Mar 19, 2025
First day of GhostMarch🌼 i'm gonna try to do other days, but i'm not promise anything
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First day of GhostMarch🌼 i'm gonna try to do other days, but i'm not promise anything
Hello ghosties! I noticed there wasn’t any content challenges and our CBS Ghost Fans discord wanted one.
Writing, art, video, and the like are welcomed for this content challenge. This is a 2 week challenge for the end of March to welcome Spring!
spring opens like a blade
The storm rages outside. It has been raining for weeks; she can almost feel the water seeping through her cracking bones. There is a breath she has been holding for quite some time now, but it’s threatening to spill. During the in-between moments of a busy afterlife, Hetty withers, grows, and blossoms.
[Written for #ghostmarch25]
Day 1. Floriography, or the language of Flowers
Spring is around the corner. The Livings discuss new centerpieces for the restaurant and the ghosts pitch their ideas. Susan talks about flowers. Samantha talks about her wedding. Hetty tastes copper in her mouth.
Read here!
Day 2. The Stone Skipping Secret Club
Gordon misses Hetty; Hetty misses her young and carefree days. Trevor gets the double date he wanted.
Read here!
Day 3. What The Wolf Had To Say About The Wool Industry
In the aftermath of another sleepless night, Hetty and Peter await the morning together. Hetty realizes they have some things in common. Peter finds the perfect time to tell a story.
Read here!
Day 4. The Lost Art Of Social Civility
After her date with Sunil goes awry, Hetty hangs onto a peaceful evening date with her best friend and her iron need for social decorum to keep her together. As Fate would have it, however, she has neither.
Read here!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A very very late entry for my second GhostMarch prompt!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63666994
After day 1 (A self-indulgent self-insert fic- feel free to skip 😖) I skipped down to Day 8 for a much deserved Nigel/Isaac/Chris fic! They'll always be endgame in my heart.
Writers block has been rough- so I'll be uploading these after March as well (I'll catch up on Days 2-7 eventually ‼️) Just when I get the motivation to write.
It's not my best writing- but SOMEONE needs to ignore canon and write these three happily together, and I hope by being the first I start some sort of chain (I'm delulu)
A lil glance, for whom may care, at the next chapter of spring opens like a blade because i need a few more days to actually finish it
“Okay,” Hetty concedes with some hoarseness and a bit of lightheadedness, because sitting through an hour and a half of family reconciliations is, for once, better than wandering the floors of her ancestral home in the dark. “Let’s watch it.” Her first thoughts are that she has never been on an island before, and that although she carries the ocean in her eyes, they have never seen it gleam under the sunrays like a warm caress, stretched long and lapping at the coast. Newport bore jagged rocks on cliffsides, hasty waves crashing into rough surfaces, splitting their untamed nature in half. Donna’s (not to be mistaken for Peter’s girlfriend Donna) not one but triple summer affair brings out the crimson in Hetty’s soft cheeks. A luscious scandal like that, had it been made public, would have compelled a lady of her time to shameful social ostracism, forever vanished from the New York elite’s tight inner circle, their name becoming nothing but a scornful whisper passed behind gloved hands or open fans in the midnight hour. However, the people from this century seem to be turning a woman’s liaison into a whole musical now.