it's not WIP Wednesday but inspiration struck so i'm chucking this here and doing a runner.
a snippet of goddamn ghosts (the bbc ghosts au that i stuck on hiatus in march) under the cut:
tags/warnings: referenced relationship break up.
it’s midafternoon by the time you finish packing up. the sensible part of you says that you should probably stay the extra night in the flat, give everything a good vacuum and go over with a duster before you leave in the morning. the other part of you, the part that’s sick to the back teeth of being sensible and just wants to get on with the next part in your life without the ghost of your failed relationship hanging over you, urges you to say “fuck it” and head off to the manor house now. it’s a two hour drive at most according to google maps so there would still be enough daylight to get in, have a scout about for any ne'er do wells and set up for the night.
you’d nearly begrudgingly decided to stay one more miserable night when you catch sight of a photograph that must’ve missed one of the black bin bags you’d hefted out to the communal bins. it’s of you and your ex partner, their face turned to profile so they could lay a smacking wet kiss on your cheek. your eyes are squinted up in joy, mouth open in a wide smile. happy. you were happy together. the automatic affection curdles in your stomach and sours. not any more.
fuck it, you leave. you’re not that person anymore and neither are they.
two hours and seventeen minutes later your car chugs up a sweeping gravel driveway, the evening sunlight casting a hazy glow and making the yellow cotswold stone of the front of the building glow golden. tires crunch and gravel pops as you slow to a stop. it’s beautiful and a little intimidating. the jacobean frontage causing the breath to catch in your throat as you gaze up through the windscreen of your car. you feel a little shiver run down your spine as you look up at the dark windows on the upper floor. the house looks… anticipatory. it’s waiting, you think, but for what or who you’re not sure exactly.
there’s a flicker of movement in one of the windows. as soon as your brain acknowledges it, it dismisses it immediately. probably just a pigeon. or a curtain moving in a draught. you’re being silly. so used to looking at the movement of the road that you’re seeing things that aren’t there...
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more clone^2
snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--
Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--
All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton
Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--
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Snippet 22: clone meet clone
Ellie, dramatically: Danny!
Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!
Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!
Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!
Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything
Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]
Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?
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Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny
Ellie:...hey Danny
Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm
Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?
Danny:
Ellie:...its a fair question
Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.
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Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)
(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)
Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet
Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,
Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.
Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head
Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing
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Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)
Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:
Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--
Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*
Ember:
Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice
Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*
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Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)
Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing
Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees
Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?
Sam: probably
Danny: hm.
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Snippet 27: digging up cold case
Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....
Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)
Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along
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Snippet 28: sparring
Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting
Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.
Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.
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Snippet 29: daytime surprise
Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...
Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?
Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to
Phantom: *flips him off instead*
Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom
Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!
Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.
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Snippet 30: guilt
Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn
Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:
Damian: can i....
Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm
Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry
Danny: hm... I forgive you
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New tf2 AU time besties <3
Major gore warning for the story!! Seriously. It's kinda bad so keep reading with caution ⚠️
Cheavy realizes what he has done, and deems it pointless to keep having Medic around anyways. So to ensure the man dies he confiscates the medigun and leaves Medic to bleed to death. Which he does, very quickly and painfully.
Okay so basically, this is a barely thought out (as it often is) shitty little au where, early on during Medic's recruitment into the TFC team, Cheavy snaps after having to endure misdemeanor after misdemeanor from Medic, and rips his tongue out in a fit of rage for "talking too much".
Idrk what happens between Medic and the Devil, but what I got so far is that the Devil decides eternity in Hell isn't a suitable punishment for Medic. Instead he sends him out back to the mortal plane as a ghost, unable to interact with the people and the world in any way, cursed to watch his team move on without him and spend centuries isolated into a slow decent to further madness.
And then the TF2 comic events happens, and Medic finds out holy shit, he can interact with people, but only with his teammates and through possession. Turns out the time he spent dying and coming back to life in the Respawn machine with the others kinda fucked up the ghost logic and he found a loophole, yayy 🎉🎉🎉
He cannot speak as a ghost (because no tongue, duh) so he uses his teammates as his voice, and sometimes Archimedes, which is very horrifying to hear and see for everyone concerned <3
No blood version:
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In the BBC Ghosts fic, if it’s not super important to the plot, how did they all die? I’ve never seen the show, so not entirely sure what’s it about. But I’m guessing similar to The Ghost Whisperer.
Hi Tats! I'm gonna answer this publicly if that's okay (if not, I'll delete it ASAP)?
So, BBC Ghosts (henceforth known as Ghosts) is a supernatural(ish) sitcom where a couple inherit a rickety old manor house and its ghostly residents. There are hijinks, there is humour, there is a smidge of angst, but overall it's a really lovely show. I think there's a US version out there now, but I'm charmed by the BBC version. It was written by (and stars) most of the cast of Horrible Histories / Yonderland.
I've linked the trailer for season one here for you, which I'm aware tells you nothing, so here's another trailer for you.
For my AU, things have already differed just a little bit and I'll list the way Price and Johnny kick the bucket under the cut. Gaz and Simon are a little bit more delicate in nature so I wasn't sure if anyone would want to hear about their deaths right off the bat.
TW: Major character death (non-graphic), mentions of head injury (non-graphic) and mentions of a cardiovascular event (non-graphic).
Price, or as he's known in this AU, Captain Price, dies as a result of a massive heart attack. From my notes verbatim, "Massive bloody heart attack. All those rolled cigarettes, tumblers of scotch and periods of high adrenaline and cortisol were going to catch up with you at some point, sir! Captain Price is pretty pissed off about it as well. He served through a war, and it was a heart attack that got him?! What a rip-off!"
Johnny, bless him. Dies as a result of an unfortunately placed hoof to the head. Possibly the worst consequence of fooling around with your lover in a stable. Poor sod. Although, if you asked him, the worst consequence of dying suddenly was the fact that what you were wearing at the time is what you'll be stuck in for all eternity.
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