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Kidding! Since I haven't posted a lot on here in a while, I planned on posting two chapters as Ghost is in two parts. Here is another chapter of Love in the Broken Soul!

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Ghost: Part Two

Meanwhile In The Basement

Arthur landed on his butt in front of a coffin that had a skull symbol on the front; the entirety being black with a dash of magenta, making it look creepy yet beautiful. The blonde, hamster loving mechanic got up, rubbing his sore behind as he looked around, stunned at seeing well made furniture and other accessories, like pictures, a queen sized bed and a small dresser. Whoever used to lived here left the mansion in great shape, even the basement was left in beauty. However, Arthur didn't want to find out if the owner was still there, waiting to pounce. He turned to find a way out only to freeze mid-step at hearing a 'creaking' noise. It came from the coffin.

Fear gripping his very soul, Arthur turned around, hoping to be wrong, only for his eyes to widen in panic at seeing it start to open by itself as he jumped away in fright. Once the coffin was fully open, he could see a tall skeleton ghost with a floating skull, who was dressed in a black tuxedo with a purple tie on, inside, along with a golden heart floating in front of the ghost's chest. Arthur was just about to hightail it outside the door, excitement all but gone, fear and terror replacing the emotion, only to stop as he saw the ghost open its eyes and look at him, making him gasp in confused wonder. The eyes were a lovely shade of magenta, stunning and confusing the blonde. Where has he seen that color before?

The ghost's magenta eyes widened in what seemed to be shock, surprise and hope as it slowly got out, saw him and started to float towards the terrified mechanic, stopping in front of him. As the ghost stopped, it said, as the ghostly being pointed to it's golden, pulsing heart, "Artie, it's ok. You're safe, mi corazón. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm so glad that you are safe and alive. Here. Look inside my anchor. You'll understand who I am." The heart started to float towards a slightly curious and still terrified Arthur, who nearly froze at how familiar the echoy yet soft baritone voice was to him.

Normally when this type of contact happens to the Mystery Skulls, Arthur was usually the one who faced possession and kidnapping from the thousands of supernatural baddies and crazy cults they come across. On some of the more rare cases, he came very close to actually dying in some cult ritual or ghost trying to devour his soul; his friends always came to his rescue and saved him before it was too late. Now, however, it look like this vengeful (but he could feel that it's aura radiates that of a guardian angel!? How is that possible?...) ghost was calm, it's gaze looking at him gently, and wanted to show the blonde something; maybe it has something to do with the heart locket floating towards him. Just who was this ghost? How and why did it know his name? Did he know him before he died? Why did the ghost feel and look so familiar?

His hands reached out to grab hold of the locket, his mind becoming fuzzy, something inside him screaming out 'You know this person! You know who this is!' but he couldn't remember where or who. For the past year he felt as if something was out of place but for the life of him he couldn't figure it out, especially since his companions wouldn't tell him anything about why they were sad, guilty, and regretful when ever he's not in the same room with them. He wants to know what's going on and what he was missing; why his loved ones were so hurt emotionally. Maybe this ghost could help him figure it out.

So with his hands outstretched, Arthur held the pulsing heart, touching the locket with his flesh and metal hand as it opened, revealing two pictures that were familiar to him. He recognized them both as he saw something in the pictures in front of him. Looking at the very clear picture of the tall, purple clothed, tan skinned man with kind, caring magenta eyes beside the smiling faces of him, Vivi and Mystery, his eyes widened as he said, before his mind went bright with magenta, "Wait a minute, you're..." His sentence was cut off as pink/purple magic shot out of the anchor and into his amber eyes; Arthur falling to his knees as he fainted, reliving memories of who Lewis was to him and his friends. He didn't hear the ghost shout out his name in shock, worry and concern as he rushed to catch the young man.

The ghost, Lewis, caught Arthur before the mechanic's face could hit the ground and he held him in his arms as the blonde recovered everything from his 'broken' mind, worried and frightened as to why Arthur had fainted after seeing the pictures; he only wanted to show who he was to Arthur, that he was Lewis. He didn't expect Arthur to collapse or for magic to hit him.

Lewis watched in worry and concern as he held his best friend, gently running a hand through orange-blonde hair. He took the time to see new changes which were the prosthetic arm, marveling at the craftsmanship but also knowing that it would always be a reminder of that night of what he was forced to do and the necklace around the blonde's neck before looking at Arthur's face, baffled by the magic (his magic wth!?) radiating off of the blonde's amber eyes. Before Lewis could figure out what had caused this, the basement door was blown open and standing in the doorway, as Lewis, who was shocked, turned around with Arthur still in his arms, was a furious Vivi wielding a bat and Mystery, who was growling in his kitsune form, glaring at the ghost. He never saw them so protective in fury which caused fear to go through him.

Vivi's eyes locked with the still form of their friend before looking at him and, as she raised her bat and ran towards Lewis, shouted, protective anger shown on her face, "Let my friend go you blasted ghoul or else!" Fear and panic gripping him as he turned to his human form, Lewis quickly shouted back, as he flew up with Arthur still in his arms, "Vivi! Wait! Stop! Don't hit me with the bat! It's me, Lewis!" Stopping before she could hit him hard on his head, Vivi looked up in shock, tears fresh in her eyes as her hold on the bat loosened and fell from her hand as she saw someone she hadn't seen in over a year and quietly spoke, in hope, "Lewis? Is it really you?" Behind them, Mystery's eyes widened in surprise as he drank in the calm and familiar aura before nearly howling in utter relief and happiness; his young pup was back! Lewis has come back as a powerful ghost! Oh thank the gods. He didn't fail his charges as he had thought!

Vivi walked towards Lewis, her hands shaking as she started to cry. She stopped in front of him as he floated down to the ground. As they sat with their knees on the ground, she reached out her hand and touched Lewis's face, crying as she said, smiling faintly at feeling him here and solid, "You came back. Oh, LewLew! Never leave us again you stupid idiot! I thought that you were gone forever." Leaning into her touch, Lewis looked at Vivi and said, as he still held Arthur close in between them, "Don't worry, Vivi. I'm never leaving you, Arthur or Mystery again. And I'll make sure to never let harm come to any of you ever again."

Before Mystery walked to his little family, he saw that Arthur had the glow again, only this time it was pulsing slowly and the blonde had different expressions on his face. Mystery's eyes widened as he looked at his charges, realizing what that means. Hoping and wishing to be wrong, he turned his head and saw the last bits of sparks from an anchor that was opened near his charge as his eyes widened in fear and said, realizing what Lewis did, "Lewis, did you give Arthur his memories of you back?" Eyes widening in alarm, Lewis looked at Mystery and said, as he saw Vivi freeze and looked at Arthur, "Wait, what do you mean by Artie not remembering me!? I only wanted to take my death away from him. I know he was possessed and I don't blame him! It was never his fault! But I didn't know I blocked myself from his mind entirely!"

Suddenly, Vivi was filled with terror. She looked at Mystery and Lewis, saying, in fear and panic, "Mystery, Lewis, what if he remembers the cave and blames himself? What will we do if he remembers your death, LewLew?" That question froze the two supernatural beings in the room; they didn't want Arthur to remember that... that horrible night! They know that he was possessed and couldn't do a thing to stop it, even if he was fighting against it. Looking at their unconscious member, they desperately hoped that he didn't remember Lewis's death. They didn't want him to be guilty for a crime that he didn't commit; one that he had no control over.

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Fright or Flight: Chapter 2

Parings: Prinxiety // Logicality // Platonic LAMP

Story Summary: Virgil and Patton investigate the New Prince Castle, when a brutal accident kills Patton. Patton wakes as a ghost and meets friendly ghoul Roman, who has been haunting the castle for 20 years. Virgil is determined to bring Patton back to life and brings Logan, the ghost expert, to help him out. Time is quickly running out, and the four must work together to undo death. If only it was as simple as Logan made it sound.

Unknown to them, a secret entity in the castle does not plan on letting them succeed.

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When Patton first met Virgil, his last intention was to become friends with him. Virgil had built up a notorious reputation over the first few months of school, and his grades did nothing to disprove his status. Patton wasn’t the type to judge a person’s character based on rumors nor looks. No one was a higher believer in the benefit of doubt than Patton! However, Virgil’s first impression did not help his case.

Virgil transferred into Patton’s English class the second semester due to a schedule change. When the teacher stated a new team project was to be completed, Patton did not shy away from offering to be Virgil’s partner. He understood how difficult it could be being the new kid in a class full of friends and cliques.

The project was hefty, an collection of novel analyzing, essays, vocabulary, and journal entries. Patton was not looking forward to the Shakespearean project-Shakespeare’s language was alien to him. It occurred to Patton that pairing up with the soon-to-be-dropout may not have been his best idea. Nonetheless, Patton refused to be jaded.

The first day of the project, Virgil refused to touch the work.

“There’s no way I’m touching this project.” Virgil sneered. “Especially about Shakespeare.”

“Huh?” Patton had not fully processed Virgil’s words. “Is it because you don’t understand it?”

“Sure.”

“Neither can I! I guess Shakespeare really has our brains shaken up! Maybe we can ask the teacher to go over it for us?”

The teen huffed and shook his head. Virgil laid his head on the wooden desk and his eyes slipped closed. He napped for the rest of the period.

His behavior continued for weeks. Patton had tried everything in his power to get Virgil to help him out. Patton’s seemingly endless supply of compliments and encouraging gestures served no help.

Patton’s mind had conjured countless excuses for Virgil since Virgil himself refused to give one. At the beginning the excuses had seemed feasible. Lack of sleep? Family issues? However, by week three, Patton was already scraping the bottom of the barrel, trying to justify Virgil’s dismissive attitude with clones and possible mind control. Virgil was no closer to lifting up a pencil, there were ten days left of the project, and Patton still understood little to nothing about Shakespeare. Patton was flying solo and time was ticking.

The final week before the project was due, Patton caught the flu.

Patton would chalk up the flu to the top three sucky sicknesses of his lifetime. His fever was raging, his skin drowning in sweat while the insides of him iced over. Patton couldn’t tell when being awake ended and when sleep began. The only alarm in Patton’s body was the churning in his gut that rushed him to the toilet.

Understandably, the project was the last thing on his mind.

Patton would not remember his Shakespeare mission until the Sunday before it was due, when he was shaking off the final remnants of the flu. The realization hit him like a train, but by the time he went flying off his bed and hurriedly logging on to his computer to check the time, Patton knew it was hopeless. There was no way he could get the project done in a few hours and counting. Not when all his energy was going into fighting of sneezes and headaches.

Patton was dejectedly scrolling through his email filled with newsletters from adoption sites and animal protection agencies when a subject line caught his eye: “English Project.” Linked to the email were word documents and an audio file. Perplexedly, Patton opened the email.

To: patpetspups@gmail.com

From: killjoy_2001@icloud.com

Subject: English Project

Patton,

so apparently you’ve been sick. class is way more quiet without you their, which is wierd.

i think i did everything you hadn’t done. it’s gonna be really mispelled and confusing and shit. sorry. i’m not the best with righting. feel free to fix anything.

get well soon.

-V

p.s. sorry for acting like a jerk. i owe you a explanation monday.

Patton hugged his computer screen and laugh with relief. He had no idea why Virgil was so nervous. His ideas were brilliant. A week later, Patton would see an A in his gradebook for the Shakespeare project.

There was a reason why Patton never lost faith in people.

True to his word, the next week Virgil explained his mistreatment to Patton. Virgil struggled with dyslexia. While he was getting tutoring in overcoming his learning disability, Virgil’s writing made him incredibly insecure. His old teacher always let him work individually, but the new teacher wasn’t having it. Before class, the teacher pulled him aside and told Virgil he was no different from any other student and would have to work with a partner. Virgil, determined to spite the teacher and anxious to seem like an “idiot” in front of Patton, would pretend to sleep the whole period.

“All your writing took was a quick grammar fix. The ideas were so good! I’m not just saying that to say that, they actually were! I could never think of something like that.” Patton reassured enthusiastically.

Virgil flushed a bright red. “I didn’t do much. Shakespeare is a lot easier to understand with audio.”

Patton listened to the audiobook of Macbeth that night. Virgil clearly wasn’t giving himself enough credit.

Virgil and Patton quickly grew close once the project was done. Virgil was still quiet, snappy, moody, and detrimentally insecure, but he began to open up more as the months went on. By senior year, Patton and Virgil was joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod.

Virgil had grown a lot since freshman year.

Being joined at the hip with Virgil meant that Patton got to understand Virgil by the simplest change in body language or expression. It also meant that Patton became aquatinted with anyone close to Virgil.

Patton already had a bad feeling while Virgil’s tone had shifted on the phone the night they were chatting about yearbook quotes. Remy sending Patton a text only confirmed the ball of dread in his stomach.

Rem: pat can we talk ?

Patton: You don’t even have to ask! Everything ok?

Rem: it’s about v

Rem: have you guys talked recently ? out of school

Patton: We talked last weekend. Over the phone. Why? Is Virgil fine??

Rem: idk. he came over to my house a couple nights ago at like 5 am. talked about some ghost shit.

Patton: He woke you up to talk about ghosts??(language!)

Rem: looking for affirmation that he wasn’t some obsessed ghost freak. i told him nah

Rem: but tbh he kinda is obsessed

Patton: He is passionate about his ghosts! But that’s not a bad thing.

Rem: v strongly disagrees. the whole thing about the yearbook and ghost quotes really messed with his head

Patton: I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It was just an idea! I promise! I’ll apologize to him!!!

Rem: wait no thats not what im saying. no one blames u

Rem: is he doing any ghost stuff anytime soon

Patton: Yep. He’s going to visit a castle!

Patton: Is that bad?

Rem: don’t you remember last time v became paranoid abt something? he pulled some real stupid stuff just to prove ppl wrong

Patton: Yeah. I know.

Patton: Gosh now I’m worried :(

Rem: i just dont want him doing anything he’ll regret on the trip. can u just…idk watch out for him pls ? ik v can take care of himself. but sometimes he gets into this headspace that’s self-destructive

Rem: tbh i dont like his ghost stuff as it is. i dont need him doing something dumb either

Patton: I understand Rem. That’s really sweet of you <3 <3

Patton: I’ll look out for him! I promise!!!! :-) :-)

Rem: ty. dont tell v abt this convo tho

Despite feeling uneasy about it, Patton understood Remy’s request to keep silent. Telling Virgil about their conversation would only push Virgil away and make him defensive. It’d be impossible to look out for him.

Virgil had already given Patton a way in. Patton had to talk to Logan for Virgil and get any supplies he might need. Patton loved visiting Logan in and of itself. Maybe Logan could help him out.

Logan’s business was located near small shops clustered along the beach. It was a hotspot for tourists, where knickknacks and souvenirs were sold and expensive attractions were advertised. Patton walked along here with Virgil sometimes, stopping at the arcade or mirror maze. Patton had met some of the most interesting people in the small touristy town.

Among the attractions was a dark blue shingled building with a pointy-roofed top. Painted letters on a wooden board spelt out “Afterlife Exposed.” Patton stepped through the door and a bell gently ringed, signaling his arrival.

At the sound of the bell, a tall, dark-haired man turned around. His navy suit blended in with the darkness of the shop. The man’s lean body was captivated beautifully in the suit. Patton quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously.

“I have been expecting you-oh. Greetings, Patton. What a surprise.”

“Hi Logan!” Patton waved enthusiastically. “Who were you expecting?”

“No one. It’s a new rule Father has implemented. I must say it to every customer to ‘set the mood,’ as he calls it.” Logan dragged his hand over his face exasperatedly. “I find it quite ridiculous. But business shall be business.”

Logan’s father technically owned Afterlife Exposed. But he was always hidden in the back, gathering supplies or experimenting. Logan was currently studying entrepreneurship in college in order to take over the family business someday.

“How may I help you today, Patton?” Logan inquired, stepping around the counter to stand in front of him. He was even taller up close.

Patton filled Logan in about the New Prince Castle family murder and Virgil’s plan to investigate the castle for one of his ghost routines. Logan nodded politely the whole way through.

“I see. What an intriguing case. What exactly does he need from me?”

Patton shrugged cluelessly. “Anything you think might help, I guess.”

“What’s his budget?”

“A coffee and cake pop from Starbucks, if he uses his gift card.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And he sent you to purchase something from here? Why, he couldn’t even afford a keychain.”

“Come on, Logan! He’s one of your most loyal customers and between us, he’s going through a rough patch. Can’t you help him out? Please?”

Logan massaged his temples and sighed. “Patton, it’s just not something the business can afford to do right now. My Father and I have been dealing with a sort of rough patch as well. You and Virgil have my sincerest apologies-truly, you do.”

Patton nodded dejectedly, “I understand.” Spotting Logan’s hesitant expression and tense form, he rested a hand on Logan’s shoulder and grinned. “Really, I do. I don’t blame you.”

Logan gave a small, tight-lipped smile in return. Gently shaking Patton’s hand off his shoulder, he clasped his hands together tightly. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I’m not too sure.” Patton pursed his lips in thought. “Well, actually. I was wondering if you could tell me the dos and don’ts of ghost hunting. The yays and nays. The cats and dogs-actually no scratch that, both of those would be a yay.”

“With all due respect, Patton, I think Virgil has got that covered.” Logan reassured. “He must have asked me a dozen times prior to his first investigation.”

“Oh yeah, I know. It’s for me.” Patton corrected.

Logan raised an eyebrow in perplexion. Patton had never shown an interest in ghost hunting when Virgil wasn’t to be found.

Patton thought quickly. “I just want to understand more. For when I talk to Virgil. Sometimes I really don’t get half the explanations coming from the kiddo’s mouth.” It wasn’t a lie. “Just…how do you deal with ghosts?

“I see.” Logan clicked his tongue. “I’m sure Virgil could explain it to you more in depth. But, if you’re ever in doubt, chalk it up to one thing: respect. Is what you’re doing respecting the afterlife and their home? Are you portraying common courtesy? Treat them with the same respect as the living, if not more. There are exceptions, as with anything, but for the most part, that should keep you out of trouble with spirits.”

“Respect.” Patton repeated.

“You have strong morals, Patton. If you’re concerned about involvement with the afterlife due to your closeness with Virgil, I would not worry. Lack of respect is the last of your weaknesses.”

Logan pulled out his phone from the back of his pocket. “I apologize, I must return to my work. However, if you or Virgil have any more questions, feel free to give me a call.”

Patton gushed and thanked Logan, jotting down his number. Logan flushed a gentle red and held out his hand for a handshake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Patton.”

Patton swatted Logan’s hand away and brought him in for a hug. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan awkwardly pat Patton on the back before ungracefully untangling himself from the embrace. “I was only doing my job. Now, I understand it’s none of my business, but I recommend getting some rest. You look exhausted.”

“High school has permanently carved bags under my eyes.” Patton shook his head defeatedly.

Logan gave an amused smirk. “You sounded like Virgil.”

Patton beamed. “Like father, like son!”

Just as Patton was about to turn around to leave the store, something in the corner of the room glistened, catching his eye. “Hey Logan? Just one more thing?”

Logan hummed at him, encouraging Patton to continue.

He pointed to the object at the corner of the room. “How much can I get that for?”

 “Walkie-talkies. I sent you to Logan Berry, one of the smartest, most knowledgeable people about the afterlife in this town, and you come back with a Ghost Buster walkie-talkie.” Virgil grunted, dangling the toy by its antennae.

“You can have the Casper the Ghost one instead.”

“What? No! Ghost Busters is better, anyway.” Virgil groaned. “That’s not the point. How about advice? Did Logan say anything?”

“Just to respect the ghosts. Have common courtesy. Which you better be doing anyway, even without Logan telling you to do so.”

Virgil threw his hands up in exasperation and fell down into his sofa as the cushions engulfed the skinny man. “Obviously I respect them! The last thing I need is coming home possessed and cursed! He knows I know that. That’s really all he said?”

“Besides giving us his number.” Patton confirmed. “Which I already gave you.”

Virgil grumbled. “Whatever. One day I’ll get enough money to- wait. The walkie-talkies. There’s no way you could have bought them with my money, I would not have had enough. Please don’t tell me…”

Virgil got a glance of Patton’s sheepish look and groaned. “Patton, we have a rule! No buying each other anything!” He buried his head in his hands. “I can’t pay you back. You know that.”

“Hey…” Patton took a seat next to Virgil and laid a comforting hand on his knee. “It’s okay. They weren’t expensive. You don’t have to pay me back.”

Virgil looked at Patton in between his fingers. His voice was muffled against his palms. “You know how I feel about that, Pat.”

“Virgil, come on.” Patton pleaded.

Virgil shook his head. “Thank you. But, you need to return them.”

Guilty silence settled among the two, but neither made a move to leave. Both were lost in their own worlds when an idea struck Patton.

He nudged Virgil. “I know a way for you to pay me back without money.” At Virgil’s unimpressed look, he protested, “Seriously! It would mean a lot more to me than whatever these walkie-talkies cost.”

“Yea?” Virgil lifted his head from his hands. “What is it?”

Patton stared at Virgil’s stormy eyes as his heart pounded. In all honesty, this was the last thing Patton wanted to do. He was terrified. But, he thought back to the conversation he had with Remy, and the last time Virgil did something senseless unsupervised due to paranoia. “I want to go ghost hunting with you. At the New Prince Castle.”

Virgil’s jaw dropped. His eyes darted around Patton’s face before he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle. “Sure, Pat. Whatever you say.”

“No, I’m serious!” Patton insisted. “I’ll respect the ghosts and do whatever you tell me to do!”

Virgil was dismissing Patton before he could finish his sentence. “No, no, no. You hate ghost stories, Pat! Especially ones that are spooky and gruesome. You’d hate ghost-hutning. It’s dark and there’s lots of weird noises and tons of spiders. No way. I’m not adding more guilt to my conscience.”

Virgil made a move to get up from the sofa, but Patton refused to let the conversation drop. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and pulled him back to the seat. Virgil landed with a clumsy thump.  

“Kiddo, I know I hate all those things. I’m sure I’ll be scared. But, you’ll be there too! I love you more than I hate all those things combined.”

“Patton, we can do something else together. Go to the movies. Or bowling. Normal teen stuff.” Virgil reasoned.

Patton retorted, “But ghost hunting is important to you.”

“It’s not that important. It’s a simple hobby. I don’t care that much about it.” Virgil cut off.

“I know, I know!” Patton quickly backtracked. “What I meant was that ghost-hunting has been a cool way for us to bond. It intrigues you-a perfectly normal amount-and I like seeing you happy! Just like you go walking with me along the shops by the beach even though it’s super crowded and you hate it.”

“Patton, what’s your point?” Virgil grilled.

“My point is I want to try this thing that you enjoy with you. Just like you try things for me. It’s senior year, Virgil. No one hates thinking about it more than me, but we don’t know what things are going to be like after high school. I want to find a husband, start a family. Maybe study veterinary science. You could have a publisher for your writing, become a famous author, and move. I want to do this with you. I want to get over my fear.”

Patton stared at Virgil hopefully and held out his hand. “What do you say? One more big adventure for the dynamic duo?”

Virgil stared at Patton, looked down and roughly shook his head, froze, then stared at Patton once more. Virgil’s foot rapidly tapped against the floor, creating a dizzy, distracting melody. Finally, Virgil pulled his hair and glared at Patton. “You’ll be careful?”

Patton nodded eagerly.

“And you’ll stick with me no matter what? At all times? I want you in my sight.”

Virgil dramatically groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “I guess you can come.”

Patton shot up from his seat, whooping with joy and hopping around the sofa. “Thank you, Virgil! Thank you! We’re going to have such a great time!”

Virgil peeked one eye open and gave a soft grin. “Yeah, I guess we are. You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life besides my love for you and cats! I pinkie swear it.”

Patton and Virgil intertwined pinkies before Patton winked and let go, embracing Virgil.

“Let your moms know you’re going to be gone for the weekend.” Virgil smirked. “We have a haunted castle to explore.”

[autolovecraft]

Swiftly there came an image and a gray captain in silken robes.

The country was very close. By noon, after landing, made Carter a guest whose object was to close and barricade the archway in the party. So it was indeed good for his tethered zebra. Most of the priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah in the slanted light, and the head of a frenzy; and elephant caravans have glimpsed them from afar. Then, just as he stood on that side he would ever return to their ghoulish allies than to bother with the old slant-eyed man had seemed to fear and detest them. The moon was not right for a ship for Lelag-Leng would serve their purpose, and was the central tower with the silent wrigglings and crawlings which must have been well-nigh blasphemous in its taverns till noon. Marooned on the track of the unwholesome stone villages at a small garrison for the palace ahead, and when the water was clear that this frightful place lies not far from encouraging. Kuranes was a paw, fully two feet and a vision of a small tract of such gods as carved their features on Ngranek; but these lawless spirits were soon restrained by their elders. Each day the galleon made fast while the ship drifted on a very difficult and barren. It was the great leap through space back to the foot of the peaks neared the top of the clouds at his right were rolling hills and converse with Carter in grunts and monosyllables, helped out now and then the whole thing rather dizzying.

Shining still is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep would not hold quite that content he sought to scale Kadath. Lofty and horrible those titan walls, and keeping his own, and they often flee from their own colossal graveyards when they wriggle past one. That was all steps, and of love. At length Carter crawled through endless voids of sentient blackness he might disembark, for Zoogs shun the mysterious door in fear lest all the rest; above whose colossal doorway was fixed on the hill and the city to have no masters, and whose evil fires are seen at night, so he was staggering to his purpose. And now and then the bare feet and hands of the Pillars to the calm yellow light of the sea.

All through its palaces of veined marble, with the loftiest orbs of the suspicious nourishment from which had guided him safely through the ruins, Carter noticed a change in the morning Carter boarded the evil-smelling crypt, and there are rumors of caves near the summits which Carter said he was come into that gaping well which rumor holds to reach a mass of fine lava above him the great basalt breakwater into the sky, sometimes shining clear, sometimes coming to the sound of striking bottom; but progress was very exciting to see them soaring into the sky, and whose center yawned a foul and bottomless well and repellent bronze door lingered restlessly in his fancy. Suddenly their desperation was magnified a thousand fold by a sound on the other side, whither he went, the ghouls to drink, but it was very lovely and cunningly wrought, being of teakwood with ebony fittings and traceries of gold said to lie, so that in the sea became very cordial and communicative; and before night had risked several experimental trips around the harbor the lesser crags and sterile abysses of lava-gatherers were wont to stop, and even a hint of far-away Oriab so many drafts of the ghouls. He had thought it for others to behold; so that a rope ladder would be followed by impressive lines of high tides, and at length Carter crawled through endless voids of sentient blackness he might disembark, for in no wise dissuaded. It was dawn when they made low guesses about the north. Then they turned sharply south where the thin peaks stood out goblin-like distortion of a young morning, marking that the steed was quite dead or dying among the unnaturally dense fungi and the maddening need to place again what once had known by another name in life. Unswerving and obedient to the south; but he looked behind him could be no danger from aught of earth.

Night fell, and Carter was curious as to what advice they might receive from those denizens of that window above the right, and the small round windows all over it.

He even took Carter long to discern all the mystery of days, the seeker would long only for a moment it had followed Carter's directions and proceeded from the urns and basins along the quays for some reason he felt that the moonbeasts from the temple, and one saw on the right. So to the city of wonder and beauty beyond any that men walk through it as vapors glowed behind.

That they were sufficient. But the head of the sounds that came from, and those huge winged lions against the victors made it plain that any person now living had beheld that carven face, here drawing it for some reason have not come out. Pickman always discouraged the old priest's conversation. As the ship was about to creep toward the north, none but the moonbeasts were totally unprepared. Attacked from both sides, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. In about a mile off the evil jagged rock had no voices, and there are fountains, you need only to turn his disgusting steed, that pale winking beacon perched unreachably at the inn to whom that task had been and gone, been and gone, and darting on in an ancient tavern opening on sheerly perpendicular cliffs and boulders, with ornate galleons were sold. They might not hold quite that content he sought. Then, just as well as that jungle fell far behind, so he was an unused quarry greater than that lurks madness, so that none can be found who has seen their faces wittingly; a thing which drew it was a tiled court with a torch from a far forgotten first youth, when your nurse first wheeled you out in the voices of the blocks once hewn by nameless workmen in that inn, who never laugh or smile because they mostly preferred to whisper of the great hippocephalic bird was there any sign on the outside of the palace ahead, thereafter rising steadily as they shot upward, and stupidities. Again and again were those huge winged lions shewn, their galley not being due from the jagged gray peaks that form the barrier of Inquanok was built of brick and resembles the ruins, and following the river enters through hidden channels and the beginning of the unseen depths told of the toothsomeness of such things no more traffic with such a vessel. And in time he became very cordial and communicative; and across all those leagues of pasture land, of course to return thither in only a ship to stay in the bazaars. And when night comes they climb tall terraces in the ways of Gugs and risking once more will earth's gods and they did not care to speak with Zoogs just now; but so strong was the great caravan road turns west toward Selarn, but if you are wise you will so lately have left, and its onyx castle of sky-floating Serannian. Carter dared to attempt, for Oriab is a ghoul softly glibbered that Gugs have no voice but talk by means of facial expression. Finally, the woods where prismatic magahs nest and sing, and Carter saw the first true human saw the slaves were heating curious iron spears in the dusk, till it mingled with the same lines of ghouls would attend him in the temples of iridescent singing birds atop carven columns, and whither they had formerly failed to turn back to the anomalies of these things, however, that his journey would be disastrous to Zoogs. There were no delusion. And as he walked close to the gilded spires of the sinister hatches. There were gods and presences and wills; beauty and evil, and that even the great gates, each having over it and into the gray dusk. And there were remade a waking world.

Much of the moon was very little kitten was the leader of the great town bearing that land's name. At times the slant-eyed folk said by rumor to have dealt with that captain about unknown Kadath in the dusk as the vanguard of night-gaunts before a crumbling wall and arranged his kinfolk in the abyss, might be the death-fire and Throk's uncomfortable pinnacles. You are off! And during his week of waiting he talked much in the sea.

Suddenly, without a moment's loss that great cavern's mouth first one. In the morning resumed his northward pilgrimage. Another second and they have no other goal than the faithful trio which had once visited and which now led through a dome of the Southern Sea; where no burgess of Ulthar has ever truly seen one for that realm of Serannian where the great dome on the cold waste, and then the tall steeples and citadels of living antiquity, and in the fray.

Then two pink eyes shone, and soon afterward he came to him in the region east of the dark to where those streets of steps in the voices of the city of vision that many ships had been thorough, for they were the secrets of the Great One's curse no Gug dares lift the stone face of the tide of battle turned against the stars were gone, always and always, were voiceless; and those scales are very primitive, and the sleek complacent cats of Ulthar; for though he dared at last that the night-gaunts were all out of reach above him, and overhearing what they must; so that one might only say that it had swelled to a seeker. Rare and curious did that archaic city rise above its walls and broken columns, the way to Sarkomand and had heard them inquire in Dylath-Leen; only to cats and which lie always in high vortices of gleaming mist. Their jealous hiding of the awakened Gug sentry at all, was very lovely and cunningly wrought, being of teakwood with ebony fittings and traceries of gold, and when he saw that crag he gasped and cried out aloud, for almost at once he stumbled over a great half circle they reached the ears of earth's milder gods, and seeing not with any eyes, long-vanished morning in Ulthar. When they looked for him to Nyarlathotep for their lord. So to the hellish Vaults of Zin and leap—he is often drowsy and is ruled over by that King Kuranes, a vast central plaza and the maddening need to get from Sarkomand to deal with the bloated purple spiders of the thinning mists and the city is not thought wholesome in Ulthar, the marshaled Zoogs were about to strike the whole a double line of ascent. But Carter preferred to look around, and in various stages of the dark, a dull and ceaseless howling arose from that wriggling, silk-robed sentry till he came on a new camp of quarry men whose flickering fires cast weird reflections on the seaward slopes of the climbers. Once he thought he saw was that the fungous plain, and then to sail thence for Oriab and the carven face. Look! The Council of Sages, recognizing the visitor, offered to deposit him in the perfumed gardens and the Great Ones. And hoary Nodens raised a howl of triumph when Nyarlathotep, and the yak uttered a cry and burst from his far realm on the onyx alley of steps in the vaults of Zin where Gugs hunt ghasts in the blackness beneath it was not much more numerous than the wild music of birds and bees as he realized this thing, for some reason have not come out. Randolph Carter could see from his slumbers.

[swlbarnes]

On The Run - Kobra Kid x Reader

Okay so I’m pretty huge trash for the True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys comics by Gerard Way, and even tho the Fab Four aren’t even in the comics I still love Kobra Kid with my entire heart and soul so here’s this old imagine that I actually wrote around two years ago and just found so again, I apologize for the crappy writing in here lmao

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"Hey Party! Party, I'm heading on a supply run, Jet and Ghoul said they'd keep watch on the diner. Want to come with?" Kobra Kid called to his brother, jogging over to the boy sitting cross-legged against the old soda machine in front of the diner. Party's bright red hair hung in strands around his focused face, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he focused on his latest sketch.

At the mention of his name, Party Poison's head snapped up and he smiled, nodding. He stood up and closed his sketchbook, dusting the desert sand off of his old worn out jeans and famous blue jacket. The brothers made their way to the infamous Killjoy car, a stolen BL/ind car that they had hijacked and made their own. Party had even painted their symbol, a spider, on the hood. Fun Ghoul had formed an emotional attachment to the car so he was standing by the hood with his arms crossed. He was jingling the keys in his hand as he waited for his friends to approach.

"You know the deal. Don't wreck her. Don't let a drac zap her. And don't you dare get ghosted and leave her out there all alone." Ghoul reminded, handing the keys to Kobra, who rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, man. You tell me that every time and you know I'd never let anything happen to your precious car." The younger of the brothers muttered, brushing back his blonde hair and taking his seat at the wheel. Party chuckled and climbed into the passenger's seat. Seat belts had become a thing of the past, but even if the car had started out with seat belts, the Killjoys would have cut them off. They were useless nowadays. When you see another Trans Am on the road, it was usually full of dracs. There wasn't much need for sitting down when you were being trailed by a car full of angry draculoids.

Kobra shifted so he could take his ray gun from its holster and place it in the center console. His hand rested on the gear shift as he drove with one hand, pulling away from the diner and making his way down the nonexistent road they had devised until they hit Route Guano. Kobra and Party both visibly tensed as the tires hit the old cracked road, their senses on overdrive in fear of a sneak attack. Party's hand instinctively rested on his yellow ray gun.

It was now that Kobra decided to strike a conversation to relieve some of the tension in the air. "Do you know how many carbons we have to spend? We should probably know before we get there and we bust our wallets trying to pay for all the things we find." He wasn't wrong. The runners were infamous for raiding Battery City of some pretty prestigious things, stuff the Killjoys would gladly die for. And they probably would if they had no carbons left for food or batteries.

"We've got a good amount. More than last run. Got Ghoul to fix up those trans ams we found down by the old bar. He got them working and Dr. D paid him good money for it. We should be able to shop around a little." Party replied with a smile. When they were younger, before Better Living Industries took over, before the Great Fires of 2012, before the Helium Wars, Party would've laughed at the idea of taking all of his friend's hard earned money and splurging with it. Nowadays, no one had their own money. Your gang of Killjoys would share their earnings. They would share everything, because that's how the world worked now.

They made small talk the rest of the way, and they were soon parked in front of the worn down shop on the inner portion of Zone Three. There were a few zone hoppers scattered about, just stopping in for a quick rest or to restock on Power Pup. They all stared in shock at Kobra and Party. One half of the Fabulous Four, here? In their presence? It was madness, it was unthinkable.

You, on the other hand, had much more important things to think about. "Listen, Motor, you know me. We're like pals. I just need like two cans of Power Pup for the week. Literally any flavor. I'll take the crappy tuna spinach whatever that everyone hates. I just need some food."

Motor Rush, the owner of the shop, sighed and brushed his hair back. He shook his head. "I'm sorry Bullet, but I can't do that. I can't just give away my products like that. It doesn't matter if I know you or not, smugglers are bringing back less and less these days. Security's getting tight in the city."

"Rush, c'mon! You aren't giving it away, you're giving me the nourishment I need to survive so I can pay you the extra carbons later," You looked at him hopefully, but his expression didn't waver. You scoffed and straightened up. "Alright, if you hear I'm dusted, it's on you buddy." Motor chuckled as you turned to walk away, but you were met with a red leather jacket and immediately jumped back in fright.

"Oh jeez, so sorry! I didn't scare you too much, did I?" A familiar voice asked worriedly. You gasped as you recognized the jacket, your face turning a deep red as you looked up into the face of a concerned Kobra Kid. You pulled your jacket tighter around you and averted your eyes quickly.

"N-no, no I'm uh, I'll be alright. I'm okay. Yeah." You mentally facepalmed at your sorry excuse of a response. Luckily, Kobra took pity on you and laughed lightly.

"Did I hear some yelling in here earlier?" He asked, eyes shifting between Motor Rush and yourself. You looked at Motor before turning back to Kobra.

"It's really nothing, it's not a big deal. I should probably get going." You finally stuttered out, your cheeks burning with a dark blush again. You turned and grabbed the two cans of Power Pup you had placed on the counter and went to put them back on their place in the shelf. Kobra's eyebrows furrowed at your action.

"Are you not getting those?"

You shook your head and gave him a small smile. "Not enough carbons. I'll figure something out, no worries." Your words didn't seem to reassure him, as his eyes seemed to burn with anger. He turned to look at Motor Rush, who turned his gaze to the ground. For once, the witty shop owner was without words. He opened and closed his mouth in an attempt at a reply, but no words left his mouth.

"Alright, Motor, is it?" Kobra began, his voice dangerously assertive.

"Y-yes, yes sir. Motor Rush. Motor Rush is my name."

"Alright Motor Rush, do you know what Killjoys stand for?" The tall blonde tapped his boot impatiently. You had heard of Kobra Kid's infamous short temper, and you were just glad that it was being put to use in your favor.

Motor Rush nodded slowly before stuttering out his reply. "Killjoys stand for rebellion against Better Living Industries and taking down their accomplices to return peace and freedom to the city."

"And?"

"Kobra Kid, sir, I'm not sure what more there is to add..." Motor's voice was quivering, and you would feel sympathy for him if it wasn't for the empty sensation in your stomach.

Kobra rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Family. We stand for family. And family takes care of each other. So what she's short a couple of carbons? Would you rather her die of starvation or be gunned down by some dracs because she couldn't protect herself, or have her owe you a few carbons next time she swings by?" He sounded an awful lot like a disappointed parent now, and he was even imitating the cross-armed, hip-jutting, foot-tapping stance of one.

You watched in shock as Motor took two cans of Power Pup out from behind the counter and handed them to you. You smiled and handed him your remaining carbons. You turned and thanked Kobra for coming to your rescue, and he offered you a smile in return. What you didn't see was the five carbons he slipped onto the counter. The five you didn't have.

"Wait!" A voice called from behind you as you walked out of the shop. You whirled around on the heel of your boots to meet Kobra once more. He grinned at you and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm Kobra Kid,  but call me Kobra." His hand extended towards you, and you took it and shook it.

For probably the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes, you smiled. "I'm Bullet Stalker, but call me Bullet. Calling me stalker would sound a little creepy, to be completely honest." Kobra chuckled at your comment and nodded.

"I can imagine it would be. It's nice to meet you, Bullet." You replied that the pleasure was yours, that the "Fabulous Four" were a huge inspiration for yourself, not to mention the growing number of Killjoys dotting the desert zones. "Yeah, we were trying for the whole 'let's-start-a-mass-rebellion-and-shoot-some-people' vibe, good to know we made it." Kobra flashed you a devilish grin as he spoke, which made you laugh.

The sun was setting and the cold night air was setting in. You tugged your jacket closer to your body. A simple gesture, but it didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you. He gave you a look of concern before wondering aloud what was taking Party so long.

Kobra knew fully well that Party Poison would gladly stay in that shop all night and all day until he was dragged away by either a fellow killjoy or a gang of draculoids. He simply wanted to talk to you more. Your bright clothing and your outlandish style fit the Killjoy normality perfectly, but somehow you made it all your own. He usually felt as if every outfit he sees is based in some way on the infamous clothing worn by himself and his friends, but yours was nothing like that. And not only your clothing, but your smile. Your smile was contagious. Kobra was known for his short temper and quipping nature, but even with his limited time around you he felt happier. You were uplifting and comedic amid the darkness of the situation. He liked that. So the next question he asked you was easy and free.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

You forced a small laugh at this, shaking your head. "Raided by dracs six nights ago. I've been hanging out at Hyper-Thrust way too often since then. That's how I get my pay, even if it's not much. But hey, we've all dreamed of working at a nightclub before, right?" You joked lightly. You had lost everything in the raid, but you hated dwelling on things. You had to live in the moment or you'd be dusted for sure.

"I guess we have, but maybe not in that situation. I could see the intense nightlife vibe getting to be a bit much when you just want some peace and quiet. Why don't you come with us? We've got some room back at our place and the guys would love to have you." You could sense Kobra's hesitation to ask, afraid you would refuse his offer. Instead, you smiled and nodded.

"That would be great. Thank you, Kobra. For everything."

[skeletonwithabowtie]

REALLY  LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost, don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good  luck ! TAGGED. @themisfitmouse​ TAGGING.  Uh... @pxmpkinprincess, @sallowscripts (any muse), @snake-eyes-11 (any muse), @thesundowncrew (any muse. Please. Don’t do all three), @outlandishboogiegirl (any muse), @supernatural-sister, uh... Clover already tagged a bunch of people I would have picked... And anyone who has a free hour and wants amazing character development!

(Sorry about the length. I’ve put it under a read-more after a point)

BASICS. FULL  NAME : Jack Skellington NICKNAME : Alright, here we go: Jacky Boy, Skellington, Bone Man, Bone Daddy, Taibhse (Tabby), Mister Unlucky, Pumpkin King, Skeleton Jack, ‘Get out of My House’ AGE : I have no idea. He doesn’t either. Over a thousand, at least. He acts like a 6 year old, a 10 year old and a 40 year old depending on the situation. :| BIRTHDAY : Funny you should ask this. We actually don’t know. I’ve been here for over three years and we’ve never decided on a birthday. At this rate we might just have to pick a day. ETHNIC  GROUP : Skeleton/Ghoul/Spirit NATIONALITY :  Hallowe’en Town LANGUAGE / S : English, Irish. Dabbles in a few other languages including French, German and Spanish. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION : Asexual.     ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : Hetero demi-romantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS : Married happily to @pumpkinqueensally​  CLASS : Technically, higher-class. HOME  TOWN / AREA : Hallowe’en Town CURRENT  HOME : Skellington Manor, Hallowe’en Town. PROFESSION : Pumpkin King, Master Scarer, Hallowe’en Organiser, Spirit Guardian

PHYSICAL. HAIR : .... Skull. But in the human form, it’s dark brown and mostly short. There are some longer strands that can fall over his eyes. For the most part, these are all combed back neatly. EYES : .... Eyesockets. Sometimes there’s an orange flame at the back of them. In the human form, they are a dark brown. They shine with curiosity. NOSE : .... Nose cavities. But in the human form, it is long with a little curve. FACE : .... Skull. But in the human form, his face is long with defined cheekbones and a rounded jaw. LIPS : Surprisingly, he has lips. They are marked with vertical ‘etches’. In the human form, they are narrow, a shade darker than his normal skin tone. COMPLEXION : .... A skeleton has a complexion? In the human form, he is pale. BLEMISHES : Nothing comes to mind? SCARS : An indent on one of his neck bones from having the rope around his neck in his scarecrow form. He also has a scar on the top of his right femur, which is where the bone healed after a crack. TATTOOS : None~ HEIGHT : 6′10″ WEIGHT : Uh.... According to Google, the average weight of a skeleton is roughly 30 pounds?? BUILD : S-K-E-L-E-T-O-N. Human disguise, on the other hand, is tall and lithe. He looks like an individual who is very active, but not intensely so. FEATURES : His height makes him stick out like a sore thumb in Hallowe’en Town. His mouth (and skull in general) is unusually animated for a skull, and can stretch nearly the width of his skull. ALLERGIES : Pink and cute. Nothing comes to mind off-hand. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE : The human form usually has the hair combed back in three parts. However, if he isn’t paying attention, some longer strands can fall forward onto his face. USUAL  FACE  LOOK : The skull, as mentioned before, is lively and animated. A lack of eyes makes it difficult to determine his mood. However, rest assured that he is observing with interest.  USUAL  CLOTHING : A well-fitted pinstripe suit. It is black with narrow white stripes. Compared to the traditional pinstripe suit, the stripes look slightly haphazard. In place of a tie, a bowtie sits at the bottom of his neck. It is in the shape of a bat, with the wings mirroring the stripes on the suit to create the illusion of veins.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Due to being the Master of Fright, Jack does not have fears. Even so, he is keenly aware of the passage of time. As a practically immortal being, he will have to watch those he cares about grow old and die. He knows it isn’t a comforting thing. ASPIRATION / S : Simply put, he wants to help Hallowe’en become better and better every year! But personally? He wants to do what’s best. He has always believed in redemption, using violence as a last resort. So in a way, he strives to help others see beyond ‘reputations’ and past experiences. POSITIVE  TRAITS : Honest, Loyal, Dedicated, Child-like, Love of learning, Energetic,  NEGATIVE  TRAITS : Impulsive, Obsessive, Stubborn, Prone to being self-centered, Chatterbox MBTI : PROTAGONIST (ENFJ-A) ZODIAC : See the ‘birthday’ question TEMPERAMENT : Jolly SOUL  TYPE / S : Leader/Spiritualist ANIMALS : Prairie Dog! VICE  HABIT / S : He talks with his hands sometimes, using them to make gestures (often dramatically). When by himself, more of these vices emerge. He cracks his bones, and he will drop everything to focus on a new thought FAITH : While Jack’s origins are based in Celtic times, Jack himself has no religious faith. However, he is fully supportive of everyone else’s beliefs (or lack of) and will try to learn more about them if the opportunity arises. GHOSTS ? : His dog is a ghost. Enough said? AFTERLIFE ? : Hallowe’en Town is considered an ‘afterlife’ to some species. REINCARNATION ? : Jack will neither confirm nor deny if he has met someone who has been reincarnated. ALIENS ? : VERY HOPEFUL. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT : He himself is the Pumpkin King, but this is a title rather than his position. Politics aren’t really a thing, though. ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE : He would be considered ‘wealthy’, but it’s not something that’s isn’t required to survive. SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION : As the Pumpkin King, he’s held in high regard. His word is considered law. EDUCATION  LEVEL : He has a high level of education, and has furthered this through acquiring new books and self-learning.

FAMILY. (Personal note. Due to different relations with different characters, I easily confuse myself between the ‘main’ verse and side-steps of this. Consider the family information the basics, but bear in mind these will change depending on who he’s interacting with. @.@ ) FATHER : None, technically. MOTHER : None, technically. SIBLINGS : None, technically.  EXTENDED  FAMILY : His wife, Sally, and Doctor Finklestein (a father-in-law). NAME  MEANING / S : ‘Jack’ was chosen due to his turnip head being linked to the jack-o-lantern. ‘Skellington’ is a pun. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : I... Don’t think this applies to Jack.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Too many to list! At the moment, he’s fascinated with historical books. MOVIE : He hasn’t seen many movies, if any. 5  SONGS : Very flexible in music genres. But his only proper interaction with music is with the Hallowe’en Town band.  DEITY : He will always have a soft spot for Celtic deities. HOLIDAY : Hallowe’en! Followed closely by Christmas! MONTH : September! (surprise!) SEASON : Autumn! PLACE : Spiral Hill! WEATHER : Crisp autumn mornings. SOUND : Autumn leaves crunching on the ground, the wind blowing through the trees, the chatter of the local ghouls, Sally’s singing, fire crackling. SCENT / S : Wood fires, new books, cinnamon TASTE / S : Hot chocolate, jellybeans. (He’s a skeleton, he doesn’t need to eat, so his experiences in taste are rather limited) FEEL / S : Sally’s arms around his shoulders, snow, the warmth of a fire, the attack hug of someone close to him. ANIMAL / S : Dogs NUMBER : Thirteen COLOUR : Orange

EXTRA. TALENTS : Scaring, pumpkin carving, fire creation and manipulation, acrobatics, dancing, public speaking. BAD  AT : Using technology, Detecting sarcasm, understanding when he should stop and think about what he’s doing, maintaining a proper sleep pattern TURN  ONS : TURN  OFFS : HOBBIES : Reading, Exploring, pumpkin carving, violin playing TROPES : Here. :P AESTHETIC  TAGS : ........  I don’t have any. GPOY  QUOTES : ... A what now?

FC INFO. MAIN  FC / S : Himself. ALT  FC / S : M.att Smith OLDER  FC / S : None, but I was jokingly considering C.hris Sarandon or B.ill Nye YOUNGER  FC / S : Hm... None. VOICE  CLAIM / S : His own voice, so.. D.anny Elfman/ C.hris Sarandon. GENDERBENT  FC / S : Nah.

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 : I hate to inform you, but that’s already a thing. My portrayal of Jack is based on the movie, so his personality and whatnot are more or less the same. Q2 : what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?           A2 : See A1. Q3 : why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 : Okay, so basically, Jack arrived at my house January 2013 and was like ‘HEY DID YOU HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS??’ and hasn’t left since. Q4 : what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 : It actually started when I was 12. I actually completely missed the online fandom since the extent of my internet knowledge was y.outube. I knew of Jack, and three songs. But I didn’t see the movie for about... I wanna say 6 months after I discovered the songs. I dunno though. I’m not entirely sure why I liked him though. Probably because he could sing. Who knows?

Q5 : describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 : Regarding him himself? I think the fact that despite his love of research and learning, he’s impulsive and can make decisions too fast without considering the implications.

In general? I think everyone knows how I hate him being a mascot of the ‘g.oth and e.mo culture when he’s so bubbly. Q6 : what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 : ....... The mun/muse line blurs dangerously sometimes. It might be dangerous for me to keep writing him in the long-term. Q7 : how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 : Honestly I’m too nervous to ask him because I hate asking people things like this aaaa

Ash is a charming human. Honestly, I fell she is a little too lazy for her own good sometimes, but what she is interested in she will pursue it with such vigour! Honestly, have you heard her talking about those electronic games? Mind-boggling.

I must admit, I am proud of what she has achieved. For someone who claims to not work well on long-term projects, she has managed to perform excellently.

~Jack (who hijacked this questionnaire because Ash didn’t want to ‘cause a fuss) Q8 : what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 : .... Why do you ask such hard questions? I can’t possibly start singling out individuals but... Jack has had some amazing interactions over the years. Befriending villains, being a father to his children, adopting others as his own, meeting strangers because he was hopelessly lost... It’s honestly been amazing. Q9 : what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 : It comes really easy to me, actually. I’m at the stage where I can see something and go ‘yep. Jack would do that’. In fact, as I was skimming the questions earlier I was mentally answering them. Those personality quizzes were completed faster than I could probably do them for myself! Q10 : how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?         A10 : I started at 10.20pm. It’s now... 11.50pm. :D

[autolovecraft]

When Carter tried to trace their flight.

Indeed, it is better to let down a ladder; for mortal dreamers were their former food, and Carter studied closely the hateful plateau of horror Carter saw the first note lures. They had duties to perform, and he thought he saw the light more closely, and polished by years of memory and dreaming, is your terraced wonder of elusive sunsets; and somehow his presence in dark ships from the moonbeasts from the faces of fury and right hands were crystal wands whose tips were carven into double-headed images which guard the harbour past the great flight leading to the Zoog domain would be better to meet the under side of the Great Ones of their tentacles Carter could tell him nothing. The old field-marshal advised Carter to escape through the roof of the fear that timid people felt in the sun sets they go out in the enchanted wood of titan trees, and the army. With unknown Kadath, if indeed there were scenes of old wars, wherein they disappear and do not like to that unknown southern slope overlooking the lower slope, and which the Veiled King's palace is famous; and Carter laid him gently on a zebra he bought his passage to Celephaïs he must always be immutably a part. Carter stumbled past their frequent and repeated pictures it came at last the whole thing rather dizzying. In former dreams he had given him that the speed of the black ultimate void where broods the daemon-light. The Pickman ghoul allowed several hours for the more ignominious kinds of servitude which required no strength, and with Pickman's approval distributed among the cats leap from tall housetops, but still the cry of his own small house on the lower town. And Carter shook the paws were attached by short forearms. And when it was not up, up, and as they are shining above the level of the wilder ones brushed Carter unpleasantly, and scoriac heaps that littered slopes and feeble shrubs above them, but Carter kept on north by the northern wall. Nor could the traditional fear of Gugs to the crags below that he could never tell what Cyclopean stairs and corridors lay silent along the way, giving to the rest and miners tell their tales, but Carter kept on north by the great stone door; for the solid work of the god sings softly in the cold waste to plead with the domed and marvelous city. And the sailors much for their return. The whole air was but a fringe for its loins. They would set out through the cold desert whose existence the men who had seen then, having much to say where. All through the bronze of the cat, and Carter thought he discerned above him, and when Carter asked that captain of Ngranek on its immensities. There presently rose ahead the snowy peak of Hatheg-Kia to see it, had never been sought by any vessel because of the river to its mouth. Meanwhile fresh ghouls crawled out of your sunset city itself, with its bottomless well and repellent bronze door lingered restlessly in his daring search for the onyx castle. It occurred to him, and the monstrous face on Ngranek in all Barth's dreamland was at once upon the climbers.

Soon the peaks, and strange-faced sailors and onyx-carts along the quays for some hand greater than that of the phosphorescent clouds of night-gaunts now formed a line of ascent. And in a great temple stretched a golden chain that held its wearer to a stake driven in the land of those mortals who have been a temple. But when from its unknown shore, and were born anew as space once had known in myriad other dreams. Circle on circle they squatted close together beneath the awning and ate the smoking meat that was Pickman advised Carter to let himself be borne along smoothly and passively in the chaos of battle-scars was a Saxon from the railed terrace, thinking that perhaps he might wish, and spoke of a kind of awe about them.

The flutes stopped, and purple, and sailed over the nearer parts of the northern wall. And far to the god, because they mostly preferred to whisper of the cliffs, but only a weird gray twilight where titan towers and eyries and fortresses chiseled from the scattered farmers and traders appeared one by one, and escaped ghasts are often chased, even though the words came to the sound of lutes and song, and was at once departed through different burrows to spread the news to others and gather such troops as might be; and far in the dark replied by raising a disgustingly carven flute of ivory in silk-robed sentry till he knew nothing. The slant-eyed man hopped down and helped his captive alight.

Late in the dark ship would seek reinforcements or the harbour between the heavenward towers. On the second day there loomed gigantic under the stars as small graceful shapes leaped from hill to hill in gathering legions. There is a great lygath-tree wine to his purpose. The violet gas S'ngac had told three dreams beyond belief, and knew well, he did not know; but never did the traveler who scratched that picture had climbed high to reach a mass of fine lava above him. There now ensued a mighty city.

Carter's latter dreams had reigned alternately in the wish of the gods may sometimes be surpassed by a sound was made. The call of the Elder Ones; and when he dwelt in a festooned shrine at the clustered and chaotic turrets of the Great Ones' castle atop unknown Kadath. Weird as was that secret and terrible shone that face that the sight of any hippocephalic bird; meanwhile discoursing to them by vague legend, grinning astride a lean yak to be almost fabulous. He was even rumored to have no other goal than the Basalt Pillars of the monarch's pleasure.

One moment he was suddenly alone, and guessed they were able to feel that his master's start and shriek had disturbed. Carter reached the open space between him and some beneath him, and know that wholesome human creatures had been noted and taken into account. He spoke of a strange bell shivered over the lunar landscape; and it was left all alone in a hellish half-waking dreamland which is forgotten. He offered his wine to take him thither was the king and his companions Carter did not question his captor about these things. Then the most alert of the crew's discovery of the authentic race of the tiled streets and cryptical hill lanes among ancient tiled roofs and nets spread in fumous spirals. Very slowly and deliberately. For the mammoth bobbing shape that over a parapet of Notre Dame. Betwixt the gray impassable peaks always rising gaunt and sinister beacon rose above it, or at least, had not been elsewhere busy, and equipped with formidable talons.

Ghouls come here often, for whispers of a dreamer's boyhood, and certain that you would yourself find the feared and unvisited quarry whence hands older than the wild gods atop unknown Kadath. And on the shores of Yath and of how to follow it without the help of the hooved, horned almost-humans were by this time the leaders had fully formed a line of the Other Gods, the horned fliers would first of all seize whatever living things they found there, and he would be disastrous to his feet when he prayed long and earnestly to the north and the entrances of burrows emptied forth their leathery, dog-like into planetary space. Then one very ancient Zoog recalled a thing completely was not followed, and correlated all that wonder sparkles crystallized to light your evening path. Then, the pain of lost things awesome and momentous place.

The final swoop of the Great Ones were not unknown to one another for space, endlessly up, up to the Cerenerian Sea. Now the use of all this region, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face. Carter looked toward the towers to see if the hour of the strange little figures carved from Ngranek's lower slopes and low ivied cottages in the coughing gutturals of ghasts. There was nothing at all to advance, and Carter soon saw that he would ever return to their haunts on unknown Kadath, but their entire army as then encamped, veteran fighting ghouls and night-gaunts, the gay porterres and delicate flowering trees espaliered to golden lattices, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.

The final swoop of the birds and bees; so in the wish to move away from an unseen brink. Watchers have spoken of this thing, for though he dared not go unaided; for in Ulthar there were men who there labored with picks and chisels. The young sub-lieutenant he had become so lax in its mellow tones there rippled the wild music of birds and bees; so that men had given this information Atal was very tense, since he had seen the bulging walls of rock on the Cerenerian Sea. In the morning Carter boarded the evil-smelling black galley put back into the sky seemed most peculiarly a wingless one.

And again he thought he saw arise from their deed in the sun sets they go out in the sunset.

This time no descent was made as the army, and all the length of Inquanok, so he was not likely, since he had done the next day he searched all along been kept upon him. Of their number Carter could see only blackness around him were no delusion. And even were unexpected things to come to unknown Kadath in the Enchanted Wood. He had known they would regard a guest in his fancy. Thereupon Carter, anxious to preserve a means of access to the gods so dislike to be the Shantak-bird to brood on its threshold stood even as he sought to reach Sarkomand in their home or on their knees with extended forelegs, awaiting the approach of the marvelous sunset city which Carter recalled as so frightful to the taverns along the route of his room and gazed at the stone face of the rest; above whose colossal doorway was fixed a monstrous cataract wherein the King of Ilek-Vad comes from his window, of a divine battle-fury. The almost-humans, some of whose trees he recognized as akin to that austere and reticent cotter he was about to pass over the top of all trembled the three had followed Carter's directions and proceeded from the darkness which they are with their doomed burdens, the furry patriarch became very cordial and communicative; and the waking world and not many people cared to go to Baharna and pay for the coming of the gods on unknown Kadath in the end all of your marvelous city and that night-gaunts on the banks as that music be the Shantaks and carven mountains, then, had never been sought by any vessel because of a god. They did not see the rifts and ruggedness of that scabrous and unwholesome beast, and learned that they were truly not unlike men when dressed and carefully shod and turbaned like the scratching of ground with its walls and high, distant ceiling, and all round on the end Carter was there any sign on the polished cliffs to the doglike lopers. Their land, rose the light. It occurred to him. Beyond the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the other folk in those obnoxious drays.

The last thing he saw faint lines of ghouls the Gugs.

Then through the aft whenever he might talk with miners about the roads thither.

The solid rock now gave place to the west cliff the invaders back again along the route.