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ghouljams · 7 months
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I need more ghost ghost
Like their dynamic and how it evolves. Do they eventually reach an understand does ghost ever move on and let go😭 does he get jealous if she has friends over
Please I'm feral for the spooky idea even crumbs would satisfy me
Any day now, he'll get bored.
You keep telling yourself that, but it hasn't happened yet. Your ghost just seems to be settling in to his roll as household haunting. If anything you're getting too used to him. You're used to the cold watched feeling when you lay in bed at night. You're used to the handprints in fogged glass after your shower. You're used to putting things down and having them disappear. Hell you're even used to the rasping whispers that sometimes fill the air when you're not listening.
You're really not that interesting. If you were a ghost you would've moved on by now. You certainly wouldn't be haunting some barely liveable house or bothering the only person stupid enough to try restoring it.
You set a mug of tea on your ghost's little corner altar and drag a chair to sit down in front of it. He likes black tea, English breakfast or Earl Grey, splash of milk and a dash of sugar. You know the order well enough by now, all the ingredients he'd previously tipped over to make a mess of your kitchen. "I'm thinking of tackling the bathroom today, got the tile in so-" you reach down to tug a square of green tile out of the bag at your feet, "-I gotta start ripping up the old stuff." The tea on Ghost's altar bubbles in annoyance. "Don't get fussy you helped pick the new tile, remember?"
A single bubble pops on the tea's surface. A dismissive yes. Good enough for you.
"Be a lot easier if you didn't go scaring off the contractors," you grumble. The air is still for a long moment as you sip your morning tea. You feel a little silly staring at a mug of tea and waiting for it to talk to you. One bubble for yes, two for no, not a perfect system but working well enough so far.
You reach to tap the rim of the mug, see if the metaphorical mic is still on, and notice its been drained. Then all the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, the air around you dropping degrees by the breath.
"Can't trust them," his voice, so low and rumbling, fills the space beside your ear. Your stomach drops, and you have to stop yourself from reaching back to brush the sensation away. Fuck he's gotten chatty recently.
"You just don't like them," you keep your eyes on his altar, "you just gotta get to know them, I mean, you didn't like me when I first moved in!"
"Still," there's a long breath, a rasping wheeze that sounds painful, sometimes you wonder if it has to do with how your ghost died, "don't."
You gasp, standing from your chair and feeling whatever ghostly hold was talking to you dissipate. "See if I make you any more tea," you tell him. You will, obviously, but you try to make the threat sound sincere. He doesn't need to know that you don't mean it. After all what's a dead man going to do to you?
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bignostalgias · 1 year
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At this point I’m just doing whatever would make my 13 yr old self happy, so. Frostcup Ghost AU ❄️
edit: [part 2]
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majimasleftasscheek · 6 months
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kazumaji week 2023 day 6: alternate universe (of which I have many kdsfjlkljdfkl)
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appledaggerst · 2 years
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“Extra buttery, please.” Steve flashed her a smile and she blushed, smiling shyly. Eddie popped up behind her, following her to the spout.
“Allow me to get that for you, my liege.” As the girl pressed down on the lever he focused his energy and pressed heavily down on it as well, the butter coming out in a massive stream, soaking the popcorn. The girl jumped back, the spatter barely missing her shirt. She looked at Steve with wide eyes, embarrassed.
“Oh… my god I’m so sorry! I don’t… It totally, like, malfunctioned!” She sheepishly brought the popcorn back to Steve who was grinning now. Eddie was laughing behind the girl, pleased with his little trick. Steve watched him in his peripheral vision as he accepted the snack from her.
“No, it’s perfect.” He glanced up over her shoulder, making quick eye contact with the man behind her. He looked up through his lashes and licked his lips. “It’s just the way I like it.” He watched as Eddie stopped laughing. He and the girl blushed a deep red in perfect sync, staring at Steve as he winked, grabbing the popcorn and walking off. He could hear Eddie scrambling over top of the counter behind him, talking to the girl even though he knew she couldn’t hear him.
“Sucks to be you, sweetheart, I’m outta here. Wait up, Casanova!”
I... still think about this often so I decided to draw it.
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elisedonut · 10 months
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trying to decide if in a muggle ghost!au if I would want Percy to be the ghost or whoever i'm shipping him with in that moment
on one hand dead!Percy who died from like a sickness a hell of a long time ago like im talking 50-60 years not like a year ago ok cool fun interesting
especially when its like those situations where ghosts don't "wake up" (so to speak) immediately and so he's just is very confused why everything's so different and his family is gone and that there's some random person in his house, in his room. Ghosts have to work to be able to bee seen though so it takes a few weeks of Percy trying to do stuff to get them to notice him you know normal ghost shenanigans slamming cabinets, leaving notes on like mirrors, turning things on or off that kind of deal. anyway point is it doesn't work for a while because he has to figure out how to be corporeal.
so he ends up learning more about the person in the house with him and realizes that they seem really lonely. Percy never sees anyone else enter the house with them and they don't leave the house too often.
some character specific thoughts I have for potential non ghosty's
Oliver
played a sport professionally idk I've seen both rugby and soccer being like the replacement sport for quidditch regardless of which one i think he like broke a leg or something and cant play anymore so is now in strong depression
breaking a leg was very recent
doesn't react to Percy slamming things around because i think he's just kinda numb and doesn't really notice most of the time
but when Percy is finally able to show himself Oliver accepts fairly well because he thinks he's kinda just finally lost it
needs new special interest stat before he does something drastic
Marcus
Has an online job so legit just does not leave the house
moved as far from his family as he could after his Mother's death
jokes about there being a ghost before Percy figures out a corporeal form which causes Percy hope at first but is quickly dashed when Marcus just uses some random name
but because of him joking about it Marcus is more freaked out then Oliver would be when it becomes clear that there is indeed a ghost
i also really like the idea of someone slowly dying from something chronic that cant be fixed because then the problem of them being unable to be together gets fixed and then the other dies and they get to be reborn together or live out eternity as ghosties
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midnightfire830 · 9 months
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In the Ghost au, did cuphead and mugman live the entire story (Inky Mystery)? If so how did the Questers, the House, the circus crew, and Cannikin handle it? Large number of ppl XD
Live the entire story? I assume this is a typo or maybe I’m just dumb and can’t decipher what you mean. I mean, in IM cuphead and mugman are alive as of date so ghost au cupbros would be too. But I’m guessing the second question is your main question?
So! I’ll tell you HOW they found out AND their thoughts on it.
Bendy found out during Cup’s rampage after “Mugshots” (you know what I’m referring to). During his rampage he was switching between consciousness for so long I’m going to assume that maybe he was constantly flickering between forms with no real control. So Bendy would see him switching. Bendy would be super confused and bewildered at the moment but he’d push it off in order to get Cuphead to the hospital and moving on their quest. Later as the cupbros join the quest Bendy would ask for some more details. He would try his best not to pry and leave it as Cup’s buisness, sure that if there was something he NEEDED to know, Cup would tell him in his own time. Plus he’d try not to judge because he knows a lot about people giving him crap for be a demon. So he gets it. Eventually he becomes so chill with it he and Cup oftentimes joke and tease about it. A lot of pranks and a LOT of puns.
Felix and Boris would find out at about the same time while they were fighting Cala in the mountains. Cuphead integrates his fighting with his ability to turn into a ghost by flying around and phasing to avoid blows, that sort of thing. It becomes such an ingrained thing that he does it without thinking about the questers seeing him. So of course Felix and Boris would see.
Boris would be super freaked out, really confused, and really really worried. He most likely thought that Cuphead had died just then and there and panicked. After the fight, and some explanations he’d calm down a lot. He’d still be unnerved about it and concerned, but he’d also think it was super cool. Felix would be fascinated and ask a billion questions.
Holly would accidentally stumble upon turning Cuphead into a ghost. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. (Or maybe she was staking, nobody will ever know). She immediately drilled him with questions. Cup would be cold and curt with her quesitons and not share too much about it, but still answer a few questions, and Holly would back off. But his silence didn’t stop the brewing ideas, theories, and questions she had.
With Alice, maybe Cuphead would casually mention it in conversation? Like they were talking about him previously getting hurt and he’d say “Well, usually I just turn ghost so I don’t bleed out and to last longer…” Alice would stop short at that and ask for a clarification. Cuphead, realizing he never told her, explained the situation, or whatever all the other questers know, to keep her up to date. Her healer side would immediately flare up and she’d be super worried about him, she’d lightly prod with a few questions and how it worked, and then just casually talk about it. Generally she’s ok with it, as long as Cup isn’t actively being hurt or anything. Maybe a bit of pity for him literally dying and being brought back to life. Also puns. Ghost puns galore.
I think the people in the House in general would slowly find out one by one. He doesn’t really keep it a secret, he just doesn’t talk about it much. He’d just, drift into the room in ghost form and scare the ever loving crap out of the residents of the house. Oddswell would have questions. Red would just roll her eyes annoyed that she’d have to deal with this now. Granny would be very concerned for Cuphead but accept it nonetheless. Jerry would absolutely HATE it. Cup definitely abused his powers to prank Jerry so many different times. At some point there’s definitely a bunch of house rules like “No ghosting while someone’s cooking in the kitchen” specifically for Cuphead.
Mickey would find out while he’s invisible snooping around the house during Nightmare Night. He’d just see cuphead turn into a ghost right in front of him. He’d be a little spooked, a little curious, but he’s definitely seen weirder things so he isn’t bothered by it.
Oswald found out on the train to the Far West. Probably snuck up on a cuphead and spooked him and Cup turned to his ghost form out of instinct. It definitely startled Oswald and we was absolutely speechless when he saw it happen. Eventually he’d get over his shock and be cool with it. He later on probably teases cup for it.
I don’t think Donald and Goofy would know about it. Maybe Donald while they’re in the labyrinth. If he did Donald would either be shocked and surprised (in a zany way I guess). Or he couldn’t care less. “Oh great. The guy with a cup for a head can turn into a ghost. Whoop-de-cussing-do.” Either way later on he really doesn’t give two cusses about it.
I’m not sure if the bunny kids would know. If they did though, it would be when they dragged Cup and Bendy off to do Oswald’s dare. Cup would turn into a ghost and try to run away and Mugs/or maybe Ozzy would whip out a spray bottle of salt water and shoot him out of the air. Cup would be forced into his normal form again and fall flat on his back left to the billions of bunny children who’d ask billions more questions.
I think that covers everyone. Let me know if I missed anyone or if there was someone else you wanted a reaction from. ☝️
Thanks for the ask!!
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More of the Ghost!AU! Totally not using this to ignore the fact these characters are dead hahaha lolll what are you talking about- 
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deepdisireslonging · 1 year
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Haunted by the House of Black
What it would be like to feel like you’re being watched… by something not of this plane? Lingering touches that first startle, then intrigue?
Pairing: Neutral gender!Reader x Malakai Black/Brody King/Buddy Matthews/Julia Hart
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, horror aspects, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (reader and House receiving), dub-con, edging (?)
Word Count: 1400
Note: 18+ only please. I’ve got the note on my blog, but I had a 15 year-old reblog one of my fics last week. I am not your mother. I can’t tell you what not to engage with. But please note that interacting with art above your age group can and will get the creator in trouble, even if it is your actions and they had nothing to do with it besides create the art. So please, wait until you’re 18 before reading. For those 18 and older, please enjoy. Heavily inspired by this post, and this, and this.
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Being haunted would include:
·        Moving into your new house. It’s old, but you think it’s sweet and full of character. The first room you sat up was your bedroom.
·        What better way is there to break in a new place but with some self-pleasure?
·        There was the usual uneasiness of being alone in a new space. It grew as you undressed, but you knew it would dissipate after a few nights. You put on your headphones to further block out the house settling noises. All you heard was your favorite music or audio that helps you get into the right headspace.
·        If the air is cool, it’s because your body started to warm up. You writhe and tease your skin in the ways that make your core tingle. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Release is inevitable when you’re the one pulling your own strings.
·        Just as you focused to reach the end, one hand on your chest, the other between your legs, you felt a breath on your skin. And the sensation of a finger flicking your nipple.
·        You cum, but you ripped out your headphones as the orgasmic quakes cut short. You were alone. Of course.
·        It’s just a new house. It’s just a new house. It’s just a new house.
·        The mantra plucked at your thoughts over the next week. The stack of boxes piled up in your various rooms dwindled. But there was something more.
·        Whisps of air breezing over your skin.
·        The sound of shoes over the floorboards when you were sitting or standing still. Sometimes multiple sets.
·        The sensation of being watched followed around your house. It disappeared any time you spun around looking for peepholes, figures in the windows, or anything else your imagination could come up with as an explanation.
·        Fully unpacked, you set yourself to take a long, hot, self-indulgent shower. The only room in the house without windows. The steam breathed into your lungs, relaxing away the anxiety. Suds washed away the ache in your muscles. And washing your hair gave you an excuse to knead your temples and massage your head to your full desire. Robbed of your former “me-time”, you shifted your hands to your chest. Soon you brought your nipples to peaks.
·        You shifted your hands down, leaning against the shower wall and closing your eyes. The hum overtook your skin.
·        Completion was still a ways away when your eyelids fluttered open. Through the steam and the condensation on the shower wall, you could have sworn you saw eyes. Instead of being terrified, a different type of warmth filled you.
·        Whispers filed like static into your ears. Promises of what could be yours. If you only said yes.
·        A hand smeared through the condensation.
·        Another gripped your hip. Something took a deep breath next to your neck, inhaling the scent of your need.
·        Terror overtook pleasure. You ducked under the water, using it like a shield, and clamped your eyes shut tight. A few breaths later, you opened them again.
·        The handprint was gone.
·        Over the next several weeks, the touches became more bold.
·        At breakfast, a hand rested on the back of your neck, or the top of your head.
·        During your work from home, the trailing of fingers up your legs. Despite wearing your thickest pants, they still felt like skin against skin.
·        As you prepared for bed, lips kissed your back between your shoulder blades. A set of four, all at different heights along your spine. All at once.
·        At night, whispers told you to say yes. They passed wet dreams into your sleep. You woke up with a growing ache between your thighs, and a buzz in your skull.
·        Some days were quiet. Others were filled with quick touches that made you question your sanity.
·        One day they left you completely alone. You almost missed having them. And you said as much… out loud.
·        The next day, the larger pair of hands pined you to a wall as two mouths places chaste kisses to either side of your neck.
·        After a month and a half, you were ready to give in.
·        You began again, searching for the release that had been denied you since moving in.
·        No headphones this time. Just you… and the energies that creeped in. You wandered around your house, palming yourself. You stopped in the dinning room.
·        They waited until you were panting with need.
·        When the first hand smoothed across your skin, you didn’t flinch. Its match joined int the exploration. Another pair smoothed up your legs. A third landed heavily on your shoulders, massaging and moving you to lay across the table like a sacrifice or a meal. The fourth pair of hands, smaller, landed on your collarbone. Not tightening.
·        As one, they all stilled.
·        Waiting.
·        You took a deep breath.
·        “Yes.”
·        The small hands gently constrict around your neck. The others toyed with whichever part of you was closest to their grasp.
·        One hand eased over your sex, flicking its thumb over your most sensitive places. Tightening. Twisting. Curling. Another hand toyed at your puckered hole. The hands on your shoulders held you down as you writhed.
·        It’s so much. Their touch was cool against your flushed skin. Mouths placed wet kisses over your figure, leaving nothing behind. And, under the sounds panting out between your lips, the increased breathing of four other beings puffed. It chilled the air. You wondered if a ring of salt would have prevented all this.
·        Something harder and longer than fingers traces over your lips. You open your mouth and use your tongue. It’s odd working something cold and invisible. But it reaches the back of your throat without choking you. Why would it need to. The hands around your throat tightened as your arousal increased.
·        Another invisible cock slid across your sex, bumping and teasing while a mouth covered your heat. With the movement at your back, phasing through your table like it was nothing, you were soon full everywhere.
·        The arousal that had been building hovered out of reach.
·        No matter how you pleaded around the cock in your mouth, writing in the eight hands that gripped you, they prevented you from cumming.
·        The ghosts were reaching for and end of their own. The more they filed you, the more your energy depleted. Were they taking it from you? Or were they working you that much that you were spent?
·        Between blinks, you began to see the forms of your guests.
·        Three large men, two of which were covered in tattoos. The largest at your head, pinning you down and filling your mouth. The other two lower on your body. The tattoo-less one worked his mouth over your sex. The third, with the piercing eyes you saw in the shower, filling you. And a woman, sliding herself across your stomach.
·        Their forms were see-through, but each thrust and moan gave them another layer of opaqueness.
·        Resigned to wait for them, you let them use you. Moving and humming when you can, you took what they gave.
·        The woman suddenly tightened her grip. She tossed her head back as her body was wracked in shudders.
·        At that sight, the cock in your mouth swelled. A few more desperate pumps followed before it filled you, spilling past your lips.
·        The other two did their best to work you to completion. With two less weights on your arousal, you rapidly careened towards the end. The tattoo-less one came first, drawing away so he could spill on your stomach.
·        Finally, the last ghost refused to fill you until your walls clamped down on his cock. For the first time, you heard his shout twinged with the groan of release. His eyes bored into you as you came, shivering and filled with endorphins to the point where you felt like you were floating. Maybe you actually were.
·        Each one stroked you till you were at ease. Then, one by one, in the order they came, faded out of view with your name as a whisper.
·        The last stoked your cheek before he went.
·        “We’ll take care of you soon, liefje.”
·        You slipped off to sleep.
·        Awakening the next morning, you had been moved to your bed. You were clean and the only ache in your body was the familiar one that followed after a pleasant evening of pleasure.
You hoped they take care of you often.
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ginzburgjake · 10 months
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felt like doing a sketch and a collage for my fic hehehe
also it is imperative to listen to green day (boulevard of broken dreams) and mystery skulls (ghost) to experience The Angst fully
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bignostalgias · 1 year
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ghost?au part 2
[part 1, part 3]
definitely not listening to the goo goo dolls while drawing this no sir
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majimasleftasscheek · 7 months
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brahk im losing my mind at the ghost AU you put in the tags. shaking like a chihuahua its like you looked into my mind and ripped out my favourite trope i fuckin LOVE loser man falls hard for ghost
IT'S LIKE something that's been off and on in my mind for the past couple weeks and OUGH
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I have multiple versions like one is Majima is some ye olde ghost™ and Kiryu ends up in some haunted grounds for whatever reason 👀 idk maybe he's on vacay in a spooky village and he didn't read the reviews kdslfjkldfs
in another Majima's a more modern ghost, very hannya-man esque who haunts Kiryu cuz his giant dumpy knocks over a peculiar mask in some pawn shop that he ends up paying for and taking home. cue the pawn shop mysteriously never existing in the first place when Kiryu goes back after the mask starts doing weird shit. this one also has some old timey ghost versions if I ain't feeling hannya at the time ohoho
AND ANOTHER where still hannya-man themed and a lil more demon than ghost but Majima's like summoned to harass/kill Kiryu who of course has a lot of enemies but over time is like omg he's so cute maybe I just stab him (with love) 😳
I always imagine alive Nishiki is in these AUs and there's always something about Majima being a freak in the vicinity but only Kiryu can see him so Nishiki's just like bro what are you talking about 😒 and if there's Haruka, of course she can see Majima cuz kids be seeing the wildest shit in ghost stories
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feather-dancer · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️
Since this has gone to my main account I'm not mentioning anything on my alt AO3.
Ghosts he left behind - Everything prior to Jim Hunters still happened... Except Jim didn't come home after being dipped in T-Juice and has seemingly disappeared. It can only end well, I mean Merlin seems pretty unbothered about it!
All of the existing chapters will be getting a formatting fix when Stars' own is done.
As long as there are stars in the sky - Through a bit of fandangled magical backup plan Douxie ends up as the next Trollhunter and is Not Happy about this development. Shenanigans like Draal gets spritzed in the face with a spray bottle, the kids still find Kanjigar's body and we've got very old magic users having to pretend they're just regular humans what more do you want? There's lots of Zouxie to boot.
Currently editing/format fixing the existing chapters. From what I've seen so far Chapter 1 shows it's written in a week agenda pretty bad I'm so sorry.
Eli's Blog - Earth Date 11022021 - Eli starts a blog based on the events of Stars as he discovers them. He's also thinking about getting a couple of new recruits...
A Heart of Glass - Douxie discovered there would be consequences for releasing the Camelot prisoners though he couldn't have predicted how it would have resulted in the loss of his hand and ending up under the guardianship of the Arcane Order. He's still a good kid just prone to gallows humour and a wibbly moral compass.
These thoughts of you - Shameless Zouxie fluff reminiscing about how they first met even though they wouldn't become friends for a long while yet.
I wanted to put the 82 oneshot/drabble/whatever collection but couldn't think of a description and it's more I'm proud of how terrifying that sucker is.
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appledaggerst · 2 years
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Dustin stared at Steve who was sitting on the couch uncomfortably. He looked as if the furniture was made of red hot needles, his knee bouncing up and down, hips shifting back and forth and fingers tapping along the back. Dustin leaned over to Robin and spoke in a low voice.
"Does Steve look nervous to you?" She looked up from Dustin's list of evidence that he was indeed being haunted. She squinted at the man on the couch and shrugged.
"Yeah, you're right... maybe ghost stories freak him out?" Dustin scoffed
"What!?" He sounded incredulous and Robin put her hands up in defense. "Not Steve." He looked back over at the couch where Steve was now acting like someone had loaded a bucket of ants into his underwear, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He was muttering something to the wall now and Dustin narrowed his eyes.
"There has to be something else going on..."
From a fic I am now working on where Ghost!Eddie is pissed off that Steve won't acknowledge that he is real and ready to be saved.
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ownerofthisaccount · 1 year
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Owner decided to make depressing art for Submas(though you might’ve possibly saw this on my Twitter already). Basically a random thought came to me that we know Ingo has been sent to Hisui unknown if he will return(and that line about “for a being such as a human, it is not possible to return to the present” from Scarlet isn’t helping) home one day or even if he will want to at this point given he be leaving everything behind again, this time intentionally
BUT
What about Emmet? We don’t know what happened to him, we are just assuming he’s okay(ish, since he definitely won’t be emotionally) in the present, but we don’t know for sure. Because of time travel he could’ve forgotten about Ingo, or he could’ve been thrown in a different period of time, possibly even farther from Ingo. Or, he might not even be alive still.
Basically someone said that Ingo might’ve fallen because he protected Emmet from going through the rift. That definitely be bittersweet. But my brain decided to make it sadder by either having Emmet killed immediately before Ingo was taken(possibly by a Pokémon appearing through a different rift during the chaos, maybe by Giratina/Distortion World, or some other mean) which Ingo obviously doesn’t remember or it happened after he was taken, possibly during his search for Ingo. This led to a dream where the player encountered Emmet’s ghost that haunts the Single line of Gear Station still searching for Ingo, but is still helpful in leading people where they need to be and unlike other ghost people in Pokémon, could still battle the player in my dream(though makes me wonder the status of his team…)
So yeah, we’ve had enough ghost Ingo, time for more depressing ghost Emmet!
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themediummultiverseau · 11 months
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:0 geno doesn't know he's favouriteee, but ig it would be obvious
My question for sans tho, did you ever meet a ghost you were genuinely scared of?
(jdnsbd sorry for disappearing for forever, i got both busy and lazy)
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(pretty sure its readable this time so im not gonna transcribe unless i need to)
Sans doesn't even know his name, but he walks down the street near Error's house. He doesn't speak, only screams and begs for someone to help him, crying and sparking constantly. Seems if you want to learn more about him, you'll have to find a way to talk to him first.
do we like the more "comic style" here? i can try and do more, (and am atm,) but they normally take longer, so choice is yours guys, quicker and less detail, or longer and more?
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Shout out to the Ghost!AU it has such a hold on my mind currently wasdfjhgfd
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