Past, Present, Future

So anyways the nonexistent, unnamed ghost au now exists and is named (don’t be surprised if it changes at some point.)

Summary:

To say David Jacobs was unhappy about moving to a new state three months into his senior year would be an understatement. He knew he should be happy that his dad had found a new job, but he couldn’t help but wish he’d gotten a job that didn’t require him to share a room with his twelve-year-old little brother.

David used to think the hardest part of senior year would be working on his college applications, not learning how to coexist with a middle schooler.

As it turns out, the actual hardest part would be none of the above.

The biggest problem in David’s life was the fact that his new house was haunted by three teenage ghosts. And he’s the only one who can see them.

To think he used to be worried about finding a date to prom.

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David Jacobs discovers three ghosts living in his new house and now has to figure out how to help them cross over. Oh, and did he mention one of the ghosts just happens to be very *very* attractive?

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I’m still thinking about this post and though I still don’t have a solid theory about who would win, I do have Thoughts that I just need to air out.

Emet SelchandSolas are both incredibly ruthless characters, but in different ways:

• Solas intended to “end/recreate” the world in a manner that avoided as much suffering as possible, bc despite initially seeing the people around him as weaker/lesser, he still cared enough to not want them to suffer
• This becomes even more important to him when his plans are foiled by corypheus and the quizzy mucking things up, and corypheus begins causing, well, a LOT of suffering. Through his journey with the inquisition, particularly if you stay on good terms with him, Solas will come to value people, despite his earlier judgement
• By contrast, Emet Selch SEEKS to cause suffering. As much as possible. He does not consider the people of the Source and its shards to be real people, and he determines that killing these people is therefore not murder. He is merely ushering their souls to a final culmination that will restore them to their REAL selves. To Emet, the suffering is necessary, and ultimately a favor to the very people he’s harming
• Solas’s ruthlessness is more directly tied to YOU, the player. If you befriend him, or take it a step further and romance him, he is more open to viewing the residents of the world as real people whose lives are valuable. But even THEN, it is not enough to deter him from his plans to remove the Veil and potentially end those lives entirely.
• If you are antagonistic towards Solas, it goes a long way to fueling a vicious streak in him that you only see hints of otherwise. He will, in fact, take pleasure in your pain and suffering. He will even remove your magically damaged arm with a clear sense of brutality.
• Emet Selch is canonically endeared to you as the player. Your character has an established backstory with him and you find that he, in fact, deeply cares for you. It’s what causes him to hesitate to kill you upon seeing you on the First shard, and leads him to instead extend a temporary truce. But in the end, even knowing who you were in his world isn’t enough to stop him from opposing you. Unlike Solas, Emet Selch has killed billions of innocent people over the course of millennia, and feels he’s come too far to let even a beloved friend/LI (depending on your headcanon) stop him.
• Despite choosing to fight you, it can be argued that Emet either consciously or subconsciously self-sabotages in order to end his own suffering and grant you victory. After his defeat, he smiles in death, and you later learn that he wanted you to live. Though you can’t avoid fighting him, it is established canon that your relationship with Emet Selch is complex and rooted in love (again, platonic or otherwise depending on your own perception)
• Solas is presented as a character that is difficult to persuade away from his chosen path, even when he consciously seems to want to do so. He is an immovable rock with a mission, and all the love in this new world he’s awoken to doesn’t seem to be enough to sway him.
• Emet Selch is also incredibly stubborn, but it’s made adorably clear that with enough prodding, he can be incredibly kind and helpful, especially to the people who mean the most to him. It’s also later learned that certain circumstances played a significant role in the ruthlessness he exemplified for so many years, and had those circumstances been different, he would have likely changed his chosen course, or not embarked on it in the first place
• Solas has been set up as a potential main antagonist for DA4; if this is indeed the way the story goes, we will likely learn a lot more about the full spectrum of his abilities.
• As it stands right now, Emet Selch has the advantage in both experience and raw magical power, but may actually lack a degree of viciousness that Solas does not.

Trespassing

Word Count: 1263

Pairing(s): Poe Dameron x Reader (Female)

Request(s):None

Warning(s):Fluff with some implied angst

I’m so sorry for disappearing for so long! I hope this short little thing can make up for that! <3

The heat was unbearable. Finn was almost ready to rip off his skin if he thought it’d cool him down for even a second. It also didn’t help that he was wearing that pilot’s jacket. Poe, that was his name. Finn wasn’t positive on whether or not he had survived the crash into Jakku.

The ex-stormtrooper trudged through the hot desert, sand finding its way into his boots. He felt something poking into his side painfully. He reached into the pocket of his new leather jacket to retrieve the nuisance.

To his surprise, what he held in his hand was a small metal disc. It was approximately the size of his palm, flat with round sides, topped off with a grand bronze lid carved with an intricate design of interlocking circles. It seemed to be some sort of holodisc. Though it looked was slightly different in appearance, it was still the kind you could record short holograms with. Maybe Finn could learn more about his rebel friend if he took a look inside.

He stopped and sat down next to a large sand dune, hoping the small amount of shade it provided could help take the edge off the heat. He wiped at the thick layer of perspiration on his brow and clicked open the disc, starting from the first recording.

The images shown popped up like a hologram, depicting a man, presumably the fighter pilot, Poe, and a lady. Poe had a hold of the woman’s hand, slowly spinning her in a circle as if the two were dancing. Just as quickly as the video had appeared, it faded to nothing.

Finn wanted to sit and watch more, but he knew he needed to continue walking or else he’d never find a place to properly rest. Or worse, he could get stuck out in the desert at night, utterly exhausted and unable to defend himself. Perfect prey for the swarms of gnaw-jars, carnivores that ran on six legs and feasted on warm blood. He stood up on shaky legs, continuing his trek, wondering about the woman with Poe.

Another hour seemed to pass (not that Finn could tell without his digitized stormtrooper gear) before he had to stop and take a breather. Against his better judgement, he opened the holodisc again, curiosity taking control.

The video started out shaky as if the recorder wasn’t holding the disc steadily when walking.

“Babe!” Poe called excitedly, finally holding the disc still.

“Yeah?” The same woman from the previous clip showed up in the hologram.

“What are we?” Poe asked, his smile was evident in his voice. The woman grinned.

“We’re pregnant,” she beamed.

“Hell yeah, we are!” Poe cheered. “So, what do you think? Boy or girl?”

“Girl,” she replied with a lopsided smirk.

“Oh, no way. Totally a boy,” Poe countered playfully.

“Wanna bet?” The woman implored, a mischievous glint in her eye that was visible even through the blue-tinted hologram. Finn could immediately tell that making wagers was a favourite activity of the couple.

“Twenty credits,” Poe said.

“You’re on,” the woman stretched out her hand. Poe reached out from behind the recorder and shook her hand before turning the disc off and ending the video.

Finn smiled for a moment, relishing in Poe’s happiness. It took a second for the horror to register in his mind, constantly sending a punch to his gut. For all he knew, Poe had died upon impact during the crash landing.

With a sinking heart, Finn continued onto the next hologram.

“You were right, (Y/N),” Poe’s voice came through before the recording even started. “It’s a girl.”

Finn paused. (Y/N). Her name was (Y/N).

“I owe you twenty credits,” Poe said as the video showed up. (Y/N) was laying in bed with a baby wrapped up in blankets in her arms. The smile on her face was the most peaceful thing Finn had seen in a long time. She looked up at the camera and blushed.

“Do you have to record everything?” She asked, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. Poe laughed softly behind the camera.

“Only the good parts,” he said, zooming in on the child in (Y/N)’s arms for a moment before zooming out again.

“Layla,” (Y/N) mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of the little human’s head.

“Layla?” Poe asked. (Y/N) nodded up at him. From that, Finn gathered that they hadn’t talked much about names for their new baby girl. “I love it. I love her.”

“She looks just like you.” (Y/N) giggled as Layla reached up and tugged on her hair with her chubby little hands.

“I bet she’ll be as smart as you, though,” Poe replied softly,  reaching forward to gently run his finger against the newborn’s cheek. (Y/N) laughed again, sounding like a child who was just given a candy.

“She’ll be even smarter, what with having a pilot and a mechanic for parents and all,” she said, smile as bright and dazzling as the stars in the sky.

Poe made a hum of agreement before shutting off the recorder.

With another sigh, Finn pressed a button on the thin side of the disc, jumping to the last hologram on the device.

“You’re so adorable,” Poe said, aiming towards (Y/N), laying on the bed with a small child cuddled into her chest. It must have been an older version of Layla. She seemed around the age of three. “Both of you.”

(Y/N) looked up, pushing a lock of hair out of her face with a blush. “Stop that.”

Poe zoomed in on her face to tease her. She scowled playfully before he zoomed out to normal settings again. Little Layla stirred, rolling away from her mother’s embrace, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled up at the person behind the disc.

“Papa,” she muttered sleepily, getting up and reaching out for a hug. Poe obliged.

While pulling Layla into him, (Y/N) snatched the disc from his hands.

“You never record yourself,” she countered when he made a noise of protest. She showed him as he knelt beside the bed in what appeared to be their shared room. His face was unshaven and he was still dressed in his bedclothes. “I can’t imagine why. You’re very handsome.”

Poe laughed awkwardly, Layla still clinging to him.

“Papa, I’m hungry,” Layla said in her soft, childish, voice. Poe stood up from his kneeling position and scooped her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while she laughed gleefully.

“Let’s get you some breakfast then, baby girl,” he smiled. Layla clawed at his loose nightshirt as he purposefully jostled her around with every step he took into the kitchen.

(Y/N) laughed behind the camera, then turned off the disc.

Finn felt an immense wave of sadness mixed with anger crash over him. Poe had looked so happy. He had a family, people he was trying to get home for. And now he was gone.

Feeling like he’d found something he shouldn’t have, like he was trespassing into unexplored regions, Finn knew he had to find (Y/N). She needed to know what happened to her lover, the father of her child.