#tgs ghost au

[tomwambsgans]

poltergeist (2015) nicholas braun + enfield haunting mattmac.... imagine

#just throwing the idea out there for halloween #honestly tg as a pair of like phony ghost hunters who are fully in it for the money but then wind up in a legit haunting #is kinda perfect #and the 2015 poltergeist is HORRIBLE but it made me think of cameraman au greg and honestly it's perfect #greg the watcher... wanting a career of just standing there and holding a camera and waiting for something to happen in front of it... #and for that thing to make him famous #like it's one of the few alternate careers for him that really makes sense as anything but a short side gig #as for tom i'll admit paranormal author is a reach #but i'd find a way to make it work #tomgreg #au #mine

[rivalcobalt]

I love dipping my toes back into DP and finding new ways the phandom has been unintentionally recreating Kaneki Ken

#this is about ghost hunger au specifically #also to be clear this is not a criticism #danny phantom #dp #tg #oshiete oshiete yo #this is also about no one knows au and ghost king au but i knew about those before #especially seeing like... black sclera green iris ghost eyes... and ghost king danny designs with one eye... hi #danny + akira expy compilation

[quimble]

Lockwood/Ghosts AU

When Henry gets into London, his first job is to actually find the agency. No one's been sent down to come find him, so he has to go and fine them himself. The only problem is that he has no idea where they might be.

So he wanders around, trying to find a safe place to sleep. He needs at least a roof and four walls. He can't stay out on the streets all night, the ghosts and spirits will get him.

But no one wants to take him in. His best bet might just be to camp out and create a salt circle around himself, try to stay safe.

So that's his plan. He camps out in the middle of an alleyway and surrounds himself in a salt circle, shaking in his jacket from the cold.

He's safe for perhaps an hour before the wind picks up. His eyes widen as he realises he's in trouble. The wind starts to pick up and then the salt blows away.

Henry barely has time to grab his rapier before he's getting up and starting to run. There are things chasing him and he can hear them and oh god he's going to die- he's going to die-

Then there's a shout and something being thrown past him. Some of it gets in his eyes and it burns and stings. Someone's grabbing his hand and their hand feels cold and solid, not like a hand at all.

There's another shout, the same voice and he's being dragged away, someone presses him into a corner and tears well up in his eyes, both from the fear and the burning feeling in his eyes. It starts to help him see again though and through his blurred vision he can see a young blonde boy, fighting back against spirits with his fists.

One by one, touching the boy's fists, the ghosts light up with screams and disappear. Eventually, there's none left and the boy is breathing heavily, shaking his hands. He looks back round and green eyes connect with his red ones.

Shakily, Henry puts up his rapier, ready to defend himself.

The boy raises a brow. "Seriously? I just saved your ass and you're going to try and stab me?"

"Maybe! I don't know who you are!"

The boy chuckles, "You can call me Spirit. Now, come on, out here's not safe."

#ghost au #tgs henry jekyll #tgs #tgs edward hyde #lockwood au

[actiaslunaris]

all my synapses fire wrongly now; good // original

#a softer world remix #a softer galileo #yukaoru #character death cw #asw 116 #tantei galileo #kindan no majutsu #s03e00 #moteasobu #s02e00 #tg: mine: edit #that au where she didn't survive that case #it's up to you whether this text indicates a real world cause or if it's supernatural; maybe it's her ghost #maybe he's dying #i showed this one to eldest; it got an 'oof' from her

[dasavvyexpert]

Meet Hex, a new villain character I came up with for my TG&MM sequel/AU fanfic series, “THE GHOST & MOLLY MCGEE: HIGH SCHOOL”. He is a green-colored ghost with a bushy mustache who is next in line to become the Chairman of the Ghost Council and proves his worth by killing Jinx. He will just make his existence clear to Scratch & Molly after Todd’s untimely death.

#the ghost and molly mcgee au #the ghost and molly mcgee high school #the ghost and molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #molly mcgee #oc #villain #chairman #ghost council

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Prologue)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

It’s been quite some time since you last laid eyes on the Winchesters. So naturally they just so happen to stumble into your bar looking for some help on a case. Dean notices that as much as some things have stayed the same regarding you, others have certainly changed. Like your relationship status with not one but three men.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Additional Tags to Be Added

Divider @firefly-graphics Banner @cafekitsune Happy Reading!

Life on the road as a female hunter can be fun. Filled with nights of passion between two or more people just trying to escape their lives for just a little while; but it is also extremely lonely. And for a soul like yours, loneliness, though necessary with the life you’ve led, is painful. Being with someone, even for a couple hours, connecting on some level, be it physical, emotional or both, just making them feel great, is what keeps you grounded and sane. Balanced for just a little while. Short lived but always worth it. Well that was until you met the Winchesters.

You had been working a simple salt and burn in a tiny little town in the middle of Tennessee. A ghost seemed to be causing trouble at the last standing bar in town. Killing the owner and a waitress just two days prior to your arrival. You had already done the whole Fed thing earlier in the day, getting the case breakdown from the local PD and checking out the bodies in the morgue. You needed to talk to the locals and find out a bit of information before really diving deep into research. You decided to forgo the FBI attire and go in something a little more comfortable, that’ll get the locals talking. 

You rifled through your duffle bag and found your favorite pair of jeans. They’re dark gray, high waisted, with a torn left knee from getting caught on a low hanging branch while running through the woods on a Werewolf case a while back, and they hug your curves perfectly. Grabbing a simple white crop top that displays just the right amount of your assets, you complete the look with your favorite red and black flannel and dirty old brown combat boots. Taking a look in the bathroom mirror you decide to throw on a touch of mascara and a burgundy tinted lip balm for a pop of color. “Spectacles, knife, wallet and keys.” You repeat your mental checklist before you leave anywhere. “I think I’m good to go work my charm and maybe bring back someone to play with too.” You laugh at yourself for the overt cheesiness. 

It was while you were prying info out of the sexy little bartender Zoe that John Winchester happened upon you. He let you finish your questioning and then persuaded you over to his table where his two boys sat. A gangly teenager and a cocky pretty boy were there in wait. “These are my boys. Sam and Dean. It seems we’re hunting the same thing. Mind if we join up? A young lady such as yourself shouldn't be hunting alone.”

“It’ll certainly help if I don't have to dig up bones all by myself. Just don't slow me down.” You slyly agree.

That first meeting was a year before Sammy left for Stanford and you never went back to hunting alone. In fact, you became Dean’s outlet for the emotional turmoil brought on by trying to keep the peace within his family. 

You were his bright spot for a long time. Even through John's sacrificial death and his own trip through hell. But when Sammy got locked in the cage, well the Dean you knew and loved disappeared into himself. Determined to keep his promise to Sam, he went off to have an apple pie life with Lisa. Leaving you to lick your wounds and forge a new path for yourself, once again alone. It’s not like you were ever official or anything. You both had flings in different towns with different people. Slept with a woman or two together even. So really you couldn't blame him for how he was handling his grief.

That’s when you decided it was time to go home, heart wounded, but ready to be healed. Your father runs and owns a hunter bar called Total Party Kill, TPK for short. He decided to open it when you left at 18 to spread your wings and hunt on her own. He may be retired from the active part of the hunter's life but he still looks out for everyone and helps where he is needed. 

Who would have thought that while mending your broken heart and slinging beer to rowdy Hunters would be when you met Sy, Walter and Curtis. Three rough around the edges (total softies when it comes to you) men that you get to call your own. Over the years they have more than proved themselves to you, earning your love and devotion. Something about the four of you together just works. If you aren't hunting as a group, you go in pairs, minimum. They can’t stand to leave you alone. There is always someone with you. TPK is your home base and no matter how far you go, you always come back home. You choose hunts as a group and are always willing to help out a hunter in need.  

You share the duties around the bar that your dad has a hard time doing when you’re home. There are no favorites other than you being all of theirs. You’re a fully functioning Quad and at this point in your life you wouldn't have it any other way.

It seems as though Chuck has some plans for his favorite punching bag of a Winchester and they just so happen to involve you. What’s life without a little drama right?

#poc reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #captain sy x reader #captain syverson smut #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett smut

[gregoftom]

I really think we should be putting tg in more situations™

Undercover FBI agent Tom seeing the man who has been fucking up all his missions lately, CIA agent Greg, at Logan's birthday party and they just Spiderman pointing meme at each other?

Sees!ghosts Greg trying to help Tom, a non-believer who may have accidentally purchased a house infested with ghouls for his wife Shiv?

Actor! Greg (Marianne partied hard and ended up in Gore Vidals lap at one point, and was able to maintain some connections in the industry) and Tom is running the newest production he is in as the head of Waystar Studios

My brain is just melting thinking about them. I wanna observe them like mice (also anyone is free to write these LOL)

OHHHH MY GOD I LOVE ALL OF THESE SO MUCH GHHHHFFH. the second oneeee i fucking love so much. i might have to write that one if i’m not a dumb ass. lorraine!greg and ed!tom au…. like. different situation of course but hhhhhfhfhnn.

#tomgreg #ref #I WANNA WRITE THE SECOMD ONE…. MAYBE I WILL 👀

[feetoffire]

gay pilot movies, the rec list

in light of the recent posts about rec lists: Top Gun fics that live in my head rent free. also, this got really long - excessively so - so i split it into two parts. part two.

Ongoing - the fic is complete, but not all chapters are posted

WIP - fic isn’t finished

Incomplete - last-updated-more-than-a-year-ago WIPs

where i can, i’ve tagged the tumblr’s of the authors. recs under the cut; spoilers (of all types) abound

Gen

anything by PurpleArrowzandLeather

Milk by Anonymous. Technically a/b/o dynamics, but it’s kind of understated? Mav nurses baby!Bradley. Set during TG86, but the very end jumps forward some. Eventual Icemav. Contains possibly one of my favorite Icemav interactions in any fic ever. Sweet. 3k oneshot, T. Complete.

Mitchell Family Name series by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Jake is Charlie and Mav’s kid, but Mav only discovers this when Charlie contacts him because she decides to hand over full custody. Lots of domestic fluff and the ‘86 crew rallies around Mav. Absolutely adorable. 13k in four parts, G-T. WIP.

When You Wish Upon a Star by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Mav gets de-aged while Goose is away for the weekend, which prompts the ‘86 crew to adopt him pretty much immediately. Mentions of Maverick’s terrible childhood come up a lot. Ice in particular is very protective. 13k oneshot, T. Complete.

Emotional Support Aviator by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Ice needs a hug. Tiny!Mav. Spans from post-TG to post TG:M. I love this. 2.5k oneshot, T. Complete.

Weasel Your Way Out of It by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Mav can shift into a weasel. Hijinks and fluff and bonding ensue. It’s so damn cute. 3.9k oneshot, G. Complete.

Hop 31 Fallout

Beyond series by boasamishipper (@boasamishipper). Ghost!Goose needles Ice into keeping an eye on/taking care of Mav, with special guest Maverick’s-bad-coping-skills. Regards the MavCharlie relationship as at least a little toxic. Icemav, doubles as a get together fic. 45.6k in three parts, T-M. Complete.

Seeing a Trailer by daenabenjen42. Post TG86 with adrenaline crashes and PTSD for everybody! The ‘86 crew adopts Mav and takes care of each other. Also, people start wondering what, exactly, happened to Duke Mitchell. Has a companion piece for background drabbles. Fifteen chapters, 26.7k, G. WIP.

Sword and Shield Be Gone by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Some time after TG86, Mav gets jumped by sailors on leave. The ‘86 crew, who have adopted him, take exception to that. Also ft. survivor’s guilt, self-hatred, soft boys, and how viciously the grapevine can twist things. 2.9k oneshot, T. Complete.

To Be So Blind by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Ice and Slider decide that Mav needs someone to take care of him after Goose dies and you know what? They’re right and they should say it. (Mav, of course, disagrees, but they don’t listen to him). 3k oneshot, T. Complete.

Stood Alone, Standing Together by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Goose lives! But none of the medics see to Mav until Ice and Slider make them. Naturally, Ice, Slider, and Viper are Unhappy about this. 3.1k oneshot, T. Complete.

Watch His Six by Shearmouth.  Goose lives, but someone beats Mav within an inch of his life in the showers. Ft. Ice and Slider figuring out that Mav a) needs help and b) is, actually, a good person. Two chapters, 10k, T. Ongoing.

Haunted by the Ghost of You by TheRebelHunter. AU. What if both jets went down during Hop 31? The image of Mav holding the other three afloat is seared into my brain. Everyone lives tho! Even if the Navy as a whole hates Mav because of his last name. Hurt/comfort, with a delightful amount of angst. I’m ridiculously excited every time it updates. Fourteen chapters, 20.5k, E. WIP. Rating is likely for the subject matter rather than sex.

Peak Icemav

fire in the sky tonight by susiecarter. God I love this fic. It’s Perfect. They exchange dogtags!!!!! Mav is smol!!!!! Arranged marriage AU inspired by the Sacred Band of Thebes (it’s kind of a wedding night fic). 4.4k oneshot, E. Complete.

time to let go by AortaArgent (@aortaargent). Where do I start? The vibe of this one is *chef’s kiss*. Goodbye sex, i.e. set the night before the mission. Ice is alive, trans Mav, “feelings with smut”, old married couple. They just love each other so much okay. Mixed terms used for a trans man’s genitals. 8.6k oneshot, E. Complete.

Easier Done Than Said series by COMPACFLT (@compacflt). I adore this one. Full on adore it. That being said, it’s emotionally rough, i.e. men not talking about their feelings and also the period-typical internalized homophobia and sexism. Look, honestly they are such idiots and terrible to themselves and each other, but it's so grounded and realistic and good. Occasionally being irritated at their emotional stunted-ness aside, this is one of the best ‘Icemav through the years’ fics out there. Go read it. You won’t regret it. (The second work is somewhat less emotionally stunted.) 131k in two (multi-chaptered) parts, M. Ongoing.

No Less Than Two Miracles by thecarlysutra (@icemankazansky). “You are Iceman Kazansky. You have been dead for less than three days.” Ice has a hand in Mav and Bradley surviving. Second person POV. Icemav. Achingly sweet (and exasperated. you can’t have icemav without exasperation). Wingmen, and all the things that implies. I just. This one is wonderful. 891 words, oneshot, M. Complete.

Mav Whump

Wings Threaded by the Same Weave by WafflesRisa (@wafflesrisa). The wingfic. TG:M!Maverick and Rooster get yeeted back to 1986 (before hop 31), so much angst and drama/trauma, and grief, “tg:m!Mav is confusing and scary to the ‘86 people”. Three chapters, 23.2k, T. WIP

seventy minutes by AortaArgent (@aortaargent). Post TG:M. Mav is self-destructive and more than a little broken in every sense of the term; I think it’s fair to call him traumatized. His approach to sex is very transactional, which throws a wrench in the process of him and Rooster getting together. (they do get together tho.) Angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff at the end. I circle back to this one fairly regularly. Title from a Siken poem. Five chapters, 19.3k, E. Complete.

I’ve Got You, Brother by PurpleArrowzandLeather. Sickfic. Goose is spending the weekend with Carole and Bradley, so it falls to the ‘86 cohort to take care of a fevered and terrified Mav. (they adopt him literally overnight.) Ft. protective!Ice and musing on Mav’s circumstances during and prior to TG86. 12k oneshot, T. Complete. 

Sunshine in a Cup by mavericked (@beterparker). Post TG:M, focuses on how much two ejections in a month would suck, ft. chronic pain. Also, Mav kind of learns to get out of his own way. 8k oneshot, T. Complete. 

Sailor’s Delight by mavericked (@beterparker). Mav crashes his bike on the way to work and ends up with hyperthermia, among other injuries. Whumptober 2022 prompt. Two chapters, 6.3k, T. Complete.

Never Take a Spark by mavericked (@beterparker). Post TG:M, Rooster picks a fight about his papers and leaves in a huff, which throws Mav into a major panic attack. Angst, Ice grief, Mav needs a hug. 9k oneshot, T. Complete.

The Trouble of a Family Name by PurpleArrowzandLeather. OC!Admiral beats Mav half to death because he’s got a grudge against Duke Mitchell, cue panicking Goose and Ice + Slider to the rescue. ‘86 crew adopts Mav. Four chapters, 9.2k, M. Complete.

two thousand miles apart, you’re my home series by GraceEliz. Yes. just. yes. post movie, musing on fate and conversations, second work is a 5+1. 5.5k in two parts, T. WIP.

scared my love, you’ll go (just for tonight i’m wasted on you) by CaughtInATalespin. Dubcon warning. Mav is a wreck during and after Ice’s funeral, Rooster promises to get him home. Ft. major miscommunications and dubcon, Roosmav, poor Mav honestly. 7.9k oneshot, E. Complete.

#fic recs #rec list #gay pilot movies #icemav #roosmav #top gun #top gun maverick #pete 'maverick' mitchell #long post

[ghostsarecool-kinhelp]

Welcome to the GhostsAreCool kinhelp blog!!

Thia is actually a blog for kin, fictives and any other fictional characters from homestuck, vast error and any swap au of them!

This blog is run by 3 fictives in a system

More info under cut!

What we do:

Moodboards

Playlists

Icons

Art of you! (Give as much detail as possible please!!) CLOSED

Sprite edits/panel edits (again, detail is needed!)

Kinfessions

Canon calls/source calls (specify name, possible au, mems if you want and who your looking for!!)

Letters to someone from source

Name and pronoun ideas! (Give who you are, if you want masc, fem or neutral names/pronouns, and a general vibe!)

Fashion board

Dni

Nsfw, ageplay, antikin, endo systems, factkin, "maps"/p*dos, zoos, antifurries, anti neopronouns, anti xenogenders, and basically just every basic dni list!! Any hate/troll asks will be deleted, if the ask has a valid question/point we will address them IF theyre not being flat put rude for no reason.

Meet the mods!

As you can tell, its the Three Js;

John egbert! I go by he/she/they/wind/breath! Im primarily same as canon but there ARE minor differences! Im genderfluid, windgender, and bi! My sign off is [EB💚], my tag name is [ectobiologist.txt] and my text color is green! I honestly will probably be here the least

My separate account is @ectobiologist-real

June Egbert! I go by she/they/tornado/jest, im a good mix of canon compliant and divergent, and im transfem, windgender, clowngender and pan! My signoff is [GT💙], my tag name is [ghostyTrickster.txt] and my text color is blue! Ill be here the second most!

John Lalonde. I go by he/they/xe/ghost/spell, i'm very obviously canon divergent as i am from a kidswap au. I am transmasc, gay, ghostgender and magicgender. My sign off is [TG💜], my tag name is [therapeuticGhoul.txt] and my text color is, of course, purple. Ill be here the most. My separate account is @therapeuticghoul

#john egbert #june egbert #john lalonde #j egbert #kin help #fictive help #irl help #(?) #introduction post #kinhelp blog #homestuck fictive #homestuck kin #homestuck #!!! <3 #[ectoBiologist.txt] #[ghostyTrickster.txt] #[therapeuticGhoul.txt]

[icemankazansky]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️❤️❤️

Beloved! I am

Because I'm in my Top Gun era and because I have a large body of work, I am actually going to post my five favorite TG fics I've written, and then my five favorites from other fandoms. In no particular order.

TOP GUN

The Storm Series: Eight years after the events of the original movie, Maverick is running TOPGUN. Iceman is wounded in the Gulf, and comes back to Miramar to teach while he's recovering. It changes everything. Explicit.

I Guess I Go a Little Crazy, Too: Maverick and Ice have been together for several years, and by this time they're teaching at TOPGUN NAWDC when Ice's asshole estranged father makes a surprise cameo appearance. Teen.

i fall in love whenever we meet. An Icemav Time Traveler's Wife AU. Teen.

running through the underworld into your room. Just some old mens loving each other forever. Teen.

Dreams of Impact. Maverick's trip on Darkstar takes him further than he ever imagined. Mature.

OTHER FANDOMS

The Homecoming Series: What happens after Ray leaves the rez is Walter goes to find him and bring him back. Thunderheart, Ray Levoi/Walter Crow Horse, Explicit.

my heart is both shield and sword, and i shall wield them. An origin story. The Ghost and the Darkness, The Ghost & the Darkness, General Audiences.

Discovering Gravity. Gravity is the relationship between celestial bodies. LA was a long time ago, and Lauren has traveled light-years since then. Heat, Lauren Gustafson/Chris Shiherlis/Charlene Shiherlis, Mature.

My Body the Hand Grenade. We are weapons of mass destruction. MCU, Natasha Romanoff/Wanda Maximoff, Explicit.

the weight of my heart is measured in carats. What's so impressive about a diamond except the mining? MCU, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Teen.

#asks answered #beloved mutuals #my writing

[adiduck]

poke poke

wip wednesday from a completely different tg wip? something we (ur fanbase) haven’t seen before?

:DDDD Indeed! Well, I think I showed everyone the, uh, first couple sentences during the last wip poll responses. This one is one I'm HOPING to have done by Halloween, but we'll see. That'll require Operation Groundhog AU to release my brain...

In this fic, Maverick goes down after covering Bradley during the Uranium Plant mission in TGM, and wakes up in a valley. It takes him a little while to realize it's not the valley he expected to wake up in.

This one is inhabited by ghosts.

Specifically, his.

(Yea, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...)

#valley au #adi is a writer #this one is gonna be... shorter #but it also requires me to be in a very specific sort of mood you know LOL

[harleyquilts-fanfic]

Bloodied Lips (TouKen/KaneTou fanfic)

Summary: A TouKen Vampire Au for @toukenweek, where Kaneki is saved by a mysterious stranger after being attacked by a vampiric being one night.

Words: 4203~

Notes: I'm a lil late for the Vampire Au, but I hope this contribution still counts! This was an au I had a strange amount of fun with, though I guess it's because it's so similar to TG itself. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy!

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Kaneki was never religious, nor did he believe in any kind of God or Devil. In the past, he would offer a prayer or two at a shrine during New Years, though these ‘prayers’ were nothing more than brief moments of reflection and hope for the future. Prayer was nothing more than a traditional obligation, though he would not go as far as to say such things aloud. It was easy, then, to see the supernatural as nothing more than a fantasy conjured up in the minds of humanity’s superstitious ancestors. 

Even so, whenever he came across a ghost or ghoul in one of his many novels, he found himself unnerved and discomforted by their presence. He was not afraid, per se, but there was something unsettling about these monsters as they hunted their prey in human forms. And when these victims are cornered and forced to face their devourers, their humanity would shed away and their monstrous bodies would emerge. Large fangs that protruded from their hanging jaws, sunken eyes that emitted a reddish glow, and their elongated limbs that stretched into gnarled claws. They’d lean in close and feed on the human’s fear as they confront the unavoidable finality of their painful deaths. It was a fear Kaneki never wanted to experience, even if he knew such monsters were nothing more than fiction. 

Kaneki shut his book as he finished another chapter from Takatsuki’s most recent work. He nodded approvingly and took a sip from his coffee, his eyes glancing towards the time. He was supposed to meet Hide, but it would seem that he was running late. Kaneki shrugged and checked his phone, seeing a message from Hide telling him that he has another delivery to make before he can finish his shift. Placing his phone aside, he took another sip and opened his book again, eager to continue onto the next chapter. 

“Oh my,” Kaneki hears a woman say, followed by a lighthearted giggle. “Is that Takatsuki’s new novel?”

Looking up, Kaneki’s eyes meet a stranger standing by his table - a woman with long, silky hair, pale skin, plump lips, and eyes with long, thick eyelashes and a deep, violet colour. She was also dressed in a long-sleeved dress that hugged her hourglass figure, a cardigan draped over her shoulders. With her glasses, posture, and the soft humour in her expression, along with the smoothness of her voice, there was an erotic sophistication to her that immediately left Kaneki breathless. He gulped and felt his cheeks become warm at the sight of this stranger, and he nodded shakily, showing her the cover. 

“Oh, I love Takatsuki!” She clapped her hands together and grinned. “And this new novel - what do you think?” 

“W-Well–” Kaneki, flustered, scratches the back of his head as he struggles to decide where to look. “Like a-all of t-their works, it surprises m-me how unique their s-stories are.” He cringes as he continues to stutter over his words and he offers an uneven smile, his ears hot. “I am always i-impressed by their d-dark imagination.” 

“I know! I feel the same way.” The stranger then flinches and playfully knocks on her head with an apologetic smile. “Ah, how rude of me. I should introduce myself first.” She offers him a small bow, her hair falling forward. Kaneki gulps again as he smells the woman’s sweet aroma. “My name is Rize Kamishiro.”

Rize. Rize Kamishiro. Her name, spoken with the soothing caress of her voice, lingers in his mind while he clears his throat. “My name is Ken Kaneki.” His heart flutters wildly against his chest. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Oh, no no.” She giggles, like a musical chime. “The pleasure is all mine.”

From behind the counter, Touka glares as she catches Rize watching and smirking at her from the corner of her eye. 

He’s mine. 

. . .

Kaneki gasps and writhes on the ground, gripping his neck. Blood drips over his scuffed knuckles and down his arm. Red stains begin to spread down his white, torn sleeves, with droplets dripping down onto the ground below. He gasps again and crawls forward, an intense burning sensation coursing through his veins. Rize watches him from a small distance away, blood streaks across her cheeks and dripping from her reddened lips. She slowly licks her lips, lapping up the blood, and grins, with fangs protruding from her upper lip. Kaneki continues to crawl at a slow pace and from behind, he can hear Rize’s footsteps as she quickly closes in on him. 

“My, Kaneki, what a pathetic sight you are.” She giggles, pressing a finger against her chin and tilting her head to one side. “Keep crawling. Cry out in pain. Give me more to feed on.”

She then leans forward and grabs his scalp with her sharpened nails, pulling him up so that he can see the red shimmer in her eyes and the narrowing of her pupils. Kaneki winces and struggles vainly against her grip, his legs too weak to carry his weight. She throws her head back and laughs, slamming him onto the ground and straddling his back. There is a ringing in his ears as his body falls limp against her weight.

“Humans are so laughably weak.” She continues, her lips brushing against his ear. He can hear the dangerous sharpness in her voice. “So naive, so clumsy. It was almost too easy to catch you on my web.” She leans back for a moment, her hand still holding onto his head. “You’d make an excellent thrall. Perhaps I’ll make you my slave.” She laughs again and Kaneki wheezes against the cold ground. She shakes her head, smiling. “It’s tempting, but my appetite would never allow it. No worries, sweetie, you should be proud you even made it this far.”

She twists his head to one side and exposes his bloodied neck. Revealing her enlarged fangs once again, she leans forward for one final bite. Kaneki shuts his tired eyes, his ears flooded with the sound of his racing heart. 

It was then that he felt Rize's grip loosen, the weight on his back lifted. Cracking one eye open, he hears Rize’s muffled screams behind him, along with the scuffle of footsteps and the collision of bodies. And then there was a sudden silence. Kaneki shut his eyes again and heard someone walk towards him, and he silently hoped that it was his mysterious saviour. Or perhaps it’s another monster, Kaneki thought to himself, wanting to laugh at his misfortune. 

A hand is pressed against his cheek and then below his nose before being drawn back again. His body, now weak and frail, is turned onto his back, and he winces as the streetlight above shines over him. He opens his heavy eyelids and squints, the person standing over him a dark shadow against the light. 

“What–” A wheezy cough escapes him as he tries to speak, the taste of iron coating his mouth. “Who are you?” He murmurs.

“The venom is already taking effect, I don’t know if I can suck it back out in time.” The stranger, who sounded like a woman, knelt down to his side and turned his neck so that Rize’s bite was facing him. “This will hurt for a moment. Just…rest for a while.”

And with that, she leans down and sinks her teeth over the bite wound. Kaneki flinches and weakly raises an arm to push her off, but she places a hand onto his chest and pushes him back onto the ground. He feels the blood being sucked away from his body and a warmth begins to spread from the wound until it starts to become a burning heat. And as he groaned against the pain, his body grew limp once again and his thoughts faded into a blank nothingness of unconsciousness. 

The woman, Touka, opens her mouth and pulls away, a line of blood falling away between her lips and his skin. Wiping her mouth, she checks his pulse. A slow, steady heartbeat. She sighs and presses her palm against his forehead, which was still slick with a cold sweat. His temperature seemed relatively cold, though it was difficult to make any judgments after being attacked in the middle of the street at night. It would be best to take him somewhere safe, she decided and she stood back up, licking the blood off her hand. 

A small distance away, Rize’s body convulsed as the blood continued to trickle away from the slice across her neck. Such a wound wouldn’t kill her - Touka knew this - but it would be a while before she fully healed from so much blood loss. Touka hoped that she would use that time to rethink her future hunts before playing with her food. 

“Right,” she looked back down at the young man she had seen earlier and she nudged him with her foot. “What should I do now…”

. . . 

Kaneki was haunted by a stream of nightmarish dreams of being chased down alleyway after alleyway, with some being deadends, and others to narrower alleys that Kaneki forced himself to squeeze through. All the while, he heard Rize’s wicked laughter following him from behind, taunting him with words that seemed to cut into his skin and slow him down. Still, he desperately pushed onwards, even if he knew there was no escape from her predacious gaze. 

And then, finally, he awoke with a gasp. He blinked through the tears in his eyes and they rolled down his cheeks, which were already damp with sweat. He rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up, only to find that his body was much too heavy and his energy very much depleted. He tried again, pushing himself up with his elbows, and he whimpered as his body protested with sudden shocks of twisting pain. His arms trembled while he looked around, Kaneki breathing heavily. He was in a dark room he did not recognise, though it seemed like a basement of sorts. His bed, which seemed to be a camping cot, was pushed to the corner of the room, a desk with an old computer in front of his bed, a sofa against the back wall, and a stack of different boxes to its side. The walls and floors were grey concrete slabs and there was only one light hanging above. 

Leaning back, he then notices an I.V drip to his side and lifting his hand, he sees the needle taped on. Gasping, he then reaches for his neck, which was covered with a gauze and medical tape pressed tightly around. There must have been some kind of painkiller in the I.V, since he couldn’t feel any sort of pain when pressing the wound. But then why does my body ache so much, he wonders and he leans to his side with a grimace. What happened that night, he continues to think to himself, was all of that real? Rize, a vampiric beast, and a good samaritan who intervened. What happened afterwards - Kaneki is less certain of. There’s so much to consider, so many questions that needed answers, but even so, Kaneki could only think of the exhaustion that was washing over his body and threatening to drag him back into the realm of sleep. 

When he opened his eyes once again, the room was lit up with a dim light and a blurred figure stood a small distance away with their back facing him. He winced and reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes, and hearing him, the stranger looked over their shoulder and turned to him. He wanted to sit up and ask them a plethora of unanswered questions, but fatigue weighed heavily against his body and he found himself fighting to keep his eyes open. 

“Are you awake?” The stranger asked, their voice muffled in his ears. He gave them a weary nod. “I want to make sure you have something to eat before you fall back to sleep again.” They knelt beside his cot and held up a plastic bottle with a straw and held it to his lips. He couldn’t see what was inside the drink, but the pain of hunger urged him to take a sip before he could muster the strength to ask. “Drink. It’ll give you your strength back.”

Taking a sip, his mouth was coated with a thick, sweet-tasting liquid that washed away the dryness in his throat. The more he drank, the warmer he felt, and he wondered if he was drinking some kind of soup. It was a nice thought, and an even nicer gesture, he pondered as he continued to drink, remembering the days his mother would feed him freshly made miso soup or porridge whenever he was sick. 

Finishing the drink, he leaned back and looked up to the ceiling, his vision now clear and his hearing sharp. He licked his lips, savouring the sweet taste of the beverage the stranger offered, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He held it up and noticed a streak of red against his pale skin. He frowned and turned his head towards the stranger, who continued to kneel beside him.

He saw, then, that the stranger was a young woman with black, bob-length hair, her long fringe partially hiding her face, and blue, round eyes that watched him steadily. Her skin seemed all the more pale against her dark hair and dim lighting, as if she were a porcelain doll. It reminded him of Rize, in a way. Right…Rize. He wanted to tell himself that Rize, whatever she may be, was nothing more than a nightmare - a shadow that could do him no harm in the real world. And yet, that fact that he was here, wherever this place may be, was proof enough that something had happened. What exactly that was, he was not confident to say with certainty. For all he knew, the vampirisin he became victim to was nothing more than his mind trying to make sense of whatever had happened that night. Needless to say, he felt that his memories were left in a tangled mess, and the more he tried to make sense of it all, the harder it was to distinguish reality from fiction. 

“Who are you?” He decided to ask first, lowering his hand. The stranger stood up and placed the nearly empty bottle aside, frowning. “Where are we? Why…” He paused, then, taken aback by a sudden realisation. “Why am I not in the hospital? Why take me here?”

“Hold on. I’ll answer your questions.” She grimaced and rubbed the back of her head, muttering to herself. “Let me just…” Her eyes wander as her voice trails off. “Let me change your I.V bag first. Wait here.” 

Kaneki was about to protest with increased urgency, before remembering that he was in the home of this stranger. A basement, even, from what he could see. This stranger may have saved him, if his memories were anything to go on, but he could not say for sure that he was any safer in the hands of this stranger than he was with Rize. Perhaps that was too harsh, he thought for a moment, as the girl gently examined the needle in his hand and unhooked the nearly empty bag of fluids. Still, it was his lack of caution that caused this whole situation in the first place - he could not afford to be careless a second time. And so, as he watched the stranger climb back up the basement stairs, he slowly climbed out from his cot and followed behind. 

His body was not exactly cooperative with his first attempt to move. His knees buckled beneath him and he held onto the desk beside him to hold him up. However, he found that some of his strength gradually returned with each small step he took, and with a deep breath, he forced himself forward. His limbs continued to shake and shudder at first and Kaneki bit his lip to hold back his small cries of pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed heavily through his nose, silently telling himself to make less noise.

Reaching the stairs, he let out another breath as he leaned against the steps and felt the sweat roll down the back of his neck. There was a voice at the back of his head urging him to return to the bed before he was found out, and still, in his panicked state, he kept pushing himself to go further in hopes that, this time, he would succeed in his attempt to escape.

The door on top of the stairs had been partially shut, but not locked, and he stared intently through the gap in the doorway. The thudding of his heart filled his ears as he watched and waited with some distress for the girl to return. But when he reached the top of the stairs, he was quick to slip through the gap and take in his surroundings; it was a regular, plain hallway, with the stairs to the upper floors to his right, and opposite that, a shut door to another room; to his left was what he could only assume was the front door between two archways facing each other. He gulped and crept towards the door, cringing at each slight creak in the floorboards. But he managed to make his way to the door without being caught, and grabbing the door handle, he turned it slowly and prayed that it was somehow unlocked. And as if God had answered his prayers, the door clicked open and Kaneki found himself smiling with great relief as he swung the door open. 

And just as his body was flooded with the warm glow of the evening sun, he found himself struck with a burning sensation that painfully prickled his skin like a spray of acid that trickled over the entirety of his body. He threw his arms up to shield his face and he stumbled back, crying out in pain. Squeezing his eyes shut, he heard the door close and felt immediate relief with the sudden darkness, like a cool breeze had drifted over his blistering wounds. He fell onto his knees, panting, as he let this sensation wash over him. 

“I told you to wait.” Hearing her voice, Kaneki froze, his heart skipping a beat. He slowly looked back and saw the girl standing behind him, holding an I.V bag in her hand. She looked down at him with eyes that now glimmered with a deep red colour. His mouth felt dry as he stuttered out a weak excuse, glancing between her and her hand which was now squeezing the bag. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He stammered with a weak voice. “I was– I panicked.”

She shuts her eyes and heaves out a heavy sigh before placing the bag to one side. She steps forward and Kaneki flinches, pushing himself back against the wall behind him, and he hears the girl click her tongue. Kneeling down, she reaches forward and gently places her hands onto his cheeks, much to his surprise. He tenses up as she brushes her fingers over his skin, carefully moving his head to one side and then to the other as she examines him carefully with her eyes. His eyes widen when he notices that they have now returned to their previously blue colour. He feels his cheeks become warm as she moves even closer to him, suddenly enveloped with her surprisingly floral fragrance. With a slight frown, she leans back and then squeezes his cheeks between her finger and thumb, her eyes narrowed. 

“Um…” Kaneki's voice was muffled as he tried to squeeze out a question. “What are you–”

“Quiet.” She lets go with a small push and brushes back her fringe, rubbing the back of her neck. Standing, she sighs again. “Well, I guess there’s no denying it, but…” She shakes her head and holds out her hand for Kaneki to take, which he does with some hesitance. “I did tell you to wait.”

“I’m sorry, I…” He frowns, then, and looks down at his hands, rubbing his skin with sudden urgency. “What happened? Just a minute ago, it felt like my skin was burning. But looking at it now…” His voice trails away as he examines his arms and touches his neck and face, looking between himself and the door. His eyes then meet the girl’s watchful gaze, and he silently pleads for some answers. Her expression remains unreadable while she watches him slowly piece things together. “Does this have anything to do with Rize? Was what happened that night real?”

“Yes.” She nods. “I tried my best to take the venom out, but it seems it still had some effect on you.”

“Venom? What venom? Am I sick?”

“In a sense.” She tilts her chin up, crossing her arms. “Vampirism. Have you heard of it before?”

He stares at her blankly, and then incredulously. “Are you calling me a vampire? No, that’s–” He paces away from her, his hands clenched together. Images of Rize, the vivid memory of Rize biting into his neck, and the stranger leaning in to do the same - they all flood through his mind at once and he shakes his throbbing head. “Vampire…That’s…no, that can’t be. I…I need to go. I need to find Hide.”

“I can’t allow that. Not yet. It’s too dangerous and–”

“Are you…sick, too?”

His voice was small, but cold, a quivering fear laced between his words. She presses her lips together and nods, and she watches his shoulders drop as he stares deep into her eyes, trying to fathom her entire being within a single, brief moment. She seemed normal enough, he thought, and yet…and yet…

“Why did you bring me here?” He finally asked and the girl looked away for a moment.

“It would have been inconvenient for me if anyone else found you and Rize. That’s all.”

Kaneki lowered his head, not entirely sure what he expected. She had saved his life - he knew that much already. A part of him wanted to show her his gratitude, but his gratitude was overshadowed by the frightening revelation that now consumed his thoughts, like a parasite ready to burst in his skull. He wanted to tear it away, to be rid of all this, and yet, with each passing second, he realised that this was his new reality, whether he liked it or not. 

“How long will I have to stay here?” He asked in a murmur. 

“I don’t know. That will depend on you. I’ll be sure to help you through the new changes the best I can. To be completely honest, I don’t even know just how much of a vampire you really are, though maybe you’re still changing in your physiology. It might be taking longer because only a small amount of venom was ingested into your bloodstream.” Her voice trails off for a moment as she mulls over her thoughts. “We’ll see. But first, I need to make something very clear to you.”

She steps forward then, and Kaneki freezes as she grabs his shoulder with a firm grip, her eyes locked onto his. With his focus on her, his heart begins to quicken while she continues to speak. 

“Like I said before, vampirism is a sickness that must be kept hidden from the public at all costs. I can explain the details later. Just understand that, from now on, the person you were before - a college student, a childhood friend, a loving son - that person no longer exists. They are dead to the world now. Do you understand?”

“Dead?”

She nods, her grip tightening. “Yes. Dead. It is imperative that you know that. That you understand what that means. I’m not just saying this for mine, or even for your sake. If you cherish the people you love, you will keep those ties cut and exist as a nobody while you learn to adjust to the venom. If you cannot do that, or if you refuse to heed my advice,” Her eyes narrow then, her next words spoken with a fearsome finality. “I will not hesitate to kill you.”

A growing dread begins to rise up from Kaneki’s stomach, his legs suddenly weak once again. Still, his eyes remain on hers, and with tears threatening to fall from his eyes, he nods. 

“I understand.” 

“Good.” She loosens her hold on him and lowers her eyes, but keeps her hand on his shoulder for a moment longer before pulling away with a strained silence. “Good.” She repeats, her voice wavering. “Let’s go back down. You need more rest.”

Kaneki wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling as he follows the girl back down the stairs to the basement. She pauses for a moment before taking the last step, and without turning back to him, she quickly mutters something. 

“My name is Touka, by the way. Touka Kirishima.”

She continues to walk into the room and Kaneki wipes his sore eyes again with a wry smile. “My name’s Ken Kaneki.”

#toukenweek2022 #touken #kanetou #kaneki ken #touka kirishima #rize kamishiro #vampire au #kaneki x touka #fanfic #my writing

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Lockwood and Co/Ghosts AU

Has anyone here watched/read Lockwood and Co, or is too small of a fandom for the already small TGS fandom-

Anyways

Ghosts plague the world and young people are the only ones who can develop Talent to see them. For families who are poor or struggling, they can send their children away to become an Agent and the Agents pay will be sent back to the parents, assisting them.

Some people who don't need the money also send their children away, for whatever reason. Perhaps because they'll gain a reputation, perhaps because they think they're doing the right thing, the noble thing.

Or, in the case of one Henry Jekyll, it's because his parents couldn't deal with all of his science experiments.

He gets sent to an agency in Scotland once he's of age so that they can take him off of his parent's hands.

Henry isn't particularly good at socialising, so he mostly sits in the library alone and concentrates on research and studying. When they actually have a mission, he'll spend days and nights just researching in the library, learning all he can about the people and the ghosts that may be there. He's a fact machine essentially, knowing far more than any of his teammates on the subject.

With this comes an innate curiosity to know more and more and more however. This ends up putting him in more danger than he originally could've believed. Whilst on a mission, he stops using his rapier and salt to deter the ghosts and instead tries to speak to them. It ends up getting one of his friends ghost locked.

But he doesn't stop. He's sure that if he just tries hard enough, maybe he can soothe the ghosts into an afterlife?

He tries over and over again and eventually it gets him kicked out of his scottish agency.

His parents don't accept him back however and allow him to be transferred all the way down to the main London agency.

Alone.

Alone again.

#lockwood au #ghost au #tgs au #quimbly's notes #tgs #the glass scientists

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

For the AU, was there anything that inspired or gave you the idea you’d use for Eclipse? Or was it just an off-hand curiosity of “what would happen if Snatcher and Moonjumper fused”??

Oh yeah definitely! I had LOADS of different hypothetical for fun iterations of the basic concept of eclipse before, most of it being “what if mj and snatch became prince again”

one just had the two go back in time and run into prince or run into family or prominent people from their past, one was they get turned human again along with Delilah too and have to go to tg to fix it and it was more of a DID situation and not just they’re prince like eclipse is, one was they get turned human AND are sent to the past so they have to blend in, most of these either where angsty or for comedy which most where comedy which I liked it was just me having fun with hypotheticals plus was a good bit of fresh air from everything else being angsty, fun fact the they and Delilah are stuck human again idea was actually canon for a hot second before I scraped it for symbolism and arc reasons for Delilah it didn’t make sense for the twins to get roped into it when it was more a effect on HER arc not theirs,

but yeah in all those what if ideas I always just made them become prince but never once considered them STAY a ghost of some kind, and so one night I was doing one of those hypothetical indulgence ideas just making stuff up as I went, it was a pretty wild idea but ultimately it ended up working into canon but I’m not spoiling other then it’s where eclipse first shows up! My basic idea was just cool fusion with flowey jacket and LONG hair the long hair made me so excited I love Ellie’s hair lol, and I knew I wanted them to have white hair because of human mj who sadly never saw the light of day in canon for symbolism so eclipse was my excuse to use the white hair, I also vividly wanted them to have red fire or fire hair of some kind, but that was the basic concept so I did concept art for them (which actually was where I got their redesign from because the off the shoulders jacket wasn’t in the first design yet it was in my first concept sketch but I was mad at myself for not using it so that’s where the idea of their redesigned outfit was lol) their name actually took me a bit, I actually considered the name lukewarm because snatch is hot/has fire magic and mj is cold, plus this was when I debated the luka name for prince so it was a funny pun BUT didn’t really work for a name, so I got the idea of a more moon related name so I got eclipse because it’s got the same basic concept of hot/cold or sun/moon symbolism! And now the rest is history! I kept getting cool ideas to use them in and now there’s a whole epilogue planned just to explore eclipse and the prince twins dynamic and arcs ^^

#a!au

[soundjunglefan]

#Folk #Folk-Rock #Indie #Rock #TheseGhosts #TylerRamsey

[gust-jar-simulator]

I wrote this at ass o'clock in the morning, unedited, and immediately passed out. Please enjoy this look at the Links of Tool Gods AU and their utter nonsense.

Characters: TG Hibiscus, TG Wake

~🌙🌊🌺🌊🌙~

Hibiscus stared into the fog outside the ring of candles, hands fisted hard enough to feel her rings digging in, and the young man outside their glow slanted a cocky smile her way. She could see the trees through his chest.

Hundreds of miles inland, and she could smell the salty rot of the sea.

"Impressive." Rough leather boots paced the border of her circle, fire burning blue-green like driftwood wherever he passed closest. Seaweed clung to the back of her throat like shit to a shoe, but she ignored it, and let the ghost have his little moment. He didn't test the boundary, but he did whistle appreciatively. "You wasted a lot of candles on me, lady. What's the occasion?"

"I need answers." Better to get to the point, but she needed to know what she was working with first. "Who are you?"

"You didn't-? Oh sweetheart, oh no." The ghost pulled up short to look at her, brow furrowed, a weird sort of smile tugging at his lip. "I'm the Hero of the Winds. That's the important bit anyway. You?"

"The Hero of putting up with too much bullshit," she bit out, which earned her a salt-rough laugh. "I haven't heard of you, but at this point you could be my fairy fucking godmother for all I care. I need advice."

He rocked back on his heels, the shadow of his coat shifting around him. Short blond curls caught the witchlight like frozen waves, as much as his eyes drank it in like the swallowing grip of black ice. She probably could've guessed he was a hero- there was a reckless, ragged edge to him like he'd played with more than fire. Like he'd played with the burn of gods. It caught in the edge of his smile, the flash of blades under his coat. "I might have it, but your spell's on a time limit. Tick tock little witch."

She'd let that slide but only because he was right. Taking a breath, she stepped right up to the edge of the burning circle to watch him lean away, something intrigued in the arch of his brow. She carved the words out, bitter and sulfurous and smoldering, to spit into the dark. "My old man plans to marry me off for some sort of treaty or business deal or what the fuck ever, and nobody's listening to me. What do I do?"

"Kick him in the nads."

Hibiscus blinked. "What?"

The hero was looking much less impressed. "That's what you wanted to know? Not... forbidden magic or lost history or something?"

"Maybe I forgot to mention," she started slowly, "but my old man's the king of Hyrule. I needed someone that wouldn't tattle on me for a few coins. Plus, the royal family's been around- I figured a ghost might know about options I don't."

"Maybe I forgot to mention," the ghost parroted back, looking at her flatly, "but you should kick him in the nads."

This was a disaster.

Groaning, she turned around to grab a bucket to dump on the ceremonial incense and cut the entire shitshow off. Before she could get far, though, the ghost flailed at her. "Wait- wait hold on lady, I might have something, least I could do for a... cousin, or whatever you are."

She grunted in his general direction, and the ghost raked a hand through his salt-stiff hair, sighing brusquely. "Listen- it's your first time summoning ghosts, right?"

"Could be."

"Right, well." He shrugged, gestured at the fog around them, or maybe the sky. "We're the gods' favorite chew toys, so I think this really bad idea was a freebie. Most undirected summonings go to shit. You hooked me instead. I can't stay long enough to teach you much, not with this setup, but ghosts are my whole schtick and I can tell you who you really want."

Hibiscus stood bolt upright and swiveled to look at him, but thankfully he was already talking, hands gesturing a little rushed. "There's only one person you could reasonably grab with the authority to tell the King of Hyrule to go fuck himself."

"Hylia? She's not exactly chatty."

He snorted. "No. Her husband."

"Her what."

"Husband, keep up. First king of Hyrule? How do you think the goddess-blood got in the bloodline?" He grinned rakishly and did a little brow-wiggle, before bulldozing right into the details. "If he can catch a goddess, he can tell you how to unfuck this, probably. Or just summon him to kick your dad in the nads, I don't care. You'll need cucco feathers, a dragon's scale, lightning, and a harp. Also the blood of the royal family." He took a sniff of the air, considering. "If you want a ghost to stay, they need fuel. Give him soup. Soup's the food of the gods, I swear."

"I thought they ate my pain and suffering."

"Nah, that's tax collectors." He shot her a jaunty, terrible salute, and winked. "See you around, dollface."

"What the fuck did you just call me-"

But the fog was empty, pulling back to reveal the starry throat of night, and she was alone with a circle of sputtering candles and instructions to summon a ghost possibly older than dirt itself.

Well. What could go wrong?

#my writing #tool gods au #tg hibiscus #tg wake