Share your character's thought on what they think it is. . .

Iron. Didn't iron do something to ghosts? Or was that fairies? Fey shit? Whatever. He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed the iron poker, then started waving it at the ghost. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

“Do I look like Ebeneezer Scrooge?! Get lost, I've no heart of gold lost under grief to save.”

“If you're looking for handouts, you've come to the wrong place.”

"Who the hell are you?" A question he's found himself repeating a lot these days.

Not this guy again.

“That quiet, hm?”

The deity took a seat and drew a moon in the dirt. Then, he turned to the prophet.

“I don’t know if I can entertain you, but you can try.”

QOTD (for real this time)

What’s the biggest challenge you face as a writer?

#Queekisms

What we need—and I can’t believe I’m saying this because I hate the show, but for a gimmick idea it would be cool—is MVRP Big Brother.

Trap a bunch of all-powerful, all-petty muses in a house and see what the fuck happens.

"Visions of people you don't recognize...?"

Pit hummed curiously, carefully leaning himself against a small floating spot of light he conjured.

"Care to describe it to me? I know a lot of beings in this world. Maybe I can understand it."

“ Umm… hi? “

She slowly brought her hand up to her head and felt around a bit. Maybe she accidentally left a magnet on herself and she’s just high as a kite right now…

Nope. No magnet. This is actually happening. What the fuck.

“ Who the hell are you? Am I being haunted or something? “

If she was in a horror movie, doing something like this would probably get her killed.

But, against her better judgment, K decides to go over and check things out anyways. She swaps out one of her hands for a gun and approaches the mysterious smoke, looking around the area cautiously.

“ …hello? “

"I'll be sure to let you know! Though uh... something I can do for you? What might that be?" He asked curiously, tilting his head.

He genuinely couldn't think of anything to ask about. But he was curious about what this spirit may need from him.

"I'll certainly do my best to help."

Pit watched on at him for a moment, quite amazed at the moment. What an interesting man.

"I can think of a lot of times I would have liked to have a prophet in my corner."

Several...

So many things.

"But...I haven't been too worried about the future lately, oddly enough."

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Pit, deity of light. I had been on my way to see Hades and Persephone with some cookies. Would you like one?"

Can ghosts even eat?

Pit isn't sure, it seemed rude not to offer though.

Pit blinked a moment, quite surprised before laughing softly, "Sorry sorry. I just hadn't seen you before. I didn't expect a new face."

Nor ones surrounded by a blue flame circle but that was besides the point.

"Who might you be?"

@nolongeryou.bsky.social

Pit's just trotting along to go visit Hades and Persephone with some cookies and vegetables he's made (and grown.)

It's not a difficult way to walk anymore, even though the Underworld once felt so hard to face.

Yet there's an unfamiliar presence this time.

"Hello?"

He laughs at his confusion, continuing their little waltz in the air. As best he could, anyway.

"It's just a little fun, darling~"