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I'm going to be starting a beginner level Astronomy university course soon for my core credits.

This better help me with my Doctor Who fic writing and my personal sci-fi story ideas.

Books Read In July 2024

Piglet by Lottie Hazell

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Four - The Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket

The Guest Cat by Takashi Hiraide

Trespasses by Louise Kennedy

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Five - The Austere Academy by Lemony Snicket

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (Buddy Read with my mother)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Six - The Ersatz Elevator by Lemony Snicket

Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell (Began but Not Finished)

Say Nothing by Patrick Radden Keefe (Began but Not Finished)

An Afternoon With Tea And Books

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader goes to find The Doctor in his private library as he often loses track of time when absorbed in a book.

Warnings - some suggestive material

Word Count - 1156

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I just wanted to write something small in order to get back into writing. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been isolating himself in his private library for hours now, resulting in you not seeing him all day. You didn’t think that he meant anything by it. He was probably just lost in his mind and the books he would be devouring. But you missed him and his presence. You wanted to see him. You needed to see him. In your mind, the two of you didn’t need to do anything special, you were happy to just cuddle and read beside The Doctor in his library. You didn’t need a wild adventure, even though The Doctor would be very happy to take you wherever you wanted. You could wait any longer for him to walk out of his study and ask about your day. You just needed to see him now. Half a day was too long to spend away from your Doctor.

So, you finally convinced yourself that you wouldn’t be bothering The Doctor too much and travelled through the halls of The TARDIS until you reached The Doctor’s study. You entered the room quietly, even though there was no need. The Doctor was still completely engrossed in the book he was reading and would not be distracted anytime soon. Then you entered The Doctor’s private kitchen in order to prepare two cups of tea (The Doctor’s was filled to the brim with sugar cubes) before finally making your way to where The Doctor was longing on the sofa of his private library.

“You’re up!” The Doctor exclaimed after doing a double take upon seeing you entering the room. You nodded contently. You were just happy to be in his presence again after a long day apart. You barely even noticed his frantic state.

“I promised to wake you up with breakfast in bed, though.” You tried, for The Doctor’s sake, to not make a disgusted face at the thought of The Doctor’s cooking, but you didn’t know if you were successful. The Doctor’s baking was out of this world, pun intended, but his cooking was less than to be desired. 

“You can wake me up in bed another morning, Doctor.” You set down the two cups of tea on a small nearby table.

“But I wanted to greet you in the morning today. I have been lacking as a partner, lately, and I guess this just proves it doesn’t it?” The Doctor pouted and slouched against the couch.

“No, Doctor, it doesn’t. You are a perfect partner.” You brushed a bit of The Doctor’s hair that fell across his face.

“And you made me tea.” The Doctor whined, completely ignoring your statement and trying to avoid your affections in order to prove his point.

“With all of the sugar!” You chirped, recounting the alarming amount of sugar you dumped into The Doctor’s mug.

“See! You are better at this than I am. Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather have a relationship with a Human?”

“Absolutely not!” The Doctor sighed unconvinced. You grabbed The Doctor’s book, delicately because he once became very upset over your handling of a book, closed it, and placed it on the table by the cups. You then crawled onto The Doctor’s lap and placed your hands on either side of his face. The Doctor wanted to continue to pout but he couldn’t ignore your presence even if he tried. So, he placed his hands on your thighs and ran his fingers over the side seams of your trousers every so often.

“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you. Understand?” The Doctor nodded into your hands, though he still appeared to have a bit of sadness locked in the corners of his eyes.

“Good. Now no pouting, Doctor. I’m not going anywhere.” You sent The Doctor a cheeky wink, causing him to fluster, while handing him his cup of sugary tea.

“Well, what time is it now? Earth time, I mean. So, I can make it up to you.” The Doctor moaned a hearty hum upon sipping his tea. Given how you were straddling him, his pleased hum rumbled through your core, making your want for him so much needier and more intense.

“Around three in the afternoon.” You only responded when The Doctor looked up from his tea to your eyes, his observation of you finally brought you out of all of the fantasy rushing through your brain.

“What!” The Doctor wanted to jump up from his seat, but both you and his rather full cup of tea were not allowing him that escape.

“Doctor?”

“I’ve been ignoring you all day because of a stupid book!” The Doctor took quite a large gulp of tea, solely so he would be able to gesture with his hands wildly again.

“I thought that you really wanted to read that book?”

“Well, yes, but you are far more interesting and important.” You smiled. The Doctor was adorable, that was obvious. Though you would argue that he was even more adorable when he was pouting about not spending enough time with you. At least you weren’t the only needy one in this relationship.

“You can just make up for it by paying attention to me now.” The Doctor gulped, his eyes flicking back to yours nervously. His gaze then shifted down to your lips before quickly returning to your eyes. As if you didn’t notice.

“Gladly, but in what way?” The Doctor wasn’t desperate, he would only do anything if you were ready and consenting. So, he would follow your lead.

“Well, you really want to finish your book and we have two cooling cups of tea that we have to drink. Why don’t you read to me while we cuddle? Then we can think of something else to do later.”

“The book is in Gallifreyian.”

“As long as you are reading, I am sure that I will be entertained. Now shift over.” The Doctor awkwardly did so, allowing you to lay beside him on the couch, though he did almost spill his tea all over his chest. 

The Doctor missed the weight of you on top of him, straddling him, but feeling you wrap yourself around his side and lay your head over his hearts was a close second if he were to categorise the best feelings in the Universe. The Doctor smiled at you and then placed a soft and overly sentimental kiss on your forehead before exchanging his cup of sugary tea for his book. 

The Doctor asked if you were ready and once you told him that you were, he began to read. He was not concentrating on a single word he was saying, however. The Doctor was far too distracted by you to fully concentrate. Your body weight, your heat, your smell, just you and your presence beside him were too all-consuming to think straight. Thankfully, you couldn’t later question him on the content of the book because he would be completely clueless.

Breakfast And An Alien Attack

Simm!Doctor x Reader

Summary - A strange man fell into the Reader’s backyard asking for hyperspecific food and help with an upcoming alien attack. What other choice does the Reader have but to help this stranger?

Warnings - none that I think of, canon typical antics

Word Count - 2,149

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. No use of Y/n. Not Requested. Canon Divergent. Grumpy!Reader x Sunshine!Simm!Doctor. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy :)

Also, I have some Tennant!Master x Reader and Tennant!Master x Reader x Simm!Doctor fics that I am working on and I thought that it would be cool to write a solo Simm!Doctor x Reader. I hope that you enjoy :)

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If you had not witnessed what had happened yourself, you would have sworn that the man currently dusting off his trousers in your back garden had just climbed over your fence in an attempt to break into your home. Strangely, though, that is not what you saw. Instead you, after getting some shopping delivered, observed a man in a Victorian-looking outfit fall from the sky and land far too close to the cherry tree your father had planted to lighten up the place when you had moved in. The man then jumped up onto his feet like falling from the sky happened every day. 

You had been observing the man just over the sill of your kitchen window for the past couple of minutes, unsure of what to do. The man fell from the sky and looked completely unharmed, there weren’t any protocols to follow that you were taught in school about how to deal with a situation like this one. 

You ducked under the sill when the stranger looked your way, just in case he was here for ulterior motives. When you peeked back out through your window, the unbelievable man seemed to be talking to a couple of birds that landed on the edge of a water basin. When you were young, the birds would always stop by that basin mid-journey, but since you have moved in, no birds stopped by even though you restored the basin to how it looked in your youth, built birdhouses around your back garden and left piles of bird seed throughout your yard. You couldn’t help but let out a huff of jealousy that this stranger could convince the birds to talk to him, let alone show up, when you have had no luck in that department for months.

The man laughed at whatever the birds had chirped. Then he gestured to you and seemed to tell a joke that had the birds roaring with laughter, if birds could roar with laughter. You stood up to your full height, rolling your shoulder contemptuously, then leaned against your window sill annoyed with the stranger’s easy way with the birds. The man seemed to fully notice you now that you weren’t trying to hide, so he waved a genuine wave in your direction but his smile was sad as if he hated himself for having scared you before. You found yourself waving back but quickly stopped when the man’s smile appeared to lighten. 

The man said farewell to the birds and strode over to the backdoor of your house. He knocked in the “Shave and a Haircut” rhythm before holding his hands behind his back and looking up at your house. He probably meant no harm, you assumed, but there was no way that this man was normal. He literally fell from the sky and he didn’t even have a scratch on him. 

You walked over to your kitchen door, briefly stopping to arm yourself with a newly purchased knife first. Then you opened the door slowly after taking a tentative breath. If the stranger did try something, at least you had a weapon behind your back.

“Hello! I am kind of in a hurry, which is not ideal given the circumstances, but can you help me? I think you are just who I need!” You tightened your grip on the knife.

“Oh! God! Oh god, no. Not in a creepy way! I don’t want to hurt you.” The man held his hands up defensively and laughed awkwardly. 

“I promise.” The man softly uttered the promise. He looked at you with soft, hopeful hazel eyes that seemed hard to hide secrets. You considered him and everything that happened since he fell from the sky for a moment. Then you found yourself caving to the man’s hopeful demeanour.

“What do you need?” The stranger’s face instantly broke into a soft smile.

“Firstly, just something to eat and drink.” The man still held his hands up in a defensive gesture. The man looked apologetic, confused, broken and just lost, definitely not the type to hurt you. So even though it was probably incredibly stupid, you let the unbelievable man into your home. 

After some trial and error, the strange man finally found food that he found acceptable and didn’t make him sick. He made an American-style breakfast, with gigantic waffles, fried eggs(more over medium than sunny side up), and crispy bacon. You don’t know how he made the majority of the food, given the fact that you didn’t own a waffle maker straight out of a continental hotel breakfast bar or any bacon in your kitchen, but you turned your back on the stranger once and he had said items. Finally, once everything was cooked and plated, he drenched his entire plate in soy sauce. You had heard of people dipping their eggs in soy sauce, and in theory, it sounded good. However, this man’s plate practically turned into soup due to the amount of soy sauce he had poured onto his food. The man made you food, as well, while he was making his own but you made sure to make your desired alterations. You weren’t in the mood to eat waffles swimming in soy sauce.

As the man shovelled food into his face like he hadn’t eaten in days, you tentatively placed a corner of your waffle in your mouth. It was buttery and warm, you could almost taste the love put into the dish. You looked at the man again. There was something different about him, but you couldn’t tell what it was, other than the obvious. There was something bigger, deeper, than the obvious, though. Whatever made this stranger different excited you and you hadn’t felt excited in a long time. The exciting man was unexpected, however, and you didn’t know if you were ready for someone as exciting as this man in your life right now. You reassured yourself that the man would only be in your life for this meal and this meal alone, but maybe you could allow yourself to open up to him slightly.

You placed the knife you had been holding behind your back, and in your lap while the stranger was in your home, onto the table. Close enough for you to grab if you needed but you were starting to believe what the man stuffing his face before you was saying. He just needed help and wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Thank you. I promise that you won’t regret that.” He looked up, alerted by the noise of the knife hitting the table, and he smiled his soft at you.

“Don’t mention it.” You mumbled into your food. There was a moment of silence, except for the sounds of eating, until the man cleaned his face with a napkin and spoke up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, whose house is this?” 

“Mine.”

“Well, yes, but …” The man looked around your kitchen and then back to you, trying to politely insinuate that you couldn’t afford your home. ‘Trying’ being the operative word because the man was definitely failing at being polite. You sighed, why not unload your baggage onto a stranger?

“It was my great aunt’s. I spent a lot of time here when I was young and when she passed I inherited it. Given the state of the world right now I’m not going to turn down the opportunity to own a home that I can actually afford.”

“It’s a bit of a fixer-upper, though.” You glared at the man fiercely. He asked and you answered, why did he have to criticise your family and way of living in the process?

“I don’t mean to be rude, I just mean that I can help.” The man quickly tried to correct your interpretation of his statement, but you remained reserved. He was a stranger after all. Best not to get too comfortable.

“I don’t need your help.”

“But -” You cut the man off before he could make another inappropriate comment about the state of your home.

“I don’t know you.”

“But we could get to know each other.” The man leaned forward over the table, he had a hopeful smile ghosting over his lips. You retreated backwards into your seat, though, away from the man’s hopefulness. His personality excited you, yes, but what if you were hurt by him like you were hurt by others in the past? You didn’t want to feel that disappointment again. For some reason, you wanted to be held in high regard by this man but the fear that he was simply using you, like other people had, kept haunting your mind. So, you broke eye contact with the man and peered over to the vintage clock on your wall.

“I thought you said that you were in an emergency?” You mumbled passive-aggressively, but the man didn’t seem to notice or care about the sudden change in your demeanour. He seemed more grateful that you reminded him of his true reason for interrupting your day.

“Right! Do you have the time? My own watch doesn’t seem to be working properly.” The man tapped the face of his watch a couple of times and even from your seat across the table you could hear the small crunch of broken glass and gears. You showed him the time on your phone out of convenience.

“Oh god!” The man exclaimed, but then another thought visibly popped into his brain and took over.

“Why do I keep saying that? ‘Oh god?’ Is that from my future or past? Or is that just me? I don’t think that’s me.” The man looked to you like you might have the answer he was desperate for, but you had no idea what he was talking about. This was just another strange occurrence from the strange man.

“Who are you?” You asked exasperatedly. How could someone like him be real and in your kitchen and want your help? In your mind, he could do so much better than you.

“The Doctor?”

“Doctor Who?” A knowing smile crept across the man’s face. 

“Just The Doctor, love.”

“‘Just The Doctor?’ Who calls themself ‘The Doctor’?” You retorted, mimicking his Manchester accent.

“Me. I’m The Doctor.” His face shifted as if he just realised something. “Hm, apparently I’m confident in this regeneration.” This man was unbelievable.

“How do you exist?” You asked. You were hitting the threshold of where you were beginning to feel out of your depth. 

“Easily. It’s called breathing.” The man smiled at you widely, showing off the roundness of the apples of his cheeks. All you could do was sigh, overwhelmed.

“You are completely ridiculous”

“Ridiculous? Ridiculous. Interesting. Fun! I’m ridiculous!” The man’s face rapidly shifted from offended to curious to ecstatic within moments.

“I didn’t mean it as a compliment.”

“Oh, well, I’m taking it as one.” After taking one final bite of food, the man jumped up from the table and bounded out your door. The man was so much, in a good way, but you weren’t prepared for something like this to happen today. You leaned back into your chair again and sighed deeply with your eyes closed, revelling in the stillness in your kitchen without the stranger in it with you. You frowned. Then you opened your eyes and looked at the aftermath of breakfast. You realised that you missed that man. No, you hadn’t known each other for that long, but ‘The Doctor’ whoever he was brightened your day, even if you wished to deny that fact.

“Well, come on.” The man suddenly popped his head through the door, the expectation that you would simply follow him, and curiosity that you hadn’t done just that, was etched deeply into his face.

“What?” You barked back. The man rolled his eyes and sighed. The act seemed to fit his style. You would have to tell him in future.

“I am freshly regenerated, there is going to be an alien attack in 15 minutes, and I would like your help, again. So, will you help me?” The man confidently strode back into your kitchen as he spoke. Then he held his hand out for you to take, that soft, hopeful smile of his was back and as effervescent as it was before. He was completely ridiculous, but your life had been missing ridiculousness for a long time. Maybe, just maybe, he would be good for you.

“You better not get me killed, you ridiculous man.” You placed your hand into The Doctor’s palm. The Doctor’s smile then grew into a joyous one as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand softly.

“I’d never let that happen. I promise. Now let’s get going.” Before you could respond, The Doctor ran out of your kitchen, pulling you out of your chair and along behind him toward an apparent alien attack.

Plus One

Whittaker!Master x Fem!Reader

Summary - The Master breaks into your house to confront you about where you were while you were not travelling with her.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Master being drunk and irrational

Word Count - 1026

A/n - Implied Fem!Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy!

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“Look at you. Sneaking back after a date. That doesn’t seem like you, Y/n.”

The Master aggressively jeered as soon as you opened the door to your flat. She was sitting in your living room armchair, her legs spread wide and domineering in appearance. It was clear to you that she had moved your chair to the corner of the room, probably to look more intimidating to you once you saw her, but something seemed off. Of course, The Master intimidated you, but in a crush type of way, not in a real threat type of way. You were terrified of disappointing her. 

This was different, though. This seemed like a real threat directed at you. The Master was actively trying to scare you. One of her hands was clawed into the stuffing of the armchair and the other was gripping a nearly empty glass of orangy-brown alcohol. It looked like whisky, but you couldn’t be sure. You looked past her briefly to see a fancy alcohol bottle on one of your side tables. It was alien, so that didn’t really help you in discerning what it was, but it informed you of the fact that The Master really wanted to get drunk. If she didn’t, then she would have just drunk your Human alcohol.

“Won’t your date be jealous if they discover you staring at me like that? The Master leered at you and looked you up and down with seething anger.

“Okay, I’m going to be blunt, I have no idea what you're talking about or why you are upset, Master.”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n! You asked me to take you back to Earth urgently and specifically at this time. I planned to stop by because I was bored, as I often am when you are not around, and I see you leave your house in an extravagant outfit with a full face of makeup. You were clearly out with someone, and I want to know who they were so I can destroy them. You are my companion. You’re mine and you always will be!” 

“You really have completely misinterpreted this situation -” You laughed anxiously but The Master cut you off before you could explain.

“You dare accuse me of misunderstanding something when you have gone behind my back to fool around with some peasant!”

“All I did was go to a friend’s wedding! I didn’t go on a date.” The Master halted her aggressive, accusatory hand movements and slumped in confusion. 

“A wedding! Well, why didn’t you tell me? I love weddings! Great places to scope out new victims.”

“It’s a Human wedding.”

“But that’s still a wedding! I would have loved to go! Why not let me join you as your date?”

“Oh! I don’t know maybe because one: you hate Humans. Two: Humans would be the only race present at the wedding. And three: you hate Humans! Why would I invite you somewhere that would cause you to kill someone?”

“I wouldn’t kill anyone if you didn’t want me to. The worst I would do would be to cause a serious injury.”

“That is not any better, Master.”

“Well, technically -”

“Why are you so upset about this?”

“I don’t know. I just want to be seen with you.”

“Even if you want to kill everyone around you out of annoyance?”

“At least everyone will know that you are mine.”

“If someone close to me is getting married, then I will invite you as my plus one, okay, Master?” The Master happily nodded to you and then downed the last bit of her drink. She then tried to stand up but wobbled and fell back into your living room chair. You rushed over and helped the alien stand up. You wondered what she had been drinking and how much she had. 

“Where’s your TARDIS?”

“Down the street.” Since The Master’s TARDIS was too far away, you just decided to let her stay in your bedroom to sleep off her drunkenness.

“Well, how did you get in here?”

“Sonic laser. Very good at opening windows.”

“Okay, you’ll be fixing that once you are sober.” 

Eventually, the two of you struggled and sloshed to your bedroom. You tried to get some information out of The Master about the best way to take care of her in her drunken state, but she wasn’t incredibly coherent. The alcohol seemed to be hitting her all at once and she just seemed overjoyed about the fact you promised to bring her as your date for an upcoming wedding. 

You brought The Master a giant glass of water and made her drink a good portion of it before you forced her to change out of her incredibly fancy outfit. You gave The Master some of your sleep clothes and moved to give her some privacy. But she wanted you to stay with her in case she fell. You saw through her lie, though. She was a bad liar when drunk. The Master obviously wanted you to see her half-naked. You also changed into some sleep clothes, which caused The Master to fumble and ogle you drunkenly for a moment. But after many drunken delays, you and The Master crawled into bed and snuggled up together. You were shocked again; The Master was incredibly cuddly when drunk.

“Master, I don’t want to upset you, but I was offered to bring a plus one to this wedding.”

“Well, why didn’t you invite me if you had the opportunity to bring your own guest?” The Master’s head jolted upward in order to look you in the eye.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you hate Humans, Master?”

“But I like you. No other Humans matter because I like you.” The Master slumped forward and cuddled into your chest. You tried your best to not become flustered by this action or The Master’s confession.

“I like you, too, Master.”

“Promise to invite me in the future?”

“I promise. Now we should get some sleep, especially you.”

“Ugh fine, but only because you are the one telling me to do so. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Master. Sleep well.”

Books Read In April 2024

The Monster Of Elendhaven by Jennifer Giesbrecht

The Sorcerer Of Pyongyang by Marcel Theroux

Big Swiss by Jen Beagin

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sosuke Natsukawa

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

What You Are Looking For Is In The Library by Michiko Aoyama

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher (Second Read)

What Feasts At Night by T. Kingfisher

Chlorine by Jade Song

I have so many requests and ideas that I have to finish, but should I write a Dhawan!Master fic based on Mastermind by Taylor Swift? 👀👀👀

Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024

General Autumnal Bash Info

This bash will take place from October to November. 

I will be posting fics every Monday and Friday, along with some Holidays and planned special days(like the 17th of October due to the Hunter’s Moon appearing that night).

If I miss a posting day I will either post on Saturday or the next closest posting day.

And sleepover questions will be posted on Saturdays.

Frightful Fic Info

When requesting you can either be specific or vague. Just please remember to state what prompt you are requesting.

I gave brief descriptions of the prompt, but this Autumnal Bash is meant to be chill and fun.

So if you have any ideas relating to the prompt that I haven’t listed, I will happily accept that.

For example, the prompt Skull involves candy. I didn’t list trick or treating in the brief description so as to not make it confusing with the Trick or Treat prompt. But if you want to specify a trick or treating fic under the Skull prompt, that counts :) 

If a prompt doesn’t match the description, I’ll try to reach out to you, if possible, and get something worked out with your fic(s) so you get something that you will enjoy reading.

But you can also be vague: just requesting a prompt and allowing me to choose a character and a setting that I think connects is fully acceptable.

If there are multiple requests of the same prompt(and the same character requested), I might combine them depending on the requests. 

But if there are multiple, seperate fics then I will most likely post those requests on the same day to keep the theme of the day consistent.

Again, I just want this to be a fun little thing for me and my community during this time of year to bring something exciting to the table while I’m in school.

Accepting Requests Dates - 

October Requests - now until the 20th of October

November Requests - now until the 10th of November

Characters Available For This Bash

All Doctor Who(NuWho) Characters - including AU versions

Spooky Sleepover Saturdays Info

Questions can be asked at any time or as many times as you want. 

I will be posting my responses to everything on Saturdays, though. 

Again, as I said above, please remember to mention the prompt in your question.

Also, we don’t have to do sleepovers, I just thought that this would be fun :)

Ghost’s Frightful Fic Prompts

Trick or Treat - A fic involving your choice of Halloween themed angst or fluff

Skull - A fic involving candy or sweets

Black Cat - A fic involving or inspired by a superstition 

Spider - A fic involving an unwanted guest

Bat - A fic involving a spooky furry friend, animal, or stuffed animal

Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations

Vampire - A fic involving a Halloween themed drink(s)

Zombie - A fic involving a Halloween themed food(s)

Witch - A fic involving dressing up for Halloween, costume shopping, or anything involving a Halloween costume

Devil - A fic involving a character being betrayed 

Skeleton - A fic involving a Halloween party 

Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns

Leaves - A fic involving playing in a pile of leaves, admiring the autumn leaf colours or that fallen leaf crunch

Apple Bobbing - A fic involving going to an Orchard, going apple bobbing, drinking apple cider, or getting a caramel apple

Corn Maze - A fic involving going to a corn maze, getting lost in a corn maze, getting lost in general, or even going on a hay bale ride

Bonfire - A fic involving a campfire, Bonfire night, roasting marshmallows, huddling in front of a fireplace for warmth, or candles

Pie - A fic involving baking: baking together, giving someone freshly baked dessert, or ordering dessert at a restaurant

Butternut Squash - A fic involving a savoury meal: soup, butternut squash pasta, or a Thanksgiving meal

Sweater - A fic involving borrowing another person’s sweater/jacket/scarf, the first day getting to wear a sweater, or a shopping day for new autumn clothing

Flannel - A fic involving blankets, pillows, or a sleepover

Thunderstorm - A fic involving a rainy day inside, getting caught in a downpour or anything with rain

Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage

Frost - A fic involving the first cold day in Autumn, the first frost or first snow, or even a foggy afternoon (because I wanted to add fog as a separate thing, but ended up not doing that)

Extra Possible Prompts To Choose From - 

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Pick a character, line, or scene from either Beetlejuice movie to inspire a fic

A Night Of Fright Is No Delight - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Scooby Doo episode or any other Scooby Doo, Where Are You? episode to inspire a fic

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Charlie Brown special to inspire a fic

The One With The Football - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Friends episode to inspire a fic

Doctor Who Day (23 November) - Pick a Doctor Who episode title or quote to inspire a fic

Hozier Song - Pick a Hozier song or song lyric to inspire a fic

Ghost Song - Pick a Ghost song or song lyric to inspire a fic 

Dead Man’s Party - Pick a song or song lyric from this Oingo Boingo album to inspire a fic

Horror Movie - Pick a horror movie to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)

Spooky Movie - Pick a spooky movie (a Halloween movie that isn’t a Horror movie) to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)

Ghost’s Spooky Sleepover Saturdays

I Was A Teenage Werewolf - Recommend a Halloween tradition or what is your favourite Halloween tradition? 

Goo Goo Muck - Recommend a song you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween song?

Weird Science - Recommend a movie or tv show that you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween to show or movie?

Monster Mash - What is your favourite band/artist, album or your favourite song?

Graveyard Smash - What song are you listening to or obsessed with right now?

Handbook For The Recently Deceased - What is your favourite book?

All Work And No Play - What book do you want to read or are excited for?

The Rocky Horror Picture Show - What is your favourite movie or tv show?

Poltergeist - What movie or tv show do you want to watch or are excited for?

Corpse Bride - Kiss Marry Kill

Scream - Fuck Marry Kill 

Twitches - Would you rather?

Casper - Favourite Character in a Fandom

Get Out - Least Favourite Character in a Fandom

The Lighthouse - What is your favourite ship?

Talk To Me - Tell me something about you

Hocus Pocus - Any other question you would like to ask me? (please keep it fun for the sleepover, message me if you have a serious question)

Planned Posting Schedule - 

Friday, 4 October 2024 - First Fic Posting Day

Saturday, 5 October 2024 - First Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 7 October 2024 

Friday, 11 October 2024 

Saturday, 12 October - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 14 October 2024 

Thursday, 17 October 2024 

Friday, 18 October 2024 

Saturday, 19 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 21 October 2024 

Friday, 25 October 2024 

Saturday, 26 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 28 October 2024 

Thursday, 31 October 2024 

Friday, 1 November 2024 

Saturday, 2 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 4 November 2024 

Tuesday, 5 November 2024 

Friday, 8 November 2024 

Saturday, 9 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 11 November 2024 

Friday 15 November 2024 

Saturday, 16 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 18 November 2024 

Friday, 22 November 2024 

Saturday, 23 November 2024 - Fic Posting Day and Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 25 November 2024 

Thursday, 28 November 2024 

Friday, 29 November 2024 - Final Fic Posting Day

Saturday, 30 November 2024 - Final Spooky Sleepover Saturday

* I will link everything, once it is posted, in a separate masterlist

** On said masterlist, that is where I will title the dates with their corresponding prompt.

*** If no one wants to do this, it’s totally fine. I just thought that it would be a cool thing to do.

About to start watching season 2 of The Great… I’m ready for my Count Orlo hyper fixation and Sacha Dhawan hyperfixations to return!!!