Star smiled up at him before embracing his arm till they heard a commotion in the hallway "I don't think he's supposed to have one that dosen't belong to him" a few of the haunts were together talking "look I get he's famous and special all of that but it shouldn't count he's technically stolen a familiar and that should get him into big trouble" another spoke in "honestly why Gracey didn't tell him is beyond me I say we explain after today that he needs to return the familiar even without Emily around am afraid he can't keep them".

Randall scowled a little upon hearing this conversation-for one thing, he could just feel his ectoplasm crawl at the notion of him using his fame to get his way...he knew he had a certain degree of fame (or was it infamy?) among the mortals, but that didn't make him special, or any better than his fellow spooks-he could see Constance thinking herself as being above the others, certainly, but he liked to think he would be better than that...

...and for another, he didn't steal a familiar. Yes, Star was supposed to be assigned to Emily, but he doubted his wife would mind all that much. They shared and shared alike in their marriage, and so he imagined she'd be fine with him having her familiar, especially if it meant he had some company in her absence. Similarly, he hoped his own familiar found their way to her, and gave her some company as well.

And to think he couldn't keep little Star, who he'd bonded too so quickly...his brow knitted together deeply at the thought, his heart breaking at it. He tried not to think about it too much, and he hoped Star hadn't heard that-he didn't want his little friend to worry that they wouldn't be able to stick around.

Deciding against arguing with the other ghosts for now (maybe he'd take them aside and set them straight later, after the park closed), Randall did his best to put the conversation out of his mind as he prepared for the day ahead-he had a job to do, and mortals to scare...

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU 1999 — dir. Gil Junger

"Oh, he was a very rolly polly baby," June giggled, eyes falling on a picture she'd taken of baby Randall laying on his belly on the living room floor, his father laying similarly across from him, encouraging his son to try and wiggle his way over to him. "He was my little tater bug-that was what I used to call him when he was a baby, on account of how little chubby he was."

"Ma!" Randall protested, face lighting back up to a bright scarlet, much to his parents' amusement, his father ruffling his hair, saying, "It's the truth, lad, you can't deny it! You were a rolly polly baby-and a rolly polly toddler too!"

This was demonstrated by further pictures of Randall on the following pages, showing he was still a round, cuddly little tyke, all apple cheeks and big, toothless smiles for the camera-it wasn't until he got a little older that he began to lose the baby fat and slim down, which only became clearer as he graduated to his teens and up.

Although she didn't want to rain of the happy mood in the room, June couldn't help but wonder, as she showed Emily these pictures, if she had any pictures from her youth, any from her childhood. And what's more, vampires couldn't see themselves in the mirror, right? When was the last time she saw herself?

When was the last time someone told her she was beautiful?

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"Oh, you'll love this one, this is Randall's first Halloween, oh, he was the cutest, chubbiest little pumpkin on the block!" June cooed, taking the photo out of the slip to allow Emily a better look at it: Sure enough, it was little baby Randall, all chubby cheeks and baby fat, smiling all big for his picture (if one looked close enough, they could see Wilhelm's hand, tickling his little foot, no doubt making him smile and giggle for the photo).

"Watch the birdie never really worked for Randall," Wilhelm admitted, as June smiled fondly at the photo ("I still have it, it's upstairs in the cedar chest," she commented to Emily), and Randall, face red, tried to hide his embarrassment (though he smiled behind his fingers all the same). "But he was always ticklish on his little feet, and so when he was a wee lad, one of us used to reach over and just give him a little tickle, and we'd get some great pictures!"

"Pa..." Randall chuckled in embarrassment, averting his gaze, though his smile didn't falter as Wilhelm whispered to Emily, "Whenever he was being pouty as a boy, I used to tickle him-and that frown wouldn't stay on for very long when I did!"

MYTHOLOGY A-Z:  GHOSTS 

“At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.”

I love the idea of dragon hatty hoarding hatboxes just his sitting ontop of the mountain of them in the attic and if Constance tries touching on he spews flames as a warning.

((I do too, and he would! I think the one thing Randall would enjoy about being a dragon would be the ability to screw with Constance-now he's bigger and meaner than her, and he can breathe fire! Sure, she's still got an ax, but he's got fire! He's a big, scaly dragon! It's no contest!))

The Caretaker and his loyal dog.

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send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

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"Oh, you'll love this one, this is Randall's first Halloween, oh, he was the cutest, chubbiest little pumpkin on the block!" June cooed, taking the photo out of the slip to allow Emily a better look at it: Sure enough, it was little baby Randall, all chubby cheeks and baby fat, smiling all big for his picture (if one looked close enough, they could see Wilhelm's hand, tickling his little foot, no doubt making him smile and giggle for the photo).

"Watch the birdie never really worked for Randall," Wilhelm admitted, as June smiled fondly at the photo ("I still have it, it's upstairs in the cedar chest," she commented to Emily), and Randall, face red, tried to hide his embarrassment (though he smiled behind his fingers all the same). "But he was always ticklish on his little feet, and so when he was a wee lad, one of us used to reach over and just give him a little tickle, and we'd get some great pictures!"

"Pa..." Randall chuckled in embarrassment, averting his gaze, though his smile didn't falter as Wilhelm whispered to Emily, "Whenever he was being pouty as a boy, I used to tickle him-and that frown wouldn't stay on for very long when I did!"

Cartel película "Flamingo Road" 1949, de Michael Curtiz.

He knew she wouldn't like it if he said so, but this only further solidified his plan to become a vampire in his heart and mind: Never again, she said, never again would he be in harm's way, never again would she have to worry about him, able to take solace in the notion that the man she loved so dearly was safe...the best way to give her that peace of mind would be to join her, wouldn't it?

But then, his gaze wandered from her cool blue eyes, and he saw his parents, watching solemnly, and he felt his chest tighten, his heart strain, as if someone gripped it in their fist and pulled. He wanted to give Emily that peace of mind, that comfort in knowing she had nothing to fear, for she would never lose him again, but...

How can I leave them behind?

Randall swallowed back this dull, seemingly unshakable ache and nodded as he pressed his forehead against Emily's, squeezing her hand as he exhaled, agreeing softly, "Never again."

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"Lass, you can't blame yourself for that!" Wilhelm insisted gently, and without a second thought, he reached out and gently lay a warm hand over her cool one, brow furrowing upon hearing this-it just seemed deeply unfair of her to blame herself for what happened, to beat herself up for it. She had no way of knowing what was going to happen that night, and she shouldn't hold it against herself.

"Wil's right," June agreed, as Randall too reached out to take Emily's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as his mother continued, "You shouldn't blame yourself, Emily-you...you thought you were doing right by our son, and I...I can understand that. You came from a place of love, trying to...spare him the heartache, I know. But...even when you tried to stay away, you couldn't, because you love my son. It's why you were there that night, watching over him like a guardian angel. And you were his guardian-you saved his life, and I thank you for it."

"You didn't fail me, Emily," Randall assured gently, as he pressed a loving kiss to her knuckle. "Far from it-you saved my life! Even when we were apart, I still loved you-and you still loved me, enough to keep watching out for me, even if it broke your heart to keep your distance. Your love saved me, Emily! That's...that's not failure, far from it!"

The world does not want me; it rejects me like a ghost escaped from the tombs; I am almost as pale: my blood refuses to believe that I am alive, and it will not colour my skin; it drags itself slowly through my veins, like stagnant water in choked-up canals.

Mademoiselle de Maupin, Théophile Gautier, 1835

"Emily..."

At this, Randall squeezed her hand again, reaching out with his free hand to touch her face, encouraging her to look him in the eye as he said gently, "Please, my heart...don't blame yourself, please. It's...it's not your fault."

He made the choice to walk to her home every night, even when he knew she wouldn't come to the door, because he wanted to. He knew his parents wouldn't approve if they knew, he knew the danger of being out in the darkened streets so late, but still did he happily roll those dice of his own volition. He made that choice all on his own, and so she shouldn't have to shoulder the burden, blaming herself. It was like his mother said, she did it because she loved him, and there was no fault in her for doing so, in his opinion.

But couldn't the same be said of him? Refusing to let her be alone because he loved her? Even if people saw them as foolish, making the choices they did, he felt there should be no regret-as they said, people do silly things when they're in love.

"What's done is done, lass," Wilhelm said gently, finding himself reaching out to take June's hand without a second thought, to say nothing of her taking it without looking. "You can't hold that over your head forever. It happened, yes, but...it's alright."

"I'm alright," Randall smiled gently, his heart breaking as he looked at the woman he loved, knowing full well why this cut so deeply for her, even when his parents didn't. "You still saved me, Emily, and I'm alright."

At the end of the day, she saved him, and even if she may wish it never happened at all, it still did. But even so, he was safe and sound-and it was thanks to her that he was.

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"Lass, you can't blame yourself for that!" Wilhelm insisted gently, and without a second thought, he reached out and gently lay a warm hand over her cool one, brow furrowing upon hearing this-it just seemed deeply unfair of her to blame herself for what happened, to beat herself up for it. She had no way of knowing what was going to happen that night, and she shouldn't hold it against herself.

"Wil's right," June agreed, as Randall too reached out to take Emily's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as his mother continued, "You shouldn't blame yourself, Emily-you...you thought you were doing right by our son, and I...I can understand that. You came from a place of love, trying to...spare him the heartache, I know. But...even when you tried to stay away, you couldn't, because you love my son. It's why you were there that night, watching over him like a guardian angel. And you were his guardian-you saved his life, and I thank you for it."

"You didn't fail me, Emily," Randall assured gently, as he pressed a loving kiss to her knuckle. "Far from it-you saved my life! Even when we were apart, I still loved you-and you still loved me, enough to keep watching out for me, even if it broke your heart to keep your distance. Your love saved me, Emily! That's...that's not failure, far from it!"

Thomas Payne, crime boss and fashion guru.

@beatingheart-bride

"Lass, you can't blame yourself for that!" Wilhelm insisted gently, and without a second thought, he reached out and gently lay a warm hand over her cool one, brow furrowing upon hearing this-it just seemed deeply unfair of her to blame herself for what happened, to beat herself up for it. She had no way of knowing what was going to happen that night, and she shouldn't hold it against herself.

"Wil's right," June agreed, as Randall too reached out to take Emily's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as his mother continued, "You shouldn't blame yourself, Emily-you...you thought you were doing right by our son, and I...I can understand that. You came from a place of love, trying to...spare him the heartache, I know. But...even when you tried to stay away, you couldn't, because you love my son. It's why you were there that night, watching over him like a guardian angel. And you were his guardian-you saved his life, and I thank you for it."

"You didn't fail me, Emily," Randall assured gently, as he pressed a loving kiss to her knuckle. "Far from it-you saved my life! Even when we were apart, I still loved you-and you still loved me, enough to keep watching out for me, even if it broke your heart to keep your distance. Your love saved me, Emily! That's...that's not failure, far from it!"