Ghostlyaccurate - ☆Nyx☆

Is there anyone currently writing for lockwood & Co, and willing to write some requests? I've litterly watched one episode and I'm already head over heels here

Does anybody that writes for xmen 97 also write for Roberto Da Costa??

My guy is way too underrated AND YOU CANT CONVINCE ME HE DOESNT WEAR EYELINER

as a Dean-girl, i absolutely love Sam

i dont get how anyone could hate the other one, i seriously dont

i love both of them, and it really took quite the moment for me to figure out which girl i was

im just confused if im honest, like, one doesnt exist without the other

i just watched that episode in season 4 where Dean is Dean Smith, a manager, and Sam is Sam Wesson, and they manage to hunt and kill a ghost while barely knowing eachother and i just

they find eachother in basically another reality

how do people love one and hate the other?

i will immediately take this chance to ask for a request; Instead of Joe, its the reader that dies (and what if the reader is a crush. you can choose if you want the reader to be Sara or Joe's crush but like- please-)

Oop I can’t choose between two of my favs so I’ll do both!

..........

Sara

"Yep. Looks like it’s game over for me.” You chuckled, holding up your Sacrifice card after the votes were counted. “Sweet Miss Sara made a pretty damn good detective, huh?”

Though as you looked towards the blue-suited woman, you could see her lower her head, her hands trembling as she refused to look at you. “C’mon, Sara..it’s alright-”

“H-How can it be alright with you..? You’re about to die.”

“....yeah, I know. I’d just be lying to myself if I said I was alright with it.” You sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

She snapped her head up, allowing you to see her watering eyes. It was a heartbreaking sight for sure, but your gaze never wavered. “Had things gone differently..I would’ve chosen to escape with you. But..it looks like you’ll have to carry on--?”

Suddenly you were caught off-guard when she hugged you. It was a surprise, though you held her tight as you felt her tears soaking your clothes. “Hey, c’mon now...” You mumbled, frowning slightly. “It’s okay. I’m scared, too..I don’t want to leave you either.”

["I love you...”] 

[”........”]

“I-I..I love you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when those words left Sara’s mouth. ‘Is that why she’s been so protective and emotional around me ever since we got here?’ “Sara..”

“I wanted to..say that for a long time..s-since I won’t get that chance again I-I just--” She gasped

“I love you, too.” Tilting her chin up, she saw your teary eyes as you kissed her cheek. “No matter what happens, keep surviving. If for no one else, survive for me, okay?”

She was in shock that you returned her feelings, though all she could do was nod as Miley finally grew impatient with all the “tear-jerking crap”.

Soon your execution began--with metal pipes called Wrigglers draining the blood from your body. It hurt like hell, and everyone around you could only watch--some were crying, others were shouting at Miley to stop, and the rest appeared completely numb. 

Despite all the pain, though, you kept smiling at Sara, who was desperately trying to stop the device with a clicker she was given. 

Sadly it was all for nothing...as your body went limp and the sadistic floormaster mocked her attempts to save you out of “pathetic human love”.

Despite the overwhelming guilt she held after moving onto the third floor--she did take comfort in the fact her feelings were returned..

Though that didn’t make the hallucinations of you any less painful.

...........

Joe

“W-Well..at least everyone knows we traded cards..hah..hah...this sucks..” Joe ran a hand through his hair as he gazed at you, still in distraught you were the Sacrifice. “You wanted to escape with me, right?”

“That was..something I considered.” You sighed. “But I cracked at the end because I realized that would’ve been selfish of me. For us to live and for everyone else to die? I’d feel no better than that stupid doll.”

“HEY! I’m still here!” The Laughing Doll spat. “But I would’ve much rather seen you and lover-boy crumble into despair at your friends’ deaths, though I’ll accept this outcome~”

“Huh..?” You looked at her, confused. “Lover-boy?” 

“U-Uh..”

“..Joe?” It was then you noticed the brunette nervously sweating as he approached you.

“Damnit..I...never thought I’d be confessing this here but...I like ya, [y/n]!” He forced a smile. “Since I’m not gonna get this chance again I figured I’d get it off my chest--!”

Suddenly he felt his tie being grabbed as he pulled towards you, surprised as you gave him a brief peck on the lips. When you broke the kiss, he saw your smile and tearful eyes--which in turn made him tear up at the realization that...he was about to lose you. 

He was going to lose you and would never get to take you out on any dates. He even had a plan for the first one if you said “yes” to his confession.

“Hah..I-I knew you liked me. I mean who wouldn’t?” Sniffling, he hugged you tightly, not wanting you to see him cry even though it was obvious he was.

“I’m sorry, Joe..I..wish I got to spend more time with you.” You could feel him shake as you patted his back. Then you looked to Sara, seeing her nod solemnly. 

On your way to the Main Game, you had asked her to take care of Joe should anything happen to you and they both survived. And from her expression now, you knew she’d keep her promise.

As Miley finally executed you, Joe could only collapse to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he watched your life literally being drained from your body. It didn’t help that the clicker he was given only prolonged your suffering..

Why did things have to turn out this way? 

Why wasn’t he more stubborn in keeping his card?

Why would you...trade your life for his?

WE'RE GETTING GODDAMN CLIPS NOW???

We better see a clip of either Vi, Jinx, or Caitlyn soon- THIS WEEK HAS BEEN INSANE FOR ARCANE WTF

Hello sunshine!

I'd like to pop in (another) Vox Machina request

May I request your pick out or Scanpan, Percy and Vax x reader who's half-dragon? (Aka just like regular dragons but like half the size)

Of course!!

Masterlist 12

Scanlan

You’re called “half pint” most of the time from him, or any other form of short nicknames

Has a habit of hopping up on your back at random times and lounging there for what feels like forever

Back and forth banter teasing each other about height

Percy

He’s moreso familiar with the destruction that dragons can bring so he’s hesitant to trust you, but seeing as how you prove to be an ally time again, he’ll slowly trust you

Being the bookworm he is, sometimes he’ll try to make somewhat “friendly” in studying your abilities

Starts to trust you wholeheartedly when fights come down to the Chroma Conclave, especially if it’s cutting too close for him

Vax

Initially he’s the most distrustful out of the whole group, bad history of dragons and all, so it takes a looooong time to even trust you

That being said, he mostly gets used to whenever you use “human” form, endlessly interrogating you about your life, past, intentions, seeing more of who you really are underneath all those layers

Flying around in the air for patrol starts off as spying on you before gradually warming up to you and seeing you’re not going to betray him or the others

Ya'll, I'm bored and I rewatched astv

SO

DROP ONE (OR MORE) HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR ANY SPIDERVERSE CHARACTERS IN COMMENTS OR REBLOGS

Yes I like fictional characters a very normal amount. Don’t look at my blog.

charles x alive reader w a sprinkle of angst? established relationship pls? maybe the reader is going off to college (american reader) and like the reader is getting older but charles is not and maybe there’s a little sprinkle of fear with that? happy ending tho pls!! tysm i love ur writing!

tysm for the request !! hope i didnt keep you waiting too long and this is what you had in mind

charles / alive!reader - getting older and going to college

a/n: for the purposes of this fic reader is going to college early at around 17

wc: 1027

tags: gender neutral reader, alive reader, american reader

your fingers trembled as you moved the cursor to the email from the college you had applied to. standing above you, charles guided your hand, keeping it steady. "whatever happens, i love you, yeah?"

you huffed a laugh. "i know that, silly."

"just trying to reassure my awesome, genius [boy/girlfriend/partner]."

rolling your eyes, you clicked on the email. your gaze zeroed in on the word at the top, in big bold letters: CONGRATULATIONS.

"holy shit," you breathed. you stood up to look at charles incredulously.

"HOLY SHIT!" charles yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you excitedly. "i TOLD you!" he tugged you into a hug, jumping up and down. you pulled apart, only for him to kiss you and draw your bodies together again. you grinned into his lips.

"you." charles punctured his worlds with kisses to your cheek. "are. amazing."

you laughed at his antics. this was your dream college, and you would be happy about it. you wouldn't think about how, when you inevitably left, charles might not be there to cheer you on like he was right now.

no - what mattered was that he was here, and you were together in this moment, at least.

you kissed him again.

⌦ ---

edwin and crystal were on your right, and charles was on your left, rubbing circles into your hand. jenny had closed down her butcher shop for the night, because 'it's your birthday. it's a special occasion.' you had smiled then, and hugged her tight to show your gratitude.

the lights were dimmed, and niko's decor expertise meant fairy lights draped across every available surface, including the moose taxidermy head. she had also tied pink ribbons to its antlers.

jenny and niko emerged from the back room - jenny held a cake, lit with 17 candles. niko animatedly followed her. "jenny was scared i'd drop the cake," she informed everyone. "but i placed the candles - that's why they're in a heart! and i wrote the message in frosting."

"aww, they do make a heart," you said. "that's so cute."

jenny carefully put down the cake in front of you. you leaned forward and grinned at what niko wrote on it - 'WE LOVE YOU!!' in impeccable cursive, and then a small 'happy birthday' underneath it. niko hurried to stand next to charles, and jenny went to stand across from you all.

jenny pulled out her phone and held it up to record a video (even if ghosts couldn't show up on recordings). "sing happy birthday, guys!" she said.

everyone sang - even edwin. you smiled sincerely at all your friends, and mouthed a 'thank you' to jenny behind the camera.

"presents time!" niko squealed.

"ooh, me first," crystal said. she held out to you a box that had materialised from seemingly from nowhere. it was a simple brown, with a dark purple bow. you opened the box to find a novel you had been searching for for ages now - you were touched she remembered - and a soft sweater. you 'aww'ed' at her and gave her a hug.

edwin handed you a leather-bound notebook and a fancy pen - both of which were engraved with your name on it. "i happened to know a person who did custom engravements," he said simply, when you tried to thank him.

jenny gave you a pair of headphones from a brand you knew was not cheap. you gaped at her. "seriously?" you squealed.

"what? isn't it what teenagers like nowadays?"

you tackled her into a hug.

niko gifted you a very detailed drawing of you, her, crystal, edwin, and charles. "i wanted you to have a picture of all of us for when you go to college, but we can't exactly photograph the boys."

you smiled at her sincerely, even as something anxious twisted in your chest. charles was last to give you your present, and your forced smile barely concealed the sadness welling up inside you. from the pockets of his jacket, he pulled out a metal... contraption about the size of a phone.

"it's a music box kind of thing," he explained. "i got it at tragic mick's, and it's got all your favourite songs in it, plus a few others that reminded me of you."

you kissed him in lieu of a ‘thanks’, cradling the gift gently in your hands.

even with all the celebration and presents, though, you couldn't shake the underlying fear in you at the thought of getting older, and having to move on - move away - to other things.

⌦ ---

after cake and good-natured banter around the table, everyone returned to their rooms - crystal went to bed, but you could hear the soft sound of scooby doo and edwin's inquiring voice from niko's room. charles had followed you to yours, not that you were complaining.

"i know we still have a lot of time till i leave," you said immediately after you shut the door. "but i'm gonna miss you a lot."

"hey, listen," charles said, taking your face in his hands. "i promise, [name], that i will mirror travel to you no matter what, at least once a week. although we both know it'll be more than that, yeah? cause i could never be away from you for that long."

you laughed. "yeah."

"and that's why i'm giving this to you." charles reached into his pocket again, this time withdrawing a cloth satchet. "open it," he said as he placed it into your hands.

you complied, gasping in surprise as you found a gorgeously crafted pocket mirror.

"i'll mirror travel through it. it works - i've already tried." he said. "i know you're scared about what might happen, and i am too. but let's just take things day by day, yeah?" his hands moved from your face to your shoulders, then down your arms - you shivered at his gentle touch - eventually coming to intertwine your fingers.

"cause right now," he continued. "you're my [boy/girlfiend/partner] and i'll put in all the needed effort to keep it this way. that sound good?"

you laughed in relief, a huge weight having been lifted off your shoulders and a bit teary-eyed. "yeah. that sounds brills."