobs). You can absolutely tell me I was being selfish, but I also? don’t see anything wrong with being selfish. I care about Tori with all my fucking heart, but I can’t take care of others while taking care of myself to the best of my ability, especially if my ability to care is so directly affected like it has been.

We broke up, on the terms of how the relationship was negatively impacting our friendship. I want to keep Tori’s friendship, because I love them. I don’t want to strain that friendship for the sake of a failing relationship.

#long post #like this if u read it please?