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Ruby "-this place always brings me memories! Remember when I was pregnant with Sara...?"
Becca "Oh, yeah. Vera had to improvise the preliminary form for our case-"
Happy birthday, Cloud!
#ts2#ts2 gameplay#the sims 2#the sims 2 gameplay#sims 2#sims 2 gameplay#foxfire forest#playing foxfire forest#cloud hampton#julian fare#aurora fare#jonas root#casper root#judith root#becca thorne#ruby reed#emil reed#sara reed#jonas said a long ago#that cloud isn't the best looking or even the funniest man he knows#he was lying
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losing a set 6-1 in the final…. we used to be a proper country
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#casper screeches#NOT ALL JUST THE ENDS I THINK OR THE ROOTS BUT YKNOW YOUR BOY IS GOING THROUGH A CRISIS SO ITS TIME#also pink and purple are the only colors I have
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because @daisychainsandbowties loves blood so much... a little something from Luminous Beings Chapter 2
"She felt it strike the side of her head and whip her face down onto the toe of a trooper's boot. Her lips - both of them - split open, splashing blood up onto the greaves of the trooper all the way to his knees."
#wn star wars au#clone trooper#blood#giving casper their daily dose of blood#fic: luminous beings#warrior nun#save warrior nun#when your ipad is dead but the urge to draw is too great#one returns to their roots and remembers how to use pens and paper#this is legit the first time i have actually drawn on paper this year#which is mildly disturbing#literally the last time was new years eve 2022#i drew this instead of doing the billing
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i cant explain my thought process at all for the last ask i sent so u gotta trust me on this one
I AM TRUSTING YOUS O HARD RN I SWEAR
#i wnat u to know im drawing bloody teal roots gerard way. rhe whole thing..#oh the mcr horrors tongiht#asks#casper 💿
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Casper ruud for world no 1.
#he's a sweetie and also i think it would be funny#i was originally rioting for stef#also for comedy reasons#but he blew that for me in the first round#and now daniil's let me down#*rooting not rioting jesus christ#i would riot for andrey and rafa#no-one else#tennis#casper ruud#us open 2022
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the laver cup is gonna be extra tough on me this year y’all
obviously roger is retiring so I want things to go well for him and he must win his match and it would be very poetic for team europe to win with the big 4 gathered together playing for the last time
but is it too much to ask for team world to just freaking win one time????
#laver cup#tennis#of course casper’s gonna play jack he couldn’t play demon or felix or something so I had a clear person to root for come on
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Rublev’s playing amazing.
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Judith "Morning, dear. There's cereals for you."
Casper "Oh, food. Great."
Casper "-so you're just writing all days? Sounds boring."
Jonas "Mmm." I've been stuck with that scene for weeks, anyway. Maybe I do need a break.
#ts2#ts2 gameplay#the sims 2#the sims 2 gameplay#sims 2#sims 2 gameplay#foxfire forest#playing foxfire forest#judith root#casper root#jonas root
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so, since I got all the achievements, here's how to get all the achievements and endings on "a date with death" under the cut!
ALL ENDINGS:
ending 1, semi bad ending. It's honestly the fastest to get. Choose whatever answer you want for the first two days, but during the soul connection on day 3, choose the panicked options as in: “Grim… ma—maybe this is a bad idea…”, and then “I… I think something’s wrong… this doesn’t feel right…”, then “Please… stop…”. The story will finish and you'll get the achievement.
ending 2, you lose the bet (bad ending). Be distant and dismissive, and pick more negative choices throughout the game, don’t water your plant on any of the days. don't open the window to get the flowers until it's your only choice when he shows up with the bouquet, then on day 6 choose: “Vaguely, yeah.” just before the first call, and “I don’t mind. I’ll take the sickness. The taint.”. The story will go on and you'll get the achievement.
ending 3, you win the bet. Be flirty all the way through, do your worst girlie, on day 6 choose: “You really know how to sweep me off my feet.”, “You’re cute. Cute and stupid.” and “How do I stop? What if I give it all away?!”. Once the story is completed you'll get the achievement and a super cute CGI of Grim.
ending 4, dual reapers. Since it's the DLC ending, it doesn't give you an achievement. If you decide to buy it, just choose DLC choices throughout the game, you'll recognise them immediately because there's a ★ next to them, for example: "Do you like me, Casper? ★"
ending 5, wedding. As soon as you suggest what's going to happen if he loses the bet, choose "Your hand in marriage." Joke about a wedding if given the change within the next day. On day 5, choose: “Want to meet the in-laws, Grim?”, and on day 6, choose: “I feel touched!”, and then, “How about a shotgun wedding?”
ALL ACHIEVEMENTS
First Chance at Death: this achievement will pop up as soon as you are finished creating your MC.
The First Day[...] The Sixth Day: you get these achievement as soon as you complete your day in game.
My Little Baby: interact with the pet you choose.
Serenity: water the plant on your bedtable, once is enough for this achievement.
Blooming Flowers: you'll need to water the plant once every day. It's easier if you do this while following any of the good endings.
Untrustworthy: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 1.
Take My Soul: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 2.
Dead Roots: do ths while going for ending 2, don’t water the plant at all. check on it on day 6 and on the last day before chatting; if you click on it by mistake during the previous days, choose not to water it.
Sealed with a Kiss: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 3.
Our Wedding: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 5.
Eavesdropping Champion: interact with the door every single day, and always choose to eavesdrop.
Patience: wait for the very last day. check your Internet browser in game before starting the chat with Casper, and wait for about a minute with the browser open! you'll see a white screen and the text changing from something like "there's nothing here" to "okay, click here to get your achievement", you click on the text and it's done!!!
I really hope this was helpful!!
#a date with death#gaming#― rea's gaming corner 🎮#guide#game guide#achievement#visul novel#otome#dating sim#a date with death guide#a date with death achievements
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me watching chucky tv series: no don’t kill your dad he’s hot
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So I've started a DP writing prompt and I don't know whether or not to finish it so I'll set my base ideas here and see if it hits.
Danny slammed his locker shut, kicking the metal door so hard that it crumpled like a can of soda, barely hanging on by the top hinge. The school was mostly empty, given that school was out regardless. But the remaining students were in a similar state as him.
The students remaining in the school were all in different stages of grief, really. The whole scene looked like something straight from one of Jazz's textbooks. Paulina was picking up her locker, talking with Star about Phantom. Denial.
Danny was the perfect picture of anger. Pure rage leaked from every pore. Star had only just passed bargaining, the mascara tear-stains from begging with her parents are enough evidence of that.
Dash sat against his locker across the hall, staring into blank space. Mikey sat in the cafeteria, head buried into the phone he'd gotten off of his parents.
All of Casper High was like this. Tucker sat next to Mikey, the vibrant screen glaring at his thick-framed glasses. Sam was trashing the art room, her angry screams heard from where Danny stood in the hallway. He'd gotten into his locker and was currently busy tears apart every picture he had with his parents.
What Danny really wanted to know, what all of the students did, was why. Why was this happening? What led to this?
It had started the Friday before, really. School was going as normal. Danny was on edge. There hadn't been a ghost attack all week. He sat in his seat, ready for English class. Mr. Lancer came in. He set down his book, took off his reading glasses, and stared at his class.
"Our funding has been cut." No one says anything. Mr. Lancer sighs, rubbing his face. "I... Shouldn't be the one to break this to you." He turns to the corner of the room. "I... Have to be." He sighs. "Eighteen years ago, I got hired for an acting job." Still, silence follows his words.
"A government-funded project. Full time, the pay was astronomical. I was suspicious, but I was broke. I was so indebted that I would have joined the military. Or, hell, I would've done anything." Mr. Lancer took a seat. "I was briefed on this... This project. The Amity Project. A fake town, something about the ambient air. Genetically mutated kids. I didn't understand it all."
There's a click from somewhere. Just a background sound, hardly anything. "I didn't understand the sheer size of the project. A whole fake town? I-I was in awe. But then, when you guys got here, to this school, and the project took a turn. No longer was the project raising you guys. It wasn't... It was something twisted and wrong. It was torture." He hangs his head. "No one told me. No one told me until it was too late, and I was too far in, and-"
Mr. Lancer swallows. "I'm sorry." He places his head in his hands. "The Amity Project has come to a head. The portal's been shut down, and you all will be... Dispersed. Rehomed."
"Why?" Danny finds the word falling from his mouth before he can even think.
"They say it's because our benefactors were almost caught. Downsizing. I... I recommend you all stay here. At school. Your parents. They... They are your parents, but they are scientists. This has been a job to them. You'll all be given your housing and guardian's information by Monday. I'm sorry."
Danny had only gotten minimal information from his 'parents'. Just that they'd be busy sorting through years of backlogged data. Just that they were upset that it was all over. No one could stand being around the edge of the town- the sheer number of people just on the other side of the fence was overwhelming.
The juniors of Casper had stayed in Mr. Lancer's English class for hours after the bombshell had been dropped. They'd all had some sort of deep-rooted mutual understanding with each other. And they were all feeling. All feeling anger, depression, they were all feeling grief.
The cards that sat in their back pockets, the creased folders, everything. They all stood in a line, now, all twenty-four students. All of the younger students had been cleared. The older ones had already been gone. But they knew, those 24 students, they knew that it wasn't them that the Amity Project ruled around. It was them.
The students looked less their age as they watched car after car pull up in front of the school. They look like warriors, watching the 'civilians' step out of their cars.
Danny is in the middle of the line, hunched forward a bit as he twists and rips at the flag pole in his hands. He crunches it like it's made of playdough, the metal creaking and grinding in his hands.
Sam is to Danny's left, dripping in blood red paint. Her gothic attire is soaked, her hand color is lost to the red. She looks hellious, like she'd crawled from her own personal pit in hell.
Tucker stands to Danny's right. His posture is firm. His eyes are calculating. His jaw is set. His face is stone. He's tall, looming.
... So. Anyways. I'm thinking from here Sam goes with Diana Prince, Danny goes with Clark Kent, and Tucker goes with Bruce Wayne. The rest of the class goes with assorted civilians (or minor vigilantes). The class remains in contact with each other via letters. The story will follow them coping with not being normal, with the rage and anger, and their evolution into being a new phase of heroes. Heroes without masks or names or anything.
Jazz is living with Barry Allen. She was specifically separated from Danny, and kept that way. Vlad is a halfa, but he's part of the project. Dani is his daughter, and Dan was an unscripted blip in time.
Any feedback would be nice! I just don't know if it'll turn out the way I'm thinking it will.
#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#batman#jason todd#batfam#danny phantom crossover#justice league#diana prince#clark kent#tucker foley#sam manson
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oops... i got married || TO SOME STRANGER!??!?!?
word count: 1.4k || Fic 5 of oops... i got married
summary: I'm gonna be fr with you. Your new malewife is a little sus
You get married as a joke.
Yes, there are limits to how much you can drink. Yes, there are limits to how insane you can get while drunk— but apparently getting married is not within that limit. You get married to some random guy— SERIOUSLY. SOME RANDOM DUDE. You wake up to a legally signed marriage document and them in your kitchen, and you blink at the confirmation email on your phone and then at your new lover at the door.
"You're going to be late for class."
"What the fuck?!"
You pause at the sight of your new husband, some random man, white hair and red eyes, and you pause. Did you get transmigrated? Are you in an isekai fic? Is this your main character moment? Seriously, how the hell did you manage to bag some random ass man!???!!? WHAT. WHY IS HE HOT.
"Wait." You pause. "How do you know I have class?"
"The backpack." He points. "Now, hurry on up now."
That does NOT explain how the hell you met your husband. Yet, you don't have time, grabbing breakfast from his hand as he waves goodbye to you at the door. Great day to pay expensive ass rent but live right next to campus. You wonder if your husband lives someone. You feel kind of bad that he had to take you home after you got plastered yesterday. But. That does not excuse the fact that he looked suspicious as fuck while staring at you sleep. Also, how the hell did he agree to marrying you? WHY.
You huff as you walk back to class, pausing and blinking when a piece of the ceiling breaks off and slams into where you were sitting, somehow missing all of your belongings by a hair. You blink, stupefied, grabbing your stuff from under the ceiling as you evacuate the lecture with the rest of the students. Someone hates you... or something. You don't know. You're surprised you didn't just die while drunk. Sometimes pianos fall out of the air and try to bomb you. Also, you have a husband to go home to now! He'd be sad if you suddenly died... right?
Wait. What even is his name?
"Casper." Your husband rolls his eyes as you pout. "You forgot your own husband's name?"
"Uh huh." You blink. "Are you just going to be my househusband now?"
"I don't see why not. Anything interesting happen today?"
"Oh!" You grin. "A piece of the ceiling slammed into my seat, but luckily for me I was in the bathroom. My stomach problems saved me for once."
Your husband gives you a smile half between concern and amusement. (he would have to try harder next time— what. that was not him. who said that.)
"I'm glad you're safe."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." He pauses. "Do you get acid reflux in the morning?"
"If I eat and sleep immediately after." You mumble. "Why?"
"Hotpot." He hums. "Spicy hotpot. Eat up."
Your eyes light up, brightening as he hands you a bowl of rice, watching as you dig in, humming happily as you watch him put his own bowl down.
"Is it good?"
"Mhm!" You beam. "Where'd you learn to cook?"
"I live alone." He hums. "Someone has to do the housework around my place."
"How about currently?"
"I live a little... far away." He pauses. "It would be hard for me to see you every day if I don't live at your place. Besides, my job is in the area."
"Will you move here? Or..."
"No. My management provides housing for free." He smiles. "Oh, the food's going to get cold."
You pause. "Can I apply?"
"No. We don't take applications."
"WHAT." You groan. "Ugh. I knew it was too good to be true. You probably sold your soul for it or something."
Casper doesn't speak up, placing a slice of lotus root in your bowl. "Eat up."
You raise a brow but don't pry further. It's not your problem if your husband sold his soul. At least he's hot.
Maybe he's secretly trying to eat your soul... demons... that checks out honestly. You did have a bad stroke of luck when it came to unfortunate situations, and you had an even more comedic one when it came to avoiding them. Always nearby, never you. You wonder if that would curse your husband. Though, from the looks of it, your husband would probably steal someone's soul before that curse could even lay a hand on him.
"What are you looking at?"
"You're very hot." You grin.
You laugh when you notice your husband turn red.
The vast majority of your days pass relatively calmly, and you grow into a comfortable pattern with your husband... that is until your husband shows up with a black card and tells you that he can cover rent for the rest of your life— that raises some questions. What does your husband even do for work? What is he doing with his life? How the hell does he have a better credit score than you? Where is his money even coming from?!
You force him into the corner of your house one afternoon with a broom in hand.
"Sunshine, I really think—"
"Spit it out." You stare him down. "What do you do for work. I refuse to believe I'm in a kdrama, so spit out something you can back up."
Casper presses his back against the wall, eyes darting to the wall as you shake the broom at him, and he grimaces.
"I'll get fired if I tell you—"
"NO ONE HAS A CAMERA IN MY HOUSE SO SPIT IT OUT"
"I'm a grim reaper."
You pause, blinking at your husband, words processing in your brain.
"I'm a grim—"
"They hire people for that?!" You blurt, pausing. "Wait. No. You're spouting nonsense at me."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Am not."
"Are!"
"Not!" Casper turns around to face you, shaking as your grip tightens around the broom. "Please... go through my closet?"
"So your job is literally... murder?" You pause. "My stay at home househusband is secretly some insane man who goes around killing people?!"
"It's not—"
"Then what is it?!" You raise a brow at him, unconvinced.
"We get a list." He sighs. "And we get everyone's name."
"Wait." You pause. "Why the hell did you agree to marry me then!?"
"That's not—"
You shake the broom at him.
"You were supposed to die years ago but kept avoiding death so I've just decided to marry you to see WHY you're not DYING." Casper braces himself for the broom's impact, but you're too stupefied to give him a proper answer.
"I'm supposed to be dead?"
"Well..." He grimaces. "You can't really... die."
"I'm immortal?"
"Your... soul." He pauses, turning his head to the side. "Your soul is endless, and you constantly give life to those around you... including me."
You pause. "So you married me because I'm a natural healer? Wait. No. You married me to kill me?! This isn't some josei manga, you know?!"
"Yes, but." Casper sighs, shoulders relaxing as you drop the broom. "You are so lovely."
"You're just saying that."
"I am not." He mumbles. "I would have just taken your soul if you were not."
"Oh, so this is pretty privilege?"
"It's not—"
"Wow, Caspie. I thought you actually loved me." You pretend to sigh.
"I do—"
"You didn't kill me because you think I'm lovely? If that doesn't—"
Casper grabs your wrists, holding them in place as he blinks at you, grumbling. "Would you shut up and listen to me for just a second? Goodness, sunshine, I love you. I'd go mad if I did not have you as my beloved."
You tilt your head at him, and he sighs.
"I love you. I'm not going to try killing you anymore."
You sigh, shaking your wrists loose as you press your lips to his, humming. Casper doesn't argue with it, humming as his lips slot against yours, hands moving down to your waist.
"So we aren't getting a divorce?" You mumble.
"No." He grumbles. "What do you want for dinner?"
A smirk spreads on your face as he sighs.
Still. He loves you.
#surprise mf you thought I was never gonna touch that event again did ya#the quality of these fics r like wattpad crackfics to me. send help#☾.fics#☾.events#grim reaper x reader#casper x reader#a date with death x reader#'martha honey I'm coming home— IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!?!??!' -> me rn
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More Helen x Ghost pleaseeeeee
sometimes, I am merciful
Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader
Word count: 1k
AN: mentions of a wound and dressing it. fluff-ish (probably more than I’d like but it’s been a day and a half and I needed this too). Helen isn’t readers name, read Helen.Simon for more context. take pity on me, I wrote this on my phone (: but hope it’s okay, anon.
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“Helen,” he hisses through gritted teeth.
He clenched his other fist, the bones on the glove cracking under pressure. He’s trying not to stare at you—fearful you’d turn him into fucking stone.
The look on your face is still etched into his eyelids. Eyes flicking from him to his clearly bleeding hand, a mixture of relief and disappointment he’s come back with another scar you’ll obsessively try and heal.
Your grip on his hand tightens, wrenching it closer. “Keep still, Casper.”
He doesn’t hate it. The grip you have on him. Both literally and figuratively. Even if he doesn’t fully understand the ifs, buts and how’s of it all.
But he doesn’t fucking hate your new pet name. The one you’ve clearly thought about over the thirty-six hours he’s been gone.
He’s had it for all of fifteen minutes and already cannot stand it. But he refuses to ask for Boo.
Instead, he puts up with it. Letting you relish in inflicting your own choice of torture.
Because if you’re calling him a friendly ghost, it means you’re still calling him. Still talking.
He’s learnt how painful and torturous your silence is. A punishment he’s not sure he could handle on such limited sleep.
Sighing, he blinks. Purposefully blanking his face, letting his eyes soften and settle.
Then he wills your eyes to meet his.
If you were anyone else, he’d command it. But that doesn’t work on you. Not unless he says it softly, not unless shards of him are breaking off and you take pity on him.
Look at me. Please look at me.
You don’t.
The scent of antiseptic, vanilla and blackberries meets his nose, mixing with the smell of blood, dust and death he’s brought with him.
He prefers your scent. A perfume he struggles to remove from his casual clothing and his bed sheets. Not that he complains. He’d never complain.
If he had his way, the scent would be burned into his skin. It keeps him rooted and reminds him of the truth in all the lies that his brain conjures when insomnia strikes.
Helen. Look at me.
You don’t. You’re too busy using all of your focus as you dress his wound. Your delicate fingers slide the bandage around his palm, silently judging, silently tutting as you work your magic.
He knows you’re pissed—before you start muttering and tutting. You weren’t half as gentle with the needle as usual. Not even muttering an apology when you’d stabbed it a little too hard.
If it weren’t inflicted on him, he’d have egged you on. Rather liking your conniving ways. On him, not so much. Even if he can tell, you’re getting some sick satisfaction from making him wince.
But he needs your eyes.
He’s missed them.
“Sweetheart…”
It comes out stern and quiet, but it forces your chin up. Those big beautiful eyes land on him, and they feel like the sun.
At first, they’re soft, all kindness and love. In one blink, they’ve shifted. Scolding him, attempting to peel back his mask and scorch his face.
Fuck, you’re beautiful.
“A rusty knife? Really, Simon?”
“Better my hand than my neck.”
You clamp your mouth shut, hiding insults and your wicked way with words from him. The fact you do annoys him more than the coward who tried to stab him.
“There’s a choice to choose neither, you know,” you whisper, continuing to bandage his hand, focusing on the bow. “Could come back to me with just bruising and cuts. That’s a choice too.”
You tighten the final part of the bandage more purposefully, him biting back a wince as you look up at him again. The anger softens, sadness replacing it. A look he instead fucking hates, even if he’s the one who put it there.
“I’m never leavin’ you.”
“Oh, I’m aware,” you say, pushing back on the wheels of your chair for more distance, “Because if you considered it, I’d hunt you down. Hell or high water, I’d find you. And, let me make this crystal fucking clear, Simon Riley. I am both.”
He wants to lift his mask.
Show you the prize of his smile.
But he can’t risk it. Not here, not in the middle of your medical room that people barge in and out of.
It doesn’t matter how often the two of you try to steal moments; life has a way of ripping them from your grasp. But it doesn’t stop him from trying.
Instead, he grabs your leg, pulling you, pleasantly surprised you don’t fight him as you wheel between his legs. Your annoyance is painted as clear as day, his fingers releasing your leg before resting on your knee.
“Understood,” he says, drawing a soft circle against your knee. Watching you, watching him. A moment, between all the others, where it’s just the two of you. “Go eat, Helen.”
“I’m fi—“
He squeezes your knee, silencing you. Staring at you to remind you he knows you. Knows that you haven’t eaten two meals a day, never mind three. That he’s had people check on you, ask about you.
That in his own fucking way, he cares, so let him care. Let him take care of you.
You swallow as if realising this. As if the two of you are in the middle of a conversation, you’re both having with your eyes.
He wins.
The only way he knows that is from the sweet little groan you give him as he returns to drawing a circle on your knee.
“Sometimes, Simon. I really can’t stand you.”
“Feelings mutual, Helen.”
You remove your glove, placing your hand gently over his. It’s warm, gentle and yet calloused in its own way.
And he should tell you to leave.
Tell you to get food before you’re left with scraps you’ll complain to him about later. But this is nice. It’s comforting. It’s something he can’t genuinely articulate and is glad you don’t ask him to try.
And then, you hand him his glove. The one stained scarlet and still damp with his blood.
He nods.
You nod.
The two of you send the other a look which has become close to a parting kiss, without you both touching. One that will have to do until he can really kiss you later. Until he can remind every inch of your skin that he came back, that he’s alive. He’ll do so, silently promising too, until you’re chanting his name to the point he realises this isn’t a dream, but reality.
A beautiful, unexplainable reality.
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#simon ghost Riley#simon ‘ghost’ riley#ghost riley x reader#ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x f!reader#simon ghost riley x you#cod ghost x reader#ghost x reader#ghost riley#Helen x Simon#ghost cod mw2#cod ghost#ghost x helen#simon x helen
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. WIP introduction.
the spookyboys, in collaboration with @reeseweston
With an aching secret wedged between his ribs, Felix Novak embarks on a quest for truth and to unveil the existence of aliens, ghosts, cryptids, and everything in between.
Casper Nguyen, a firm non-believer in anything not proven by fact, unexpectedly becomes entangled in Felix’s pursuit of the impossible.
Together, they blur the lines between the known and the unexplainable—and their friendship along the way.
. soft rain hitting fallen leaves . disembodied voices on the wind . audio crackles on the radio . cozy sweaters a size too big . handprints on foggy windows . milkshakes and french fries . inside jokes between friends . murder mysteries and mayhem . a face in the mirror not belonging to you .
characters :
Felix Novak
Psychosis runs in the Novak family. At least that’s what his father’s been trying to convince Felix of ever since the day his mother was sent away following her hysterical claims of seeing a woman in their house that no one else could see.
Except … Felix is positive he saw her too.
Even more certain that he spoke to her.
Maybe not in words, but through his Ouija board.
Years have come and gone since then, and though Felix hasn’t yet been able to prove his mother’s sanity, he has seen his fair share of ghosts and monsters, of creatures both evil and benign, and he’s not given up looking for the truth.
Casper ‘Cas’ Nguyen
Ghosts don’t exist, Cas is as sure of that as he is the insomnia that plagues him.
That is, until he meets eccentric and curious Felix, a man insistent that this insomnia Cas suffers from might in fact be the cause of a ghost not only haunting his apartment but also sharing some sort of deeper connection that is much too extreme for Cas to grasp.
Even in the face of proof that this ghost, and others like it, might indeed exist, Cas remains skeptical.
Even after years following Felix prove the existence of the paranormal on film, Cas remains skeptical.
Because there has to be another explanation … right?
Croix Harvoth
Croix was once a kinder and gentler person, but ghosts ruined that for him.
A near-death experience during an attempt to bring his former best friend’s girlfriend back to life has left him haunted. Literally. To the point he can’t sleep most days because the ghosts in his occult shop / apartment won’t shut the fuck up.
Like he owes them something, they come to him seeking help, seeking guidance to the next stage of their lives … or lack thereof … and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to get rid of them.
It’s turned him into an asshole of a hermit who avoids the living as often as he can … which isn’t easy when you run a business.
Someone’s got to pay the bills, though, and his cat, Jackass, will starve without her damned cat food, so what’s a guy going to do?
Atticus Flood
Some might say he is too giving, too gentle, too eager to help, and they would be right.
Atticus can heal the ailments of others, from minor wounds to major ones, from simple sorrows to the deepest mental aches, but in turn, it takes a part of him, too.
His hair is losing its color, drained from its deep black roots to a haunting white like a spider’s thread. His nails have taken on a similar fate, but his eyes still hold some of the life still lingering in him.
Taking it too much further might mean the end for him, but Atticus isn’t sure he can say no.
Especially not when he meets Croix and knows he might be the only thing that can save him from his demons.
Katy Lovelace
Everyone needs a friend acquainted in witchcraft, though Felix might have been skeptical when they first met. Which is saying something, considering all of his out-there beliefs … but this was different. This was putting his best friend in the hands of a stranger, inexperienced in the ways of magic, no one quite knowing what risks they might face.
Now, though, she’s a go-to friend for advice on crystals and spells, and the occasional bath time essential oil recommendations.
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