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I need more Ghostwriter fanfiction in my life, there is not enough! He’s such an interesting character and so not used enough.
Jon Kent's imaginary friend.
Ghostwriter was in Smallville for a book signing that one of his favourite (currently alive) authors was at.
So of course he had to be there, he even had a human disguise and everything. He even told Phantom he was going on a mini vacation so that the Halfa wouldn't spoil his fun.
And fun he had.
He met his author and an another up and coming writer who was just starting out but had so much potential.
He now had five books that had just hit the shelves to add to his library.
It was a good day.
When he was about to leave the town he stumbled across a young child attempting to fly on their own.
Very badly.
At first he was confused.
Was this a newly formed ghost? If so, wouldn't the surrounding ghosts help them find their feet?
But the child didn't feel like any of his kind.
Another Halfa perhaps? No, the Ghost Zone would immediately know if another half-ghost popped into existence and they didn't feel the odd way Phantom did.
He had heard that some of the living had the ability to fly without dying first.
But where were the child's parents? Shouldn't they be supervising and assisting their first flight?
Ghostwriter winced as the child hit the ground for the eleventh time.
Surely it wouldn't hurt if he were to give some advice? Invisible of course, Phantom would be displeased if he brought outside attention to their own small town.
And with that, Ghostwriter spent his afternoon teaching a young boy how to fly safely (which was harder than normal considering the child couldn't phase through any dangerous obstacles)
At least until the boy's parents picked him up.
Ghostwriter may have also promised to visit the next day.
Clark and Louis thought that Jon having an imaginary friend was cute.
It was a little weird that the imaginary friend picked apart every piece of writing in the house, but Jon was the son of journalists so he was bound to opinions about literature.
It wasn't til Jon said "Ghosty said that dying hurts and that I shouldn't do it for a long time." That they started getting worried.
Jon Kent's imaginary friend.
Ghostwriter was in Smallville for a book signing that one of his favourite (currently alive) authors was at.
So of course he had to be there, he even had a human disguise and everything. He even told Phantom he was going on a mini vacation so that the Halfa wouldn't spoil his fun.
And fun he had.
He met his author and an another up and coming writer who was just starting out but had so much potential.
He now had five books that had just hit the shelves to add to his library.
It was a good day.
When he was about to leave the town he stumbled across a young child attempting to fly on their own.
Very badly.
At first he was confused.
Was this a newly formed ghost? If so, wouldn't the surrounding ghosts help them find their feet?
But the child didn't feel like any of his kind.
Another Halfa perhaps? No, the Ghost Zone would immediately know if another half-ghost popped into existence and they didn't feel the odd way Phantom did.
He had heard that some of the living had the ability to fly without dying first.
But where were the child's parents? Shouldn't they be supervising and assisting their first flight?
Ghostwriter winced as the child hit the ground for the eleventh time.
Surely it wouldn't hurt if he were to give some advice? Invisible of course, Phantom would be displeased if he brought outside attention to their own small town.
And with that, Ghostwriter spent his afternoon teaching a young boy how to fly safely (which was harder than normal considering the child couldn't phase through any dangerous obstacles)
At least until the boy's parents picked him up.
Ghostwriter may have also promised to visit the next day.
Clark and Louis thought that Jon having an imaginary friend was cute.
It was a little weird that the imaginary friend picked apart every piece of writing in the house, but Jon was the son of journalists so he was bound to opinions about literature.
It wasn't til Jon said "Ghosty said that dying hurts and that I shouldn't do it for a long time." That they started getting worried.
Dunno about you guys but to me something about this is screaming hottest couple of the year- just LOOK AT THEM 💕 😌
(Also: extra points for Lucies gown)
new lucie and jesse art for the faecrate dustjackets!
they look so good!!!!
Friendly reminder that we will get actual, in the flesh, Jesse in ChoT. A Jesse that everyone can actually see and interact with, probably taking part in the fighting and drama etc.
I can’t wait to see him become part of the squad and go shopping for clothes with James and all. He’s been kept separate from everyone for two books and it’s his time to shine now✨
I didn’t even consider myself a Jesse girl before but just this prospect is so good 😭😫🥹
I’ll probably make a couple posts with insta profiles & stories, private messages, and in case of a celeb AU twitter threads and tabloid headlines.
In either case I can already tell you that it will feature Eugenia, there will be a band, and that Matthew and Alastair make a habit of taking jabs at each other on their public profiles.
Also feel free to send me ideas for what you think would fit for each character/ship in a modern setting.
TSC otps?
TMI:: malec, clace
TID:: herongraystairs
TDA:: kierkatina, kitty
TLH:: jordelia, ghostwriter
If I had it my way, I wouldn’t have this weight. If I had my way, I wouldn’t be this tired. If only I had it my way, then maybe you wouldn’t be so sad. You would not sit and miss them. If I had my way we would be far away, sitting in a windowsill while we watch what we’ve created together begin to age with time and grow. We’d be able to live in the future and not look back. We would have the strength we’ve always wanted and silence we’ve always needed. If only I had it my way.
I don’t drink because I watched my mother deteriorate from it. She went from a fun loving soul to tired and needing a drink from the time she woke up till she goes to sleep. So I found a different poison to take the ease off. The vapor escaping my lips brings me a moment of relief as I wake up for the new day of stress and thoughts. Maybe the gods won’t let it kill me before I get to enjoy the life I try to escape mentally everyday.
Your body reminds me of cool summers day. Sunkissed skin with curves at match the soft clouds I stare at. Your eyes being the forest I stare into as I take in the beauty of your nature.
I am not a drinker but I get drunk on the taste of you.
I am not a smoker but I get a high when I breathe you in.
You are intoxicating…. I love it.