#and i guess slightly more ghosty

[qsmprambling]

I am only seeing it in clips, but the trip to old spawn is just reaffirming my feeling that the cost of moving to the new spawn far outweighs the benefit...

[aliidarling]

im preying on you tonight

GHOSTFACE x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary; you’re at a haunted house and have a bad experience with these annoying scare actors 🙄

warnings: blood and gore, smut, p in v, non con, rough sex, no protection, fondling, fingering, creampie, penetration, mean ghostie, size kink, intended dacryphillia

meant so you can imagine any male ghostface :)

nsfw content below !!

this time of the year was always gloomy and dark, the forest air foggy and limiting the man’s view. his mask didn’t allow him much access anyways, but all these branches hitting him in the face as he ran wasn’t the best either.

he could hear the girls loud crying from in front of him, her wheezing and low coughing. he had to hand it to her, she was managing to still run away from him with stab wounds and several scratches. some of his victims gave up immediately the second they saw his shrieked expression, but no, not this girl. he was slightly amused by it, but also annoyed.

this dumb blonde had somehow managed to drag him all the way into this forest, dirtying his robe. he swore, he could feel the splinters pricking at his skin. her screaming for help didn’t help his annoyance either.

in the distance he caught a glance of a large amusement park, the trees slowly moving out of the way and showing the night sky more clearly. the wind blew, the loud music becoming more and more clear. the girl noticed as well and started to run towards the open gate. he tsk’d under his breath, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, before continuing his sprint. he tucks his knife into his robe and looks at where the girl is headed.

straight towards a haunted house. a tall, black house with gothic exterior and cobwebs decorating the windows. he could see the led lights from the front, the large sign with all the information written down on it.

anger washed over him as the girl ran into the house through the back door, leaving her bloody trail behind her. why was his job so hard? this girl should of dropped dead minutes ago. adrenaline was a silly thing.

at the front of the haunted house, you stood gazing at the sign with an unsure expression. you had come here with friends a few hours back, all dressed up in cute little halloween outfits in celebration of the spooky holiday. but not even a hour in everyone split up and left you all alone. what a shitty friend group.

to your left you caught a glimpse of a figure running into the back of the haunted house. you frowned and took a peek, watching as a dark robe followed in after her in a hurried manner. weird.

anyways, the sign said admission fee was seven dollars. wasn’t too bad, you guessed. you hesitantly handed the employee a ten dollar bill and waltzed in.

the inside was dark with a fog machine taking up the hallways, giving it an eerie aura. the lace curtains, the dark furniture, the tall paintings of people you had never seen before— this seemed like an actual house more then a haunted one. it was all part of the gig, right?

you wandered into the kitchen, only to get jumpscared by a scare actor that was almost twice your size. he was dressed as a beast, hiding in the corner. with a scream, he pounced at you and caused you to stumble back and drop your soda all over your top. gasping for air, you looked up at him with a pissed off expression, fingers trembling.

the man stared at you for a few seconds with an unsure look, before shrugging and shuffling into the darkness once again, looking for another unsuspecting victim to scare.

“great, just great.” you mutter bitterly to yourself. you sigh tiredly and throw your empty bottle into the garbage, patting some droplets off your top.

you were dorothy for halloween, matching with the rest of your friend group. you were all fairy tale characters. …a more slutty version of them, that is. you had on a blue plaid dress that stopped at your mid thigh, red flats, with your hair styled with cute bows keeping it in messy pigtails.

your pretty blue dress was now covered in soda though, so that wasn’t the greatest. you took another minute to look around the kitchen, flinching at a spider that you realized was fake after a minute, almost slipping on some cobwebs, before shrieking when another scare actor dressed as a bloody bride came out of nowhere.

today was not your day, not in the slightest.

"AAAAH!" a sudden scream from the hallway catches your attention. you shriek and turn quickly, blinking for a moment before shuffling forward and creeping into the door that leads to the hallway. there's a blood trail on the floor that leads to the staircase. that must mean the haunted house wants you to follow it, right? is this one of those haunted houses that has a specific pathway so you can experience every part? probably.

"mmmm, okay." you say to yourself, shrugging and following it up the stairs. it's slippery. you cringe and reluctantly look around the upstairs. scary music plays obnoxiously loud in the background, the lights flickering to give a mysterious feeling and a creepy edge. it's working. working too well.

a door slams to your left and you flinch, looking in that direction immediately. you see the same black robe flash in the distance, the same robe you've seen already. what a committed scare actor. was he targeting you? or were you just witnessing him scaring his other victims?

"SOMEONE! HELP ME!" a girly shriek resonates from said room. you blink dumbly for a moment, looking at the other doors that have cobwebs and poorly drawn blood platters on them, some doors having signs on them. one sign said “danger ahead!” and another said “beware of ghosts!”.

after a moment of thinking you slowly walked down the hallway into the dark room, looking around in surprise. it was a media room that was completely wrecked. the couch had its fabric ripped with stab marks all over it, blood marks, and some stuffing spilling out of it. the table was thrown onto its side with the glass vase shattered.

at the end of a room was a large door with decor hanging off it. you stepped forward and opened it slowly, blinking in surprise as you were immediately met with a reflection of yourself. your lips parted in awe as you realized it was a mirror maze. what creeped you out was the bloody hand marks on the mirrors. this haunted house was very realistic. you didn’t like it.

you walked forward, only to immediately head butt into a mirror. you blinked rapidly in shock and looked around, patting your surroundings and trying to find the pathway to the exit. another long minute passes as you pat the wall, letting it lead you deeper and deeper into the maze.

someway through your little adventure someone suddenly rams into you, making you shriek and give the mirror in front of you another headbutt. she gasps and curls into you, tugging at your clothing and crying out annoyingly loud.

"okay buddy, i don't think scare actors are supposed to get physical-" you grumble, swatting at her clammy hands. she cries and cries, blood all over her clothing and her face covered in tears.

"please! please! h-he's chasing me a-and i-i"m so s-scared and i don't want to d-die—" her voice cracks a dozen times as she sobs into your chest, pulling you closer and closer until you both are pressed together like lovers. you squirm in discomfort, not liking how personal she was getting. you were pretty sure scare actors weren't supposed to cross boundaries like this.

"okay, please get off me." you hiss sharply, gently pushing her away. she sobs more and shakes her head, silently begging you to listen to her. she can barely utter out any words, limping in pain with several stab wounds under her clothing.

she pales as she looks behind you. you turn hesitantly, not wanting to turn your back to this crazy lady. you see the reflection of a shrieked mask, making you flinch and hug the girl in your arms.

“okay, uhm, you guys are very good at your job—“ you chuckle nervously, hugging the girl tightly. she was shorter then you, her head tucked into your chest. she was trembling so much. you frowned.

“are you.. okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“he STABBED me!” she shrieks, aggressively tugging at your hands and showing you her stomach. right there laid a gigantic bloody wound, blood dripping down onto her skirt. your face paled even more and you stood there like an idiot, face to face with this girl who had a gigantic stab mark.

“o-okay— okay— let’s get, let’s get out of here? okay? you’re safe with me,” you shush her gently, helping her walk as you hurriedly pull her alongside you. you lead her to the entrance of the maze, backtracking your pathway. you mostly just followed the bloody hand marks from earlier, though.

the next few minutes is a blur. you’re helping her down the stairs, she’s crying and hyperventilating, you’re freaking out because the blood is looking too real and the creepy music in the background isn’t helping. your heart is pounding and you don’t know what to do.

as you help her down the stairs, she grasps onto your shirt with a terrified look, tugging you. “h-he’s following us!” she screeches. you blink at her for a moment, frowning in fear and not looking where you’re stepping. you open your mouth to respond to her, only to step on air. you send the both of you stumbling down, a scream leaving her as the hard wood digs into her wounds.

you gasp sharply, squinting your eyes to clear your blurry vision. you turn to your side to check on the terrified blonde, only to gape in shock at the sight of her limp on the floor. her eyes are lazily fluttering open and shut, the blood from her gut spilling out. the impact had made her wound deeper and probably set her on the waiting list for the afterlife. and it was all your fault.

“h-hey— hey- hey—“ you choke out, getting up and hurrying to her, patting her face and trying to get her to respond. your hands are full of blood as you inhale deeply, your heart about to jump out of your chest. she looks up at you with all the strength she has, lips moving weakly.

"b..behind you." she whispers.

your heart stops. you blink down at her pale face and slowly peek over your shoulder. down the hall is a tall man in a robe, a white glowing mask on his head. the fog surrounds him as he tilts his head at you, silently watching. you couldn’t see his eyes but goosebumps immediately spread all over your body, making you squirm in discomfort. he didn’t look like a scare actor. no, he looked like the black blur you’ve been seeing all day.

his hunting knife was covered in blood, and that was all you needed to know before you broke out into a sprint in the opposite direction of him. the hallways were closing in on you as you rushed down towards the back door, the screams of the girl echoing throughout the house. you could hear the knife slashing at her, making your eyes water in fear.

you didn’t want to die. no, you were too young! too pretty, too kind, too— you hadn’t even graduated yet. you still wanted to earn your bachelor's, go out on more dates, and get more friends. but no, you couldn’t anymore, because you were about to get butchered by some psycho in a halloween costume.

your sweaty hands pulled and tugged at the door handle, blinking away the tears. you sniffled, your heart somehow dropping further down into your stomach as the door didn’t budge.

“awww, no no sweetie, you’re stuck in here with me. they already shut down the entire park.” you hear his menacing voice coo from behind you. it was dark and deep, a mockingly soothing tone. maybe it would of lulled you to sleep in any other situation. it sends shivers down your spine and a hiccup leaves your throat.

“who are you? why are you doing this?” you mumble hesitantly, your voice small in the gigantic house. he tsk’s at you, waving his knife in a wagging motion at you.

“no, you don’t get to ask questions, sweetheart. you’re a dumb little bitch who got involved in things that didn’t concern her.” he growls darkly, stepping closer and closer. you back to your left and rush behind the couch, shaking. he laughs at your pathetic attempt at getting something in between you two.

“why would you kill her?! is this some sick prank?!” you snap, some tears streaming down your face as he simply shrugs. shrugs.

“what the fuck.” you whisper at him, the sight of her blood all over him making you sick to your stomach. as if you could drop to your knees and vomit. you might, actually.

before you can react, he jumps over the couch and grabs you. you scream as he shoves you face first into the couch, quickly straddling your body. you thrash underneath him, sobbing and shaking your head, letting out incoherent mess of please don’t kill me and i’ll do anything. he’s slightly annoyed by how loud you are. should be cut your vocal records so you don’t gain attention? but then again, no one is near by. no one to hear your pretty screams except him.

his heavy knife glides alongside your spine, his hand only applying light pressure. you hear the sound of your dress getting ripped and more tears slip, your lips quivering as you squeeze your eyes shut. you shiver as the cold air brushes against your back, the back of your bra being revealed to him. what a day to wear your favorite set, right?

“look at you, dressed like a god damn slut. you wanted this, didn’t you?” he hissed, hooking one of his fingers underneath the clasp and snapping it against your skin. he chuckled lightly at your girly squeak. your hands squirm some more and he huffs in annoyance, grabbing them and shoving them above your head.

“keep them right there, got it? you move them and i’ll cut your wrists open, stupid girl.” he bonks the back of your head hard. you yelp and nod, shaking as you hold your hands together tightly above your head just as he asked. more soft cries leave you as he pulls the back of your dress further apart, goosebumps all over your porcelain skin.

“why are you doing this?” you force the words out of your throat, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. it might be blood.

“because i can.” he hums simply, running his fingers down your spine. his hands unclasp your bra and slip it off your body, and you squirm as your nipples press against the scratchy fabric of your dress. you quietly mewl into the couch.

“you don’t need to do this. i-i have money— not much, but i have some,” you beg desperately, trembling as his large body presses you more into the cushion. you felt like you were getting suffocated. you were so overwhelmed and scared, covered in blood and getting stripped down by the reason.

“you think i need your money?” he scoffs, shoving his hands uder your chest and groping your breasts. you squeal hard as he meanly fondles and squeezes them, his large hands covering a lot. his fingers pinch your nipples, causing you to whine loudly into the couch. you can’t help that they harden right away, your body becoming more sensitive to his touch. moans start to slip from your throat as you feel his knee lodge itself between your thighs.

he roughly grinds his jeans fabric against your panties, your skirt lifted and showing the lewd sight of the thin fabric sticking to your messy cunt. the denim material of his jeans is rough and hard, applying a good enough amount of friction to lubricate you further.

little moans leave you involuntarily, trying your best to muffle them by biting down on your bottom lip. your thighs squirm and attempt to close, but it only ends up trapping the man’s knee against your pussy. more rubbing has you crying and moaning, subtly grinding your pussy back onto him. he, of course, notices and swats the back of your head again, your moans stuttering.

“look at you, getting off on this shit.” he whispers into your ear, leaning down so his chest is against your back, his mask is pressing against your head. his hands don’t stop their assault on your breasts, marking them up with hard pinches and twisting your nipples until you're begging him to let go. “i didn’t expect you to be such a down bad slut.” he sneers.

“s-shut up..” you sniffle, your voice muffled and your body covered entirely by his robe. if someone walked in they’d see a small girl getting completely smothered by some dude in a halloween costume. this couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

"s-shut up." he mocks in a high-pitched voice, giving an extra harsh twist to your nipple. he gets harder at the sound of your pained cry. he smiles creepily under the mask as he presses his large hand to your panties, rubbing your clit through the thin soaked material. your body squirms at the feeling of having your sensitive core played with, rubbing your wet face against the cushion in a weak attempt to wipe your tears.

"dont touch me— no, not there- stop!" you gasp desperately, whimpering into the cold air as he keeps rubbing your clit and touching you right where it feels so good. the savory sensation had your lips parting subconsciously and your thighs inching away from each other. you're ashamed of the way you're enjoying this, how you're begging in your head for him to slide his fingers nice and deep.

"i can feel how wet you are, damn. you must really want me to ruin this little cunt of yours, huh? gonna beg?" he sniggered, sliding his fingers underneath and letting the small brush of his middle and ring finger against your hole be all you feel. his eyes are burning through the back of your head, inhaling each movement and sound you make, analyzing your reactions and how you take his touch.

"m'not gonna beg. i'll gonna beg for you to get your dirty ass hands off me—" you're interrupted by him sliding his two fingers deep inside you, immediately curling them painfully into your g-spot. the pleasure takes you so off guard you let out a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips in surprise. his free hand comes down on your waist, holding you down into the couch as he fingers your pussy open roughly.

"what was that?" he hums, pushing them impossibly deeper, scraping the rough fabric of his gloves against your walls and making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" he said in a sick tone. he was having so much fun, it's not everyday he gets to fuck his victims. most of the time they're too annoying and he finds himself hating their guts personally after hearing the colorful words they call him.

more little moans leave you as he makes scissoring motions, his grip on your waist bruising and making you hiss softly in pain. his fingers are large and taking up all the space inside you, making you feel so full and satisfied. it felt so good, so good that you were sick to your stomach at how much you were enjoying it. you could feel her blood coating your skin, making you gag softly on your moans as he kept going.

soon enough, you bite back your loud moan as your body cums all over his fingers, coating his gloves in your essence. he rubs the sticky fluid between his fingers with a chuckle of amusement, watching as the blood and cum mix together.

“you’re a filthy slut, you know that? ive killed soooo many people,” he starts, humming softly as he pushes the bottom of his robe aside to unbutton his flip, revealing his dark boxers. the large bulge is visible as you peer over your shoulder with a heavy breath.

“separated families,” he continues, talking in an innocent voice as his hands grasp at his cock. his top springs against his lower abdomen, nice and big with a thick base. you gulp nervously. “ruined lives—“ he coo’s sickeningly sweet.

“and now i’m gonna ruin yours.” he grabs your hips, position his tip against your hole. he gives you barely a second to process his words before he slams himself deep inside you, causing you to shriek and press your face down into the couch.

“a-ah~ s-stop.. wrong..” you blabber cluelessly, your brain all soapy and spilling out of your ears. your body felt weak and limp, giving into his touch as he gave a few shallow thrusts, your moans giving him more encouragement.

“wrong?” he mocks, one hand grabbing your hair roughly to pull at it. you shriek at the harsh tug, your head forced back as he starts to rock his hips at a mean pace. “for someone who hates this, you’re awfully wet and compliant.”

you feel his hard denim slap against your butt each time he sends a punishing thrust into your pussy, more moans streaming out of you. your eyes are fluttering shut as he batters your insides, mouth agape with drool forming at the edge. the sight was slutty— a young girl with her dress all ripped up and her skirt lifted getting fucked by halloween enthusiast.

“feels so good,” you hiccup, sniffling your fat tears as your doe eyes tried their best to stay open, squinting through the tears. your breasts bounce and sway, bubble butt jiggling at his thrusting. he wasn’t letting back on you, not at all.

“you want me to make you cum, sweetheart? hmmm? you want these hands that’s stabbed dozens of people to rub that tiny clit of yours?”

“please.” you say in such a pathetic tone that he can’t help but obey, his hand on your hair letting go to reach under you and gently tap your clit, his pace not stopping for a split second.

“this right here?” he pinches. you whimper and nod, shaking. he snickers and rubs figure eights into your bud, the immediate reaction of your body tightening up on him making him hiss sharply.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, girl. tight ass pussy, huh?” he gives your butt a hard smack. you whine at the impact, cock drunk and not processing a single thing anymore. he focuses on making you climax and grabs your hip tightly, holding you still as he starts shoving his cock as deep as it can go.

your noises grow more high pitched, letting him know he was on the right path. he can feel himself grow harder and more stiff, about to be pushed over the edge. incoherent curses and grunts leave him as he tenses up behind you, still rubbing your clit hard as his cock explodes inside you. his cum paints your walls white, groaning as he fucks you harder.

he feels you clamp down and release as well, a loud sigh leaving you as your body goes limp, your ass being held up by him being the only thing not flat against the couch. the second he lets go of your hips, it drops onto the couch. you groan weakly, cum all over your thighs and dripping down onto the couch.

he stares at your ruined form a few seconds, debating on wether he should stab you now and make a run for it. but then he remembers his dna is currently painting your insides and he sighs. he wipes some of the cum off your leg and fingers it back into you, your caught off guard squeal giving him some motivation to keep you alive.

“shut it.” he jabs the last of the cum into you before parting, patting your butt and smoothing your skirt back down. he glances at your purse that was hanging off the side of the couch, thrown off you at some point, and grabs it. he finds your wallet inside and peeks at your id, blinking at your name. he makes sure you’re not looking(you’re too busy being half conscious face down) and takes a quick photo of your address and number as well as your pretty body under him.

pulling away, he makes sure to tell you one last thing. he roughly grabs your hair and yanks it back, awakening you immediately from your daydreams. you shriek and blink terrified at his bloody mask, eyes blinking widely in shock.

“tell anyone about this and i’ll kill your entire family and force you to watch.” he then proceeds to list your entire name and address, making you gape at him like a dumb puppy, clueless on how he had this information.

“y-yes- yes!” you nod, sniffling with your watery eyes. he gives a condescending pat on the cheek before disappearing down the hall as if this never happened. you lay there on the couch confused before hesitantly getting up and shivering as cold air brushes against the back of your ripped dress.

“uhmmmm….. hello..?” you call out awkwardly to the hall. you peek and see him standing over the blondes dead body, about to grab her by her ankles to assumingely drag out the back door. he stops to stare at you wordlessly.

you frown and motion to your ripped dress. his reaction takes a few seconds to happen but he eventually grabs the hoodie off the dead girl and throws it at you aggressively. you jump and catch it, cringing at the blood and stench. you fucked a murderer and now you have to deal with the consequences.

“thanks.” you choke out before running out the back door. he rolls his eyes at you before continuing to drag the dead body out.

it had been a few days since the incident. he had been haunting your thoughts, making you wonder what the hell was wrong with you to let yourself get fucked by a serial killer.

you had decided to search him up and attempt to find out who he was. all you found out was that there were killings in the near by towns that all linked the one name— ghostface.

you sat on your couch with your feet up on your. coffee table, laptop open on your lap with a dozen tabs open. each tab was a different articles about him, some about his killings, other about the mysterious surrounding his identity. no one had a real idea on who he was or what his motive was— only that he was a force to be reckoned with.

your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar name being said on the tv. you look up and your heart drops as you see her blonde hair and bright blue eyes stare at you from across the room. there she was— on the tv, smiling innocently. her full name was below the photo of her sitting with her friends and her age.

rebecca garcia

age 19

found dead behind halloween horror nights amusement park, her body cut up and put in several bags. she was stabbed repeatedly in the stomach before eventually dying by the hands of the local serial killer, ghostface.

your stomach turned inside out as you maintained eye contact with the photo of the happy girl. the news reporter shared how the town would be on high alert the next few weeks, alerting us of keeping our doors locked and keeping your eyes out for any suspicious behavior. the report ended with a god bless apology to families.

the silence that followed after was deafening, your heartbeat being the only thing you could hear. your palms felt too clammy and the couch was too rough, your clothes pricking at your skin and your eyes welling up with tears. everything felt too real and too close.

the sound of your phone ringing broke the silence, making you flinch. you peered over, blinking through the tears as your shaky fingers picked up your phone and brought it to your eyes.

you frowned in confusion at the unknown number, sighing gently before picking it up and bringing it to your ear. before you could open your mouth, the voice of your nightmares spoke.

“what’s your favorite scary movie, doll?”

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Experiment

[Chapter Three: Safe House]

[Poly!Task Force 141/Fem!Reader]

[Ch. One] [Ch. Two]

Summary: When you are finally comfortable enough to nap, memories still come back. This time... you're left more sad than in pain. Warnings: Sadness, mentions of torture. Also, as always, this isn't really beta'd so there may be mistakes! Word Count: 3.3k A/N: COVID Brain Go BRRR! I know Ghostie baby has been the center of attention.... BUT IT'S SAD AND IMPORTANT.

“Ghost,” You look up at the beast of a man, “You can go shower if that’s what you wanted to do.” He turns slightly, looking at you over his shoulder. “I mean, why else would you walk into the showers? I can handle myself.”

Ghost blinks. He shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.”

You immediately pick up on what that means. ‘I would rather stay with you.’ You don’t question it further. You stick by Ghost as the two of you finally reach the cafeteria and the sound of people inside sends you into a panic. You freeze. You look at all the people and your chest is tightening.

“You good?” Ghost turns and notices your fear.

“Uh,” You can’t look at him. Your eyes are jumping from person to person. “I haven’t been around this many people in… a while.”

“Look at me,” He steps in front of you, careful to not touch you. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna let-”

You interrupt him. “I know-” Your eyes move to him and you freeze. Your stomach turns. Suddenly you feel like your brain is running at hyper speed. He was so close to you… The sounds around you are being drowned out and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of you.

“Hey,” His voice is low. His hand gently touches your shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“Simon-” Your heart jumps into your throat. Your head is spinning. “Your name…”

You can feel his grip on you tighten. His eyes widen, only momentarily, but you catch it. You hear him exhale like he’s just been punched, and see his mouth upturn slightly under his mask. The smile drops fast. You wonder why, but you’re too torn up to ask about it. You pinch the bridge of your nose and flinch at the sudden bustle around you again.

“Let’s get some food and get you out of here.”

You nod. You trail behind Simon as he grabs you some food. Other soldiers are staring, but you notice when Simon stares back, the soldiers are suddenly very interested in their food. The both of you walk from the cafeteria to the room you were at earlier.

Simon opens the door, lets you in, and you walk towards one of the chairs. You sit. Simon brings over your food and gently sits in front of you. You thank him quietly.

“Everything alright?” John asks. His eyes watch you closely.

“My head hurts.” You pick at the food, “I remembered Simon’s name.”

John looks proud. “Good!” He’s enthusiastic, but his voice is low. “That’s a step in the right direction.”

“I guess.” You nod. You can’t help sound defeated.

“How come dae ye sound sae dowie?”

Your face contorts. “What?”

“Why are you sad?” Gaz asks you. “It’s good you’re remembering.”

You sigh, picking at a granola bar. You scrunch your face up and look at Gaz. “My brain has been fucking picked apart and put back together. You four seem to adore me- Or what used to be me… And I can barely remember your names! Soap- I don’t remember your name! And,” You point at Price, “you had to tell me yours.”

Soap walks over to you, “Johnny. Name’s Johnny.” He gives you a soft smile. You’re melting. You look up at him, scraping through your brain. It hurts to even think. You want so badly to know him. To know all of them. But you don’t. Not anymore.

“What was it I did here?” You ask them. Price goes to open his mouth, “And don't-” you put your finger up, “ask me what I remember. Because all I know is Laswell hand picked me-”

“You remember Laswell?”

You nod. “Well, yeah. I remember her hand picking me for… something. After that it's a little fuzzy. I think- Actually I know I was a computer gal. But that's about it. What did I do here?”

“Exactly what you think you did. You never really had to be on the field, you were behind the scenes. Helping us get in and out of places.” John informs you.

“Do you-” You stop yourself. “I don't know what happened. To me. Like,” you bite the inside of your lip as Simon tenses, “do you know how it happened?”

“You were in the safe house—”

Simon immediately excuses himself. Your heart sinks. A feeling of nausea washes over you. The door slams as he leaves and you flinch. Gaz places a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes shut tight.

A hand is wrapped around your forearm. You are being dragged down a hallway. Screams rip from your throat, pleading, begging. You claw at the masked guard pulling you towards the unknown.

“I promise!” You're sobbing, “I'll be good! I won't fight anymore!” It’s ironic, really.

The bright lights of the facility are blinding. The guard reaches a large double door and walks in, tossing you inside. You slide across the floor, a loud cry escaping you.

“Hook her up.” The guard is blunt. Done with you. Done with your bullshit.

“Hook me- hook me up?”

A female scientist walks out from a secluded booth. She says nothing to you. She pulls you up, and the guard points a gun at you, with intent to get you to cooperate. You do. She leads you to a chair and sits you down. You look up at her with tears in your eyes, your cheeks soaked from the tears that previously fell. She doesn't lock eyes with you.

“Please,” you whisper, “please help me.”

She does not.

The scientist begins to hook you up to a monitor. She quietly asks you to open your mouth, and you do so. She places a guard in between your teeth and you clamp down. Your bottom lip quivers.

The woman walks back into the booth. The guard exits the room, the door slamming behind him. You flinch.

“Ye okay?” Soap asks you.

You pull back, harshly. You’re standing up in a matter of seconds, tears threatening to spill. You turn to look back at the door that had slammed and you want to scream. You look back at Soap, Gaz, and John, pouting. Your bottom lip quivers and you want to hide. You want to go back to your room. But you don’t want to be alone. You can’t.

“You need to rest.”

“No.” You huff. “I can’t be alone.” You admit it out loud. It doesn’t make it any better.

“One of us can stay with you.” You’re tired of Price’s reassuring tone. It’s no longer reassuring you.

“I’d hate to keep you from your work, I- I just need to eat or something. Need to calm down.” When you get knowing looks from Soap, Gaz, and John you groan. “Fine. I need rest. Um,” you look at Price, “will you stay with me?”

“Of course.” He gives you a soft smile. “You two know what to do.”

The way John says it, it’s like he doesn’t want you to know what it is. Or, doesn’t want to worry you with it. You go with the second option. John’s hand presses to the small of your back, and you feel yourself relaxing. The two of you leave the room and begin heading towards what you can only assume is John’s room.

“Is Simon mad at me?” The words fall from your lips, you aren’t thinking. 

“He’s not mad, love,” Goosebumps rise on your skin as Price says ‘love’. ‘There that word is again…’ “Not at you.”

“But he is mad?”

Price falters. “He just needs space right now.”

You don't push it further. You only nod. You understand to a certain extent. You want to understand more though. You want to know what has him so upset. It has something to do with you, and that's all you know. You get to John’s room and he opens the door for you, motions for you to walk in. He doesn't grab for you, he doesn't push you. You're thankful for that.

“I'll be here, you lay down and rest.” John sits down in a chair in the room and you stand there awkwardly.

“Okay.” You walk towards the bed and lie down. You close your eyes and huff. Your eyes open back up and look towards John. He's watching you. “This is weird.” You admit. “It feels too familiar.” John shifts in his seat. “Can you like, I don't know? Maybe just lay down too?”

“On the floor?” He asks you.

Your expression drops, you give him a deadpan stare. “No, over here silly. It'll be okay.”

You, as he gets up and walks over to you, realize you haven't been in an intimate situation for at least four months. You aren't sure what kind of situations you were in before the facility, but you are sure you didn't do anything in there.

You scoot over slightly for Price. The bed shifts and he lays beside you. He seems the most comfortable around you since your arrival back. You can't tell if he's acting or not. You aren't sure how you would react to someone in your situation, so you don't think too hard about it. Instead, you lie in bed, your eyes shutting.

“Y’know,” your voice is soft, “I forgot how nice and warm people are.”

John lets out a quiet laugh (you can't tell if he's nervous). He pats you on the back as you roll onto your side. “Go to sleep.”

You don't fight it. You know John is going to keep you safe.

“You can take that off.”

Simon huffs at you. “No.”

You roll your eyes. “We're stuck here, for God knows how long, and you're going to keep your mask on? Simon, I startle easily, don't come at me when I wake up to you wearing that and attack you.”

Simon lets out a breathy laugh. It isn't forced. “Who the hell said we are sleeping in the same room?”

You are hurt, momentarily. “Well—” You pause. “Whatever.” You cross your arms and begin to walk towards the kitchen. “I'm making myself some food.”

Simon stands up and walks behind you. “Hey,” he walks in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. “Do you want to sleep in the same room?”

Your arms fall to your sides. You nod. “I know there are several rooms here. But, I’d feel more comfortable with you in the room. I can handle myself.” You put your hands up, eyes widening, “but I feel better with you by my side.”

Simon nods. “Okay.”

“So you’ll need to take that off.” Simon stiffens as you point at his face. “Not now,” you laugh, “but definitely before we sleep. Anyway, it’s probably all sweaty.”

You walk past Simon and towards the small kitchen. You begin to scour for food. Anything. There isn’t too much, but when you find some rice canned vegetables, you go with it. You begin to heat everything up and ask Simon if he’s hungry. He answers with a ‘hm’. You groan, looking at him.

“That doesn't answer my question.”

“I nodded.”

“Can’t hear that brain rattle.” You smile at him. Your stomach flips as he smiles under his mask. You focus back on the food and once it’s heated up you bring it to the small table. You grab a couple of bowls and place them on the table. Simon grabs one. You open your mouth without thinking. “Sorry, it’s not the best… It’s all we had.”

“Beats MREs.” Simon pats you on the back and sits down. You sit across from him and look at the empty chairs. Simon watches you closely. “What are ya thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing.” You wave your hand in the air. “It’s silly.”

“It’s probably not.”

You sigh. “Just thinking about John, Kyle, and Johnny. What if we weren’t in this situation? What if we were all… home? Together?”

“Together?” Simon pulls the bottom of his mask up, revealing his mouth. Shivers run down your spine. “Is that how ya want it to be?”

You nod. “All of us. Yeah. But—” You scrunch your nose, “It can’t be that way.”

Simon doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t respond. The both of you finish your food and he pulls his mask back down. Simon picks your bowl and walks it to the sink. “You’ve had a long day. You should sleep.”

“You have too, Simon. We should both sleep.” You stand up from the table. You turn to him and stare. Simon looks back at you, and you assume he realizes you aren’t going to bed without him, and he sighs.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

You smile at him. You find the room with the biggest bed and decide that would be the best room. You look at the neatly made bed and then at yourself. You’re sweaty, a little bloody, and definitely dirty. Simon sees you examining the bed and hums. You look up at him. “We have no pajamas.”

Simon, “Guess we sleep—”

“Sleep in our clothes.” You nod at him. He smirks. “What?” Your stomach is flipping.

“You, sleep in that nice bed, in your dirty clothes?” Simon laughs, “You’d rather sleep on the floor, I know you better than that, Ace.”

You roll your eyes and pretend you aren’t dying over how he said that. “Fine.” You cross your arms. “We’ll make a deal.” You look up at Simon, “I’ll just sleep in my underwear, but you have to take—”

“Wait,” Simon puts a finger up, “so I’ll be in my underwear too?”

“Well yeah, I’ll feel the dirt specks from your clothes if you sleep in those.” You cross your arms. Simon groans. “I’ll, like, close my eyes or something—”

“I trust you,” Simon interrupts you.

Your world is rocked. You nod. “I trust you too.” It is true. You trust all of them. Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, though. There has always been trust there, in yours and Simon’s relationship. Hearing him say it; it leaves you breathless.

You take a step back from Simon and begin to undress. He tenses. “What are you—”

“Getting ready for bed.” You strip down to your underwear and walk over to the bed. Your whole body burns, in a good way. You pull the covers back and lay down. Simon follows your suit. You feel back watching him, so you look at the ceiling. You hear him stifle a low laugh as he realizes what you’re doing. You look at him, with an angry face, only for heat to bristle across your cheeks.

Simon, with his balaclava still on, was stripped to his underwear now. He’s big. In more ways than one. You cross your arms and try to look just angry, while not seeming sexually frustrated at all. Simon makes his way towards the bed and his hand goes towards the bottom of his mask. He grabs it and you are hit with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re gonna watch me now?” He asks, smug.

“Well, yeah, you—” You are struggling. Simon is enjoying it. “I’m just going to sleep!” You yell, frustrated. You grab the covers and pull them up and huff. Simon laughs, briefly, before there is silence filling the room. The bed shifts and the covers move.

You peek over your shoulder to find big eyes, blond lashes, and smeared black face paint staring back at you. Your heart is in your throat. “Holy shit,” You whisper, “you’re so…” You are awestruck. You roll over onto your back, Simon’s face is inches from yours. He’s holding himself up with his forearm. You keep from kissing him. You’re trying to be professional.

“So what?” He asks, curiously. Still smug.

Angelic? Heavenly? Other worldly? You feel weird calling him those things. “Handsome.” You can’t help but look hungry for him. Simon smiles. He lays down and looks up at the ceiling. You can’t help but stare at him.

“You’re staring.” He closes his eyes.

You look up at the ceiling. Your eyes are wide and you aren’t sleepy anymore. You’re gripping the covers tightly, heart pounding in your chest.

“Simon?” You whisper to him. He immediately answers with a grunt. “Um, this is going to sound crazy…” You trail off. Simon looks at you, urging you to continue. “I sleep with a body pillow most of the time… I’m very comfortable with uh, cuddling. I wanna say now, that I may latch onto you in the middle of the night.”

“We can nip that in the bud now?” Simon cocks his head.

“I can cuddle you?”

“Opposite, actually.” His movements are quick for someone so large. His arms wrap around your waist and he’s pulling himself into your space. You don’t mind. Your skin is on fire again. “This okay?” He asks you.

“Perfect.”

Simon rests his head on your chest and you stop breathing momentarily. You are unsure what to do with your hands. Simon is resting peacefully on your chest and you aren’t even sure what to do with your hands.

You do the first thing that comes to mind. One of your hands finds his hair, and plays with it.  Your fingers gently pull at the short blond strands, and your fingernails run over his scalp. Simon groans. The both of you freeze.

“I can stop.” You sound more embarrassed than you had tended to.

“Don’t.” Simon doesn’t look up at you, he doesn't move. “Please don’t.”

You smile to yourself. You begin to hum softly. Simon has you locked in a death grip. You aren’t getting out anytime soon. And you don’t mind. You fall asleep on your back, you and Simon holding each other as close as possible.

You have no clue of what’s to come.

The calling of your name brings you back out of slumber. The franticness of the voice wakes you up abruptly. Your eyes shoot open and you feel tears smeared on your face. You look beside you and find John Price.

“You’re okay. I’m here.” He soothes you.

“Simon—” You want to vomit. “I need to see Simon!”

“Whoa, whoa!” John doesn’t grab for you as you get up, but he does follow you.

“Please!” You turn towards John with tears in your eyes. “I need to see him. Now.” John grabs his radio and radios Simon. No response. You turn towards Price’s door and swing it open. Price is sure you almost ripped it off the hinges. “Where could he be?”

“He’s probably blowing off some steam—”

You don’t let him finish. The gym. It’s your first thought. You had seen it earlier. You take off running towards the gym. You slide to a halt when you reach the gym doors and intentionally keep yourself from ripping the door off. You spot Simon doing pushups and take off running once more.

“Ghost!” Your voice cracks. He stops. He stands up when he sees how frantic you look. As soon as he’s on his feet you launch yourself towards him. Simon catches you, easily. He’s knocked back slightly.

You mumble something into his chest. “What?” He questions you. Price enters the gym and spots the both of you. Simon looks at Price with confusion, he shrugs back, a look of shock on his face.

You pull back and look up at him with tears in your eyes and wet cheeks. “I remembered… The safe house…” Simon immediately tenses. “Me and you— It was me and you.”

You bury your face back in his chest and try to keep from crushing his ribs. You don’t want to squeeze him too tight. Simon lets you hug him. You feel him hug back and you relax into his arms. A soft sob escapes you.

“It was me and you…”

Everything is slowly coming together. Simon was with you, that night in the safe house. But they took you… Simon was obviously the better option considering how fucking big he is. But they hand picked you.

You try to not think about it. Instead, you just hold Simon tighter.

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[giggly-moon]

Something about 7 makes me think of the gods, like Hermes or Athena (maybe even Poseidon 👀) cause they’re all so full of themselves they legit wouldn’t expect to be ticklish & I think it would be funny

Or, ya know… ghost!polites & someone of your choice? 👀👀👀

7: genuinely believing they’re not ticklish and being proven wrong

A/N: decided to go for the second option cause i’m still not super confident in how i write for the gods, plus i just had to write something for ghost!polites. so this one has a fair bit of angst in it but, like, it’s our ghosty boy. it’s bound to get at least a little angsty. but i chose elpenor as the other character for this prompt because i feel like these two would have a really sweet brotherly relationship and also elpenor is just really fun to write for. also for context, i know polites as a ghost probably still blushes red but in my head, since i imagine the ghost version of him to have a much colder color palette than the alive version, his blush is blue instead so i decided to add it in for funsies.

“So, like, can you still feel things as a ghost?”

“Some things.” Polites gave a half-hearted shrug. “I guess it depends on the type of thing.”

Elpenor has always been endlessly curious, maybe to the point of it becoming a problem. And Polites’ passing had been a rather difficult time for the whole crew, but when their friend somehow came back as a battered looking spirit and the hurricane of emotions surrounding it gradually turned to a tame breeze every now and then, Elpenor couldn’t help that his curiosity was piqued exponentially.

Which, of course, meant he had dozens of questions to ask him. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, in Polites’ opinion, but sometimes his questions could hit a little too close to home.

“Can you still feel different temperatures?” Elpenor leaned forward slightly in interest, sitting across from Polites on the floor of the crows nest with his chin resting on his hands.

“Yup. I feel the cold better than warmth though, i’ve noticed.” Polites absently rubbed at his arm, as if just talking about it made him feel colder.

Elpenor gives a nod as he processes this information, before moving right along to his next question. “Can you feel pain?”

Polites gave a small sigh. “No, at least to my knowledge.”

Despite being given an answer, Elpenor still felt the need to test it anyway, reaching a hand up to repeatedly flick at Polites’ forehead. “This doesn’t hurt at all?”

“Nope.” Polites gave a slightly amused smile, but it was quick to fade. He felt a little silly for it, being sad at no longer being able to feel pain of all things, but in his mind it was just one more thing that made him inhuman. Another reminder that he was dead, that was he nothing but a floating corpse.

“Hmm.” Elpenor retracted his hand as he thought of another question to ask, looking Polites up and down like he was observing a scientific specimen. It was only a little bit uncomfortable. “Are you still ticklish?”

The question is so sudden and casual that it catches Polites off guard. “Wh- i-i don’t think so?” He sputters as he stares at Elpenor in surprise, who just stares back. “Probably not, i mean, ghosts don’t really have nerves, do they?”

“But have you tested it at all?”

Polites looks away from him sheepishly. “Well, no, but-“

With his gaze turned away from him, Polites fails to notice Elpenor reaching out for him again, not even waiting for him to finish talking before experimentally wiggling his fingers against his side. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, like his fingers are phasing through a layer of slightly thicker, cold air. But in a pleasantly surprising way, Polites still flinches away from his touch with a loud yelp, turning invisible for just a split second.

They both go silent. Elpenor stares at him with a surprised but excited look on his face, it has Polites suddenly feeling very nervous as he desperately tries to think of something to say. “Um.”

“You know, Polites, something tells me you might actually be wrong.” Elpenor says with a big grin, shifting into more of a kneeling position to lean in closer, making Polites lean back with a wobbly smile.

“B-but that doesn’t mahahake-“ Polites trails off into a fit of bubbly giggles as Elpenor reaches forward again with both hands this time to continue his attack on his sides, leaning to the side to dodge and batting at his hands. “-any sehense!“

Elpenor lets out a short ‘pffft’ sound. “Well, yeah, it probably doesn’t, but who cares? It’s still cool as hell!” He remains undeterred with Polites’ honestly pretty weak attempts at fighting him off, only moving to a different spot each time, like he’s trying to test out every one he can reach.

For Polites, it’s probably one of the strangest things he’s ever felt, but not in a bad way. It still very distinctly tickles, but in a more light and fuzzy way than he remembers, lighting up his nerves in a way that’s hard to get used to but wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. But god did it tickle like hell.

“Dude, this is great!” Elpenor says with mischievous delight. “I haven’t heard you laugh this much since you came back!” His smile slips a little as he gives it a bit more thought, and Polites thinks he hears something a bit more somber in his tone. “Or, like, at all actually.”

Elpenor doesn’t linger on that thought for very long, at least not for now, choosing to refocus on his task instead by moving his hands down to his stomach, scribbling everywhere he can reach without Polites’ hands getting in the way. And Polites hadn’t noticed it until Elpenor brought it up just how different he sounds, his now broken and raspy voice making for a very squeaky laugh, it’s… honestly kind of embarrassing.

“You sound like a mouse or something.” Elpenor snickers as if he can read his mind, and Polites tries to groan but it ends up sounding like more of a whine instead, a blue blush spreading across his face instantly.

“Shut uhuhup!” Polites aimed his protective smacking and shoving at Elpenor’s chest instead in an attempt to shut him up, and he can’t help but get a little defensive at that comment. “I gehehet ihit, ihihi’m different nohow!”

Elpenor gives him a bit of a strange look for a moment but he doesn’t say anything after that, just speeds up his hands even more and bounces around between spots with a new sense of determination. Until Polites decides that he can’t take much more of it and grabs onto Elpenor’s hands in a firm hold and gently tugs them away.

“Thahat…” Polites forced out through his residual giggles, curling up on the wooden floor and sending a playful glare Elpenor’s way. “…sucked.”

Elpenor raised an eyebrow. “You know, i really don’t remember ever hearing you say “stop” that whole time.” He stated, making Polites let out another groan. “Guess you’re not so different now after all.”

“What?”

“You said you were different now, but maybe you’re not as different as you think you are. Like, you’re still ticklish and stuff so that’s gotta mean something, right?” Elpenor awkwardly shuffled over to sit himself down right beside Polites, giving him a casual shrug. “And maybe there’s other stuff about you that’s still the same that you haven’t realized yet. You might look and sound different, but you’re still Polites.”

Polites took in his words with a surprised, wide-eyed look. But the more he thought about it, the more he started to think he might be right, a genuine smile forming on his face. He let himself lean against his friend, ignoring his lighthearted complaint about him being cold.

He’s still Polites.

[fryingpan1234567]

GIVE ME LAZY GHOSTFACE

Lazy Ghostface. Lazy Ghostface okay

Random black hoodie that says Nirvana or Batman or some other piece of dark pop culture and ripped jeans, combat boots halfway laced up, mask slightly crooked

Forgets their knife. Whoops, gotta either improvise or take one from the house. Can you imagine Ghostie with a regular old-fashioned Michael Myers kitchen knife? Skill imo

Puts on that stupid gag mask with the tongue on Halloween for extra surprise factor. Oh, you thought you were getting trick-or-treaters? Sorry, loser, get stabbed instead

Alternatively, forgets the voicebox. Guess the kill is silent then; no phone call for you. More creepy ig that would be pretty badass

Shoes come untied during the chase because they were too lazy to do more than a half-assed single knot on each boot

You know what we SHOULD’VE gotten from Jenna’s Ghostfaces? Modern movie references. Instead we got her talking about the Babadook or what the fuck ever and Ghostie was still all “nah I like the classics fam”

Can you imagine Ghostface who’s Gen Z and only watched classic old horror movies for Johnny Depp in a crop top

They’re all “ever seen Smile? I bet I can cut your face up to look just like that”

”Newest Halloween, Michael pulled every tooth out of some poor fuck. Shall we try it?”

”I bet I could Murk you without telepathy.”

”You’ll float too, sweetheart. But I ain’t gonna become a ginger to make it happen.”

WOULDN’T THAT BE SO MUCH WORSE

A chase scene where Ghostface gets a really bad side ache, doesn’t really feel like running anymore, so they just. Throw the knife. Maybe it sticks the victim in the back, maybe the hilt stuns them long enough for Ghostie to catch up. They get a good laugh out of either one before finishing the job

Actually does go for people walking alone at night, but only because they’re genuinely the easiest

Has never hurt an animal. Stops to pet the dog every time. Pause a murder to make friends with the cat

Idk man lazy Ghostie

[chthonicgodling]

(April’s)Huevember - Day 8!

featuring: Kalamos & Karpos

some more unfamiliar familiar faces in yellow-green! Actually for some reason I’ve drawn Karpos (right) a good handful of times I have no idea why they’re such a background background character lmfao. but here they are w their boyfriend Kalamos! NOTES!

these two were picked for this palette cause yellow-green is Karpos’ signature chiton color and that’s all ✨no actual wacky skintones here

if you’re wondering why they’re both slightly blurry and transparent, these two both are NOT gods, they’re shades!! ghosties ☺️before their death they each were mortal demigods and they were a couple when they were alive - when Karpos drowned in a river during a swimming contest between them, Kalamos killed himself in his grief and found them in the Underworld afterwards 💕💕

Kalamos’ dad was a river god - of the same river Karpos drowned in oopsie - and when Kalamos died his father Felt Bad and transformed his body into river reeds! which then elevated Kalamos to become one of Laphi’s Flower Shades, ghosts in Elysium working as gardener attendants after being turned into agriculture in death lmao.

Karpos is NOT a Flower Shade but hangs around the rest of em all the time cause they’ve got nothing better to do fgkfkfk

these two are VERY background characters!!!! amongst the goofy comic relief of the Flower Shades, Kalamos is the eyerolling straight man of the bunch and Karpos is just as goofy as the rest of them 🤪 but opposites attract and they balance each other out, forever in life and death and eternity!

Swipe for closeups and the full wheel - day 9 tomorrow! green zone is a go,,, can you guess whomst comes next!!

click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

[insomniac-jay]

Les secrets que je cache

Synopsis: an angel descends into hell

Part of the Phantom of the Cabaret AU

@floof-ghostie @mayameanderings @calciumcryptid

"I'm not letting you stay here, Belle."

"Please, Halle. I'll be quick, I promise." Belle pouted, poking out her lip like a child having a tantrum. The expression made Halle relent and sigh in defeat.

"Fine, but you get ten minutes then we're leaving." Halle looked at the time on the nearby clock. The club had been long closed and the night shift janitor would arrive soon to clean up. Why her friend wanted to meet with him now, she'd never understand. "But I will come get you if I have to."

Belle beamed. "I promise you won't have to!"

She then quickly made her way to the back of the house. To where the door leading to the alleged underground speakeasy was. When she got there, she was surprised to find it unblocked and unlocked. Usually, it'd be sealed off for everybody else but the managers.

Carefully, Belle pushed open the door and was greeted by a winding stone staircase. Thankfully it was illuminated by candles and even had a nearby lantern just in case. Placing a hand on the wall for stability, Belle made her way down. As she did, the soft sounds of jazz music filled her ears. She wasn't familiar with the voice or the man who it belonged to, but it sounded so heavenly.

Finally she reached the final stair, and the speakeasy as a whole. Her eyes widened at the sight of the place. It was beautiful. The walls were a rich purple, seats velvet, and the furniture was made of a dark wood that couldn't have been oak. She expected it to look exactly like the rumors and whispers around the topside said it did, a lawless--and godless--place, Hell on earth even. Instead, it was even more finely furnished than the cabaret club.

Belle shook her head to regain focus. She came down here for one purpose only: to see Darius. The last thing she wanted was for Halle to have to come and get her.

Belle made haste in looking for Darius's office. She was careful not to break anything or make any sudden noises. As she came upon a slightly open door, a loud voice rang out.

"Don't try to get smart with me, Nygma!"

Both frightened and curious, Belle peeked into the room to see Darius talking to a few men. One of them must've made him mad with the way a vein was about to appear on his forehead.

"Why would I?" One of the men taunted Darius. He wore an almost entirely green suit with splashes of purple here and there. If she had to guess, that was Nygma.

"You couldn't be a star like your dearest mommy so you started bootlegging. The joke writes itself, Darius."

Before Darius could say anything else, a gloved hand went on his shoulder. An older man with glasses and a brown fedora outlined with gold shook his head.

"Don't. You know he loves to hear himself speak," he said.

Those words seemingly calmed Darius down. "Right. Back to business. I gave you all a fair cut based on the level of work. Kingor gets ten percent for keeping the ledgers, Nygma gets thirty for transporting, you, Crane, get forty for production, and I get twenty for selling."

Belle watched in disbelief. Was he talking about bootlegging? Were those men his associates?

"Forty isn't enough. Demand is growing and my pay isn't matching the workload." The man who must've been Crane spoke. His voice sent chills down Belle's spine. How could someone make a Southern accent sound so...intimidating?

"We had an agreement when we first went into business, Crane, but if you so need it, I'll find a way to increase your pay."

"Mine too," Nygma chimed in. "I have a new lady love, and well, no woman should be buying herself diamonds."

Belle looked at the time on the clock. One minute left. Disappointed, she took one last look at Darius before silently making her way back to the staircase. But what she saw, she could never forget. She heard some bad things about Darius, but always dismissed them as rumors. Now that brought his infatuation into question.

Did he really love her? Was there some ulterior motive to all the gifts he showered her with? So many questions, too little answers.

[l3m-ns00da]

tbf the ghostie community has gotten slightly bigger after the H&R event due to Soarinng's, Kendo's, and Aquino's communities joining Bad's (on Twitter especially I've noticed). It makes sense why his streams have been getting more viewers every day since. Though that was a pretty big jump out of nowhere

That makes sense, I was a bit surprised when I looked at the viewer count. I knew people were adoring Bad on twt during h&r but I guess it didn't register to me that he would be getting a spike up in viewership and in fandom

Hopefully everything ends well 😥

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

How would travelers feel about 'revenge abuse'? I would guess certain stages might have different opinions. Possibly also might be like Chaos where their opinion is different between knowing about it and seeing it?

Like Gluttony's torturing of tf Monty in his pocket dimension is kind of a open secret in the family, most people know about it but don't talk about it and even fewer have seen it vs Blue Moon and Dying Fire which isn't hidden at all?

I most specifically care about my adopted travelers' opinions but they all do fall under different stages/circumstances

Kitten is a lot more softer and conflicted about the situation. He'd probably feel bad about basically kicking someone when they're already down. He knows he can't change how they treat others, but he sort of wishes they'd just release him. At this point he can't get Kitten back even if he tried, and he doesn't want to. It feels really mean.

Hazard is more stubborn with the perspective of they get what they deserve. If what's being done to them is particularly cruel though he will start to have some doubts.

Ghosty doesn't care either way. He doesn't really think about it, but honestly as long as it's not torture level he doesn't care that much.

Void is similar to Kitten in that he'd be very conflicted and slightly more soft about it. He's been through complete hell and seeing the tf monty situation would probably remind him of his own situation. He also wonders if allowing this to happen makes him as bad as the people who hurt him.

Razz is still dealing with coping with his own trauma so he considers others issues as like a "that is a older me situation".

[ebony-underscore]

I feel like drawing ghost Reena is going to become an October tradition for me.

[stealingyourbones]

Danny Phantom Merfolk AU

Ok so I wrote about merfolk batfam (you should check it out It’s my favorite thing I’ve ever written), so it’s time to write about Merfolk Amity.

Ok so get ready for some worldbuilding and some wack-as-hell creatures because, as I have said before, I am a hoe for biology. These bitches are gonna be funky sea creature people and look scary as hell. (all sea creature species will be linked to its name)

Danny: Comb Jellyfish. I have so many reasons for this one.

1.) they look rad as fuck. enough said.

2.) they asexually reproduce by making clones of themselves so Dani can literally be one of his clones and that is sick as hell.

3.) they are bioluminescent and imagine the cool shit you could do with that and Phantom

4.) he could have a super cool looking jellyfish bell tail and be semi-transparent (one may even say ghostlike). The bioluminescent and rainbow parts of his bell travel up his sides and back and go up the underside of his arms and all the way up to the back of his neck. He has two long tentacles w/ that trail behind him that are a part of his bell that like gently sway in the water really ethereal-like. 

I tie between that OR a Glass Octopus

Like, look at that thing. It’s so beautiful and also v ghosty. It even has little green spots!

In this rendition. Danny is like 10ft long in total with all his tentacles. He has suckers on the undersides of his arms, and his body looks almost fully see-through even though you can’t see any of his organs (idk it’d just look really creepy if it did.) He still eats with his beak so his mouth is used solely for conversation. 

Jazz: I was debating between the Venus Girdle, Fangtooth, and Giant Manta Ray and I think that I’ll stick to Giant Manta Ray. They have the biggest brain of any fish and they pass the mirror test! Super smart animals. these fuckers have a 29ft wingspan they’re positively massive. Jazz has black and white skin, her arms are connected to the top part of her fins, and she also has a barbed stinger and will stab the shit out of you if she feels like it. 

Tucker: Mantis Shrimp. homie got the shrimp tail and legs. he can see all of the colors. his body has a reflective rainbow colored plating all over and he has eyes on stalks. you can fight me on this. He has claws on the ends of his arms. Manta Shrimp literally make vacuums in the water with how fast they punch their prey (acceleration as fast as a 22 cal.) with these funky little clubs they have near their mouth. The dude can easily break your skull in two with his claws if he wished. Tucker is sick as hell. 

Sam: Was debating between Stonefish, Terrible Claw Lobster, Stoplight Loosejaw, but I think I’ll have to settle on Hagfish. These living fossils are the reason I got into researching strange aquatic life. These bitches be jawless. No jaws but they DO have teeth. their teeth aren’t even like regular teeth. They’re made of keratin. KERATIN. These bitches are bottom dwellers that feast on already dead fish on the ocean floor. Wanna guess why they haven’t evolved from their 500 million-year-old evolutionary design? Their defense mechanism is to produce mass quantities of slime whenever threatened. It chokes out fish that try to eat them and causes the predator to back off. If it ain’t broke I guess. 

Anyways I went on a far too long tangent. Sam has a very long hagfish-esque tail. her skin is slightly purple. She does in fact have actual teeth and a proto jaw. It’s difficult to speak English with sadly and she keeps her jaw open as a scare tactic.

I was trying to aim for more funky sea creatures for what they would be as merfolk but absolutely feel free to share what type of sea creature/animal you’d think fits best! or for anyone in the DP universe 

[macrosdesfleur]

i was eating through a lot of zuko-centric and zuko-needs-a-hug fics on AO3 like a month ago? Began reading @a-witch-in-endor this is a gift (it comes with a price) fic not entirely seeing tags till it was too late and i was too invested, but damn was it a good read. And i got slightly too interested in the whole concept of zuko ottabodying so yeah i eh i eh, did some

It’s the same concept of him being all ghosty but the body stays with iroh, no sexual abuse thing, just tiny zuko angsty things i guess  OH AND ZUKO HERE STAYS 13 LIKE FOR THE WHOLE BOOK 1 that was my excuse to really indulge in this idea of an au cause tiny zuko is even funnier than the regular one AND HE HAS A COOL EYE PATCH

word count: 2290

Aang sat on a cussion with a cup of tea in his hands, he, of course, bended himself from all sides in the warm air, but in fact, his fingers sometimes pricked unpleasantly from the cold of the south pole. Fortunately, the cup was hot as steam swirled into the sky, waving and maneuvering from small snowflakes fall. The ship he was on had no sails and was huge, in the humble opinion of the monk. A soft click of the tile brought Aang back to the table and the general sitting across from him.

- The move is yours, young man,- the general pointed to the board with his open hand, they were playing pai-sho, the quick gesture of a hand reminded the monk of the peaceful days of playing pai sho with his master. He pushed his thoughts into the background, smiled softly, set the cup down on the floor next to the pai sho table, inhaled through his nose, stuck out his tongue slightly, touched a couple of tiles on the board before making his move and securing the red corner of the board. 

- Excellent move,- the general praised him almost immediately. - Thank you! Master Gyatso always plays that way! - the smile on Aang's face may have been wider than necessary but he was just happy to chat.  The General closed his eyes and found a deep, quiet chuckle. - Surely history generalizes the legacy of airbenders in totality of their teachings, no one has played so aggressively with me for a long time,- he said softly, his eyes carefully looking at the monk. He placed a bison piece on the allowed edge of the board on his side. 

- Yep! You have no idea, Master Gyatso never gives in! And I can never guess from where he decides to attack! - Aang didn't even notice that his voice was louder than necessary and that his eyes were laughing. - Harmony! - Aang exclaimed as he clicked a chrysanthemum tile on the yellow section of the board next to another chrysanthemum piece, but on the red side. - Does that mean I have one more move? - Aang asked almost immediately. The general nodded. Aang flicked his air tile in about the middle of the board. The general raised an eyebrow at this move. - Young man, don't you want to immobilize my bison? Why help? - genuine interest was heard in the general's voice.

- Bison lo-o-ove chrysanthemums too much! I thought they couldn't capture tiles within a six cell radius of a chrysanthemum? So my air tile is protected! - to prove his point, Aang ran his finger across the board without even counting four cells from tile to tile.

- I suspect that the differences in the rules and the meaning of the tiles could have changed since the last meeting with the airbenders,- the general carefully examined the entire board, slowly stroking his beard.

- Yeah, I still can't figure out where the paladin tiles went and what the troup tiles do, so I haven't placed them yet,- Aang noted shyly, he wasn't sure if they were the same tile, but in The Fire Nation font, or maybe he's really been in an iceberg for a hundred years and the game is slightly different. The general raised an eyebrow again.

- Can you describe what the paladin tile did? - Interest did not disappear from the voice of the general. On the contrary, the general clicked the lily tile with cold automatism in place, making Aang a little doubtful of his strategy.

- M’yeah, they could be placed next to the wheel tiles, two cells on the four sides of the board, to be more precise, and the paladin can move one cell at a a time. Oh, and he can't cross the boundaries of the colord board! Gyatso said that the paladin has a strong sense of honor, Gyatso could tell an endless amount of tales related to pai-sho! - meeting the general's interest, Aang talked about the paladin tile, which, by the way, he won't refuse right about now. The general was already holding a new tile with his three fingers, after which he twirled it with two. It was the tile of the white dragon.

- Young man, do you know about the tale of the white dragon?- general looked calm, but some sort of longing slipped into his voice. - I guess i do? Is it about a dragon who lost his beloved human and the sight of fire lilies bringing him peace? Is that why he doesn't fly away from them? And if you take the fire lily tile, the dragon withers. I honestly don’t like to take fire lily tiles if there is a dragon on the board,- Aang noted.

- Indeed, the tale is right,- the general agreed with the story and clicked the dragon tile on the board. - Uh, well, I thought that you would not make this move if I confessed directly, Gyatso also did’t feel sorry for me when it came to pai-sho, but eh, - Aang groaned and looked at the board, drew his eyebrows close and even stuck out his tongue, his face of concentration was completed.

- I didn’t just start talking about the white dragon for no reason,- the general began. - The fact that I invited you to play pai-sho ... I have one indiscreet request,- the general admitted more directly. - Can I ask for help on behalf of my nephew? - the general looked into Aang's face, without hesitation or weakness showing. 

- Yeah, why not, I was taught that I should always help people in trouble, this is something like our whole tile! – Aang's face of concentration was broken and again beamed in a smile holding an air tile on his outstretched hand towards the general. The general in question just smiled politely. Wow, talk about a tough crowd. 

- What happened to him that he needs help anyways? I give my word as an airbender, I will help, – the monk asked sincerely. - You can say that he lost his way,- the general's directness disappeared into discursive words. Aang guessed and thought about the words for a couple of moments.

- Is he lost somewhere and you are looking for him? - Aang suggested with a raised eyebrow. In his memory, the people of the Fire Nation were more literal than this general. Kuzon always takes everything literally. To which the general laughed again. A genuine guess gets a laugh, but the tile joke doesn't, oh well. - Uncle! What is the meaning of this mutiny in the middle of the day! – a scream should not have permission to be so deafening at such a great distance Aang thought quickly. 

- You can’t just not wake me up upon arrival at the miserable-water-scum-peasant-barbarian-village-where-the-avatar-might-be-hiding! Only to search everything on your own and turn around with one prisoner! – somehow the screamimg became louder from the aggressively approaching figure.

- You will go up to the bridge right now and do whatever you want but you will convince the helmsman to return to that village! Or to the place from where the flare was visible! - a boy stood in front of their pai-sho table, no older than Aang, but already in the full armor of a soldier. His chin was pulled up and the visible half of his face was distorted in a grimace of fury. In an instant, the head snapped in Aang's direction, the very sound of the snap seemed to come from the teeth that were now bared in an emotion of disdain. Aang now saw the full face of the boy, he wore a patch that covered a third of his entire face. The monk did not find anything better than to smile albeit it be a terrified smile.

- What is this? A prisoner? - the boy hissed through his teeth. The boy's eye went to the pai-sho board and the cups of tea beside it. - Uncle, did you make the prisoner run freely and play games with tea? – the hissing did not stop, but his breath let him down and some words were lost to the roar. - Right! Tea! I completely forgot about it with our game, - Aang grabbed his cup and took a quick sip.

- Yum! - he exclamed instantly. The general burst out laughing, so loudly that he surprised Aang slightly. Joy and laughter suit the general perfectly. 

- Prince Zuko, why don't you join us? I bet you can learn a couple of pai-sho tricks from our guest, you can even intro- - The avatar was in that village! - this supposed Prince Zuko interrupted the general and shouted right in his face.

- Ensign Vaahn! Take the prisoner to the prison hold and keep an eye on him! - the prince commanded a soldier who was standing a little way off the deck. The ensign immediately straightened up hearing him adressed. - Uncle, immediately after you convince the helmsman to change course, I'll be waiting for you in my chambers,- he looked down at the general, Aang noted that this order did’t involve screams. - Dismissed.

The prince then turned on the spot, like a soldier he pretended to be, and headed for the upper deck. Aang watched him go out of the earshot, turned to face the general. - Do you have two nephews by any chance? - Aang voiced another of his guesses. He wasn't entirely sure what he was hoping for when asking the question. Not the General’s laugh again of course.  - Perhaps you can say so,- the general replied with a hearty laugh. 

After one quick escape, Aang was running through the corridors on the ship, avoiding recapture from the ensign Vaahn and a couple of easily blown outa way but stubborn soldiers. Knocking over another soldier with a strong slash of air, Aang repeated as a mantra. 

- Sorry mister soldier! I don't really want to go to the prison hold! - Aang avoided a pipe sticking out of the wall and opened the door with a little help of airbending, the cabin smelled of incense, someone's bedroom, fortunately, there was no one in it. Aang didn't like disturbing someone else's peace in their own bedroom, but now that soldiers were chasing him around the ship, he couldn't help but run. And to escape he needs his glider, which is General Ai-Ai? Ronah? Irohn? Anor? He probably shoul’ve paid attention to his introduction when the general descended from the gangplank. Aang soared up to the ladder with the help of airbending, opened another cabin door. It was more spacious and comfortable than all the cabins that Aang had seen before, after which he noticed a sleeping person, the glider was not in sight. Fighting back a surge of shame and an even greater breach of personal space, Aang whispered.

- Sorry-y-y-y, - the monk closed the door as carefully as possible so as not to wake the person. Catching his breath, Aang hurried to open the next cabin door. His glider stood beside a decorative table. - My staff! - Aang exclaimed in relief and hurried to grab it. But behind him there was a creak of a door and a quick thunder of a closed iron door. - Looks like I underestimated you.

Aang slowly turned to look at the source of the voice, he could bet he hadn't seen anyone in the cabin a moment ago. But maybe he was just inattentive. Prince Zuko looked up at him, his face hard. This expression on his face made Aang understand that he would not leave the cabin easily. That was where the warnings ended, the prince almost instantly assumed the bending stance and the bright light of the fire covered the monks vision. Aang dodged to the side without losing his balance.Two quick jabs cornered the monk, not good. No one has ever thrown fire at Aang before and he doesn't want a repeat of that, but the prince obviously has a different opinion. The only warning about the attack was only a change of stance and now quick jabs of fire were directed at Aang again. Aang avoided the fire attacks and closed the distance. Once behind the prince, Aang skillfully avoided all attacks, the prince was easy to annoy and aggressively directed attacks behind his own back in the hope of getting Aang, a sharp turn did his trick and now Aang avoided attacks face to face.The prince's patience was coming short, the whole room was filled with fire following the monk, Aang barely had time to avoid getting burned. Pushing himself with airbending, Aang grabbed a hold of his staff.

The prince stood opposite, his stance confident, his hands wound up for quick attacks. Aang didn't dare take his eyes off his hands or is it? A quick glance at the floor showed him the mattress that layd on the floor, right at the prince's feet. With one movement of the staff, Aang set the air currents in motion and the mattress pressed the prince against the wall. The mattress has fallen, and the prince not. That is, he’s not on the mattress. At all. And not on the wall.

- Huh? – not quite believing his eyes, Aang checked the ceiling, you never know y’know. And there was no prince. Not quite allowing himself to relax and begin to think about what he could have done to a whole prince, Aang ran out of the cabin holding his staff tightly. Either way, he should get off the ship.

[rhymingtree]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS DAAAAAARKE

I've been sick all week so I couldn't sit down and read. Now that I'm slightly better I can FINALLY dig in.

I got my coffee. I got tissues (just in case). Time to unwrap my last Christmas preseeeeent

BUCKYYYY

He's gonna see her again, for the first time in months.

This is gonna be great for my tear ducts.

Yay man bun

Nor could they afford to lose her again. If the gas didn’t work and she disappeared again, who knew what would happen? Whoever she was working for could hide her away and they might never find her again.

He couldn’t let that happen. 

He had to get her back. 

The odds are rarely ever in your favor though

Silly Natasha, you think torrents of rain is going to stop Ghostie? Death tried in all kinds of weather and she still got out alive - much to her dismay

“I was promised sun and fun, Romanoff,” Stark called from above them, “Not rain and depression.”

Me during summer

“Anybody else have a bad feeling about this?”

I mean my body tried to delay me for a while with food poisoning and then the flu, and then Christmas rolled around. Obviously I knew something without knowing.

Am I even gonna like this Christmas present....

If it makes me cry im not speaking to anyone for the rest of the year

He was wearing what looked like dark blue velvet crushed into wandering filigree. The dark was offset by a jacket that looked as though it was weaved out of gold. 

Ooh, fancy. Could've worn it at the wedding.

Oh that's right Bucky wasn't invited

He didn't even know Duke was getting married

He barely fucking knows Duke all things considered

Still, missed the chance to see Ghost in a fuckin' awesome suit. And officiate a wedding (without a license too)

If it doesn’t work out, we’ll give her to—”

“Me.” Walsh’s voice came from behind them as he ducked through the front door, drenched from the storm outside, “Trust me. I know how to handle her.”

hahahahaha funny joke ollie

no absolutely not

im scared

why is he here we shouldve gotten rid of him eons ago

“Like you handled her the day you came to the Tower?” Clint asked, raising an unimpressed brow, “She saw you coming from a mile away. What’s to say you don’t scare her off again?”

Yeah Clint you tell him

“Wraith.” 

WELL GUESS WHAT YA LITTLE SONSABITCHES

HE

IS STANDING

RIGHT

FUCKING

THERE

I am so frustrated with these buffoons honestly... if they weren't so stressed out and exhausted I'd have hit them upside the head one by one by now

Walsh glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly, “What about him?”

BROS AND SISTERS PERK UP YOUR FUCKIN EARS LOOK AT HIM

I am so close to banging my head on the desk with how slow these guys are

to be fair i didn't figure it out that quickly either but come on

Oh hi Vision

Vision's here too... so is Peter

OH MY GOD PETER

IS HE STILL IN THAT CRAMPED UP VENT

OH FOR FUCKITY FUCK'S SAKE

I am so stressed i cannot even

It was almost as though it was whispering for him to stop. 

Bucky my dear boy, maybe it's time to listen to the creepy haunting whispers...

Cause if you don't you'll have to listen to me yelling through the fourth wall

PETER OH MY GOD IT'S PETER

PETER NO GO BACK HOME

He’d been cramped in the space for nearly six hours and he felt like a brittle piece of paper trying to unfold.

Peeeeteeeer

why are you this reckless. why.

If there was one good thing about hiding out in the Quinjet for that long, it was that he’d gotten all of his homework done and he’d gotten a nap in. 

How could you even focus bro... what

He really had to do this more often. He would be way more productive. 

The secret to success is lock yourself into a tight cramped space for an unreasonable amount of time with nothing but your homework. Noted.

Medellín wasn’t quite what he expected.

Motto of the day: Expect the unexpected. Especially when dealing with mysterious backstabbing super soldiers and snailbrained Avengers. Seriously, they're taking forever to put the damn pieces together.

He needed to find (F/N). Preferably before they did. 

And how (I say this with love) are you gonna fuckin' do that alone? Where'd you get your confidence, because I need some of that

A trap? Oh…oh no. If it was a trap, they were going to need backup. Someone to keep an eye on things from another angle. 

And he was perfect for the job. 

PETER NO

well things just took a turn for the worse... we haven't even fucking started yet

BSU!Pietro is a national treasure. I love him

Wouldn't it be fun to make edits of this chapter and the Prague one

if only i could upload all the footage in my brain into my phone. I could sit down and make one

Ooooh, who's the green eyed guy with a cane...

every time green eyes are mentioned I perk up a bit but I don't trust my insticts that much

nope wait I think I know now

I shoulda read the last chapter before I jumped into this one because I remember nothing from their plan. All I know is... Ari's supposed to be here, and everyone else kinda fucked off for a bit

Cameras actin' funny... ain't that a great sign

Cameras went down! How terrific for you guys, huh. 🙂🙂

“She’s coming,” Bucky said lowly, “Get ready.” 

Way to give our girl an entrance, Bucky you drama queen

If Steve didn’t know better, he’d assume that was one of Boonie’s friends. 

He paused, if he was one of hers then maybe that was his contact. Maybe that was who he needed to get close to. 

Nodding to himself, he pushed away from the wall and toward the man. 

But, maybe he wasn’t. 

I am so confused who the heck is this guy 😭

You know what im just gonna turn off my brain for a sec, and just let the flow of chaos take me.

OH NO WHY DIDN'T I SEE THIS COMING

— A blonde in a champagne-colored dress adorned with crystals that shimmered in the afternoon light. Green eyes darted over him as she took a step toward him and a sly smile played lazily on her lips. —

NO NOT THE FLASHBACKS

“I’m gonna be the one to say it—” Sam started, pushing away from Bucky even as the man glared at him. 

“Please, don’t—”

“Something doesn’t feel right.” 

Sam, you are precious and I love you.

OH

OH MY GOD

FUCKIN'

IS IT REALLY

BOONE

WAITRESS BOONE HSIOGSOA

AHHHH SECRET RENDEZVOUS PLACE

😏😏😏😏 im sorry my brain is going different places

HEHEHEHEHEH IM EXCITED

But also scared

what is going on what is this coffee doing to me

wait ghost

what issues did you run into

what were the issues girl

oh wait she's dealing with the issues... okay. she's beating up her issues. like a boss. we love that for her

why am i so worried for peter when i should have seen this coming from a mile away

i've seen every movie he's been in. I know he's like this. This is how every one of his movies start. He literally never learned to leave things alone.

He'll be fine, he'll go through worse.

Or…or! A spider’s eye view. 

He laughed at his own pun. I love this dweeb.

Peter bouncing off the door was the funniest image to ever be conjured by my brain.

It's like his mind is mine. We are both slow. But like... not slow slow. Like he's still smart but he can also be unbelievably dumb.

why did he try the door

this is what six hours in a cramped space does to your strategy skills, Pete.

oh hi boone

well, that could've ended very differently had she just.... glanced up for a second

oh hi ned

NED

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE MEET HIM ON HERE

NEEEED MY BELOVED MAGICAL BOY

“Dude!” Ned groaned, more than obviously exasperated, “I’ve hardly seen you in the past month!”

le gasp. How dare you ignore Ned for that long, Peter Parker.

LOOK WHAT YOU DID PETER YOU MADE HIM OVERTHINK AND DOUBT HIMSELF

atrocious. this is why j jonah jameson doesn't like you, spidey. you are bad for emotional health

I will never forgive him for that. Poor Ned. ☹

I'm not even paying attention anymore I'm just thinking about Ned. And how MJ is so going to notice his absence.

At this point she'd have already figured him out, because Michelle Jones is smarter than the fricking Avengers.

If she were here, she'd have Ollie on his ass three seconds after he walked in. She knows a bad vibe when she sees it.

No now im thinking about MJ she isn't even here

OH MY GOD SHE'S HERE

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT IT'S STARTING IT'S FUCKING STARTING

SHE'S HERE

Oh i love her outfit oh wow

she really went in ready to kick ass, take names and look good doing it

this is Boone's handiwork isn't it

i love her for it

here we go time for me to shut up

 “What are you doing?”

“Bringing you home,”

✨Orpheus and Eurydice ✨ but this time it won't be Orpheus turning around.

Oh i just made this worse for myself

I am not even halfway through I can't cry now

“If he hurts her, I’ll kill him.”

You have no idea how much he already has, Bucky.

As much as I despise Ollie, I'd have to admire his perseverance. And his cunning; he ran circles around Alpha One with none of them the wiser, and he's running circles around the fricking Avengers now. He's dedicated to his bullshit and his only real motivation for all of it is HYDRA gaining control through organized chaos. What happens after isn't his problem, his only problem is how to get to his and HYDRA's goal.

It's nonsense and it's evil. He could have spent all that time with Alpha One doing literally anything else but he stuck to it. Gotta love him for it.

OKay back to hating the shit out of him.

oh fuck he's got Vibranium knuckles

someone tell Namor

Hey wait a minute isn't he like... really close by though. How much would it take to call Sea-Chicken-Man

I think I know why I find Peter so annoying when he makes decisions

It's because I would do literally the same thing. Beat for beat. I also have to internally tell myself to focus and distract myself by repeatedly doing that.

... That isn't a good thing.

One of his fellow waiters oh my god

What's that meme with Macaulay Culkin with the skateboard...

But they were more of a welcoming committee than an actual force that could stop you. 

Sounds like she enjoys dealing with her issues. Good for her.

oh yay i was right about green eyed guy with the cane

PLease dear god tell me Ari gets out of this safely and Jesse isn't going to end up with another dead loved one

PLEASE

I'm terrified

oh fUcK JACK

I am now even more terrified

god please take me back to the wedding when everything was sorta somewhat happy and i was crying happy tears

You didn’t need two significant others mad at you. 

Three if you want to count a very emotionally confused and exhausted Bucky. Four if anything happens to Boone and Steve gets pissed (and vice versa). Five if anything happens to Clint and Laura has to deal with that.... you know, just to consider everyone's feelings in this situation...

Six if Tony somehow gets hurt and Pepper has to deal with that... I can keep going if need be.

“We got confirmation there’s someone else in the building. We don’t got an ID yet.”

Peter. You foolish little arachnid. If only you slept a little while longer in that vent.

“We run away together.” —

— “That would never work,” 

God damn you Darke.

Even if he’d grown a few more inches and he’d gotten noticeably stronger, he was still the kid you’d known. 

And that is why I can't help but admire him for it.

Also I don't know if I ever mentioned this but when I read the flashback chapters, Ollie and Ghost's voices are very similar in my head, only Ghost's voice is a lot more lax and confident, more flexible (more open as well when she's around Boone, Duke, or Bucky). Ollie sounded more high pitched and unsure in my head.

And he still has a very similar voice as Ghost in my head, even more so now that he's shown his true colors and he's parading around as Ghost.

It was almost as if they were the same person in my head. Not to the point of confusing each other's voices but

Hey wait a minute, did I know before I knew

WAIT A SECOND WHAT

I FORESHADOWED OLLIE BEING WRAITH AND OLLIE BEING FAKE GHOST IN MY OWN HEAD

AND I STILL DIDNT FIGURE IT OUT

I take back what I said about the avengers being slow because oh my god what the fuck is wrong with me

I laid out my own clues and in the midst of my crying over bullshit just decided to forget about the clues.

Wait the plot's still happening I gotta focus

I love it when Ghost bullies the bad guys and reads them to filth. And I love it when they get so mad about it.

How did Ollie grow ten inches? 😭 I need your secrets

Is it just the serum? Come on, please tell me there's like a really special kind of milk out there I can seek out. Just a couple more inches will make me happy.

😭 I just wanna be at least 5 feet tall is that too much to frickin ask

“But now you’re not causing it, are you? Wraith was the chaos. You’re just…what? Spinning lies?”

“Nothing you wouldn’t do,”

So in some ways, he really did look up to her. Huh. Ain't that ironic.

I used to think he was ambitious for thinking he could take on all the Avengers but...

I was just kidding when I said I took it all back I'm still very much annoyed they haven't figured any of this out yet.

Take him down here,  a voice whispered with a hiss,  Take him down now. Finish it while he’s in reach. He can’t run if you clip his wings. 

I really like these weird creepy whispers in their heads. They're very blunt.

I love how calling him Rookie was once a more brotherly term of endearment that she's now using to mock and belittle him.

— “I love you,” he whispered, “I love you so much.” —

— “Don’t talk like that.” You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, “Stop it. Just, stay with me.” —

haha how fuckin dare you

hey look at that im crying now

double taps. center mass. well well fuck me well let's add that to the long list of things that can just make me break down into tears at random moments of the day

it's like these two are playing table tennis with control over the conversation and they keep hitting the ball too hard and end up hitting me (minding their business and enjoying the show in the background) square on the nose

“You don’t have time to think, (F/N),” he said, drawing your attention back to him.

“Well then,” you growled, pushing your chair back slightly, “It’s a good thing I rarely do.” 

Taken out of context, this is exactly something I would say after doing something unbelievably dumb in a stressful situation.

“He’s gone rogue, yet again.” 

Oh Clint you have no idea....

Oh now everyone's on their feet okay

i don't have the same energy they do at this hour

i need more caffeine...

wait how big is his room... if she sent him flying across the room then that would have been a ridiculous amount of distance....

hehe that's a funny visual

WHY IS EVERYONE BULLYING SAM HE DIDN'T CHOOSE THAT JACKET LEAVE HIM ALONE

ooh big action fighty fight scene

I'd like to title it "the Avengers try and take down one (1) woman and fail spectacularly"

DID BUCKY

HE LEAPT OVER OLLIE TO GET TO HER

That is both so epic and so funny at the same time

all this excitement almost made me forget about Peter where the fuck is he

Pietro you lil speedster I love you. I should be thanking Darke every day for keeping you alive after AOU.

OH MY GOD SHE LEFT ARI UNATTENDED

HELLO

HELP

ARI IS FUCKING ALONE

HAHAHAHA AM I GONNA CRY

IM PANICKING 😁

oh thank fuck Wanda and Steve oh my god merry fuckin christmas

maybe i shouldnt go for more caffeine i thought i was gonna go into cardiac arrest

WHITE WIDOW

YELENA

SHE'S HERE TOO?!?

Did she really just stick her tongue out- oh my lord

DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH WOMAN

oh no things just got better

oh how the turn tables

You paused as everything in the room seemed to slow and you caught the striking gaze of Bucky. 

His jaw had dropped slightly, his eyes solely on the Vibranium that was on your hands. 

The Vibranium that had almost blown his arm clean off. 

Haha. Ow.

Oof now I know why the BSU can't actually be put to screen; I don't think the mental image of (F/N) receding and letting Ghost take full control in the midst of chaos will ever be properly done by anyone. That lives in our brains now. No actor can do that the way I imagined it.

Though... it would be fun to see how people interpret how she responds to that little scary voice in her head, Depending on the person (and the performance itself) she could easily be seen as going fucking insane. Like. Really insane. Like put her ass in a mental hospital and give her meds in a tiny paper cup insane.

But is that voice even still Ghost or is there a much more sinister side of her she's only now discovering and embracing

oh fuck

peter. wunderbar.

impeccably timed entrance, parker.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

His glare darkened as he raised his fists in front of him, “Using everything you taught me.”

Pete, no. This is too early in your arc for you to be this viciously angry.

jesus christ he's terrifyingly good at this oh no

is that why the Avengers couldn't corner her... she never tutored them...

Does that mean

The only person who can really beat her is herself?

Ooooh that's fun. I like that idea. Maybe I shouldn't like it so much, it's scary.

“I looked up to you!”

Look I always knew this particular moment would hurt but I didn't expect it to hurt this bad...

I can actually hear him, Darke. Jesus...

I hate how gentle and patient Bucky is being, it's only making it hurt worse...

huh... i always wondered how someone who doesn't need the antidote would react to it...

Um... did it... backfire

This would've been really fuckin' fun to watch completely from Bucky's perspective huh? The hope, maybe relief... and then

woooOOOOOOOH FUCKIN ENTRANCE

JACKABOOOOOY

I'm so excited I completely forgot I was supposed to be live reacting

It would be so funny to tell me from a year ago how now I'm happy to see Wraith.

Another great mental image: Vision bodyslamming into Iron-Man. Thank you Wanda

Oof, there's really no moving on from the first betrayal huh...

Funny, just a year before all this, she saved Clint's life...

DID HE JUST

HOLY SHIT

OLLIE SHOT HER

WHAT THE FUCK

“I’ve been worse. Remember when you tried to kill me?”

“Which time?”

Well if that ain't the most romantic fucking thing

"What's your favorite part of your relationship with your partner?" "Oh the fact that we can and have tried to murder each other. Multiple times. These stab wounds are hallmarks of a perfectly normal healthy relationship."

They're so cute, it's so distracting

like seriously the panic didn't set in for a while

LIKE GIRL

JACK

GOING ONE ON ONE

WITH OLLIE

I SHOULD BE SCREAMING

IS JACK WINNING PLEASE TELL ME JACK IS WINNING

WHY IS IT SO INTENSE OH MY GOD

motherfuckingshitimsonervousmyheartisliterallyjumpingoutofmyribcage

— “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Duke sighed, collapsing down on the bed and looking up at you, “I don’t want him to turn into something like you.” —

Oh OH THAT'S WHY I SHOULD BE PANICKING

OKAYSWITCHING OBJECTIVES

ok ok ok forehead touch how very sweet

WHAT WIAT

HE GOT SHOT IN THE WHAT

oh no okay wait he's okay he's okay

i forgot he was... you know...l

jesus fuckin christ im literally out of breath

reason number two as to why this can't be a TV show: it will literally kill me. it is so stressful. why the fuck am i still reading this. the sun is going to be up by the time i close my eyes.

Poor Peter's going to be in so much trouble after this whole mess

And he'd still be angry.

And he'd have to apologize to Ned.

oh... ned.

FOCUS RHYMIE YOU GOTTA BEAT THE FUCKING SUN

Why hadn’t she thrown a real grenade? It would have been the perfect opportunity to get them off her back. She could have used the carnage and mayhem as a distraction to get away. 

Clint Barton this is another use-your-frickin-brain moment. That is a puzzle piece. Figure out the puzzle. PUT PIECE. IN PUZZLE. SOLVE PUZZLE. BAM YOU FIGURED IT OUT.

— “He shot me.” —

PUZZLES AREN'T ALL THAT HARD BRO.

CLINT. BARTON. SHE IS SPOON FEEDING IT TO YOU.

I'm gonna cry I've been yelling at this poor man all year. He's never gonna get it.

She knew something that he didn’t. 

I swear to god when the truth comes out the only thing that'll shock him is how it all flew over his head all this time

I love Clint. A lot. But I want to slap him right now.

Oh my god what is happening why are they pointing guns at each other AGAIN

poor Bucky...

I love how Ollie still has the ✨audacity✨ to be in Bucky's vicinity when he almost killed Ghost. Like right in front of him.

Does Ollie like being beaten to a pulp?.... Like, other than the soldiers she shot to death, and other than Ghost herself, it's his blood painting the plaza... hasn't he had enough

I feel like if he does like getting beaten, there are healthier places to feel that... y'know, places that involve a lot of leather and minimal clothing...

“We never should have trusted you in the first place!”

My goodness, what a startling realization. 😐

I wonder how she can still drive so well after losing that much blood, after getting shot.

How is she always just. Physically fine. Other than the obvious super soldier part. She just doesn't let anyone else drive even though she's close to death

wait WAIT THAT'S ACTUALLY POETIC

No one's ever been able to control her even when she's literally about to die.

That sounded more epic in my head but you know what I mean.

“It’s okay. Just the adrenaline wearing off. It ain’t gonna kill me.”

“The fact that you know that terrifies me.”

I think I woke up the neighbors laughing at that... oops

“Without Cavanaugh, your labs are nothing. Give it to me.” 

Oof. That must've been a bit insulting for Ollie. Which is a good thing.

Hey... I want a hot chocolate too. How come Peter gets one? I thought he was in trouble?

Oh no they're all brainstorming again

and once again, i am getting my hopes up

they are never gonna figure this out at this point

THEY HAVE SO MANY THEORIES BUT LIKE THE MOST OBVIOUS ONE IS JUST BEING COMPLETELY IGNORED.

They haven't even thought of it yet 😭😭

I love how they all think she's a handler... like did they see that forehead touch? the way they leaned on each other!? the way Wraith seemed genuinely concerned for her after she was shot, compassion that he had never ever exhibited before?

DO HANDLERS GIVE THEIR ASSETS FOREHEAD TOUCHES OR DO THEY JUST THINK WRAITH IS SPECIAL LIKE THAT

I can only imagine how Steve and Wanda are just watching them get farther and farther away from what's actually going on

Like this is stressful enough for me, god knows how much sleep these two are losing over how if she actually was that much of a threat, they'd all probably already be dead.

Like that is a disturbing thing to think about.

“Pietro’s in the bathroom.” Steve shrugged, “For as fast as that shit is, he takes forever.”

I read that wrong and thought he had taken a really quick dump and was just being petty and not leaving the bathroom.

YAY RENDEZVOUS

...if someone was parading around using his name and his mask, he wanted to know who it was. 

oh boohoo

imagine how tired (F/N) is.

and we are back to clint pondering over the clues being laid out at his feet and yet not getting it

i should be screaming at him again

but it is four in the morning

i am sleepy

i have no energy

Clint Barton is a grown man. he'll figure it out. eventually. in the near or far future.

OHHHH BIG CLUE

WHERE THE FUCK ARE STEVE AND WANDA GOING CLINT BARTON

THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT CLUE

HEY LOOK AT THAT

I AM SCREAMING

FIGURE IT OUT CLINT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

yes yesyes yes he's following them maybe finally he'll get it....

Hey! Maybe they know when he shot (F/N). 

At this point, yeah. Maybe they do.

Oh shit....

OH

COME ON

HE CANT GET KIDNAPPED NOW

HE WAS SO CLOSE

I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM

OH NOPE WAIT I CAN KEEP ROOTING FOR HIM

YELENAAAAAAA

YES

OH MY GOD

IT'S ALL FINALLY COMING TOGETHER

STEVE AND WRAITH. YES. OKAY.

MAN WITH CANE IS HERE TOO HELLO ARI HI

NO NO WAIT HE IS MISINTERPRETING THEY ARE NOT COMPORMISED

I am so stressed right now. If you took my blood pressure you'd have to drag me to the fucking hospital

BOONE

BOONE IS FUCKIN ALLIIIIIIIIIVE

THIS

IS

THE BEST

FUCKING REVEAL

EVER

IN THE HISTORY OF REVEALS

THIS IS A CINEMATIC FUCKING MOMENT

CLINT FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT

OH MY GOD IM SO PROUD OF HIM

HE GOT NONE OF HIS POSSIBLE GUESSES RIGHT AND YET HERE HE IS. FACE TO FACE WITH THE TRUTH

TEARS OF FUCKIN RELIEF

good god i am drained

i need a glass of water... possibly also an ambulance

what am i even gonna say.

you know what, i'll just tell you when i wake up. sometime tomorrow...

merry christmas darke. and thank you for the christmas present, it was the most stressful fucking thing ever. took me four fucking hours. four hours of hyperventilating and crying.

i am so tired jesus almighty how the hell did you not die writing this

CHAPTER 83 : SEEING RED

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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“I watched you die,” you whispered, your throat suddenly dry as it closed in on itself, “How the hell are you here?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking you over once more before allowing a dark smirk to curl to his lips. 

“It’s amazing what you can do to a person when they’re knocking on death’s door. High as a kite, blind as a bat,” he chuckled, the sound chilling you to the bone as it rolled across the table. He leaned forward, dropping his voice to a rasped whisper, “It’s amazing what you can do with a hallucinogen, blood packs, and blanks.” 

You visibly flinched, rocking back in your chair as you shook your head and Ghost’s voice slithered into your ears. Your grip on the case tightened, your nails digging into your palm. 

You had to keep in control. You couldn’t let him win. 

But, even as you told yourself that, you felt the tables shift in his favor. 

You know what you have to do. Just do it. 

Cold fury turned molten, creeping to the forefront of your mind as his sneered smile grew. 

“It’s amazing what one can do when they have all the brains,” he continued, “The power. The guts.” 

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[books-and-catears]

HERE WE GO AGAIN GHOST MCS JAJAJAJA

One of which- mc is tied to a small tombstone and can only be awoken by a certain song (ITS THE TEN RABBITS WHICH IS A DARK NURSERY RHYME BUT ITS SO GOOD AADBDKAGAJAAAAAAA HU TAO SINGS IT IT SOUNDS SO NICE AND GHOSTY), after you wake them up they just stay around you and sometimes cause chaos since they get protective, like per say someone was being mean, they would then take their most precious item, destroy their things, etc, protective ghost......

The other is basically, ghost mc is a very shy ghost unless there's music playing (like time adventure) they start to dance around and have a great time- they're the one who takes care of said garden, immediately flees upon the sight of others — imagine if other demons destroyed the garden and they're just,, lightly sobbing because all of their hard work is destroyed

We have feral and shy ghost mcs woowooo

I apologise profusely, now I shall mail myself to mars

With the amount of Ghost MCs I'm writing about I should officially start a whole ass Ghost MC page XD. Right so I shall have to write this in two parts.

I love these asks so much. Kindly donot mail yourself to Mars, I donot like losing my friends on random planets and if I have to drag you back I will lecture you all the way home, Satan+Lucifer style.

Shy Garden Ghost! MC

(This gives me such cottagecore vibes I frigging love it)

Lucifer

Is obviously annoyed when he can never find MC in their room. Where do they keep running off to?

Eventually finds out its the garden. Fine then if they like it so much, all the gardening chores are theirs.

MC is delighted at the offer. Spends their time pruning and watering and nurturing plants.

Doesn't talk to anyone much, just smile at everyone and go about their day. However they couldn't resist music.

Lucifer learnt that when he played one of his records and looked out the window. MC was dancing about happily, their laughter ringing through the wind.

Their feet never touched the grass once they started dancing, always floating a good few inches above ground. It only added to their grace.

He knows how shy they were so he just stands there sipping tea, watching them dance from behind his curtains. It's the favorite part of his day.

Mammon

MC is a WHAT? A GHOST? And they live in the garden?!

At first he's strangely scared even before seeing MC. But after he's told he has to take care of MC, he ventures into the garden. MC was smiling to themself, pruning some tall trees. It was strangely calming.

Great now the Garden is where he hides from Lucifer.

He gets to attached MC and also asks for more gardening chores. MC cannot possibly cut all the grass by themself!

He sees how MC loves planting flowers and herbs and takes care of them.

He often buys new seeds of fruits and flowers he thinks MC might like.

One day he comes home to find MC crying in the middle of a completely destroyed garden. A heavy storm ruined all their hard work.

Mammon just wordlessly gets to work, trying to fix everything by himself. He doesn't like seeing MC like this.

Leviathan

MC loves gardening that much? Great! They are now his partner in all the foraging games.

Levi is often impressed by how MC guesses exactly which components to combine to create the strongest items.

Both of them being shy, often blush in silence sitting next to each other. Sometimes their hands intertwine and noone says a thing. MC's were always deathly cold, but Levi loved that.

MC is the only thing that can make Levi go out of his room for fresh air. He was hesitant at first, but now he loves visiting the garden.

Sometimes he takes note of what plants MC uses in real life.

It's quiet and it's just MC doing their thing, smiling at him often. He secretly takes so many pictures.

In appreciation, he made a virtual garden identical to the one they made.

Satan

Satan is instantly impressed by MC's skills and knowledge about gardening. He is a lover of nature too after all. Especially flowers.

MC used to scutter away when first approached them in the garden. He chuckled to himself, thinking their shyness is adorable.

But he used to come to the garden so often, MC finally got used to it. Satan would sit in the grass asking or telling MC about the flowers or shrubs they'd just planted.

Sometimes they would sneak out in the middle of breaks, taking a walk and checking on the plants.

One day as they walked in hand-in-hand, MC screamed and fell down in horror. Someone had uprooted all the freshly planted plants spitefully.

Satan was gone for the whole day. He returned at night, with blood spatters on his clothes and a strange duffel bag.

He went straight to the garden to fix everything with you. He'd said that demon remains had potential to be a good fertilizer.

Asmodeus

A soft ghost MC with a flowercore aesthetic? Asmo was instantly intrigued.

But MC is so shy they hide the moment Asmo steps foot in the garden. Asmo catches them peering up at him, hiding in the middle of a bunch of flowers.

My, my, was his beauty that intimidating to you? Don't worry MC, you're just a gorgeous as he is. There is an odd charm about your slightly transculent skin.

One day he found their secret. The fact that they cannot help but dance if they hear music.

So he goes walking in the garden, singing in his gorgeous voice. How can anyone resist that voice?

MC emerges from the shadow of the trees and dances to the sound of his voice. Floating higher and higher with a smile on their face.

Asmo watches them in awe, bringing out his wings. He joins them in the sky. MC is startled at first but takes the hand that he offers. MC is too enamored by his voice.

Asmo feels like he's in a movie and loves that feeling. Just two beautiful beings dancing in the dead of the night.

Beelzebub

Beel noticed an abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables after MC showed up. He is even more thankful, when he sees MC sets aside a lot of extras for him.

He notices how MC works super hard in the garden to grow the vegetables. Especially the heavy lifting.

He doesn't waste a single second - all the heavy handed jobs are his now. He doesn't care that MC is strong enough he's here to help.

MC got over their shyness quicker around him because that's how much a calming presence he was. He helped soften the soil and also helped pluck out the bigger vegetables when it was all good.

Although he did end up eating a lot of them, MC laughed and patted his head. After all his hard work he deserved that much atleast.

One day he MC and him discovered the garden had been destroyed. Someone left behind a note "Disappear like you're supposed to, you stupid ghost".

Beel was already hugging MC and bringing them back inside when MC started crying. Later that night he said he was too full to eat. A whole demon takes time to digest.

Belphegor

Belphie's a little brat. Seeing how shy MC was - he was set to embarrass them even more.

He'd take his pillow in the garden and fall asleep exactly near the plants that MC was currently working on.

MC would squeal and skitter away at first but then got used to his presence. After all all he does is sleep.

Once as a prank, MC built a little flower crown and placed it on Belphie's sleepy head. Belphie woke up to his brothers taking pictures of him and laughing about how cute he looked.

Oh now he had more plans to annoy MC. He'd brought his DDD along and played music, hiding in some tall shrubs. And while MC danced happily, a skip and hop in their step.

He was going to send it in the group to his brothers but he was so enamored by the dancing he kept staring till he fell asleep watching it. Like a good dream.

He woke up to MC snuggled into him. They were no longer shy. Belphie put his arms around them and went back to sleep.

[pegplunkett]

WIP Tag Game! ✍️

Thank you to @chronic-ghost for tagging me in this ages ago, and sorry for only getting around to it now, I love getting tagged in stuff and have really enjoyed all the sneaky peeks at everyone’s sexy WIPs that this game brought about! (also ghostie, your mm character remix fic sounds UNREAL)

So I’ve been dicking around with a - you guessed it - haimgruder fic but it’s still kinda rough and I’m not sure I really like it tbh but in the spirit of the game, here’s a lil bit of it anyway!

She ran her hand down the side of his admittedly handsome face and gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at her. Big, round eyes met her stare and his breath hitched at the sight of her standing over him in a black corset and boots.

‘Whatever am I going to do with you, Blue Eyes,’ she mused.

She took a step closer to where he knelt on the carpet and pushed her foot between his thighs, pressing into his groin. A gasp escaped his lips as he stared up at her in reverence. She pushed her boot harder between his legs and he whimpered, his hips shifting in an effort to feel some friction.

‘Did I say you could move?’ she snapped, her voice contemptuous, stepping back from him.

He shook his head pitifully.

‘Answer me.’

‘N-no.’

His voice caught her slightly off guard, but she recovered quickly. It was higher than she was expecting for a man of his size, and while she could only really guess at his stature given his position on the floor, he just seemed tall.

She pulled a chair over from the desk against the wall and sat down in front of him with her knees spread wide apart. Her hand slid down the front of her black underwear and she slowly slipped two fingers inside herself. He wetted his bottom lip as he watched, transfixed by the movement of her hand under the black fabric. She gave a little moan as she worked her fingers in and out, gathering the slick wetness that had built up. Slowly, theatrically, she leaned forward and held her hand out to his face, her fingers under his nose. He inhaled deeply and she could see him getting even more aroused.

‘Do you want to know if I taste as good as I smell?’

He nodded yes.

‘Only good boys get to taste me,’ she admonished. ‘Are you a good boy, Jeb?’

He nodded again, his eyes pleading, his lips parted. ‘Please,’ he croaked.

She pushed her fingers into his mouth and drew them out slowly as his pretty lips and tongue licked at the taste of her.

‘We’ll see.’

if anyone hasn’t been tagged yet then consider THIS your tag because I want to see what everyone’s cooking up in the sex kitchen that is this fandom if anyone hasn’t gotten to share yet! gimme!

[ray-ray-writings]

Ghost of You-SBI AU Imagine

To the anon that requested this, why would you rip my heart out like this? 

This is a Father!Philza x Brother!Technoblade x Brother!Wilbur x Brother!Tommy in the dreamsmp. In this you’re younger than Wilbur and Techno but older than Tommy. This is pretty sad with only a slightly happy ending… Just a warning. 

Masterlist here 

Three cannon lives. Some argue it’s too many, some argue it’s not enough. But once Y/N loses all theirs, everyone can agree that there’s never enough

Y/N’s POV

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I was only supposed to go out and find a new village. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I was in a desert searching for a village like I said. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself from kicking the dead bushes and collecting the sticks they dropped. I don’t know why. But it made me so happy to do so. Made me feel like a kid. But I kicked a bush and the sand underneath me moved. I wasn’t fast enough. I fell. I fell and fell into the ravine with nothing to stop the fall damage. I didn’t have a bucket of water or a hay bale or anything. I wasn’t expecting to fall. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I could remember my scream echoing off of the stone walls and then nothing. Nothing at all. 

*POV Switch*

Third Person POV

The whole server was gathered at the remains of L’Manberg. They were deciding what to do with the giant whole in the ground. There was light chatter in the air. Jokes and laughter danced through the crowd as they all got along once. But then it changed. Everything shifted as a notification dinged on everyone's arm. 

By habit, all heads turned to the arm to see it. Immediately all noise stopped. Everyone froze at the message that popped up on their right arm. Surely this had to be some sort of sick joke, right? There is no possible way it was real. 

Y/N fell from a high place

They all knew. They all knew that you were on your last life. You lost your first one in the original L’Manberg war and then lost another in the most recent war due to a wither, Techno still felt very guilty about that. If what the message said is true, then you just lost your last life. “No” the silence was broken by a desperate whisper escaping Philza’s lips. “No!” He cried out a little louder this time. “I can’t… I can’t lose another. No please,” He begged no one in particular. If you listened closely, you could hear everyone’s hearts break at the sound of the desperate father. Even Dream felt the heavy weight on his chest. 

You were so young. Not quite a minor, but young nonetheless. How dare you be taken away from them? Philza broke out into a run to your house, blubbering, begging for you to be there. Techno and Tommy also followed their father in a sprint, silently begging that you would be alright, that this was just some sick joke. Ghostbur didn’t quite understand what was happening, but he followed at a much slower pace. 

Slowly, everyone broke up from the group and went to their respective homes, the business could be conducted another day. They all attempted to go about their own business as normal as possible, but when the heart wrenching scream of Philza sounded from your house, everyone knew…. You were gone. Really actually gone. 

*POV switch*

Y/N’s POV

I woke to a scream. A scream I had never heard before but I somehow knew who it was. It was my father. Why was my father screaming in my home? And why was I so cold? It only took a simple look down to understand why. Had this happened a few months prior, I wouldn’t know what was happening, but because of Ghostbur, I knew. I knew I was a ghost. That confused me too though. Why was it that I could remember everything and Ghostbur remembered nothing? 

I got out of my bed. I couldn’t help but give a dark chuckle. That’s where my reset spawn was and I guess that’s where I respawned even as a… ghost. I almost couldn’t believe it. I lost all my lives. I’m dead. 

I slowly left my room and walked downstairs. There I found my father, sobbing on the ground. My brother’s crowded around him, tears also streaming down their cheeks. I could feel my non beating heart break at the sight. I had never seen my father so distraught, not even when he killed Wilbur. That was something he was forced to do. It was something Wilbur wanted. Yes, Dadza was sad about it. But it was something that had to be done. Something that was for the best. But this? This was unexpected. I was only supposed to be gone for a few hours. I was supposed to come back. 

“Dad” I breathed out, causing all heads to snap to me. A single sob escaped Philza’s lips as he scrambled up from the floor and ran toward me. “Dad, wait!” I tried to stop him, holding my arms out, but it did no good. Philza ran right through me. In one way and out the other. Another loud sob echoed out of his lips. “Y/N” he cried out as I turned around to face him. He held his hands out to try and hug me, but stopped. He instead wrapped his arms around himself in a tight hug, “What happened?” His voice cracked. 

And so I told him. I told him the truth. Even though it was a really lame way to die, I told him the truth. Small sniffs left his lips as I told my story. When I was done, Philza spoke again, “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I sent you out to find that village. Had I not done that, you wouldn’t be dead. You wouldn’t be a ghost.” “Dadza” I breathed out, “It’s not your fault. It’s really not. You couldn’t have known, and neither could I. I should have been paying more attention, but I wasn’t and that’s the price I have to pay. At least I’m still here. I may be dead, but I’m here,” I did my best to comfort my father. He let out another sniff and nodded, “Yeah… that’s true. But I still can’t help but feel guilty…” 

I turned around and faced my brothers. They were staring at me in shock. “Hey Y/N” Wilbur greeted brightly, walking over. “How are you? Why do you look different?” I couldn’t help but laugh at my brother’s ghostie innocence, “I’m okay Ghostbur… I look different now because I’m a ghost. Just like you,” I informed him. Ghostbur gasped, “No way! We’re twinsies now! Move over Techno I’ve got a new twin.” Techno took a few steps forward toward us. “Yeah Ghostbur, we’re twins now” I responded softly, watching Techno. 

My pink headed brother stopped right in front of me, staring at me. In his eyes I could see the tears pooling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. I knew that he was not only talking about this death, but my second one as well. “It’s not your fault either Tech” I told him in the most comforting voice I could. 

Tommy came up behind Techno and stared at me with angst in his eyes. “Y/N… It wasn’t your time” He whispered. A sad smile appeared on my lips as I nodded, “Apparently it was Tommy. But it’s okay. I’m still here, and I’ll always be here for you,” I tried to comfort. A sad laugh escaped Tommy’s lips. “God, I’ve never wished I could give you a hug harder than I’m wishing right now.” “Me too Tommy. Me too” 

The sweet moment was broken by a small gasp behind us. I turned around and found an excited look on Ghostbur’s face, “Maybe we can hug! Since I’m a ghost and you’re a ghost,” Ghostbur claimed with a huge smile. Huh… Maybe. “Worth a shot,” I claimed with a shrug before walking over to Wilbur. 

Before I could prep myself, Ghostbur’s arms wrapped around me in a solid hug. Once he realized that we weren’t just going through each other, he let out another excited gasp. “It’s working! I can hug you! I can actually hug someone! This is the best day ever!” He yells. I couldn’t help but laugh at his phrasing, this is the best day ever huh? I couldn’t blame him, he was excited about getting to touch someone after weeks of zero contact. 

When I pulled away from the hug, I found that my father had made his way to my alive siblings and wrapped his arms around them. A soft smile rested on his face, the tear tracks gleaming off of his cheeks. “It’s going to be okay,” I promised, giving him a small head nod. Dadza returned one with a soft sigh, “I know. I just wish we could be okay with the alive you.” “So do I, but I guess you’ll just have to deal with the ghost of me for now.” I teased gently, walking over, just to be near the three. A soft chuckle rumbled through each of them. “Yeah, I guess we’ll just have to deal with the ghost of you… For now” 

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