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Askblog for Webby the ghost and Amitiel the angel



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What's going on?: Ami's training to become the bridge between three worlds. Webby, meanwhile, is sleeping far too much, and being awfully secretive about things. Maybe her upcoming excursion into a jungle will fix things between her and Ghost?

the-insanity-of-a-manatee:

i noticed something while i was editing that

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why does

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that cupcake

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have a face

((sorry i wasn’t on after work i am so tired

so, so tired))

((ahhh i gotta get ready for work now but that was awesome ahahahskdjh))

Anonymous said: Webby's real pretty, isn't she?

[She’s a cutie.] -nods solemnly-

<Ehhh, I give ‘er a solid 6.> -Stinkie punches his arm.- <Alright alright I was kiddin’. Yeah sure she’s real pretty, bite me.>

ask-thelivingonce-ler:

webbytheghost:

"An’ he’s not gonna get you, either," she adds, addressing the undercurrent of self-sacrifice she can almost hear. "I can promise you that, too."

Of course, that probably wasn’t necessary to say aloud, but she liked to remind him that he didn’t have to carry all their worries on his own.

Ghost smiles—he knows what she”s thinking, he knows that if  need be she’ll offer herself in place of him, but he also knows that he won’t let that happen either—and he presses against her lips in a deep kiss. 

Its so refreshing to have her here again, beside him, gazing at him like that, feeling her soft hands in his, seeing those chocolate eyes twinkle like they always have, seeing that silly little grin and the way her tiny lips curl up and tuck away at the cheeks, and how that one tooth on the side is just a little more tilted than the other ones and that freckle on her ear that she probably doesn’t even know about and—

"I love you, Gretch," he blurts out. "And I always will. Till the end of time, and past that. I love you, I love you, I love you, don’t you ever forget that.”

He’s looking at her so intensely it makes her blush.

"I love you too," she says, astounded by his mighty words. She’s glad he doesn’t ever feel the need to do elaborate things to prove his love for her- these little moments, his arms around her, are all she needs. No rings or poetry, just this.

She thinks back to what the Trio said yesterday- about her not wanting to be human. The only thing being human would accomplish would be allowing the two of them to marry without consequences from the Coucil, but she didn’t even need a marriage to know he loved her.

And besides, if she were human she couldn’t do this.

She reaches her hand through his back (relieved when she can phase through things again) and gives his backside a sneaky little squeeze.

Anonymous said: What do you boys think of the children? What's your opinion on Ghost?

[THE KIDS ARE GREAT THEY’VE BEEN USING ME AS A TRAMPOLINE AND IT TICKLES]

{I don’t t’ink they like the way i stink. An’ don’t even bother askin’ Stretch, he’s not really a ‘kids’ kinda guy…}

[He’s also been mutterin’ about ‘old man’ a lot. Haven’t seen him like this in a while…]

{He’s a pretty swell guy. Protective of his family, an’ I can respect dat. Dunno what Stretch’s issue is, though. I think it’s cuz he doesn’t like bein’ told what to do.}

-muttering- <… doesn’t deserve… Never been so disrespected…>

Anonymous said: How are you holding up, Amitiel? Are the guests behaving?

Well, so far, all they’ve done is hide stuff like Dad’s pipe and my scarf and Mom’s green hat. (I don’t think she’s noticed yet, actually. I think I’ll… see if she does notice.)

It’s been mostly just really weird having three extra ghosts around.

They keep whispering to each other and looking at Mom a lot, so that’s kind of suspicious, too…

ask-thelivingonce-ler said: Gretch, darling, have you seen my pipe anywhere? I've misplaced it, can't really find it. . . Wait, why am I asking, you haven't been in the house for even 24 hours I need to pull myself together wow. -quickly kisses her- What a start to a conversation, huh? "Gee, Gretch, where's my stuff??" Golly. Ahaha, uh. Hi there.

ask-thelivingonce-ler:

webbytheghost:

ask-thelivingonce-ler:

webbytheghost:

She holds out her hand and places it in his- his pipe is in her grasp.

"I confiscated it from the guys a little while ago. Seems they thought it would be funny if you spent all day looking for it. And Stretch keeps making offhanded comments about you being ‘such a typical old man’, whatever that is." She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning.

"It’s wonderful being able to really see you again. When I was all goopy and stuff I couldn’t really see or hear all that well, it was… weird. I don’t even know what that was."

"That would be a good idea," he nods, and pulls back to squeeze her hands. The pink scar on her arm doesn’t evade his gaze, and for a moment he blanches, but then he smiles up at her as if it never happened.

"Yeah, wouldn’t want us getting rained on or anything while we’re out there. Last thing we need is to have someone fall ill from some strange Subworld virus or something."

She makes tiny fists and punches at the air.

"Just gonna be me, you, and Ami against nature! Roughin’ it in the wild! But that don’t mean I wanna end up with wet socks stinkin’ up the camp, hee hee. We’ll make a list later of all the extra stuff we want added to our gear. Don’t wanna play on the easiest difficulty, but I’m not really feelin’ super hard mode, either."

She looks out the window again, off into the distance.

"The longer we go without hearing anything from You Know Who, the more I worry," she sighs.

He follows her gaze, thick brows furrowing on his forehead. Those old shadows cross in front of his eyes and it takes all his will to push them back into his subconscious.

"I won’t let him get to any of you," Ghost says, and he’s confident in that fact. "I won’t let him get close. He won’t hurt any of us. Not while I’m around, he won’t."

Ghost slips his hands onto her hips and leans forward to kiss her, pulling back only to repeat himself.

"He won’t hurt any of us. I promise."

"An’ he’s not gonna get you, either," she adds, addressing the undercurrent of self-sacrifice she can almost hear. "I can promise you that, too."

Of course, that probably wasn’t necessary to say aloud, but she liked to remind him that he didn’t have to carry all their worries on his own.

ask-thelivingonce-ler said: Gretch, darling, have you seen my pipe anywhere? I've misplaced it, can't really find it. . . Wait, why am I asking, you haven't been in the house for even 24 hours I need to pull myself together wow. -quickly kisses her- What a start to a conversation, huh? "Gee, Gretch, where's my stuff??" Golly. Ahaha, uh. Hi there.

ask-thelivingonce-ler:

webbytheghost:

ask-thelivingonce-ler:

webbytheghost:

webbytheghost:

She holds out her hand and places it in his- his pipe is in her grasp.

"I confiscated it from the guys a little while ago. Seems they thought it would be funny if you spent all day looking for it. And Stretch keeps making offhanded comments about you being ‘such a typical old man’, whatever that is." She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning.

"It’s wonderful being able to really see you again. When I was all goopy and stuff I couldn’t really see or hear all that well, it was… weird. I don’t even know what that was."

She really was looking forward to the trip, even if it was potentially dangerous. Maybe by the time they were ready to go, the data would be back from the ‘official’ group and they could prepare for their own trip more efficiently.

"Are you thinkin’ about being Indiana Jones again?" She asks, giggling softly. "Do we need to get you a brown hat?"

He blinks at her and all that pride makes itself known by brightening up his face to a very deep red. He murmurs something about dressing up being a childish hobby, and squeezes her hands tight in his embarrassment.

"Don’ need a hat," he murmurs. "That’s stupid. Don’t need it."

His temperature’s gone quite a bit high.

"Aww, and here I was thinkin’ that we could get you the whole outfit an’ for Halloween you could be Indy and I can be Lara Croft," she pretended to pout.

She does ease up on the teasing, though- being around the Trio, it’s easy to forget when to stop poking fun.

"We can get some enchanted exploration gear, though- I was thinkin’ waterproofing and anti-infection spells, what do you think? And maybe waterproof the tent, too. And your shoes."

"That would be a good idea," he nods, and pulls back to squeeze her hands. The pink scar on her arm doesn’t evade his gaze, and for a moment he blanches, but then he smiles up at her as if it never happened.

"Yeah, wouldn’t want us getting rained on or anything while we’re out there. Last thing we need is to have someone fall ill from some strange Subworld virus or something."

She makes tiny fists and punches at the air.

"Just gonna be me, you, and Ami against nature! Roughin’ it in the wild! But that don’t mean I wanna end up with wet socks stinkin’ up the camp, hee hee. We’ll make a list later of all the extra stuff we want added to our gear. Don’t wanna play on the easiest difficulty, but I’m not really feelin’ super hard mode, either."

She looks out the window again, off into the distance.

"The longer we go without hearing anything from You Know Who, the more I worry," she sighs.

ask-thelivingonce-ler said: Gretch, darling, have you seen my pipe anywhere? I've misplaced it, can't really find it. . . Wait, why am I asking, you haven't been in the house for even 24 hours I need to pull myself together wow. -quickly kisses her- What a start to a conversation, huh? "Gee, Gretch, where's my stuff??" Golly. Ahaha, uh. Hi there.

ask-thelivingonce-ler:

webbytheghost:

webbytheghost:

She holds out her hand and places it in his- his pipe is in her grasp.

"I confiscated it from the guys a little while ago. Seems they thought it would be funny if you spent all day looking for it. And Stretch keeps making offhanded comments about you being ‘such a typical old man’, whatever that is." She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning.

"It’s wonderful being able to really see you again. When I was all goopy and stuff I couldn’t really see or hear all that well, it was… weird. I don’t even know what that was."

She really was looking forward to the trip, even if it was potentially dangerous. Maybe by the time they were ready to go, the data would be back from the ‘official’ group and they could prepare for their own trip more efficiently.

"Are you thinkin’ about being Indiana Jones again?" She asks, giggling softly. "Do we need to get you a brown hat?"

He blinks at her and all that pride makes itself known by brightening up his face to a very deep red. He murmurs something about dressing up being a childish hobby, and squeezes her hands tight in his embarrassment.

"Don’ need a hat," he murmurs. "That’s stupid. Don’t need it."

His temperature’s gone quite a bit high.

"Aww, and here I was thinkin’ that we could get you the whole outfit an’ for Halloween you could be Indy and I can be Lara Croft," she pretended to pout.

She does ease up on the teasing, though- being around the Trio, it’s easy to forget when to stop poking fun.

"We can get some enchanted exploration gear, though- I was thinkin’ waterproofing and anti-infection spells, what do you think? And maybe waterproof the tent, too. And your shoes."