#beautiifulghostts

[intergalacticxthief]

— Cállate el hocico 

@beautiifulghostts​

[0paliite]

@beautiifulghostts​

“i met someone once. it was an accident, really.” he was a prince who, even after weeks of only meeting once, snow white hasn’t stopped thinking about him. she couldn’t help but think of him often. it was inevitable she’d want to talk about him to someone. “he was sweet, handsome, really romantic. he was even able to slip in and out of the castle without anyone seeing him just to see me.” she was smiling, thinking of that day and that warm feeling she got. “i just don’t know if i’ll see him again.” it made her smile falter just a little bit. “do you think he’ll come back someday?” maybe they’ll actually be able to get to know each other better without worrying her stepmother would do something to him. 

[arc-sunsymbols]

beautiifulghostts┊ liked for a spooky starter——☼ 

          “Jack---?” Sam would have been relieved to see him awake in the common room had that not meant the noise rumbling from the storage lockers wasn’t him. It seemed every day they were learning something new about the bunker, not all of it necessarily good. “Did you make a, uh .  .  .  little bit of a crashing sound?” 

[smelljustas--sweet]

@beautiifulghostts​ asked for a starter with Lei!

 “Hey, Peter!”

She’s quick to jog up to him, invading personal space in no time. “You got any plans tonight? ‘Cause there’s restaurant that just opened up not far from May’s, and I heard the food is killer awesome. Wanna go with me~?” She hums, 

[sweethorizon-stories]

* 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ♥ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

‘ ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ’ (ʟɪɴᴋ)

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs ғᴏʀ ( @beautiifulghostts​ ) *

La joven princesa paso una de sus manos por su cabello, estaba realmente preocupada en ese momento, no había ni siquiera pasado un año desde que vencieron a la calamidad y ahora, nuevamente su “veneno”  se esparcía sobre las tierras de Hyrule sin razón alguna, lo que empeoraba todo era que ni existia algún libro sheika que pudiera darles respuestas. 

- Pero… ¿Y si no tiene solución? Si nuestros antiguos esfuerzos fallaron y ahora el reino debe perecer, yo ya no siento mi unión con las diosas, no soy capaz de escuchar la voz en tu espada, ¿Seré útil o un estorbo, una vez más?

[thewonderingsorceress]

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@beautiifulghostts​

❛ What the hell is this? ❜

[albionsdestinytm]

    “No no no, you’re holding that wrong. Keep doing that and you’ll poke someone’s eye out as well as your own.” He reached out, taking the sword in hand. “Watch me and then follow my moves. You’ll be fine if you have a bit of study.” Arthur was glad he’d stepped in to stop them when he had, but he didn’t know what might have happened if he hadn’t gotten there. 

@beautiifulghostts​ ; liked.

[becauseyouremybigbrother]

@beautiifulghostts​ || Semi-plotted starter

AT LEAST IT’S NOT THE BAD PLACE.

It’s maybe the hundredth time Sam’s told herself this over the last few days, and honestly, the fact that wherever the Rift had taken her not being the Bad Place DOESN’T make it any better.  

At first, she’d thought maybe the portal Jack created had accidentally taken her back in time. There were carts and horses and dirt roads, a severe LACK of cell signal, people were either wearing armor or rags, no one smelled particularly pleasant (one doesn’t realize how important deodorant is until it no longer exists—or one is at a science fiction convention), and there was a noticeable lack of pollution in the air. That was the only GOOD thing she could currently say.

Yes, at first she’d definitely thought Jack had somehow sent her back into medieval times, and having attended several Renaissance Festivals in her life, she wasn’t all THAT upset about it.

At least, until she discovered wherever she was apparently also included Elves. A whole shitton of magic users. And oh yeah, MONSTERS. And not like, Orcs from Lord of the Rings, which Sam had always thought she could handle fairly well, but actual monsters like she and Dean are accustomed to fighting... only, like, bigger and scarier, and more like the MYTHS in the old texts she’d spent so many years scouring.

Sam only knows the monsters here are worse because she ended up encountering a werewolf the night before that was entirely unlike any werewolf she and her brother had ever killed. Or befriended. Or slept with. She definitely would’ve NEVER been caught sleeping with this thing, and thank Chuck silver apparently was still a thing here in this place that WASN’T medieval times Earth, though she’s pretty certain she only won that fight out of sheer luck. (The battery on her cell had just enough charge she was able to blast a song from one of her playlists, distracting the creature long enough to kill it. Unfortunately, that little trick was one and DONE because Sam seriously doubted she was going to come across an electrical outlet anywhere.)

She was tired, hungry, and unfortunately SMELLED like everyone else around her. Suddenly, sleeping in the cramped backseat of the Impala sounded like the most luxurious bed ever.

It’s only a momentary relief that Sam eventually comes across something RESEMBLING civilization, a town of sorts that some old lady tells her was called Maribor. There were far more people than the few she encountered along the road, all of whom eye her denim and flannel with the same CURIOUS looks Dean had received that time they traveled back to the Old West. She ignored it, focusing instead on finding some place where she might be able to find food, and maybe a bath, though she’s read enough about bathing in medieval times to consider that prospect DUBIOUS at best.

The tavern Sam finally entered was exactly as she IMAGINED a tavern in this medieval fairy tale/horror story might be. Dark, dirty, definitely not capable of passing any inspection codes, and severely lacking a pool table where she might be able to HUSTLE a few unfortunate souls out of their money. Drawing in a breath of courage, she made her way over to the bar, flashed the seedy-looking man on the other side a bright smile, and said in the most awkward way imaginable:

“Could I get an ale, please?” That’s what people ordered in places like this, right? Ale? “And, umm, whatever you have to eat.”

The man, who appeared to be missing a few teeth, set a tankard in front of her, liquid sloshing over the sides, and a wooden plate with some CRUSTY bread and some kind of meat Sam couldn’t quite identify. Oh well, BEGGARS can’t be choosers!

“That’ll be FIVE coppers.”

Blinking for a moment, Sam slipped her hand into her front pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill. “You, uh, wouldn’t have CHANGE for a twenty would you?”

The tankard and plate quickly disappeared as the man glowered at her. “No COIN, no food.”

“I mean, I realize it looks like just PAPER to you,” Sam attempted to argue, “but it’s worth far more than you can imagine. Where I come from? There’s gold backing this up! Or well, there used to be... China probably owns most of it’s worth now. But trust me, I’m good for it! I could—BUS some tables for you? Wash some dishes? I mean, assuming you wash your dishes...”

“Take yer beggin’ elsewhere before I have ye THROWN out!”

Sam slumped against the bar with a muttered, “Shit,” as the man walked away.

Turns out playing RPG’s does NOT, in fact, prepare one for the real fantasy world. At least video games give you the occasional quests to make money or find food or whatever. And here Sam always thought she’d do fairly well in Game of Thrones.

Apparently NOT.