#ghosty writing time

[kadextra]

q!Bagi’s analysis of q!Bad’s ability to keep secrets

THANK YOU BAGI. YET AGAIN SHE UNDERSTANDS!!!

[yeetmyboi]

Chapter one : A Wandering Stray

a/n: MDNI pls. ghostxreader. collage by me, i don’t own the images.

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Nothing in this line of business was consistent nor guaranteed. Money, weapons, comrades— even your own survival. Fate and fortune were just two sides of the same coin that dictated each and every one of your missions.

That’s just the way it was. And you were fine with that.

Embraced it, even.

You’ve worked for a US Private Military Company, Hollow Inc, a up-and-coming PMC for a year now. Which has allowed you to keep those skills that were drilled into you sharp.

All that’s really left from your time in the military.

Being the US’s ‘legal’ version of a mercenary, meant that you were always on the move. Contract after contract. Getting paid large sums of money to act on whomever hired you. Some were with groups of other US military, others by yourself acting on part of the US. Miles and miles of places you’ve visited adding up like the ever growing number of scars and marks that littered your body.

In turn, you learned to be adaptable. With too many unknown variables involved in your line of work, it was best to assess information quickly and effectively, then act. ‘Think flexibly, cope with change easily, and always maintain a good attitude’ as a wise friend once told you.

Well, that last part you were still working on…

Your mission contract had just expired with your previous employer. Just another successful job under your belt. Already on your way back. To a small ‘luxury’ apartment in a bustling city, that was where you called home. Not even a few minutes of walking in and dropping your duffel bag, the burner phone you were given started to ring. Buzzing in your pocket with that annoying default ringtone. With it being given to you just before the end of your last contract, you suspect it was another ‘job’ calling. At least work has been consistent lately. A rare thing these days due to the company’s still developing reputation. Even if your bones begged for a break.

Idle hands are the devil’s tools, you reminded yourself.

“Hello?” You answered. Flipping the phone open and pressing it to your ear. Static filling the air for a moment before a female voice could be heard.

��Ah, Lieutenant. Glad to know you’re back on US soil.”

Your brows furrowed slightly. This voice wasn’t one you’ve heard before. Let alone, this woman was addressing you by your old title.

One you no longer held…

“I have a job for you. When’s the soonest you can get to the café down the street?”

In your mind’s eye, you knew exactly where it was. A quaint little place run by a sweet older lady whom you’ve exchanged pleasantries with numerous times. It had quickly become your favorite place to read and enjoy a hot cup. Merely 5 minutes away.

“I can be there in 15.”

“Excellent.”

Then the line was dead. Short, simple, and sweet. At least this job was already seemingly cut and dry, if that single conversation was anything to go off of.

You quickly change into something more casual. Going for civvies rather than something that screamed ‘military-trained killer’ that you are. Can’t be scaring the locals now, can we? Active wear being your most comfortable choice.

Given your hair has seen better days, you opted to wear a light gray beanie. Just to hide the awkward indent your hair held onto. All from being in a tight ponytail for far too long. Slipping on your white tennis shoes, you headed out the door.

The café wasn’t too busy this time of day, the late morning. Most people having already gotten their caffeine fix by now. Making it easy to spot the person you were to meet up with. A lady sitting in the outdoor patio section, the only one with two coffees.

She was a petite woman, looking up to see you through her blonde bangs. Slowly, she rises and welcomes you at the sleek metal table set. The steel squealed on pavement as she pushed her chair back, rising to extend her hand out to you in a well-practiced handshake. Her coffee, half drank, implied she had been here for a short while.

“Hello, Kate Laswell, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Please, have a seat,” gesturing to the adjacent seat, she slid back into her chair.

You join her, briefly glancing at the coffee set before you then back up to her. Business first. Catching your drift, Kate gave a tight lipped smile and continued, “Your file is quite impressive, and you’ve come highly recommended from your company.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“We went ahead and ran a quick check on you. You’ve been cleared and given the green light.”

You give a small nod, itching to get at the meat of the conversation.

“See, we don’t really reach out to others. Rather, we are the ones others reach out to. However,” Laswell paused, moving to pull out a manilla folder. Your folder. Her deft fingers flipping it open, and pulling out a pen, “We are looking to expand our team for an indefinite time, due reasons I can’t yet discuss. With the skills you possess, it would make a great fit.”

You tilt your head slightly, eyes stay steady on her. Working with a team wasn’t unusual for you. Done it multiple times. Even when you rather preferred your own company. What was unusual was that there wasn’t a set amount of time.

Moving forward to lean on your elbows, resting them against the cool metal table, you nodded once more. Conveying your interest but not wanting to interrupt her.

“But there’s one thing I have to ask. Tell me, why did you leave the military in the first place? Only to continue your work elsewhere just a year later?”

There it was. That dreaded question. Same one you’ve been asked over and over this past year. Yet it still had a habit of making your throat instantly go dry.

Surely your file already explained it? Your contract with special forces was just about up when it happened. You remember the exact moment your commander broke the news to you while out with your platoon. That you were heading home, and quickly.

Next thing you knew, it was 18 hours later, and you were there— kneeling bedside by the last person you considered your true family.

It’s just a quick psych evaluation on the subject, you reminded yourself.

You give a small nod while clearing your throat. Your smile not faltering. Reaching out to that coffee in front of you, you take a sip. The coffee had long since lost its warmth. It’s bitter and barely lukewarm as it travels down your tight throat.

“An unexpected death in the family. I was needed to come home to sort a few things out.” You state simply, setting the cup back down. “I was put in charge of settling everything.”

“Ah,” Laswell nods, “I see. Apologies for your loss.”

You watch as she clicks the pen and scribbles something down in red ink. Your eyes flickered down to her writing before snapping back up. You manage to keep a polite smile, but already wanting to move off the subject. Still, you could tell she was trying to be understanding.

“Well, that’s it then. Welcome to the team,” Laswell clicked her pen and closed your file.

“Thank you, ma’am. How soon am I shipping out?” You asked, gauging how much time you had to wait before being pulled right back into action.

“That burner will text you the location and time. Dress warm.” Laswell gave a warm, knowing smile while moving to stand. You mirroring her movement. Both of you shake hands and part ways. While she walked away, you turned to head inside the café. A hot coffee, sweetened to your liking, you found yourself suddenly craving.

[monstersandmaw]

You know when you’ve got the kernels of new characters and snippets of their plots whirling and rattling around your head, but you can’t grasp any of them long enough to figure out who they are or what their stories are?

Yeah.

That.

[iamrizaka]

When Luke is worried, he fumbles with his bracelet. He doesn’t even notice it.

It usually happens when Lee is away for way too long. Most of the time, it's nothing serious — just some issues at home or picking up his siblings from the strawberry picking, maybe even getting a scratch during Capture the Flag. But there were few instances when Luke genuinely thought he had lost him.

During their first winter, Lee went to spend Christmas, and New Year with his family. It would've been nothing, but he wasn't at camp when he promised and didn't answer any IMs, so Luke left to search for him. He found him far away from his grandma's house, with bruises on his neck and arms, hiding away. Luke didn't want to let him go after that.

(Thankfully, it was just bruises. He managed to escape his mother and her boyfriend's car before anything serious happened. Didn't mean that he was happy about the whole situation.)

The other time, Luke couldn't find him after the end of Capture the Flag. The only reason he found him was because someone was calling for a healer. Luke didn't leave his cot for hours, waiting for Lee to wake up.

(He just hit his head, nothing too bad. But the panic Luke felt when Lee didn't open his eyes after promised two hours were too much. And when Lee started screaming, when he wasn't seeing Luke? Absolutely painful.)

There were many times Luke was worried about Lee, and most of them were just paranoia. But he can never forget the days when it was real and he was scared and praying for his friend's life.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Wild and Time bonding while the other links are just staring at them with mixed reaction of whatever they're bonding about

*points* also make sure to relax

The group had settled into an inn, and though room assignments had been divvied out, some still lingered in the den.

“The sun’s going to be rising soon, so we should all get what rest we can,” Warriors advised.

Wild shrugged. “Eh. I don’t sleep some nights anyway.”

“That doesn’t sound remotely healthy,” Four noted.

“Leave him be,” Time admonished gently. “Sometimes we all struggle with sleep.”

“Sleep gives me anxiety sometimes,” Wild admitted softly with a sheepish shrug. “You know, the whole… will I wake up the same kind of thing?”

“Uh… no. I don’t know.” Wind said hesitantly, eyebrow raised.

“Sleep is wonderful,” Sky added.

“I understand,” Time chimed in.

Wild perked up a little. “You do?”

“Yes,” the eldest Link replied. “I would go a couple days without sleep sometimes. Eventually my body would win out. It isn’t an advisable or healthy strategy, but I understand the anxiety. Sometimes you simply can’t fight that, not at your age. Not when it’s been too soon.”

Wild sighed, a relieved smile playing at his lips. “Yeah, I… I know it isn’t healthy. But… yeah.”

Time clapped him on the shoulder. “We can stay up and chat. The rest of you go to bed.”

Sky looked hesitantly at Twilight. “So… are they okay?”

Twilight sighed. “I honestly don’t know half the time.”

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

TELL ME NOOOWOWOW

OK HERE’S A LITTLE FRACTION OF THEM:

As a baseline for everything, I still headcanon Piggy as being the same as Peppa Pig, because that’s a big part of what made it so special to me in the first place. All my headcanons have that context

Willow is an absolute Peppa parallel in my mind; like what would’ve happened if she had a different upbringing. It’s her, her little brother William, her two parents, and for a while she’s just blissfully unaware of the rest of the world because of her childhood innocence. But then unlike Peppa, all of her safety is ripped away from her at a young age, and her more negative traits are forced to take control for her survival. *Narrator voice* Willow likes looking after William

Zee isn’t entirely mute; at least she does have the ability to talk. Something happened to her that caused her to be quiet all the time, whether it be severe trauma or just later developed autism.

Budgie is actually a parrot raised by budgies (in the world of Peppa Pig, she wouldn’t be anthropomorphic, but I don’t want her to be tiny). She is HIGHLY intelligent and can wield a sword and stuff.

She technically belongs to Archie, but she’s recognized among the ship crew as her own being. She was originally Ghosty’s when she was still alive, and Budgie wears her hat to remember her.

Ghosty is not a polar bear, she is a spirit bear (I don’t mean like she’s a ghost, like she’s a thing called a spirit bear). Bobby might be too, idk I haven’t decided yet (or have I? IDK IDK).

Every character originating from Peppa Pig is ever so slightly faster, dude to the terrain they grew up on being all hills, which they’ve adapted to trekking all over.

Most of them moved to Lucella in later years for work opportunities.

Foxy (following his Freddy Fox dreams) eventually became a police officer. He and Doggy worked together sometimes.

He, Felix, and Finely, are all different types of foxes, haven’t figured out which though.

Edmond (Elly/Emily’s little brother) is alive somewhere, and is working on his own cure for the infection (“TONY STARK BUILT THIS IN A CAVE WITH SCRAPS” ahh).

Kona is Australian because we all said so (I know he has a canon voice now, but erm actually he sounds exactly like Rhys Darby).

Zaza (Zee) started going by Zee because of the drug associations with her real name that came later.

Zuzy is also a nickname.

Sheepy works in medical stuff (though I’m pretty sure that was just confirmed :’D).

Tigry has all the anxiety and all the depression.

I HAVE MORE??? DO YOU WANT MORE???

[hollowsart]

things that live rent free in my mind:

Beck chasing Acedia all over the holiday party in Otto's home during Christmas. He's been trying so hard to get her under the mistletoe, but she keeps slipping away.

She's playing hard to get and teasing him, he's so desperate and wanting a kiss. He's gonna catch her eventually and get all the kisses he wants from her before the party ends.

alternatively... the party has just reached its end and everyone else has left, it's just him, Acedia, Adrian, and Otto left. Adrian and Otto are in another room chatting and cleaning up. Beck is sitting by himself, disappointed he couldn't get a kiss from her before midnight.. or so he thought as she leans over the sofa behind him to give him a kiss just before 12.

she tries to pull away, but he grabs her and drags her onto the couch with him, making her giggle on his lap as he covers her in kisses. she totally sticks a present bow on his reindeer antlers headband in the process.

[ghostywriter]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/F

Fandom: Soul Sacrifice

Relationship: Ardroth | Minotaur / Similia (Soul Sacrifice) (implied later), Ardroth | Minotaur & Similia (Soul Sacrifice)

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Trauma, Blood and Injury, Near Death, First Meetings, Color Blindness, Mentioned Parricide, Alternate Universe - Past Recursion

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

"There was no coherence to Ardroth's life. One moment she had killed her father and the duchess, the next she'd woken up thanks to a sorceress. One of a passive, wicked code, no less. She can't decide whether she wants to kill the strange woman or thank her. Probably kill her.

Similia had seen many former monsters in her time as a sorceress, but there had been none who hadn't known of her lineage by reputation. This one was different. Similia liked odd things, and this one she might just take with her."

[hischierlovebot]

It wasn't a big writing week-end (or week) but look how cute my ghost is looking <333

(Ignore the white bit, I am covering what was previously there)

[marithefriendlyghost]

Lautski Week Submission!!

This is my first time posting my own content here which is wild. But ever since I saw @lautski-week I was super motivated to write about these prompts and share my work with others! ( and share them just too late) I do writing so I posted all the work under here!

It is almost 4am as I post this and the last two prompts are not done, I know the week is over but I wanna finish the prompt list, so I'll get around to posting them when they are finished!

[thecollectionsof]

Gigi and the ghost of Crystal pass corporeal Crystal while on a walk and Gigi freaks out. Also, Gigi and Crystal have a chance meeting which leads to some shower fun :)

[monstersandmaw]

Good news: the desire To Write is back *yaaaay, cheering*

Bad news: actually doing The Writing is still completely overwhelming *ugly sobbing*

[iamrizaka]

Chiron: What is this?

Leo: It's a bus-stop

Chiron: It shouldn't be here!

Leo: Fine, well leave then

Leo: *starts up the bus-stop and leaves*

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

Saint Juniper’s Folly

YA paranormal mystery

follows a foster kid returning to the small town he grew up in, who runs from the judgemental townspeople and ends up magically trapped in a mysterious house in the woods

a boy who lives a boring life in the town until he finds him, and wants to figure out how to save him

and the young witch from the town over who’s heard the woods calling since her mother died, and wants to help

m/m, friendship & investigating a mystery

[feraldogsbarking]

Promotion?

TW: gun mention, choking. wrote this in an hour, based off of a dream i had lol.

@cupcakes-and-pain @kim-poce @maracujatangerine if yall wanna read <3

“Detective~ what's with the warehouse? I thought I was the villain, silly.” I called out, trotting towards Detective Gunner in the middle of the messy warehouse. Tools and papers were scattered everywhere on the floor and tables, inviting me to parkour around them, so obviously I chose the loudest route possible. 

“Guess what? Today, I went to that one cake shop, y’know, the one with the glitter? Can you believe they didn’t let me buy one? It’s not like I was ordering everything on the menu, either, I just wanted a chocolate cake with blue frosting and they said no! Like, c’mon. You steal a cake one time- hey, what’re you doing?”

“Ghost. Leave me alone, or shut up.” 

Well, that was rude. For a guy so Detective-y looking, you’d think he’d be nicer. Or polite-er.

“I mean, I know I talk alot, but that’s a bit unwarranted, ain’t it? I just got here, and you’ve been avoiding me for forever now. Wait, isn’t that Hunter? Why’re you looking at photos of Hunter? I mean, I guess he is kinda hot, but he’s the city supervillain, and you’re like, the ugliest detective here. Your personality could maybe probably sorta make up for it. I can-”

“Ghost, Fuck. Off. I’m not dealing with your shit today.” 

Damn, he practically snarled at me. Maybe I should leave him alone? But where’s the fun in that, besides, it's not like he can do much. Also I wanna help him hook up with Hunter, but how would I get Hunter’s attention? I guess I could- oh yeah, Phoenix. He knows all about Hunter. 

“I suppose I could, but only if you promise to let me help you two hook up!” I loudly stated, walking around him in my 18th circle in the five minutes we've been talking. Detective Gunner looks pretty pissy, I wonder why. Wait, those photos look like those case ones, but I don't remember him ever having access to supervillain cases. He finally got promoted? 

He finally looked up at me, and yeah, he’s an angy boi. He stomped off towards what might be a coffeemaker in the back, so I followed him. And also kicked everything I could on the way. Glancing over the table with the maybe-coffee on it, I saw more photos and case-stuff about Hunter. There’s also a box full of handcuffs, but not the super-handcuffs. Either the Detective is very into this man, or he really, really, really wants to arrest him. 

Detective Gunner just downed a whole pot of coffee like a shot, w h a t t h e f u c k. He turned and looked at me, just staring for a bit. Maybe five minutes, maybe 32 seconds, who knows? Not me! I stared back while grabbing a handful of handcuffs to mess with. I can turn these into noisemakers, oooooooohhhhh, fun. Mr. Gunner Sir very suddenly glances towards the cuffs with a very odd face that I Do Not Like.

“Detective? What’s- hey, lemme go, what’re you doing? That hurts, jeez-” I yammered, trying not to trip over all the stuff on the floor. Detective Gunner ignored me, yanking me along by my wrist to the pipes at the back wall. The cuffs in my other hand jangled with every step, and he very abruptly ripped two outta my hands, OW. Wait-

“You’re not seriously gonna cuff me up back here? It’s so lonely, I can't even see you past that oddly tall toolbox. Why do you even have a- OW, hey! That, why is that so tight, it hurts, stop!” 

Detective didn’t say anything, but he yanked my left hand out to the side and cuffed it onto the pipes too. I can feel my right hand losing blood flow already, why are these so tight? The detective was already back at the coffee desk, shoving things around like he’s looking for something in particular, which isn’t a fun thought.   Finally he pulled out a handgun, staring at it for all of 3 seconds before whipping around and grabbing some rope before storming his way through the mess between us. I don’t want him to get any closer, actually, so-

“If you could stay back that’d be great, please. That- i don’t like the look on your face, don’t, stop getting closer, I-” I yelped, yanking hard on the cuffs, cringing back into the wall. Detective isn’t supposed to be scary, why is he like this?! 

He glared at me, grabbing my chin and slamming my head back into the wall, before yanking my jaw open and- argh! I choked on the muzzle of the gun, thrashing and trying to get the damn thing out. It hurt, digging into the back of my throat, making me tear up and cough. I stared at the Detective, helpless as fuck while he looped the rope around my head and over the handle of the gun, then crossing another loop around and finally knotting it tight against the side of my face. Blinking back tears,  I tried to breathe, but I choked again on the damn gun. The detective got up and walked off like i wasn’t choking to death on a fucking handgun he shoved down my throat. I know he was angry, but i didn’t think- he never does anything, why, it hurts-

I tried to watch where he was going but the fucking tall ass toolbox blocked the way. He wasn’t just gonna leave me here, was he? I tried yanking on the handcuffs again, but they just cut into my wrist and made everything worse. Why is he so mad? 

I tried to ignore the pain, but the lack of breathing was a lot harder. I can’t even grab anything, not with how he cuffed my hands out to the sides. Pausing and focusing on not choking every other second, I tried to figure out what to do, but it was getting increasingly hard to think rationally.

“I’ll be back in a bit, Ghost, I finally got a lead. After this, HR can’t not promote me, and Hunter will be in jail. Maybe if you learn to shut the fuck up, I’ll let you go.” Detective Gunner shouted, and- wait, he can’t just leave me here, that’s not, this isn’t how it's supposed to go! He slammed the door and- and he actually just left me here. He- he left. 

Suddenly, the gun wasn’t the only thing stopping me from breathing. The panic I’m trying not to focus on just got so much louder, and the tears I've been holding back finally start to fall. He’ll be back, right? He has to, he- he has to!

[ghosts-selfshipping]

I’m sorry, but Lankmann needs those crowbar hits from Alex for imprisoning Winfrey

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