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rom-e-o · 4 months

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Liable To Fall - Chapter 1 (Scrooge/OC)(Post-Canon)

A nasty fall from a rickety footstool steals some of Ebenezer Scrooge's precious and recent memories. As his mortal self struggles to remember recent events, including his courtship and recent marriage, his Present conscious takes a ghostly form. With only the ghost of his former business partner privy to his misery, he is forced to watch the spectacle of his Past self attempt to readjust to his changed life.

A continuation of Begin Again.

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On an otherwise unsuspecting Thursday evening, the tranquility of the Scrooge manor was interrupted by a loud, bone-jostling crash. The disturbing resonance rattled the floorboards and accosted the walls, slithering through cracks and air vents with uncanny volume.

It was more than enough to startle the manor’s lady, Constance Albany DoGoode-Scrooge, out of her daydream. She’d been seated before a roaring fire in the home’s spacious second floor sitting room, reading her husband’s vintage copy of Robinson Crusoe by firelight while Prudence snored at her side.

“He told me it was for Men of desperate Fortunes on one Hand, or of aspiring, superior Fortunes on the other, who went abroad upon Adventures, to rise by Enterprize, and make themselves famous in Undertakings of a Nature out of the common Road; that these things were all either too far above me, or too far below me …” she read aloud, cheating glances at Prudence as she acted the different parts aloud. “Are you already snoozing?”

“Hmph!” the mastiff huffed, the dog's breath almost as warm as the firelight on her skin.

“Silly girl, we’ve just started!”

She rolled over and pawed at Constance's elbow, asking for pets. Uncle Harry gave the best belly rubs, but hers would have to do.

Obliging with a laugh, Constance continued to read, “… that mine was the middle State, or what might be called the upper Station of Low Life, which he had found by long Experience was the best State in the World, the most suited to human Happiness, not exposed to the Miseries and Hardships, the Labour and Sufferings of the mechanick Part of Mankind, and not embarass’d with the Pride, Luxury, Ambition and Envy of the upper Part of Mankind."

The dog’s large head had rested comfortably in the woman’s lap, her tongue occasionally lolling from between her fanged teeth to create a spot of drool on the woman’s nightgown. Even if Constance had noticed, she wouldn’t have cared.

“He told me, I might judge of the Happiness of this State, by this one thing—”

Then came the crash.

The strident sound screamed through the halls, interrupted the tranquility, and her narration. Upon hearing and feeling the reverberation of the impact in the floorboards, the woman and mastiff shared concerned looks.

“Ebenezer?” Constance called out in worry. She craned her neck in an attempt to peer past the doorway, as if her answer lay in the shadows of the dark corridors. “Is something wrong?”

No answer. “Magda? E-Errol?”

A flurry of footsteps sounded from another part of the house, but no tangible voice answered her call.

Was it possible that one of the Cratchits had stopped in for a visit? They were trusted friends and had keys to the home, but they always announced themselves, and rarely showed up past sunset. Harry and Hela were the same, and with a young daughter to take care of now, they

She was running out of people already, but the sound had to have come from somewhere. Unless … was someone else in the house? Had someone broken in?

Just as she stood to investigate, a distant yell reverberated from the house’s inner corridors.

“Constance, it’s Ebenezer!” Magda called out; her voice frayed with urgency. “H-He’s fallen in the study – come help me with him, please!”

Oh, no. No.

“Hurry!” the maid called again, more insistently this time.

Constance was up in a flash, abandoning everything in the sitting room and practically flying down the halls. In her haste she didn’t even reach for her candle, opting to leave it behind and feel her way through the familiar house. Guided only by instinct and traces of waning sunlight seeping through the cracked windows, she found her way without single delay or injury. The emerald-colored gown and golden dressing robe she wore billowed behind her as she ran through the home, skidding on the wooden floors on socked feet.

When she practically stumbled over the threshold of Ebenezer’s study, she saw her husband laying unresponsive on the floor amidst a scattering of books, with Magda gently fitting the cushion from his desk chair under his head. Cast off to the side was a toppled stepladder, one of the rungs snapped in half, laying crooked before one of the towering bookcases.

Constance was on her knees at his side immediately. She knew better than to move him too much, but it didn’t take a doctor to see that he was unconscious – but still quite pale.

Once Constance was at her side, Magda quickly deposited Ebenezer’s larger hand into hers for safekeeping. The older woman had been taken it up to check the pulse in his wrist for any beat.

“Stay with him,” the maid said, “I’ll send Errol to fetch us a doctor right away!”

Picking up her skirt and moving faster than a rabbit in a fox hunt, she was down the main stairs and through the main entryway in a heartbeat. She didn’t waste the extra second it took to latch the door behind her, opting instead to let it swing on its hinges in the twilit evening’s icy air. Prudence also sprinted in, borderline frantic at the sight of her beloved owner in distress.

As she sat beside Constance and surveyed the scene with terrified and understanding eyes, the woman held firm at her husband’s side. All her energy went into staying calm and trying to make sure she did not disturb him for fear of aggravating his condition any further.

To siphon out the manic energy building inside her with every passing second, she stroked the sides of his face lovingly, fingers shaking as if she was out in the blistering cold.

All the while, she repeated his name like a mantra.

“Ebenezer…”

Constance shook her head in denial of everything, her copper hair falling loose from its wrappings to flow around her shoulders. Powerless to do anything else, she stooped over and pressed her forehead to his, tears running in silver rivers down her freckled cheeks.

“Ebenezer.”

“Well, this is certainly a surprise, old boy.”

Ebenezer awoke with a start, awakening to the sensation of tingling numbness throughout his entire body. It felt like needles pricking his skin all over, and ice racing through his veins like rain through London’s sprawling gutters. Regardless of this, he was able to stand, limbs somehow lead-like in clunkiness yet also light as dust clouds in weight.

One glimpse at his appendages, and they looked … wrong. They were misty and diaphanous as light, not solid as they should have been.

The rush of dizziness he felt after standing on his legs was not nearly as distressing as the sight his eyes fell upon a moment later; his own body, lying resigned on the floor with Constance cradling him, curled upon him like the mourning angels that decorated large gravestones.

Terror snapped at his heart like the jaw of a rapid animal.

“I …. I am…”

“Dead? No, you are not,” the familiar, corporeal voice said. “If you were, you wouldn’t be tethered to this mortal realm like I am. I’d say the closest comparison is that you are … lucid dreaming.”

Ebenezer veered around again, fighting another wave of dizziness, to see the source of the voice. There, before him, seated in his desk chair was his former mentor. An icy specter dressed in rags, icicles protruding from his bruised, frost-bitten skin. His slate-colored hair and mustache fluttered about weightlessly, as if he was suspended in water.

Most notably, the golden obols on his hollowed eyes sparked a shade of vibrant gold, a stark contrast to the icy hues that fully encapsulated the rest of the man’s uncannily preserved body.

“Jacob Marley…” he muttered again, shock temporarily absorbing his terror. “W-Wait. H-How is the possible? H-How are we…?”

He chanced another look down at his hands and noticed that the indentations of the walnut floor were visible through what should have been a solid layer of flesh. Barely holding back panic, he fell to his knees and scrambled to Constance’s side. He reached out to grasp her shoulders, but his hands slipped through her. Blinking, he retracted his hands from her, then more gently, teased his fingertips along her spine.

His fingers slipped right through the back of her robe. There was not a trace of the usual warmth he felt emanating from her, nor any indication that she was even there. It was as if they existed on two different planes of existence.

As if sensing the next question on his friend’s tongue, Jacob chuckled forlornly. “Relax. It’s quite normal, my boy. It took me seven years to talk to you, remember?”

“Yes, but you were dead!” he reminded him, pointing an accusing finger at the spirit. “Jacob, you … you are dead. That why you came to me that Christmas Eve night. Y-You spoke to me then.”

The ghost inclined its head. “I did, and I can see that the conversation paid quite bountiful dividends.”

His ghostly gaze flicked to the worried, copper-haired woman cradling Scrooge’s body unresponsive form. The ghost rose from the chair then, levitating mere inches off the ground as the chains and lockboxes continued to anchor him to the mortal plane and delay his ascension.

“You are a changed man,” Jacob murmured, his voice softer than Scrooge could ever remember hearing it, “I could not be prouder, nor more relieved, for you. You heeded my words …”

His gaze softened at his partner’s kind words. They breached his hardened heart “Jacob.”

“Finally!” the ghost said, throwing his hands up dramatically. “You were too bloody stubborn to listen to most of my advice in life! Now, almost a full decade after I breathed my last and had to literally haunt your dreams for attention, you finally get your act together. Bah! Well, better late than never, I suppose.”

“What?” Scrooge snapped back, close to shaking a finger in the spirit’s face. “Now, look here Jacob—”

Interrupted by the study door slamming open, Scrooge veered his head to see Magda and Errol rushing in, both flanking a physician carrying a rather large leather case.

Constance was forced to move away as the physician examined her husband, wanting the man to have all the space he needed to spread out and examine the man she loved. Unable to sit still, she stood and began to pace about the room frantically, only for Magda to catch her and pull her into a tight embrace. Scrooge’s heart shattered as he watched his wife fold immediately, wrapping the older woman in an embrace that could put the squeeze of a python to shame.

By reflex, he attempted to reach out … only for his hand to fall right through her shoulders, over her heart, and exit her lower back.

His breath began to come in quick, frantic gasps. “Y-You say I’m not deceased, but…”

“You above all others should know that I am always right, Ebenezer,” Jacob assured. “Did I not speak the truth about the Three Spirits that night?”

“Y-Yes, but—”

“Then cease your blabbering and listen. Oh, and don’t worry, you can still sit down. If you’d like.”

Ebenezer was in no mood to act playful (or cheeky, for that matter) with the ghost of his dead business partner. The occasion was strange enough in its own right without the horrible addition of watching a physician inspect his body mere feet away from him. Oh, and the horribly distressing sound of Constance crying. It was hard enough to focus without having his nerves shredded to ruins by the sound of her sobs.

Too tired and confused to argue further, he slinked over to his desk chair, where he’d been sitting just a few minutes prior when he’d decided to mount the old stepladder for a top-shelf book and sank into the seat. He felt nothing, but he was … sitting.

“Please, speak some comfort to me,” Ebenezer begged his friend. “Please.”

“This time, I can oblige you,” Jacob said, much to the other man’s palpable relief. “You are alive, but just a step beyond unconsciousness. You see, when you awaken, a part of you will not be intact.”

“A part of me?” he parroted. His hands patted at his ghostly body. “A-Am I injured?”

“Not physically. Some of your memories will be gone. Recent memories.”

The man’s stomach dropped. “H-How recent?”

“You should have a misty recollection of your entire life, even in this form, but the memories that are crystal clear to you will be the ones that that your physical brain has forgotten. Those memories are manifested by you.”

His lack of understanding must have made him look truly pitiful, because Jacob reached out to lay a long-fingered hand on his shoulder. “What is the last vivid memory you have, my boy?”

Ebenezer shut his eyes and forced himself to think back. Everything from the past month was clear. He easily recalled accompanying Bob and Ethel to Tim’s monthly physician appointment to check on the condition of his leg. Another memory from a few days ago of Prudence nearly knocking over an entire cabinet of glass collectibles in an antique store came to mind as well. Somehow, he and Constance had caught every piece before anything had smashed onto the ground, though they’d had to work themselves into quite the tangle to accomplish it.

His mind continued to drift. A few months prior, he remembered Constance and him getting married in a semi-private ceremony at his home. Every detail came to him easily, as if the whole ceremony had happened mere minutes before. He recalled the radiance of her gold-accented gown, the feeling of kissing her as he cried tears of joy, and the taste of their vanilla wedding cake somehow even sweeter when tasted off her lips. Later that night, he remembered experiencing a new, and very physical, level of joy between the sheets with her. He’d later awakened to her nude form curled beside him, her glorious smile curving against the slope of his bare chest. Maker, her smile. He could never forget it. Could he?

No.

Ebenezer’s mind raced as he retraced the steps of their relationship. He recalled dates as if they’d happened yesterday. The picnic in the countryside where he’d proposed was vivid as a painting in his mind. Her excited ‘Yes!’ rang through his mind with the musicality, and perhaps the foreboding knell, of a bell.

“Do you…remember meeting your wife at all, old boy?” he asked. “That first day, when the butcher the street over invited her out of the cold?”

“Of course, I do, I—" he snapped, before the implication hit him. “No. Oh, no. Jacob, please.”

When Ebenezer first stirred under the physician’s careful touch, Constance snapped out of her daze almost instantly. She flew to his side again, on her knees as he slowly worked to push himself upright.

“Easy now,” the physician said, one hand flattening against the man’s back as he helped usher him upright. “Nice and slow, Mr. Scrooge.”

“Augh, my head …” he groaned, his body folding up with agonizing slowness. Once mostly upright, his head almost instantly fell into his palm, a grimace slicing his face like a wound.

“Are you dizzy?” the doctor asked in concern.

“A bit, yes,” he croaked.

“That’s normal. Just take a moment to rally yourself.”

A few tense seconds passed before he dared to lift his head again. When he gathered the willpower to do so, he blinked slowly as he eyes adjusted to the light of the room. As he registered the wreath of spectators around the room, he let out an uneasy chuckle. “M-My, what an audience.”

Prudence padded over to her beloved papa, nosing at his arm and whimpering. The man turned to her and scratched under her jaw, making sire to pay extra attention to the spot right under her collar he knew she liked. As predicted, her tail began thumping the floor almost instantly, and with enough force to practically knock the pictures off the wall.

Constance, tearing up from relief and joy, leaned forward to embrace him. “Oh, Ebenezer! I’m so relieved you’re okay!”

The man allowed the redhead to lean into him, but visibly tensed as she wrapped her arms around him. Constance noticed this, and reeled away immediately, fearing she’d hurt him. “I-I’m sorry! That was too much, wasn’t it? Oh, I’m so sorry. I-I was just relieved to see that you woke up.”

“I-I…” Ebenezer stuttered, staring at the woman with wide eyes. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Whatever for?”

“Probably for being a bloody fool and using that old stepladder alone,” Magda chimed in, overturning her fist to gently knock on the top of his head. “You stubborn codger. I told you to toss that old thing in the trash. Would make nice kindling, too!”

While Magda laughed amicably at her jest (as did Errol, the ever-faithful husband he was), Ebenezer still stared back at Constance with troubled eyes. There was something searching in his gaze, his pupils darting from one feature of hers to another. After studying her face, he shifted his attention to her clothes, her hair … before eventually landing back on her Atlantic-colored eyes.

“Um, miss, please pardon me,” he started slowly, “Um, perhaps that fall was severe after all.”

Constance cocked her head. Miss? He hadn’t called her that in…well, since they’d first met.

The woman reached out in an attempt to comfort him, but saw him shift away. She did the same, apologizing again under her breath.

“I’m so dreadfully sorry, but … do we know each other?” Ebenezer asked, obviously realizing the question was a painful one to impose on her.

When her face faltered, collapsing from relief into shock, he added sheepishly:

“I-I don’t believe I know who you are.”

If anyone else in the chamber could hear the otherworldly wail that left Ebenezer's spirit, it did not show on their faces.

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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DPxDC Prompt Masterlist #601-650

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urlocalbowserfangirl · 16 days

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Sydney Lee Miller | PMATGA | REDESIGNED

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Bio

Full name: Sydney Lee Miller

Other Names: Syd, Syðn3ÿ (Gamer tag), Sydney-San (Her fans), Sydney-Winnie (By her mother and Betrayus), Cherry Head (By Skeebo)

Age: 14

Height: 3 foot 5 inches tall (Same height as Pac and Cyli)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Disability: Autistim, ADHD

Horoscope: Sagittarius

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Active

Species: Pac-Person/Pac-Walker (Formerly), Ghost

Occupation: Student, Future queen of the Netherworld (Formerly), Team member of Pac-Man, Cheerleader captain of Maze High, Pac-Toyko idol

Alignment: Neutral

Skills/Weapons/Abilities: Plasma Sucking Cannon, Martial arts, Pac-Hammer, High Intelligence, Dancing Skills, Gadgets, Singing Skills, Technology expertise, Fourth Wall Awareness, Pac-Wolf transformation, Possession skills, (Only when she's a ghost), Musical Talent, Singing

Vehicles: Motorcycle, Hover Board

Goals: Protect Pac-World from Betrayus and his ghost army (Formerly), Rule Pac-World with Betrayus (Formerly)

Home: Pac-World, PacTokyo, Netherworld (Fomerly)

Hobbies: Dancing, Gaming, Singing, Drawing, ETC

Appearance: Sydney is a red Pac-Worlder with Black hair with red tips on her hair. She wears a Gir hat that her older sister gave her on her 6th birthday, red eyes, red and grey arm warmers, Kandi bracelets, spike bracelet, pyramid stud cuff, black nail polish, black and red fluffy leg warmers, and black heeled boots. Syd carries around her designed Gir purse. When she was a ghost, Sydney has a red ectoplasmic body with sky blue highlights, long hair with texture hair, large eyes with sky blue pupils, red irises, black eyelashes, black lipstick, and a hairclip.

Personality: Sydney is an intelligent, upbeat, serious, flirty, shy, sarcastic, girly, beautiful, kind, tomboyish, joyful, clever, cute, kind, friendly, funny, strong-willed, tough, pleasant, brave, independent, heroic, short-tempered (sometimes), spoiled (sometimes), responsible, athletic, average, highly eccentric, and attractive girl. When she's excited or grossed out, she switches to her Japanese language. She has also been known to be a bit stubborn. Despite this, she is also courageous and able to fight. Although she calls Betrayus by his name when he is not around, she calls him "Betty" or Bets (like a nickname) when he's present. When she gets mad, she can be over-protective, jealous and possessive sometimes.

Voice actor: Jessica DiCicco, Fairouz Ai and Sakkiko (Japanese dub), and Colleen O'Shaughnessy (Pac-Man And The Ghostly Adventures (2013) and Pac-Man and The Ghostly Adventures 2 (2014) video game)

Family: Radian Miller (father), Pazma Miller (mother), Grandma Miller (grandmother), Granpa Mille (Grandfather), Uncle Cubois (uncle), Aunt Triangularina (aunt)

Siblings: Mayumi Miller (older sister), Quinn Miller (younger sister), Kenzo Miller (baby brother)

Relatives: Daniella (future younger daughter), Blinky (future oldest son), Pinky (future older daughter), Inky (future older son), Clyde (future younger son), Elliptica (Future niece), Wendy (Future niece), Pearl (Future niece)

Romantic interests: Lord Betrayus, Cylindria

Pets: Miko (Fire mouse), Fluffy (Biological pet)

Friends: Pac-Man, Spiral, Elliptica, Sherry, Sir C, Spheria Suprema, President Spheros, Fluffy, Fuzbits, Grinder, Blinky, Inky, Pinky, Clyde, Dr. Buttocks, Butt-ler, Fluffy, and Tip (Frenemy)

Enemies: Skeebo (Rival), Specter, Apex, Cap'n Banshee, Madame Ghoulasha, Count Pacula, Mummy Wizard, Jean, Danny Vainglory, Obtuse, Eeghost, Dr. Pacenstein, Master Goo, The Pacinator, and King Spooky

Likes: Ghosts, Bacon, Animals, Wolves, Scenecore songs, Hot Topic, Music, Helping others, Video Games, Death Metal, Kandi bracelets, Fashion, Ice Cream, Pocky, Cake pops, Painting, Pizza, Going on secret dates with Betrayus or Cyli, Donuts, Popsicles, Mochi ice cream, Animes, The Netherworld, Chocolate, Mint, Brownies, Pac-It-In Burgers, Ogle's Infamous Slug-Dogs And Roach Burgers, Puppies, Nether monsters, Lolipops, Monster Energy, Boba Tea, Caprisun, Trixs, Mother Mother, Skelanimals, 2000s, Weebcore, Scenecore, Candy, Reese's Pieces, Internetcore, Horror Movies, Hot Topic, Her fans adoring her, seducing Pac-Worlders, Foxes, Stealing the repository and Tree Of Life with Betrayus (Formerly), Spending time with Cyli, Romance Hanging out with the Ghost Gang, skateboarding, surfing, hover board, baseball, ice hockey, visiting her grandma, ice skating, basketball, soccer, swimming, her friends and family, justice, pranks, humiliating/teasing Skeebo with Betrayus' ghosts (Formerly), Being famous, Getting what she wants, ETC.

Dislikes: Betrayal, Liars, Making fun of, Thieves, (When Skeebo tried to steal her power berries.) , Getting kidnapped (As she had once kidnapped by Betrayus or Dr. Buttocks in a few episodes.), Being seen as a damsel in distress, Being grounded from her electronics, Her friends and family in danger, Cheaters, King Spooky hurting Betrayus, Skeebo annoying her, bullies, snobbishness, unfairness, being humiliated, ETC.

Quote: "Live from PacTokyo and Pacopolis, it's your girl! You know her, you love her! Sydney Lee Miller! -Sydney's first line in the TV series of season 3

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Trivia

● Like Pac, her parents mysteriously disappeared after The Great Pac-World War. She was too young to remember them.

● Her friend Spiral said that she’s stubborn like her mother.

● Sydney calls Cyli and Betrayus "Koibito," which means "Sweetheart" in Japanese.

● She met Betrayus during Halloween night, when she was 6 years old.

● Sydney was based on Marcline, Sticks The Badger, Princess Daisy, Ms. Chalice, and Nagisa (PreCure).

● She is the fifty-ninth Pac-Man female to be the protagonist villain of the show, the first being Mr. Wolf in the DreamWorks film of The Bad Guys.

● Her English and Japanese voice actress, Jessica DiCicco and Fairouz Ai, is best known for voicing Selina on Winx Club and Manatsu Natsuumi (Cure Summer) on Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure. And in the game, she has the same voice actor Colleen O'Shaughnessy who plays Tails The Fox, Charmy The Bee, Bonnun, Yellow Hemka, Red Hemka, Little Dreamer, Kelsey (Akane Hino), Zooey, Belinda, Karen McCormick, and Jazz Fenton.

● Sydney also lives in PacTokyo with Elliptica before moving out of PacTokyo with her mother, two sisters, and younger brother.

● Syd knows the location of the repository and Tree Of Life except all of the other ghosts in the Netherworld, including Betrayus, Dr. Buttocks, or Butt-ler.

● As for Syd, she has a big appetite like Pac when she's alive. But she's a ghost, she eats Slugs, Slug Dogs, Fried Slugs, Roach Burgers, Maggotroni & Cheese, Weevil Waffles, and Sludge Stew. Proving that she both like the Pac-World side and the Nether side.

● Sydney could sing better than Skeebo in Pacopolis, which could attract all of her fanboys and fangirls.

● Sydney was abused by Betrayus after she and him broke up during the Pac-World War. Her hair was red gradient before he made her a Pac-Walker AKA a Pac-Wolf. She really has to hide that identity from Pac or Cyli.

● She met Betrayus during Halloween night, when she was 6 years old.

● During the few episodes, Sydney has her own berry dispenser which resembles to Cylindria’s.

● Sydney can play the guitar, and quite decently so. She was taught by her older sister.

● She also can turn into an aqua ghost in "PacLantis".

● She can learn how to fix gadgets after Sir C taught her before the war when she was 11.

● As a Pac-Worlder like her, she can survive the Netherworld toxic air than other Pac-People.

● Sydney can spit and throw red slime and leave ectoplasm trails like any other ghost can. Even hide any Pac-Worlders under her like Pinky does to Cyli in "Stand by your Pac-Man".

● Sydney has the standard abilities common to all Ghosts, such as flight, intangibility and possession. As she is already dead, she is incapable of being defeated if her ghostly form is eaten, and she will simply form a new one in a regeneration chamber.

● Like all other ghosts, Sydney is able to phase through surfaces such as walls since Betrayus trained her.

● She was defeated along with Betrayus and his troops before their psychical were stripped.

● President Spheros gave Sydney a chance at getting her body back in "No body knows".

● In "Rip Van Packle", Sydney has married Betrayus as a ghost and became queen. Even though, they had a child named Daniella.

● She knows Pac-Fu.

● While somewhat of an antagonist to Pac-Man, Sydney is not really "evil".

● During the Pac-War, she became Betrayus' guard dog when she's in her wolf form.

● Sydney is portrayed by Verosika Mayday and Beelzebub in Helluva Boss, which they can sing.

● She can deal with Skeebo by using her wolf powers and threatening him.

● She has a crush on Cyli. In a few episodes, she flirts with her a lot.

● Sydney's family was killed by Spooky when she was raised by her older sister, Mayumi along with her younger siblings Quinn and Kenzo. ● Sydney somewhat shares similarities with Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss which Sydney plays the role of an famous teenage popstar. ●In "Rip Van Packle", the Japanese version of Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures, Queen Sydney's voice was Sakiko Uran who voices Poisonny from Futari Wa PreCure which would make her sound like an adult women.

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#pmatga #pac man #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pacman oc #pacman sona #sydney lee miller #my art <3 #self insert

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 11 months

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Wishes

@jiaoji

🌲 🧧🩸 (tree, red envelope, blood) I prefer canon era but any other could fit too. Something fluff and adventure, maybe also funny and stablished relationship.

It's nowhere near the New Year, but Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are desperately looking for three hóngbāo, the red envelopes for good luck and prosperity typically gifted to children, with money and well wishes inside.

You may think it to be for some frivolous reason, like a bet or a dare (not that they've never done that, Lan Wangji nearly shaved his uncle's beard himself for one such dare), but this time, it is actually for a serious reason: putting a child spirit to rest.

You see, when our two protagonists were passing through this one forest, they became tired of walking and decided to stop in a little clearing to fu- rest. So, as they were vigorously... resting... against a tree, Lan Wangji's eyes caught onto a patch of blood nearby that seemed to dissipate into thin air seconds after it had been noticed.

That was definitely unusual, so the resting had to be cut short in order to investigate. A session of Inquiry later, they learned the story of a little, homeless girl who had been murdered one night during New Year's celebrations, and her dying wish, unfulfilled and keeping her trapped, was to receive one red envelope.

So, cut two our Hanguang-Jun and Wei Wuxian asking around every shop if they had any red envelopes left from the celebrations last year - and expectedly, they've not been lucky. It is, after all, the middle of summer.

"Lan Zhan, you know how we also received red envelopes at our wedding?" Wei Wuxian suddenly says, after yet another unsuccessful store run. "What if we could find out if anyone around is getting married?"

"Mn. I have heard talk of the daughter of a local governor marrying today."

"Great! Let's go crash a wedding!"

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Understandably, all the guests and even the newlyweds swarmed towards their unexpected visitors - after all, it is not usual for two of the cultivation world's best and most famous figures to show up at your wedding!

"We've come here with a request." Lan Wangji says, "We need a red envelope in order to fulfill a spirit's wish."

"You guys seem to have a lot of friends and relatives around, you sure have one to spare for our cause, right?"

The bride nods, excitedly, and directs the two towards a little table teeming with gifts, red envelopes among them.

"Please, pick whichever you like. We are so honored to help!"

Lan Wangji moves to pick one and bows as thanks. The groom hands both him and Wei Wuxian two jars of wine, "I know you guys said you have work to do, but when you're done, perhaps drop by? We'd love to have you celebrating with us!"

"You got it! It's been forever since we've been to a party!" Wei Wuxian says, and drags his husband out to finish what they've got to do faster.

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"A-Yue." Wei Wuxian calls out, and seconds later, a child spirit materializes out of thin air, sat in a pool of her blood. "I have something for you."

In the background, Lan Wangji has started to play Rest, the song filling the air with serene, calm notes.

A-Yue's face breaks into an excited smile. "Really? What is it?"

Wei Wuxian shows her the red envelope, and her ghostly eyes shine with happiness. "Really? For me?"

"Yep! Take it!"

The little girl jumps on the spot, nearly vibrating with joy, before leaning into a deep bow and grasping the gift with both of her hands. The pool of blood at her feet has disappeared.

"Thank you so much, mister! Happy New Year!"

The spirit slowly dissipates into glimmering fragments of soul, a smiling face the last image of her. Wei Wuxian takes in a deep breath, wiping the few stray tears that have wet his cheeks before turning towards his husband.

"Come on, we have a wedding to attend!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #i hope i wasnt too culturally inaccurate in this one #i did some research but still #anyway hope you like it <3

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justahimbo · 1 month

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GUYS NIECE IS LEARNING LETTERS

#shes learning A!!#A is for #AWWWEEEE #and #apple 🍎#the adventures of uncle ghostly #btw the rat collective is still me #pk was just feelin silly ig

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titles-for-tangents · 2 years

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I’m seeing plenty of excellent posts on tumblr addressing how infuriating the Warner Brothers Discover merger is, but my dashboard’s circle of influences has yet to produce for me a more comprehensive sequence of events or list of shows being taken down, so IMMA START

According to Polygon, here is a complete list of the nearly 40 shows HBO Max has taken down:

12 Dates of Christmas

About Last Night

Aquaman: King of Atlantis

Close Enough

Detention Adventure

Dodo

Ellen’s Next Great Designer

Elliott From Earth

Esme & Roy

The Fungies!

Generation Hustle

Generation

Infinity Train

Little Ellen

Mao Mao, Heroes of Pure Heart

Messy Goes to Okido

Mia’s Magic Playground

Mighty Magiswords

My Dinner with Herve

My Mom, Your Dad

Odo

OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

The Ollie & Moon Show

Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures

Ravi Patel’s Pursuit of Happiness

Select Sesame Street specials

Make It Big, Make It Small

Squish

Summer Camp Island

The Not-Too-Late Show With Elmo

The Runaway Bunny (special)

Theodosia

Tig n’ Seek

Uncle Grandpa

Victor and Valentino

Yabba Dabba Dinosaurs

HBO Max has also removed about 200 episodes of Sesame Street; I am presuming those certain specials mentioned up above are included. A certain Batgirl movie that would’ve brought back Michael Keaton also got canned.

This is all because Warner Brothers Discovery wants to merge HBO Max and Discovery+ into a single streaming service in order to compete with the likes of Disney and Netflix. Over the course of the next ten+ years they hope to have a base of about 130 million subscribers. It’s also worth noting that, according to The Washington Post, “Warner Bros. Discovery was formed in April, when AT&T’s WarnerMedia unit and Discovery completed their merger, and started with some $55 billion in debt.”

I had yet to see any tumblr posts talking about what Warner Brothers Discovery really plans to do with these programs, and frustratingly it’s unclear at this time how many, if any, of them will make it onto the new streaming platform. (And to be fair, from what I’ve perceived this whole hot mess has been happening on such a rapid timescale it’s been hard to pivot before the rug gets ripped out from underneath us again.) Warner Brothers Discovery through HBO Max would’ve had to keep paying residuals to the creators of these shows, so locking the shows in financial limbo looks a hell of a lot like a massive tax write-off. They’re cutting their losses as much as they can now in order to compete as an even bigger monopoly, but their best bet to pay off their $55 million debt is really to include all the shows onto the platform and let the debt and residuals pay for themselves via the subscription service. And even then, let’s be clear, Sesame Street should be free.

This, I imagine too, is a developing story and we’re bound to hear about some more fuckery in the near future.

#this is not to restate the obvious #I saw a lot of grade A discussions but little journalism you know?#speaking of preserving history #hbo max #cartoon network #warner bros merger #current events #cartoons #polygon #the washington post #this wasn’t even on my apple news feed; I had to hunt for it #thankfully not for long but still

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bygonescaspercomic · 3 months

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Bygones: Casper The Friendly Ghost Fan Comic

(Bygones is a fan made creative project and claims no ownership of the properties portrayed)

Bygones Cover

Page 14 - Previous

Page 15 -You Are Here

Page 16 - Next

~Spooki 🖤

#casper the friendly ghost #casper the ghost #casper mcfadden #fan comic #friendly ghost #ghost adventures #ghostly trio #ghosts #casper #ghost stories #fatso stretch stinkie #stretch mcfadden #stretch #uncle stretch #casper the friendly ghost comic #caper 1995 #casper 1995 #the ghostly trio #casper bygones

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uwoninternet · 7 months

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Can't a ghost have some peace?

...and mora wouldn't be bad either...

Soooooo...guys, granny was occupied with her exams this week and my freak out time also took some time off of my schedule, this mean: to the people who is somewhat interested in the lyneyxreader "I'm not nuts, okay?!", most of the second chapter is in the work, but its still not complete. That work will probably only be 3 chapters long.

Anyway, no one cares about this old granny that doesn't know how to work the internet quites right yet, lets just focus in my new brainrot!

Guys, do you remember Hu tao's quest?? The ghost boy and Hu tao's insistence in helping the passing, *cof**cof* such as chasing Qiqi *cof**cof*

So, you, my sweet summer child, reader, is a ghost!

The afterlife isn't that exciting, you dare say, you die and you keep having the same apparence, same place, same everything, EVEN same job! C'mon! You thought death was supposed to be about resting!

But nooooo!

You literally die from working way too much in the family hotel, get a silent funeral where your crazy uncle buries your old shell in the garden just for your soul to be unnerved enough by It to make you return. Seriously, you just wanted something a little more beautiful than just freaking dirt to lay for eternity, but still, he justifies that your body was meant to bring the earth back to it's glorious days with blooming flowers.

Anyway, with no more employees other than your deceased self and your employer, uncle Yan, running the place was simply a mess, alone in the path between Liyue to Sumeru with just travelers to keep human company for you two. You always thought this Bull crap of only employing family was dumb, the only thing keeping...that kept you, when alive, was the heck of a guilt trip your parents forced down your throat, hypocrites! Both of them, leaving you here while going on to explore Teyvat. "Adventurous hearts", They said, couldn't keep them locked down, but your poor uncle! How would he keep your great great great parents bussiness running If he was alone?!

Your uncle was fine, the second you reappeared in a ghostly form trying to get him scared enough to change your burial ground he simply sipped his tea, said you should change and eat your supper before before It gets cold, after that, to hurry to bed because, as he put It, "the early worm gets be safe from the bird". And there! Back to work.

It took you some time, but slowly you learnt how to keep your shape stable and still be able to interact with solid objects, even If everything was the same, being a completelly new being without a solid form to keep your soul grounded and in its shape was hard! Many doesn't know, but the soul is like a mollusc seeking for a home, its composition being maleable in such a way It shapes itself to the body that houses it, but, after losing its recipient, time also eats away the form It was holding previuosly and learning how to still be...you took you some valuable time.

Anyhow, everything happened, let bygone be bygones, hada hada hada, you wake to the rising sun, work and...stare in space or wander around the place as the sun set, till the Sun wakes to greet you once again. Though the 'not needing sleep' thing let you pick up and try multiple hobbies, flowers were finally blooming in the garden with the help of your ghostly hands and the books about gardening your uncle buys from some merchands that pass by, you perfected your abilities with bakering and started to try new recipes the casual guest speaks about here and there, you are trying to learn your uncle's way with tales but still, It seems theater is not in your genes. That dramatic man probably took ALL of It from the whole family in the gene pool.

So see, you are a pretty laid back and chill ghost, is almost as If you never died in the first place, so can that freaking child leave you alone?! Brunette, teenager, obsessed with passing, keep giving the guests creepy advices and trying to tie you up to force you to go be burried. You feel like you became way to good with the impression of a kind of solid body.

"Don't be to hasle, director, If they get too upset we will have another burnt day." - uncle's playful voice reaches your ears.

Multiple groans follows after, together with Yan's resounding laughter. Before...

"What's a burnt day?" - a child like voice echos in your ears, you bet this little pal didn't wish to sound like they are screeching, still...

"It's when the director pisses the lad so much, They burn each and every meal They make! Please! I will only stay for a week, i can't keep eating just burnt food, miss!" - pleads one of your guests.

"They need to find rest! Thats the cycle of li-", the annoying teen is cut off by a higher screech of the kid.

"THEY BURN ALL OF THEM?! THAT'S SUCH A WASTE!!"

Taking that as enough of a warning about the incoming usual ping pong discussion of 'let me bury you' and ' no's' you share with the brunette, you sneak away to the garden....what?

You hide away, walking to the farthest that is still inside the premises of the hotel so you won't listen to the girl's resoning once again in repeat, a place distant enough so your form will flicker and leave you looking like a shadow, but not enough to force It back to your resting body. It always gives you whiplash.

You sit by a tree, gazing the distance, head empty or so you wish to be, the pounding in It is so unfair, you don't even have a real head! And yet, your confusing feelings are quite too much for a soul to remember how to induce a headache.

Your irritation with the endless motivational talks about resting peacefully in death, with not being able to get there, with your uncle's calmness with this infernal situation, with your parents who left you and don't even know their guilt trip lead you to your demise, with your stupid broken self preservation and, on the other hand, after all the rage passes, you can only feel numb and frustrated. You sigh, trying to let all out in an exale of air, leave all the feelings in the place that haunts your spirit. Kinda of ironic If you do say so.

You look towards your burial ground, at least is as beautiful as you once...is that....is that blond girl...no, no, everyone gets warned about not...SHE FREAKING IS! SHE'S FREAKING TAKING YOUR FLOWERS! YOUR GODDAMNED BODY FLOWERS!

"HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" - You almost fall with how fast you jump up and run towards her, How dare she?! Your soul can't rest and now even your rotting shell has to be disturbed?! Nuh huh!

"You...you can interact with me? Is...this a cutscene?" - she whisper to herself.

You don't even get to have a sad, poetic moment for 5 minutes and now what? Is SHE confused about being a ghost?

"OF COURSE I CAN! LEAVE MY FLOWERS ALONE!"

"But...but i need to Farm...."

"...What?"

"I-i mean-", she coughs lightly as if she was simply trying to win some time to remember what she was saying, "-how...Hello, my name is Lumine.", she puts her hands in her waist, posing as a hero.

"....and?"

She looks at you like you were the weird one, "alright,see you later", she smiles and turn to continue picking the flowers, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR STUNNED FACE! How can someone be so shamelles?!

"See you now, miss!", you step on her scarf, her beautiful, glowing scarf! If she wasn't picking your body eating flowers you would be on your knees pleading for forgiveness for dirting such gorgeous thing. She gags as her troath is struck by the scarf. "Don't pick on my body!"

She turns, annoyed, "Look who is talking?!"

"don't come with that on me! I'm not the one that's literally taking someone else's death tribute!"

"Who's death are you talking?!"

"Me! You are stepping in my FREAKING body! Taking my flowers! That i myself had to give for me!"

"wait, what?"

"i get It, no one fucking cares about my end other then what i should do now that i passed! But guess what?! I'm tired of working and working and working just to waste away, for what?! just want to rest in a beautiful place, ok?! Don't i deserve to pretend that someone cares for me at least?!", you huff, even without a troath you feel a horrible pain in your vocal chords, "i just.... can't i have some semblance of...being important?"

She looked, truly looked at you, not as just some nobody trying to catch her attention. Blank face, still her eyes held an understanding you haven't seen in a long while, she gently placed the flowers in her hands back. "You are the ghost."

"...If you try and spill that Bull crap about peace and leaving this earth, then pack it, i don't wanna hear It."

"you can't leave", she says as If realising a big secret.

You look at her, sighing before sitting beside It.

She is hesitant before sitting by you, looking at the flowers. "... that's How you died?"

"Working to the bone? Yeah, and look where It got me...."

"fighting a girl about flowers?" - she jests, almost silent.

You huff a laughter, "yeah, i guess."

You two share the silent for some time and thats How your friendship with Lumine starts. Maybe, afterlife can be exciting after all.

Thats It!

Guys, i simply LOVE the twins, i'm simply in love with them both! Lumine is such a princess and Aether is such a cutie!

Anyway, granny is a little bland i think, hehehe.

Geishin fanfic lovers, If you reach this point, know my little secret...

Granny loves y'all!!!

Drink water and don't forget to eat, lets forever share the brainrots together ;)

#geishin impact x reader #geishin impact Lumine x reader #geishin impact platonic #ghost reader #Lumine x reader #geishin angst

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