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[simarcana]

Ehi so.... Ummm would you hate me if i started posting a victorian save file in addiction to the ones i already post about

[noahsresources]

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .

send an emoji/series of emojis for my muse to answer any of the following questions in character! for some questions, there are fields italicized and bolded for you to fill in with the name of a person/place/event/etc in the muse's life. please remember to fill in these spaces in order for the question to make sense! each emoji is described in case you can't see them, and they are listed alphabetically. ♡

✈️ AIRPLANE — have you traveled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?

😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?

🎨 ARTIST PALETTE — what are some hobbies that you like to partake in? do you think they're just to pass time or to distract yourself, or do you believe some of them potentially have therapeutic outcomes for you?

🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?

💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?

🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why?

❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [name of person] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?

👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?

🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?

🤝 HANDSHAKE — do family or platonic relationships mean more to you? or do they mean different things to you?

❤️‍🔥 HEART ON FIRE — what angers you the most? what triggers this anger, and how do you cope with it? what does this anger feel like, if you had to describe it?

💋 KISS MARK — if you had to share a romantic kiss with a loved one, where would you share that kiss and why? are you thinking about giving this romantic kiss somewhere other than the other person's lips?

✝️ LATIN CROSS — are you a religious person? did you grow up religious? does your faith mean anything to you today?

🩵 LIGHT BLUE HEART — what do you fantasize about the most often (generally/sexually/etc)? are there any people that are significant to or that you can see in this fantasy and why?

⚡️ LIGHTNING BOLT — how has [significant event in muse's life] impacted you? what has it made you realize about yourself? about others? about the world?

💄 LIPSTICK — have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?

🪄 MAGIC WAND — would you describe yourself as a superstitious person (someone who believes in superstitions)? do you believe in luck?

❤️‍🩹 MENDING HEART — how strongly do you experience your emotions? does it depend on who you're interacting with and/or the context of the situation?

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what song lyrics do you think most accurately describe you? your journey through life? who you are as a person?

🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you're at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life?

❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?

🎀 RIBBON BOW — how confident are you with your physical appearance? is there anything about it that you are insecure about? is there anything about it that you are happy about or gives you confidence? how do you think people perceive you based on your physical appearance?

🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?

💀 SKULL — how has [name of person] 's death influenced your outlook on life, if anything?

☀️ SUN — would you describe yourself as more of an introvert or extrovert, or are you somewhere in between? how come?

🪽 WING — if you could choose to have one superpower for a day, what would it be and why? what would you do with it?

✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.

[lvlyghost]

One Last Time

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader.

Summary: You and Ghost go on your first mission since your break up.

Word Count: 1k

Tw: angst, hurt with very little comfort. suggestive themes. ghost being cold hearted. reader's call sign is starlight. not proofread 👻🌸

A/N: Finished this in one sitting lol, just couldn't stop thinking about it so forgive me if it's all over the place, i totally didn't write while listening to champagne problems🫶🏻✨💞enjoy

Masterlist✨

The sun's starting to hide on the horizon, casting pink and orange shadows against the concrete walls of the abandoned building you're currently hiding in. You sort of wish you at least had your earphones. Anything to help you swallow the tense silence that's fallen between you and Ghost.

Both leaning against opposite walls, waiting until it's safe enough to go out and reunite with your team. You cross your legs, shifting in your place to a more comfortable position. The temperature slowly decreasing as the yellow burning star in the sky disappears. You didn't mind Ghost's presence. You liked him. And he liked you too; perhaps way too much for your own good.

But not after what happened.

Not after that night –12th of June–, just one week ago. When he had decided that this –your relationship– had no future. And it hurt like hell. Your ever present smile faded when you came to his barracks ready to spend another night under the covers, admiring each other. You loved him it physically pains you. He had greeted you with that stoic face of his, grabbed you gently by the arm and pulled you inside only to break your heart.

Ghost pulls his mask over his lips to take a sip from his canteen, you divert your gaze not liking what his mouth reminds you of.

You don't get to see him anymore. Not in the way he only let you. You don't get to hear his deep chuckles, or how his chest rumbles when he does. You can no longer have the pleasure of touching his pale features; or feel the stubble that adorns his jaw under your hands. Never again will his hands travel down your body nor hold you when you have a nightmare. Shared lunches at the cafeteria with the team.

Maybe it all became too much in the end.

What were you supposed to say, to do now? Act as if nothing happened? You swallow. Your heart is beating fast so you force yourself to breathe deeply.

"You okay sergeant?" He finally asks, staring straight to you. Ghost's right arm resting atop his leg, the other one splayed in front of him. The intensity of his gaze never leaves your form.

"Yeah. Just tired, Lt." You lie. Because you're not tired at all. you're heartbroken.

"Sleep then." Ghost barely does so it feel almost selfish to do it.

"I'm fine." You murmur, looking everywhere but at him.

"Look at me when I speak to you." Your eyes snap to his. Wide-eyed you fight back an insult. How dare he? "I'm still your superior out here." So you wait. You wait for him to break first. Had you been paying attention to his demeanor for the past week; you would've noticed the cracks on his façade. No one knew like you did.

But you refused to look at him ever since that Friday night. "Whatever happened that night it stays there. Don't bring that shite here."

"With all due respect, Lt." You pause feeling the tears welling in your eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

Silence falls again. Ghost's hand balls into a fist, jaw tightening so hard you can hear the bones crack as an overwhelming press on his chest settles. He had never meant to hurt you, but things were getting too serious, you were getting too close. He couldn't afford to have something like that; Ghost knew what it meant to let someone too close. And he broke that rule. You plagued his mind, his space and feelings.

Too bloody close.

"That all you've got, kid?" He ask firmly. "Try again. I'll give you another chance. Thought you more than anyone would understand."

You're shaking. Astonished by his words. The pain is unbearable. You laugh with no emotion.

"What am I supposed to understand, Ghost?"

"Why it can't be."

Shaking your head in denial you stand up, not thinking about the consequences, too enraged. Ghost is quicker though. Jumping from where he was sitting he grabs you by the straps of your combat vest and yanking you down with him. His nostrils flare from underneath the balaclava, eyes boring into yours. His visceral reaction sinks deep inside.

"There's a potential sniper out there. You trying to get killed?" He hisses through gritted teeth.

You slap his hand away from your vest, yet you don't move away from where you sit between his legs.

"Thought you didn't give a shit about me."

"You're bloody blind if you think I don't care about you."

"You don't!" You bite back. "If you cared for me in the slightest you wouldn't have tossed me out like I'm a stranger! Like nothing we went through ever mattered to you." His body goes stiff as you keep talking. "I loved you..."

Ghost can't bear the way you tremble in his arms, watching you sob. In pain. Because of him.

"I told you not to get close to me. I knew from the beginning I'd hurt you... not because I wanted to. I don't know how to do this. I wish I could be better for you, but I can't, it's all I've been my entire life. My biggest regret is that I started to care for you somewhere along the line; and when I realized, it was too late." He pauses. "Forgive me." The words echo in your ears, paralyzing your entire limbs. "I know you're hurt," he whispers your name. Not your callsign. Your real name. The one he adores to call you when he's buried deep inside you, and you cling to him like he's everything. "I don't deserve you, not even the smallest part of you." He holds you closer, you're still not looking at him, the weight of his words... it's too much.

"It was real, Simon." Your voice is soft and very quiet. "All this time it was real to me. Just because you were afraid..."

"I am fucking scared!" He yells. "Can't bloody see it?! If I lose you...-" you look up at him, mouth agape forcing as much air as you can inside your lungs. "How do I make it right?" He questions. "It was real to me too. Too fucking real."

As angry as you're feeling, broken and betrayed you bring a hand up to his pained features, lifting the mask so you can feel his warm skin again. Ghost's eyes are frantic, waiting for you to speak.

"Let me in."

Staring in the pitch black darkness, silence reigns yet again.

One last chance, that's all you need.

"Ghost, Starlight, sitrep." When no one answers the radio crackles again. "Hostiles coming your way, get ready."

[certifiedfreec]

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ____ took an interest in you… pt. 2!

(pt. 1 with ghost, keegan, and graves <3)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

👻 eye. contact. the moment you step into a room that he’s in, his intense gaze lands right on you! this man doesn’t want to lose sight of you for a second. the worst part is he knows how flustered you get when he stares, intently listening to you talk and giving you his unwavering attention <3 (he could give you all kinds of attention if you let him 🤭) your face’ll flush when he locks those pretty brown eyes of his with yours, and he can’t help but chuckle a little. “somethin’ wrong, soldier?”

👻 sometimes he likes to be nearby while you’re getting ready for the day- and ofc you let him! his presence isn’t invasive though; he simply lingers in your room while making mindless chat, occasionally glancing at you in the mirror if you’re drying your hair or putting on makeup (if you wear any). need help with your jewelry? he’s happy to clasp your necklace together. need help taking anything off? he’s even happier to assist with that <33

👻 he overheard you one day when you telling a new recruit about how you much you liked tattoos, and when you see him the next day he’s conveniently got his sleeves all rolled up!! he’s totally inked, and they honestly look so deliciously good on those muscular arms of his. he’d gladly give you a tattoo tour… you just might find the rest in some more secretive places ;)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

🎆 he makes faces at you when people say things he doesn’t agree with like you’re the camera in The Office. you get the brunt of his eye rolls, furrowed brows, and pursed lips when others annoy him- it’s his snarky way of bonding with you :)) haters that hate together stay together!!

🎆 he casually saves you a seat beside him wherever the ghosts are at whether it’s the debriefing room, the jeep, the heli, or even at the bar during free time. he’ll place something random in the chair like his jacket, his beanie, etc., and then conveniently pick it up when you walk in :’) he likes having you beside him, though he could probably think some of other seats reserved especially for you- who said that omg…

🎆 you two were walking together when he looked down and noticed that your shoe was untied. he could’ve just told you, sure, but it’s in his nature to help others, so he knelt down onto one knee and tied it for you <3 so gentlemanly! if that didn’t make you swoon enough, then the two pats he gave to the top of your foot definitely did :’) he’d get on his knees for you anytime…

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in you…

🇺🇸 sometimes he picks the bumpiest, most uneven walking paths during operations so you have to hold onto him for support because he’s silly like that!! one time you were both traveling over some pretty rocky terrain, and you had to grab for his arm to steady yourself- all while feeling your face flush bright red. he simply looked over at you with that cocky grin of his, flexing the muscles that were under your touch. “fallin’ for me already, soldier?” (another corny line he uses when he inevitably does it again: “looks like i swept ya off your feet, huh?”)

🇺🇸 he suddenly becomes a standup comedian whenever you’re around, joking and laughing with all the shadows like it’s open mic night. yes, he wants your full attention- and what about it?! when he finally makes you laugh, he can’t help but get a little smug about it; he loves the sound, and he’d really like to elicit some other kinds of noises from you later ;)

🇺🇸 he’s quick to compliment you when you do something right! it starts out all jovial and good-natured, he’ll say things during operations like “lookin’ good out there, soldier,” and “that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” with that subtle drawl of his… then it becomes a liiiittle more purposeful, and he starts to murmur things for only you to hear like “doin’ so great for me, darlin’,” and “knew ya could handle it, sweetheart.” he’s pretty big on praise with you…do with that information what you will! <33

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[vladdyissues]

How do you see the first year after Vlad x Danny wedding? (Let's consider, they have married when Danny was 20)

As addition, whom can Vlad invite for the wedding? I know it depends on is it the ghost or the human wedding but anyway.

Would their wedding be a secret? Or headlines would shout, "One of the richest men has married... on a guy!" ? (Alt. "Phantom and Mayor Masters' relationship is confirmed: THEY ARE GETTING MARRIED!")

🏆 Vlad is a showy guy when it comes to public opinion (e.g., bragging about his charitable works, anything that stokes his popularity), but he’s also extremely private about his personal life. For this reason, I think he’d keep his wedding to Danny secret and simple. Marriage license, officiator, small gathering of maybe five people, I do, I do, and done. Light refreshments, champagne and oysters, a small cake. Ceremony performed in his backyard or—perhaps more appropriately—Lambeau Field, home stadium of the Green Bay Packers. Maybe a few fireworks as a surprise. Nothing too wild. 

👻 Vlad doesn’t seem to have the best opinion of—or relationship with—the ghosts in the Ghost Zone, so I don’t see Skulker or the Vultures getting an invite, or a Ghost Zone wedding happening at all.

💍 Whether Jack or Maddie approve of this wedding is the big question. I honestly can’t see them ever in a million years approving of their former college friend marrying their only son—unless they were aware of both Vlad and Danny being half ghosts.

“Your son is never going to die,” Vlad tells them gently, maybe during the meeting where he asks for Jack and Maddie’s blessing to marry Danny. “Forever is a long path for Daniel to travel alone. But it doesn’t have to be. Not if you allow me to be with him. I have the means and the resources to see that he is always taken care of. I have a raft of investments locked in place that will ensure my fortune perpetuates for the next several hundred years. With me, Daniel will always have a roof over his head, a place to call home, and someone who loves him. Dearly. Until the end of the time. I mean that in the most literal sense.”

Jack and Maddie are stunned silent for several moments.

“What’s the point of asking us?” Jack finally mutters. “Once Maddie and I die, you can do whatever you want. We won’t be able to stop you.”

“It matters to Daniel. And I love him. That’s why I’m asking you.”

They still don’t like it, but facts are facts, and scientists appreciate that more than they do good intentions. Another thing they appreciate is truth, and Vlad’s soft words and earnest face have convinced them of his honesty.

Jack and Maddie share a tearful look, clasping each other’s hands, before turning to Vlad.

“Okay,” Maddie croaks. “Just—promise us he’ll stay in school.”

“At least an Associate’s degree,” Jack adds.

“Don’t turn him into a spoiled brat.”

“Trade school certificate, bare minimum.”

A baffled pause, then Vlad laughs. “You have my word. By the end of the century, Daniel will have more degrees than a thermometer.”

The Fentons release a pair of relieved sighs.

They can handle their son being an immortal entity, but not an uneducated one.

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! School is out for me, so I can finally rest. Oh man. I needed the rest. It's great to sit there an not move, isn't it? And I got to listen to so many good podcasts this week as well, it really made the last week of school a treat. Let's take a look:

🍔 I feel like every new episode of @midnightburgr is a precious little gem, and this one is no different. I love getting to see pre-found-family Casper. You can't escape the found family, idiot, get cherished! It's been good to watch his character development throughout the show, and then seeing this little missing piece of it that he doesn't quite remember answers several questions about him. I love him. He's the worst and I love him. Alongside each of the three sisters, this season is promising to be absolutely fascinating.

📼 Oh The Magnus Protocol, you never disappoint. I want to run this episode by the teenagers I know to see what they think of it, because I understood what the influencer was saying, but I know many adults who absolutely would not. Like, I'm on this website. Meanwhile, Alice rejecting help is setting her up for something truly awful and I dread what her fate may be. It's delicious.

👻 @monstrousproductions's Travelling Light is often so soft and good--I neglected to include last week's episode on the AD Sunday write-up, like a FOOL, even though it made me CRY--but this episode settles into a gorgeous little ghost story that's honestly the logical conclusion of creative sentients in space. I loved it. On top of that, there's this tiny morsel of Óli's backstory that I am DYING to know more about. I can't wait for the next ep.

🪲 @cryptonature always hits just right, but this last episode was everything I want in the world. MOSS TIDE MOSS TIDE MOSS TIDE

🧛🏻‍♂️What a treat it is to listen to @re-dracula along with everyone this year. I am loving everyone's analysis and thoughts this go-round and I am once again appreciating the work of Ben Galpin and Karim Kronfli in creating just the most horrific character dynamic. I know droughtula is imminent, so there's still plenty of time to catch up. Join us, join us, join us--

✂️ In Hannah news, Inn Between is starting to wrap up for the season! This week brings the penultimate episode, which is definitely totally fine and won't bode ill for any beloved party members of the Lowlifes. We'll also see the last episode of "Run Rabbit" on The Dead, and I'm so pleased with my actors' work, so I can't wait to hear what the sound wizards have done with it.

Hey! This week is better than last as far as finances go--thanks to my beloveds for helping out--but if you like what I make or enjoyed reading this, would you consider leaving me a tip?

See y'all next week!

[what-have-i-unleashed]

don't feed the hungry spirit

inspired by my dream-eater nightmare post. another horror story for you guys for spooky month :3

(note: my rushed writing again, also the characters here are probably ooc because it's based on my own personal au for them lol)

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sans couldn't sleep. it's nothing new actually. dreams, bad and good, always plague his slumber. just like the voices of the dead, or the dust and blood that sticks to his clothes. but just like the living, sans has to sleep eventually. and no matter how much he delays it, the darkness claims him every time. and that's when the dreams start ravaging the his mind again.

but one day sans remembers a folklore he heard as a child. about the dream-eater.

call for the dream-eater and he shall eat your nightmares.

what a silly tale only children would believe... but it doesn't hurt to try, does it?

so sans, in a chilly night, alone in his bed but not his head, prays for the dream-eater to come.

and the dream-eater does come, much to sans' surprise.

he's a figure in the shadows, refusing to come into the light. all sans can see is a turquoise eyelight staring back at him. for a moment, he thinks it's just another of his imagination.

"you call for me, mortal?" the dream-eater's voice ricochets in the room and pierces through sans' skull like a ringing bullet. sans can do nothing but nod. the formless voice chuckles.

"you offer me a delicious meal. i'd be a fool to refuse it."

and so, it is the first night sans has a peaceful dreamless sleep.

but it doesn't mean this is the end of his nightmares. countless resets. countless killings. countless deaths. again and again. in a cycle he cannot stop.

so he asks for the dream-eater. again and again. and the dream-eater consumes his nightmares. again and again.

"do you know why they call me the dream-eater?" the dream-eater asks sans one day. sans is lying prone on his bed, idly watching the shadows inching closer to him, until he can feel the freezing cold emanating from the dream-eater.

"it's because i eat not only nightmares, but also dreams," the dream-eater continues. the turquoise light travels near sans' own eyelight. in this close distance, sans could see the flowing black tar covering the deity. he could smell an earthly smell.

"do it," sans says, apathetic. "my dreams. i don't need them anymore."

the single turquoise eyelight crinkles, as if amused.

"with pleasure."

and so, night after night, the dream-eater comes to sans without any summoning from his end. as if that permission is enough for the dream-eater to come to his room, his house, his universe. sans feels... better, or at least he thinks he is. there is no more nightmare or dream plaguing him. and isn't that what he wants? no more haunting voices. no more distractions. just him doing his job. day in, day out. punctual and efficient like he's never been before.

but now, living his life and repeating his tasks again and again feels like a waking dream. he moves like a ghost in his own life. he still experiences insomnia - a habit he cannot break. reality and dream now blur together - it's like he cannot wake up from all of this.

"i won't come here anymore," the dream-eater says one day. sans is sitting among the echo flower field, looking up at the false stars, as the dream-eater hovers behind him. a dull sense of panic and alarm flares in him as he hears those words.

"what do you mean?" he asks, not as frantic as he hopes.

"i have no more use out of you. all you nightmares. all you dreams. all your hopes. i have eaten them all. you're but a husk now, empty of life that i could take."

"if you go, then the nightmares will happen again."

"that's right."

sans stares at glowing lights above him. everything feels so far away, yet so close.

"... what do i need to do to make you stay then?"

sans feel something touching his shoulders. he doesn't flinch away, but it's a surprise and and relief that the dream-eater is actually real at all.

"work for me. i have no use for you as you are now, as my food source. but i can have some use out of you as a murderer."

"... can i still come back home if i go with you?"

"maybe. maybe not. such is the life of a wandering ghost. you never know where you'll end up next."

"... can i have some time to think about it, then?"

"take your time. i'll expect your answer the next time you call for me."

and so, sans lies in the flower field, alone. he has a feeling what his answer will be. funnily enough, he finds out that skeletons can still cry after all.

[theharrowing]

Ghost Friend

Yoongi's spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend.

Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

👻 Yoongi x Jimin (platonic)

👻 word count: 1.8k

👻 friends who encounter a ghost, haunting au, crack treated seriously, slight hurt/comfort, appropriate for all audiences

👻 warnings: uhhh...honestly, none? Yoongi is a ghost (which implies that he is dead!) but otherwise, this is a very chill, cute little Halloweenie fic. it is not in the slightest bit scary! Yoongi is lonely, and there is a positive ending. i guess my sense of humor could count as a warning!!!

👻 note: since it's a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it's mostly ~vibes~.

👻 request by @park-jimin-isnt-real for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 🍉💜 i feel like you wanted it to be a little more of a crack fic but i managed to make it so serious haha. 🤪

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

“Hey, Chim, think fast!”

The one who reacts to the nickname Chim – who Yoongi surmises is actually named Jimin – glances up in time for an inflatable ball to travel through Yoongi's spectral form and pummel Jimin in the side of the face. The two men Jimin trespasses with stand about ten feet away, and the buffer of the two – who Yoongi thinks is named Jeongguk – is doubled over laughing, dark hair falling in his face. 

The one Yoongi thinks is named Jimin is understandably annoyed, picking up the ball, which is painted like a basketball but much smaller, inspecting it before throwing it back with nowhere near as much strength. It nearly hits the one who might be named Taehyung, and falls to the floor, rolling away.

Jimin complains, “Don’t throw haunted toys at me, you fucking creeps,” sounding exasperated.

The toy isn’t haunted, nor does it belong to Yoongi, but he is unwilling to correct them. He thinks some children brought it to the property long ago, before the house had become somewhat of a local legend, and left it behind. Sometime in the early 2000s, he thinks, though he cannot be sure.

“This place isn’t really haunted,” the one who might be named Taehyung says in a low, somewhat whiny voice. He kicks at debris that has fallen from the dilapidated ceiling with a frown. 

Of course, this place is haunted. Yoongi standing in the center of their friend group proves as much. Only Yoongi has not made his presence known, just yet. 

Although it is somewhat disrespectful the way people always treat his house like a heap of trash, Yoongi rather likes it when folks come to visit. Being a ghost can get quite lonely, especially because Yoongi hesitates to let anyone really perceive him. 

He thinks he would like to let Jimin perceive him. Jimin, with his pretty, pouty lips that he nibbles nervously, causing them to redden and become even more pouty. Jimin, with his short ash-brown hair and stunning blend of sharp and soft features, depending on which angle he stands at. There is something gentle and understanding in Jimin's wide, dark eyes that Yoongi wishes he could get lost in. 

If only he were still alive. 

"Jeongguk," Yoongi hears Taehyung say quietly, leaning in close and pointing to another discarded ball. This one is larger and red, and its surface collects dust better than the inflatable one. "You should throw this at him when his back is turned."

Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head, muttering, "You are so childish, Tae," despite walking over to the red ball and picking it up anyway. He very quietly tosses the ball into the air and catches it while Jimin meanders in the opposite direction, distracted by some graffiti on Yoongi's busted living room wall. 

"Hey, Chim!" Jeongguk shouts.

Yoongi, who has begun slowly gravitating toward Jimin, watches as Jimin sighs and turns, shouting, "What, now?"

Jeongguk chucks the ball, and Jimin recoils this time, lifting his hand in order to deflect it. Except, without thinking, Yoongi reaches up and stops the ball in mid-air. Then, realizing his mistake, he quickly drops it. 

If Yoongi could breathe, he would be holding his breath. He feels anxious as his gaze moves between Jimin and his curious friends, whose expressions are frozen with shock. Jimin's hand had lifted just in time for the ball, but Yoongi managed to exert just enough of his spiritual energy to stop it. 

"Holy shit!" Jeongguk shouts, breaking the tense silence. 

Jimin's hand still hovers in the air, and he glances at it curiously. "What…just happened?" he asks. 

"You're fucking Magneto!" Jeongguk shouts. "That's what happened."

Taehyung sighs, stepping closer and picking up the red ball, which had rolled in the direction of his feet. "Magneto can only control metal, Jeongguk. Like a magnet…it's in his name."

Jeongguk shakes his head, mind clearly working on overdrive. "Right, right, right," he mutters under his breath, seemingly searching somewhat frantically for something other than busted concrete and dust to throw at his friend next. "You're like…Jean Grey then."

As Jimin finally begins to lower his hand, the stunned expression remains on his face, and he begins to glance around at eye level as if he suspects there may have been some kind of invisible force that helped him. If Yoongi had a heart, it would sink as Jimin looks right at him – right through him. His eyes are sad and curious, and Yoongi longs so badly to just reach out and touch him. 

"You have to do it again!" Jeongguk exclaims.

"Can you do it again?" Taehyung softly asks. 

"I…" Jimin mutters, brows knitting as he shakes his head. "No, I—I don't know what happened, but I am definitely not—"

"Think fast!" Taehyung shouts, causing both Jimin and Yoongi to sigh. Jimin reaches his hand up and, without giving it another thought, Yoongi also reaches his hand out, stopping the ball right in front of Jimin's open palm.

This time, when Jimin's eyes search the air right where Yoongi stands, Yoongi fumbles and drops the ball. He had meant to hold it up as a show to Jimin's friends, but even Jimin's unknowingly undivided attention makes him panic. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be going wild right now. 

"How the fuck…" Jeongguk mutters, at the same time Jimin – whose eyes have not left the space Yoongi occupies – mutters, "Who the fuck…"

"Pick it back up," Taehyung insists. "With no hands."

"I can't—" Jimin begins but Jeongguk whines, "Just try!"

Jimin sighs and squats in front of the ball, which has been rolled over to Jimin's feet by one of his friends. Yoongi also squats. 

All is quiet as Jimin holds his hand out in front of the red ball. He mutters, "This is so stupid," under his breath while chewing on the inside of his mouth. Yoongi wonders if that is a nervous tick of his – wonders what other nervous ticks he may have. 

Jimin knits his brow and Yoongi snaps back to what he is meant to focus on: the ball. He reaches out and slowly begins to lift the red ball with both hands, ever so slightly. Jimin gasps softly while his friends begin to shout. 

"How—" Jimin mutters as his eyes lift to Yoongi again and glance around the space, searching. 

"This is crazy!" Jeongguk shouts.

"How did we never know you could do this?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin clicks his tongue and drops his hands, making Yoongi drop the ball, as well. "I can't do this," Jimin snaps back. "Obviously there is some kind of supernatural force at play."

"There's no such thing as supernatural forces," Jeongguk responds, sounding like an annoyed schoolchild. 

This makes Jimin laugh. His eyes become little crescent moons, and Yoongi thinks he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life, nor his afterlife. 

"You don't believe in ghosts but you believe in telekinesis?" Jimin argues, amusement shaking through every word. "Even though it was your idea to come through the haunted Min property? Make it make sense!"

Hearing Yoongi's name pass Jimin's lips makes him gasp. 

"Pick it up again," Jeongguk insists. 

Jimin sighs. 

Yoongi smiles. 

After a moment of hesitation, Jimin holds his hands out, just as he had done before. The ball only rolled about a foot away when Jimin dropped it, and he leans forward. 

Yoongi also leans forward, and when he picks up the ball, Jimin must think twice, because he begins to lower his hands. Before Yoongi has a chance to lower the ball to match Jimin's movement, their energies overlap. 

It is so brief and so faint, but Jimin's fingertips fall right into Yoongi's energy, passing through the side of his hand. All of his energy tingles, from his fingertips to his toes, and he drops the ball entirely when he realizes Jimin must have felt something, as well. 

This time, when Jimin gazes right in his direction, Yoongi has to fight the urge to materialize on the spot and make his presence known. In the past, when he has been particularly moody about guests in his home, he has materialized just to scare the shit out of them. That is one of the reasons his old home has such a reputation for being haunted, almost a decade later. 

Jimin's lips part as if he is about to say something, when Taehyung asks, "Jimin? Are you okay?"

In a blink, Jimin clears his throat and says, "Yeah, sorry. Thought I felt something."

"Okay, well," Jeongguk complains impatiently, "pick it up again."

Jimin sighs but smiles, shaking his head slightly as his gaze passes over Yoongi again and then returns to the ball. He holds his hands out and pretends to concentrate, and Yoongi reaches out and picks up the ball. 

A bright flash fills the space, making Yoongi drop the ball while Jimin heavily blinks and frowns, looking up at his friends. 

"I got it!" Jeongguk cheers. "Proof that Jimin is Jean Grey!" 

"You can hardly tell the ball is even lifted," Taehyung bickers. "From the angle it looks like it could still be on the floor."

While the two of them argue, Jimin continues to search the space. He holds out his hand, palm facing Yoongi, and without giving it any thought, Yoongi returns the gesture by holding his hand up and ever so slightly touching their palms together. 

"Heol," Jimin mutters, eyes widening. "I knew it."

The other two continue to bicker while Jimin sits and stares, smile slowly creeping over his face. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be aching. All he wants is to say something back or materialize fully and let Jimin see him. But what kind of a relationship could be had between a human trespasser and a ghost who refuses to leave his own home?

"Jimin-ssi!" Jeongguk shouts, "we have to do it again. I need a better picture."

"We are not taking another picture," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, I am not Jean Grey."

As the three friends argue, Yoongi stays squatted, eyes trailing from Jimin to the ball. He feels a deep, overwhelming sadness that has only compounded in the years since his death. Loneliness. Grief. But he also feels happy. Although he knows it would not be a good idea for Jimin to see him, he thinks that it is okay if he lets Jimin feel him a little more. 

"Just do it one more time!" Jeongguk insists. 

"No pictures," Jimin responds, to which Jeongguk quickly adds, "My phone is in my pocket!"

Jimin sighs, Yoongi sighs, and they both reach for the ball. 

"Are you ready, ghost friend?" Jimin asks so quietly that Yoongi wonders if he may have misheard. 

But he knows he has not misheard because Jimin stares right at him – right through him – with a smile. If Yoongi had a heart, it would be soaring.

Ghost friend. Yoongi likes the sound of that. 

happy halloweeeen!!! 🎃👻🍂

i hope you enjoy this little drabble! i have a few more on the way. submissions for this event are closed, but i hope to do it again, next year!!!

reblogs and comments keep me writing, and likes make my day bright!!! thank you for reading! i love you!

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Ghost Friend is copyright theharrowing 2023. no translations or reposting allowed!

[osatokun]

plz buy my commishes, support your local Ghost! 👻

Been unable to draw for the last couple of weeks but I'm getting back to work now

Also go leave a like on the last picture of Glinda! i think she turned out very pretty..maybe you want a reference like that too?

And, I finally have a date for my kitty's surgery, after a whole summer of healing. It's going to be in the second half of November..so nervous already

Aand we have to temporary change place of our vtm game, as couple of characters left for a half of the year or so. So Charlie, his wife, his cat son and his newly adopted fae will travel to London! I'm scared a bit. I feel like I have to know a lot. Play good. Be a good example of the clan I choose. Be fast and very clever. Do not let my family get hurt (its hard).I collected so much Cairo names, information, conspiracies I wont be able to use now.. I'm so slow and I have to start from the scratch. Ahhhhh

I do not know anything about london. Time to educate myself while I'm waiting for the DM to prepare his new masterpiece

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 28th January ✨

Hours of data collection 😤👎 Hours of data collection with audio drama 🤭🫶

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E2) If I had a ghost in my life, I’d want what Gemma and Micah have 🥺 I really hate this back and forth between Leo and Frank! HEY! Frank! That’s ~my~ Leo to be fond of, not yours! I’m so excited to catch up with Julia and Riley next week! 

🦀 @thesiltverses (38) Oh my god, what an incredible episode! The exploration of a dementia-like process as being stalked by a god of death - PLEASE. The sound design was fantastic, I felt like I could really see the surroundings - the encroaching woods, the smudged prayer marks on the floor, the murky silt of the river - it was a beautiful experience. And I wish I could show you my face when I heard that Faulkner had got his testosterone from the CHURCH. NO! No no no. The manipulation! Show me a character in this show that isn’t so supremely messed up!! I want to help them all 😭

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (10) Another lovely instalment from my favourite wholesome sci-fi show. I couldn’t agree more with the description of home-sickness, you truly can’t predict what will set off the pangs for home! 

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum (INEVITABLE) I have been hanging off the edge of my seat waiting to find out what would happen with the Beast. I love Not Eagle popping up as a contradictory voice and ATG’s completely cool, calm and collected response to it. I’m so unsure about the HoRestoration taking the Beast in . . . I used to trust her but after these cards . . . I’m less sure. 

🌨️ @thewhitevault (6) I feel like I need to listen to this episode again to really let that Family timeline stick in my mind. Everything seems to be ramping up in Goshawk, and I suspected that there might be a few more unexpected, unwelcome guests soon! 

❤️‍🔥 The Love Talker (7) This episode took us back in time to fill in some of the blanks regarding the main characters’ pasts. It’s very interesting to see how different Ren’s ability seems from the outside - it makes you wonder how it’s taken her so long to realise that the affect she has on people isn’t ‘normal’?? Is she a victim or a monster? I suspect it's gonna be both. 

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E7) Ooooh!! I was wondering when we’d get the answer regarding why Jasmine/Olivia was seen in that truck in Scarlet’s memory in S1!!! I feel like I need to go back and listen to their first encounter again to see if there’s any glimmer of a sign that Scarlet remembered her! The way Orange describes his variance sounds like a bit of a curse - but I have faith that he can do some good with it before the end of the season!! 

🍾 I finished S2 of @ameliapodcast and it was so much fun! I loved the reveal that Amelia is a real, living person with an active role in the Project and I love that it’s Julia Morizawa! 

🌫️ @souloperatorpod (2) I’ll be honest, I don’t really have a solid grasp on what’s happening here yet but the writing is very compelling, and I adore the music! I’m looking forward for the fog to lift a little! 

♦️The Grotto (4) I went into this episode forewarned but definitely not forearmed… goddamn. Can I have a new episode soon, please? 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (3) .jmj error HM? REALLY. I really am hoping that this will end with our TMA faves hopping out of the computers but I would also be satisfied with an explanation that whatever this thing is has listened to them read so many statements that it’s taken their voices, if nothing else… Also, I love Colin - it’s so rare that a piece of media gives us a character who is sooo batshit right from the word go. I love him. He’s 1000% going to die. 

Hoping for a good week for everyone!!

[just-a-ghost00]

About yours truthfully 👻

Names you can call me by : Ghost / Wolfie Date of birth : 28.10.1996 ♏ | year of the 🐀 Nationality : French

Facts :

I have two younger sisters, no pets and when I don't have free time, I'm teaching cutiepatooties everything they should know to access further education.

I started taking interests in tarot around 2017 if I remember correctly. I had always been drawn to it but a certain "relationship" lead me to tarot readings.

Aside tarot, my hobbies are : drawing, painting, reading, writing, baking, travelling, collecting useless stuff "just in case".

In terms of musical tastes, I listen to various genres. Metal and rock remain my favorite and the genres I always go back to no matter what.

My first ever concert was of some random French artist I saw with my parents as I child, during the Summer at L'Armada (a convention about boats and sailing that was held by the Seine). My most recent concert was at Japan Expo where I discovered an artist named UK.

Some places/countries I've traveled to : Paris, Germany (Dortmund, München) and Austria (Salzburg), Wales, Roma.

Countries I'd like to go to : Japan, South Korea, Australia, Egypt, Greece

A list of thing I can't live without : coffee, chocolate, music.

A list of things I never thought I'd do but did : travel to Roma, feature in some random guy's song, become a teacher, write an unpublished "book" with my highschool best friend, be a tarot reader.

A list of things I dream of doing : learning how to dance, speaking fluent Japanese and Korean, helping in building a school or a shelter, being influent enough to raise awareness about certain causes dear to my heart, creating something meaningful whether it be a book, a song or a humanitarian organization.

[grimalkinmessor]

Can I ask multiple ones? :D

💌💘👻

Ghost is for death note mostly, cause that’s the one we share, but any fandom you like would be interesting too ^v^

HELLO MY DEAREST DARLING MOON WHY AREN'T YOU IN BED 🫵🌙✨

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Ohhh lots!! I love the Defiant Captive trope the best (ig you could also dub that one yandere...? they tend to go hand in hand), but I also really love writing Identity Porn, Soulmates, and Time Travel 💕 Unfortunately I don't actually get to write Identity Porn or Soulmates that often, I just don't have many concrete ideas for them ajsvskfbd 😭 Brain said "VIBES" and then peaced out lmao

OH—and I also really love writing the Feral Homeless Teen trope :D Idk, there's just something about a tired teen looking at their situation and going "FUCK that I'm outta here I can take better care of me than you can" that is near and dear to my heart 💕 And while yes, found family does tend to go hand in hand with this one, I like it more when it doesn't. When they prove that they CAN do it on their own (yes, even if they shouldn't have to), it just satiates that spiteful little beast in me that hates woobification.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

I'm not...actually sure lmao. A year ago I would've said "Angst, all the way", but I've come to think that I just like writing angst more, not that it's easier. There's more substance in angst, which, while typically more fun, does tend to make it more difficult to write lol. So idrk!

👻 What is your wildest headcanon? (Death Note specific)

BESTIE I HAVE SO MANY WEIRD ASS DEATH NOTE HEADCANONS LMAO IDK WHERE TO START

The wildest one though would probably be either Sexual-Assault Survivor Light, or Near demanding to be put in Mello's coffin when he dies. I think both of those are pretty extreme but different degrees of wild lmao. Though there's definitely probably a spot in there for my Ryuk Used To Be Human & Also An Arsonist and my Beyond Was Kept In Wammy's Basement headcanons :3

[marmotish]

🎄👻 Duncan SQ 👻🎄

Part 5. The Meeting

It’s a widely held belief that ghosts are merely an imprint of the individual’s soul, an echo of a life that once was. How was it then, that that he was feeling with such intensity? If he really was just some pale imitation of himself, then why did the sight of her bring all these previously simmering emotions and memories to the surface, rising with such rapid force that he felt as if he were choking on them?

An older woman was standing a safe distance away from where Freyja was crouched before Duncan’s grave. There she was, about six feet away, after being separated from him for about 10 years.

10 years it had been since he had seen her with his own eyes. 10 years, and yet he was still unprepared to deal with the flood of emotions that came with coming face to face with perhaps the most beloved person in his life.

And death.

His eyes were transfixed, taking in every detail of her face. Her face, which was at once familiar and almost forgotten. The crinkles around her eyes on full display as she squinted at his travel companion with a confused frown on her face. Her short wavy blonde-grey hair framed her face in much the same way as it did the last time he saw her. Her favourite and now faded maroon coat was wrapped tightly around her, cinched in around the waist with its belt. The umbrella she held, was the same one that she used to shelter him with all those years ago. 

But it was what he couldn’t feel that hurt the most. The way she smelled faintly of her rose-scented soap and those caramel sweets she always used to carry in her handbag. How she used to sweep him up in her arms and hold him tight, saying she would never let go...

It was all he could do to try and stop himself from –

----

Duncan’s grandmother – !

Freyja stood up quickly, an act that put the older woman a little on edge. She gripped her umbrella a little more tightly than was strictly necessary, taking a step back from the young witch.

“Gran!”

A flash of silvery-grey flew in a blur out of Freyja’s peripheral vision. All she could was watch, her body only milliseconds behind what her mind was grasping from the scene rapidly unfolding before her - as Duncan flung himself towards the woman in what appeared to be an ill-advised attempt to hug her. All too late.

Shit!

“No don’t -!” Freyja lunged forwards, reaching out in vain as Duncan inevitably flew right through the poor lady.

“Sweet Jesus!” she blurted out, staggering back and flinging her bouquet of flowers off to the side. Once the cold had passed, she hugged herself tightly. Breathing a little more rapidly, she began looking around for the source of the icy chill that she just felt.

Freyja dropped her hand by her side, it was too late now. Her eyes flicked between Duncan and his grandmother. A fine mess they’d landed themselves in now. They’d never discussed the possibility that she might actually end up interacting with his grandmother.

And now that it had happened, Freyja had no idea how to proceed. Duncan had said from the beginning that he only wanted to see that his grandma was okay, and then they could get out and back to Hogwarts. She tried to catch Duncan’s eye to attempt a “let’s get out of here” look, but she was of no interest to him at this point.

The older woman had stopped hugging herself by now, but she looked no less on edge. She was now eyeing Freyja with suspicion, as though she were the one responsible for the strange unearthly cold she’d just felt.

“I’ve not seen you any place before,” she said, maintaining the distance between them.

Freyja looked warily at the umbrella now gripped tightly in the woman’s right hand, not entirely sure that it wouldn’t be weaponised against her. Now was not the time to receive a beating from a pensioner. 

Meanwhile, Duncan remained hovering between his grandmother and Freyja, eyes not leaving his grandmother’s face. Freyja was acutely aware of him muttering something, supposedly to his grandmother. This made paying attention to what his grandmother was saying difficult, in addition to being unable to see her properly through the haze of Duncan’s ghostly form.

“Ehm, no.” Freyja began, hesitating before she spoke again. “Am just... travelling in the area.”

“And you chose to come here,” The lady doesn’t look convinced. “to stare at my grandson’s grave?”

Despite being at least a head shorter than Freyja, she commanded a strong presence. This was a woman who had gone through a great deal in life, deserving of respect.

Several feeble excuses floated around the edges of Freyja’s mind, none of them making their way to her mouth. Perhaps in remaining silent she could lose this line of conversation.

When she received no answer, the woman pressed on. “Travelling with anyone else? Wee bit young to be on your own ...”

Freyja flicked her gaze momentarily towards Duncan, but merely shrugged in reply. Choosing to remain evasive would hopefully let her slide out of this conversation and get the hell out of there. While being upfront and honest about her reasons for being there wouldn’t be in breach of the Statute of Secrecy, what exactly could she say?

I’m here with the ghost of your grandson because he wanted to see you were okay?

As the seconds dragged on, she began questioning her own reasons for coming here. What exactly was she doing here? What was she proving to anyone?  

The sun was already going down, the larger headstones casting long shadows along the ground. From the corner of her eye, Freyja watched the guard tower, hearing the distant sound of a patrol helicopter.

“I have to go.” Freyja turned on her heel and made to escape the situation as quickly as possible.

“Now hang on a second!”

Freyja stopped in her tracks. She turned her head back slowly, watching the lady walk up to her. She stopped a few paces in front of her. “You remind me of someone.. what was his name…”

A carefully neutral expression was on Freyja’s face, but she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. She felt her breathing deepen, quicken, doing her best to suppress it. She watched the lady’s eyes scrutinise her, scanning her from head to toe.

“Not a lot of wains out there with silver hair, you know.”

Freyja hurriedly shoved as much of her hair as she could back under her hat, a habit that she had long gotten rid of. It had been more than 10 years since she had felt the need to hide such a distinguishing trait. Once she got a little older, it was easy to play it off like just another teen experimenting with hair colour. I should’ve used colovaria…

“My Duncan had a friend, a lad he went to boarding school with.” She went on, giving Freyja a meaningful look. “Looked a lot like you.”

Freyja’s eyes widened at this statement. “You mean Jacob?”

[fluffy-ami]

If you still doing HCs i’d like to humbly request headcannons for Hu tao and Yae Miko

A/N: YOOOOOO#+-$#@& of course I'm still writing them whenever I have time, friend! I can't even imagine how many times I'm gonna die while writing these, but anyways, I am now alive-

Yae Miko 🌸

Oh lord save me

Well, let's start with Yae as a ler (i am weak)

I think that we can all silently agree that, if she decides to tickle literally anyone, then it's just non-stop teasing-✋🏻

Ei, traveller, Gorou, Sara, literally anyone she's familiar with? Miko doesn't care who you are lmao, she will find your worst spots and you will be destroyed. But not before she's studied all the person's small reactions, the looks on their face at the mention of The Thing, so that she's sure that it doesn't make them scared or nervous in a bad sense. Once Yae makes sure that you don't mind this kind of physical contact, she strikes and after that she'll never let you live that down-

It doesn't matter who her travelling companions are, she's definitely the tickle monster in any group. You know, The Look™, the naiLSSSsss, the electro vision, it all just makes the perfect ler formula and I'm living for it

She's very laid back, both while chasing someone and while being chased, because in the end it's Yae who always decides how to end the chase, it depends on her mood if she's on the recieving end. If she trusts the person enough, she will let them catch her and have their fun for a little bit, but once they're done, Miko will retaliate immediately

“Hm? Where do you think you're going, honey? My little kitsune spirits are hungry for some adorable laughter, they're going to get you~”

But fr tho, the fact that she's electro makes it all so much worse (in a good sense). Using tiny electro shocks while tracing random shapes on your tummy with her nails... 💀

Also, that fluffy pink kitsune tail? If you're sensitive to fluffy things, it's an absolute death, and she would definitely use it to turn you into a giggly puddle-

Miko as a lee tho? She literally doesn't care on what end she's on, she will tease you back with her look and with her playful little threats until you're a blushy mess. And if she becomes “bored” and manages to get out, you better run honey, you better run as fast as you can 💀

As for her worst spots... I'd say Yae is most ticklish on her underarms and belly (ayo don't look at me i don't make the rules ok-), also I think that her fluffy fox ears are pretty ticklish. And her ankles. She just looks like she's ticklish there-

Hu Tao 👻

If the Funeral parlor director finds out you're ticklish... run for your life lol 💀

Hu Tao is definitely the type to dish out surprise tickle attacks or chase her poor victims down while teasing them playfully (“The evil spirit is gonna getcha!~”) in the process, it depends on the person she's planning to attack

Ah, yes, about that. Hu Tao tickles a lot of people. And by that I mean a lot. Zhongli, Xiao, Xiangling, Chongyun, Xingqiu, Xinyan, and Lumine/Aether are her most common victims (she also probably tried to get Qiqi at least once to find her tickle spots akhdjs-), but of course, if she starts travelling and meets new people, they better watch out bro ಠ⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಠ"""

And you can't tell me that she doesn't ✨absolutely love✨ playing “Hide and Tickle”, and of course Tao uses her little ghost friend for the better effect! She just finds it very amusing when her friends' surprised shrieks quickly dissolve into sweet giggles once she attacks from behind <3

Also likes giving cheer-up tickles to her companions! She's very gentle while doing it, just a few giggles is enough for her, because Hu Tao doesn't want the tickles to become overwhelming.

“Awwwh, does our little grumpy pants not want to talk to others all of sudden? Alright then, let's use my special technique! Just so you know, I'll keep going until you tell me what happened~”

Worst spots? Bro, get the ✨thighs✨ bro. Like, you can't tell me they're not insanely tickish, especially the soft inner part. Also the sides of her knees (like, just sorta massage there with your fingers and she'll give you the sweetest giggles aah-💖) and maybe ribs!

She's definitely a kicker. Hu Tao doesn't squirm around all that much, but she kicks a lot to make the tickles less overwhelming! That's why going after her worst spots may result in an accidental injury to the attacker's poor beautiful face-

I think she snorts a lot when she's laughing too hard! Well, she finds it a little embarrassing, but it's actually adorable-

A/N: I guess that's all for now! Finally back to posting occasionally, so let's hope it's not the last thing I'll post in 2023 lmao 💀

Anyways, thanks for the request, and I hope you're having a great day! 🌸✨

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

The 3 emoji prompts Masterpost

Rules: send me 3 emojis and I will write you a ficlet based off them.

Current status: requests closed

Estimated date for round 3: June 16th

Round One - April 16th

🪷🐇🌕 - lotus, bunny, moon -> Wei Wuxian tells A-Yuan a story from the Lotus Pier

🍓🐞💦 - strawberry, ladybug, water droplets -> the juniors go to a strawberry orchard after a night hunt

🎶🦷🐉 - music notes, tooth/teeth, dragon -> Wei Wuxian has questions from DragonJi

💀😈💋 - skull, smile demon, kiss -> Wei Wuxian laments about not having been a stereotypical villain. Lan Wangji is very into it.

🌠💞🌶️ - shooting star, hearts, red pepper/chili -> WangXian stargaze

🗡️ 🍵 🌨️ - sword, tea, snowstorm -> Wei Wuxian worries about his husband travelling in the cold

🍷🔥👀 - wine, fire, eyes/staring -> Wei Wuxian goes to the markets and brings Lan Wangji gifts

🃏🪭🦂 - joker, fan, scorpion -> Nie Huaisang asks Jin Guangyao to play a childhood game he and Nie Mingjue invented

🌈🍹🎆 - rainbow, cocktail, fireworks -> the rain ruins WangXian's beach day... or not

😄😁😣 - smiling, grinning, scrunched up -> Jingyi goes on a rollercoaster for a bet and wins

🌂⛈️🤝 - umbrella, rainstorm, shaking hands -> WangXian try to share an umbrella. It goes better than expected.

🥰🔁🔙 - in love, repeat, back -> WangXian talk about time loops

🎻🎸💋 - violin, electric guitar, kiss -> WangXian musician AU

❤💀👼 - heart, skull, angel -> WangXian play with a ghost girl

🐴🏔️🪕 - horse, mountain, banjo -> Little Apple doesn't like banjos.

♻️💀🌱 - recycle, skull, plant -> A-Yuan's plant dies and Wei Ying uses it as a teaching moment

🎨💔🐇 - paint palette, broken heart, bunnies -> Wei Ying goes painting in nature

💇🍨☄️ - haircut, ice cream, meteor -> WangXian spend the end of the world together

👨‍👩‍👧🍛🌅 - family, soup, sunset -> Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan and Jin Ling spend an evening together

🪞⛸️🔦 - mirror, ice skate, flashlight -> WangXian ice skating AU

🧟🛁🍜 - zombie, bath, meal -> Wen Ning receives a spa day for his birthday

:3c ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) -> the juniors talk about summoning demons

🦇 🐐 🍭 - bat, goat, lollipop! -> the juniors go to a Halloween party

🧋🍂🔑 - boba tea, leaves, key -> WangXian meet-cute as retold by Wei Ying to his bestie Wen Qing

🔥🩺💐 - fire, stethoscope, flowers -> Lan Wangji buys his son and his husband gifts. He never delivers them.

𐂂⚡🪢 - stag, lightning bolt, thread -> Ouyang Zizhen tells his friends an old legend from his sect

Total: 26 ficlets!

Round Two: May 4th

🌸🫶🏼🧑🏻‍🍼 (cherry blossom, hands forming a heart, person feeding a baby) -> WangXian adopt a little girl

🙏 📓🖖(praying hands, notebook, Vulcan salute) -> Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen try to cheat on senior Wei's talisman theory exam

🥀🔆💋 (wilting flower, sun, kiss) -> A-Yuan gifts Lan Wangji flowers

⛈️🧎🌄 (thunder storm, kneeling person, sunrise over mountains) -> Lan Wangji tells Madam Lan he's getting married

❄️🌡️🍲 (snowflake, thermometer, soup) -> Wei Ying takes care of his sick husband

⛸️🧋🌅 (ice skate, boba tea, sunset at the beach) -> WangXian take a romantic walk down the beach

☠️🏹⛓️ (skull, bow and arrow, chains) -> Wen Ning visits the old training grounds in Qishan

👻💥🍀 (ghost, explosion, lucky clover) -> lucky clovers grow in the Burial Mounds after the First Siege

💢👊👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 (Angry symbol, an oncoming fist, and two men kissing with a heart) -> someone fucks around and Lan Wangji helps him find out

👻💔♾️ (ghost, broken heart, ‘infinity/eternity/forever’) -> Wei Wuxian reaches immortality but not the way he wanted

🫂💘👁 (hug, a arrow heart and an eye) -> Lan Wangji watches Wei Wuxian work

🏳️‍⚧️♨️🌌 (trans flag, heat/steam, galaxy/night sky) -> Wei Wuxian understands something about Mo Xuanyu's identity

🏮🏵️⚔️ (lantern, flower, swords) -> WangXian walk into a bar...

🍷🏩🌆 (wine, love hotel, evening) -> WangXian spend a romantic, horny night in a love hotel

☠️💄⚔️ (skull, lipstick, crossed swords) -> Wei Wuxian buys makeup for a disguise

🐇🎶😴 (bunny, music notes, sleeping emoji) -> Wei Wuxian asks his husband to recount memories of little A-Yuan that he missed

❤️🛣️🐈 (heart, road, cat) -> Wei Wuxian brings home a stray kitten

🚒 🐳 🐇 (firetruck, whale, bunny) -> a day at the juniors' kindergarten

🍶🌶️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 (wine, chili, two men kissing) -> Wei Wuxian misses his husband so much

🌾🪺🏯 (wheat, bird's nest, Chinese palace) -> Emperor Lan Wangji and his son fall in love at first sight

🤓🫦🥰 (emoji wearing glasses, lip bite, emoji surrounded by hearts) -> Lan Wangji gets glasses and Wei Ying reacts about it

Total: 21 ficlets