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[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Escape?

TWs: gun mention, choking, panic, blood. what happens after Promotion

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

As it turns out, focusing on not choking to death is harder than I thought. Get distracted a little too much and I forget how to breathe. The handcuffs are digging into my wrists again, and I’m not sure this is something I can get out of, and I’ll probably- No. I’m fine, we’re fine. This is fine. I can get out of this, I just need to think. Aren’t I already thinking though? No, back on track. I can’t just spit the damn gun out, but I can't just sit here and wait either. I could do without the drooling, but that requires getting rid of the gun, which… Fuck. Okay.

The pipes aren’t very helpful, in fact they’re the exact opposite. No wonder, and- Fucking hell, I forgot to breathe right again. If i could stop crying too that would be nice, it’s hard to figure out what i can do when everything is blurry. I feel bad for people who need glasses, cuz if they lose them- no, work on getting out, stop thinking about other stuff. 

It's been hours since Detective left, which… I don’t think he’d actually leave me to die, would he? He wouldn’t, he can’t just let me die, that’s- NO, no, don’t think about him, that's, we can open that when I’m not half dead. I don’t know how long it's been exactly, my only lightsource was the flickering LED light near the door, and the windows are boarded up, so the sun won’t help me. All warehouses are boarded up, which is why they’re so popular probably, but- damn it, this gun is making everything harder than it has to be.

Taking a deep breath is a little hard right now, so what can I do? There’s nothing near enough I could grab, and he cuffed them up so even if there was something right there the cuffs wouldn’t give me enough room to reach down. There’s- shit, there’s nothing I can do but wait and hope I don’t die. 

Detective will come back, though, he has to. He can’t, he wouldn’t just abandon me in here to- No. He said he’d be back, so he’s coming back, and maybe he’ll let me go, then I can… run, or something. He wouldn’t arrest me, not after everything he’s given to keep me alive. Right? He’ll let me go, then we can figure something out, and I can ask him what’s going on, and… No, that’s, he got mad at me for asking questions, so just don’t talk. But he never got mad before? 

I can’t- I need, I need to calm down, if i panic then I’ll start choking again and i can’t, it hurts and-It’s fine, I’m fine, I’m okay, he just got a little angry, detective doesn’t actually wanna hurt me. He’s just angry because of the promotion thing, he doesn’t hate me, it’s fine, he’ll let me go when he gets back. He will, I just, I need to calm down and breathe. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have gotten so loud, I should’ve just left, and he’d still like me, i should’ve- Fuck, it hurts, my wrists are burning and probably bleeding and the gun is digging into the back of my throat and probably leaving bruises but its fine, I just need to stay. Calm. The detective will be back, and he’ll take everything off, and make it stop hurting like he always does… Right?

The door slammed open and I jerked, choking and panicking and- Breathe, breathe, you’re okay, you’re fine, it’s okay. It was just the wind, or the detective, there’s no need to be so scared, you’re fine. I tried to listen for anything, but all I could hear was my own ragged breathing. I tried to blink back a new round of tears at the lack of sounds, but I don’t know why Detective is like that, and my wrists and throat hurt and I’m so confused, and I don’t like this, please, I’ll- i’ll be quiet and good and, and-

“Hello?”

…What? That, that's not detective, but maybe they, they’ll help? But what if they hurt me? Or, or, or, they don’t like me? They’ll just leave me here, like, like… I sobbed, I can’t do this, I wanna go, it hurts and i'm tired and, and-

“Oh, hello there, little boy blue. In quite the predicament, I see. I don’t suppose you’d like to be released, hm?” 

I tried blinking to clear my vision, because there’s, there’s someone right there. They were standing next to the toolbox that hid me from the rest of the warehouse, a blur of black and gold and silver, and- wait. 

I nodded, hoping they knew what I meant, and they stalked closer, kneeling down to look me in the eye. I whined and looked at their mask, a whirl of gold and red and dark gray. They just stared, before reaching over and untying the rope holding the stupid fucking gun in my mouth. 

“What’s little boy blue doing out here, hm? This isn't the best place for children, you know.” He said, watching as I coughed and gasped for air. I tried to form words, but got distracted by my task of inhaling as much air as I could.

“I- fuck…” I whimpered, as the man grabbed my chin and shifted my head back and forth.

“That's certainly an interesting way to shut someone up, no? Good thing the safety was on, at least. What’s your name, little boy blue?” He prattled, smooth voice making it impossible to hear anything else. He commanded attention so loudly, with his colors and voice and-

“Um… Ghost, si-ir.”

“Ghost? How fascinating. What’s a little creature like you doing back here? Quite the dangerous place.”

“... I was- was with… the detective-”

“Oh? The detective? Adorable, you still trusting the law. Who put you here, Ghost?” He held my face still, and it started to feel like everything was swaying. I hope the handcuffs didn’t cut too deep. Oh, am I supposed to answer?

“The, the, um… Detective. He was- angry.” It hurt worse to talk than with the gun jammed in my throat, huh. That’s not good. 

“...The detective you were with, did this to you.” 

It wasn’t a question but I still nodded, trying to see past the tears and failing miserably. Again. I hope he’s not mad, I can’t handle anyone yelling right now. Actually, it was hard to hear what he was saying. I could see him talking but it felt like everything was spinning in a whirlpool around me. That’s not good. He glanced over at my hands, which I haven't been able to feel for a bit now, actually. He snapped one cuff off, then the other before saying something that got lost in the spin of colors and sounds. Oh, my hands don’t look good, that’s a lot of blood. I think I might be sick, everything is spinning so fast. 

The swirl of colors that made the man lifted me onto my feet, before I felt something prick the side of my neck. I hope I get some fucking chocolates after all this, I mumbled as the ground got startlingly close all of a sudden.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

ghost does NOT like being handled and im also a tinsy bit skittish around trying to handle him cause he has bitten me before but instead of scattering his food like normal this evening i let him come take some food out of the palm of my hand and he half-stood in my hand to do so. PROGRESS!!!!

[backfromtwitterforw]

Huge props to Quackity for making a statement so quickly and adressing the facts honnestly. No organization is perfect and I don't think any of us would expect QSMP to be that, but things like paying your employees and treating them well are too important not to be changed.

I'm still waiting to see what concrete changes will be put in place, but my respect for Quackity deepens with every problem he had to face. He always did his best, always listened to the community, and, yes, mistakes were made, and mistakes will be made, but he never erased himself from those problems, he always took credit for what he could've done better, acknowledge what was done wrong, and took action to make things better.

I love QSMP with all my heart, the project, the fandoms I discovered (Ghosties, Tubblings <3), and I felt so bad about what Léa revealed (she was so brave for that, love her for it). I trust in whatever will be decided in the next few days/weeks.

Sending love to Quackity and every person that suffered in this amazing project, I truly hope and believe things will get better. As I said, they have my entiere trust and respect.

PS : please Quackity, either make more merch or allow us to help, I'm sure a lot of us would be willing to give if we know it's well used!

[monstersandmaw]

Hi ghosti! h

Wanted to say that binging through your masterlists (many of which I've held close for years by now) has gotten me through a really, really rough time. I'm finally leaving my toxic, queerphobic family, picked an entirely new name and hoping to officially change it by spring/summer. And though it hurts like mad, as I'm effectively leaving behind both branches of my extended family as well, I know in my heart this will be the best decision.

Your characters offered me comfort when I was trapped with no way out and afterwards when I was still under their thumb, brought me on to their world when mine was unbearable, and for that I cannot thank you enough.

Maybe this is entirely random, but I just really wanted to express my gratitude SOMEHOW and this was the best I could do lol.

Thank you for being awesome. Thank you for being an inspiration for a fellow writer. Thank you for being you and the beautiful mindscapes you've brought forth. I'm glad to have found you before, and I'm glad to stay here and vibe with both the familiar dreams as well as the new to come.

Thank you. Kiitos. <3

Sincerely,

Magus of The Moongrove

This is one of the most beautiful asks I’ve ever received. I wish you only good things as you embark on this amazing new chapter of your life.

My library/reading nook full of stories is open for everyone who needs a safe place to curl up and take refuge from things for a while, so knowing it provided that for you is an immense comfort to me and a wonder I cannot describe.

I’m so deeply sorry that you’ve had to endure everything you have. My stories and characters will always be here for you, and we all wish you every success in this new life you’re creating for yourself!! You’re brave and wonderful and, for what it’s worth, I’m so proud of you.

Faithfully, your friendly neighbourhood Ghosti.

.🤍👻🤍.

[liquidluckandstuff]

For the ask game : S A L U T (french for "hi" I amost wrote "cock" btw but it made me laugh so much I got embarrassed)

(for A : you pick! If you have a fun anecdote about one of your fic titles <3)

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

(I answered this one a little bit ago lol so copy + paste)

besides the corn prompts?

Voldemort being a total simp over Harry. Like feral obsessed. So enraptured he would sacrifice a death eater just to be in the same room with him.

Harry being forced to make a horcrux

Harry being remade into a horcrux or getting horcrux pt2

anything that focuses on their connection and codependencies

Parseltounge

A: How did you come up with the title to His Brave Boy?

Me and my beta came up with it. We came up with it first because I said it like.. once? I in the fic, and then went back and said it again and again because it was just so sweet.

One of my favorite things i've ever written but I know its not going to get very popular so I'm just kind of like :/ right now.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Well, I edit over and over AS I write then I usually do a good hard edit once I finish so like... I don't know how to count that.

U : Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Latley?

Evaleon70 - one of those situations where all that creativity was overflowing and when the damn finally broke its kick ass story after kickass story. @i-dream-of-libraries

Ghosty - this is gonna sound crazy but so many good drabbles on twitter that i adore (and im so irritated they don't post them on ao3 because BESTIE you're gonna lose them 😭 ) actually idk their ao3 yet but we are working on something 🌶️ together 👀

Leafiloaf - also writer? No. But who woudn't want to include them in a faves list? Their art is always on point and gives my brain a million different ideas and makes me want to drop current wip against my will to go write them. @leafiloaf

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I kind of already answered this one again in another one so (copy+Paste)

Im going to answer this softly and not with the Hard corn topics.

Furry stuff freaks me out. Like life your best life, but the fur and animal features and behavior make me feel unwell. But omegaverse stuff where everyone looks human? I can get on that.

I think established relationship is something i can't do simply because i LOVE the build up and chase. I have a really hard time reading it.

Infidelity. Nope I would rather they murder their spouse than cheat.

The humiliation stuff. Like Harry being humiliated in front of death eaters? (especially with the corn/ voyerims stuff) it makes me so uncomfy.

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Day Five- Reverse Phasmo Au Chapter 3

    The breaker is off the next morning. Again. Clover groans as she shivers in the house. She should. She should really draw those curtains back. That would probably be a smart idea. 

    As she lets the light into the house, even the warm sun cannot hide the chill of the house. Clover doesn’t know if its because the breaker is off or because there is an actual ghost in the house. A ghost that she has realized is going to be a very big problem. And because they are gonna be a big problem, Clover needs to find a solution. Which means going back up there. With the ghost. Who throws stuff at her.

    Maybe she waits a little bit. Clover has actually brought a jacket this time, and sure, its a little dark inside, but she can make do with the sun streaming through the ratty curtains and her phone flashlight. The ghost didn’t really do anything harmful, granted, just threw things and made her house cold and kept during off the breaker, but well. Its a ghost. Clover isn’t dumb enough to go into a room with a ghost anymore than she had to. 

    And so, she works. She wipes down the desk, cleans out abandoned paperwork, and sweeps and mops the floor, making the place liveable. Some of the furniture probably needs to be thrown out, but a lot of it is fine, which makes Clover’s job easier. Yes, she has a ghost living in her house, but at least she doesn’t have to pay for a nice desk. 

    The pictures on the wall show the previous family who lived here, two parents and three kids it looks like, the ones presumably chased out by the ghost, and Clover doesn’t want to just throw them out, even though she doesn’t really like the idea of having random strangers staring at her while she does what she needs to do. She puts a picture of a teenage boy holding out a fake sword towards the other two younger children by the paperwork, and vows to try to find the owners as she smiles at the playful scene. It would be a shame if such sentimental pictures were thrown away.

    No wonder they needed such a big house. Unlike the family, Clover has all these rooms to herself and her projects, and she really doesn’t need this much space. But the house has plenty of capacity  for if she wants multiple guests over and a room for her cat and an office area. And apparently room for her forced roommate. Because Clover still has no idea what to do about the ghost.

    Clover does know what to do about the dusty bookshelf in front of her, though. She wipes away the dirt that has accumulated and carefully glosses over the spines of fantasy books and old time classics. Surely the family wouldn’t mind if she read some of them. The Lord of the Rings trilogy looks very tempting. Not that she could read it with the current lighting situation.

    Clover sighs when she realizes she is going to have to go back up to the storage area soon. It’s getting darker outside, and she at least wants to finish sorting out this room before she leaves. She is going to have to brave the cold area and the ghost who throws a ton of things and turns off the breaker. 

    The stairs creak again as she walks up them. She is really going to have to get those fixed, the sound is already getting a little bit annoying. Clover goes through the room near the top of the stairs, and feels a jolt of pride upon realizing she didn’t even get lost this time. The doorknob to the closed off storage room is cold again, and Clover shivers as soon as she twists it and walks in again.

    “Hello again ghostie. I appreciate the day-long break. I tried to do as much work as I could without the lights. I even brought a jacket this time. But it is getting to be night again! And I need to continue working. So uh, if you don’t mind, I am just gonna turn this breaker on over here.” She says, turning her head around the room. There isn’t any response. Even when Clover flips the switch, the ghost is suspiciously quiet. 

    “Alright then. Thank you.” Clover says, inching back across the room. She stumbles across the cross she had left there last time. “Ah. I forgot about this. Um. I am just gonna leave that here for you as a gift. Ghosts like crosses, right? She says, going towards the doorway and stepping out of the room.

    The ghost appears near the cross as soon as Clover steps outside, and she yelps at the sudden appearance. They look her in the eyes, and smile and lean down to the gift. And then the cross lights up in flame as the ghost lets out a silent laugh.

    “Ah, alright then.” Clover says faintly. “Not the religious type, I see.” She says, before hurrying down the stairs for the second time in two days. 

[xx-4d4msf4m1ly-xx]

Spectre Profile

Now that Tempyst has gotten around to introduce herself, it may as well be my turn...I am the major (3rd-in-command) after all Knowledge not expressed in the profile: How Adam gave me this name: I'm silent but deadly >;3 Nicknames: Ghostie, Ghost cat, & Pigeon (STOP!!!) Gender: Agender (they/them) Age: 5,125 (physically in late 20s-pushing 30) *when I made blog Height: 5'8 Physique: Slim & muscular Skills: - Stealth (one of the best at it too hehehe) - Parkour master - Fast runner & not so bad with flight either - Deceit - Manipulation tactics - Quick reflexes - Weapon versatility - Incredibly high street smarts (*again, I DON'T) - Charisma - Some degree of leadership skills - Fairly strong - High stamina (8/10 pain tolerance) Likes: - Shades (white, gray, & black) - CATS!!! - Warrior cat fan stories - Tim Burton art - Horror stories & films - Exterminations - Jumpscaring sinners - Just how much of a girlboss Lute is of a Commander - Dark humor - Alcoholic/bitter coffee (anything bitter really) - Digital drawing - Exploring the creepiest places (usually Exterminates in the most nightmarish places of Hell) - Scheming (you didn't read that hahahaha) - Foggy & cloudy days - Fleetfire (RIP my beloved ;-;) - Laret - Walking/flying at night - Testing the concept of redemption Dislikes: - Adam not taking his leadership seriously enough - Lute's instability - CARMILLA (HOW DARE YOU KILL FLEETFIRE) - Overly judgmental & narrow-minded individuals - Heaven's flawed government - Hell - Xerxes (it's...personal...) - Whoever hurts or kills my dearest close connections - Not avenging Fleetfire's death - Being called a pigeon (BRUH I AM A CAT!!!) - Vaggie (for a while anyways...) - Exorcists not taking their roles seriously & being foolish - Colors - Overly sweet food & beverages Personality (in general): - Apathetic - Cynical - Overly competent - Seems to have a short fuse (but in actuality, is capable of avoiding impulsive actions) - Calculating - Manipulative (whether for the good or terrible) - Fiercely brave - Stubborn - Open-minded - Sadistic & malicious - Harsh af - Aloof yet capable of socializing - Fiercely loyal & caring to those I'm attached to - Vengeful Text Color

[fruit-salad-ship]

Love the haunted house ideas, also love the ideas of ghost Pokémon being excited to have helpful jobs being playfully scary. Maybe Plum and Grey get some of the ghosties around Dotaku to sneak up on Peach when they know it won’t cause too much trouble (Plum’s threshold for “too much” being much higher than Grey’s). Maybe a surprise pumpkaboo mixed in a normal pumpkin patch in the fall

A number of horrible tricks plum has played, that worked:

Ghastly inhabiting the mannequins that the gift shop use for displaying things. Peach going to a store room to get supplies for work, lights don't work, fuse probably blew (plum removed it) so she just uses the torch on her phone, reminds herself to fix that later. Sees something move, suddenly eight of these faceless human looking things are running at her and she just fucking BOLTS. No hesitation, scared out of her god damn mind, she's out the building before anyone knows whats going on. Plum has to coax her out of a tree after explaining...after she stopped laughing of course.

An entire pack of Palossand mimicking a beach, waiting until Peach goes for a run, like clockwork hitting the same stretch, immediately finds it impossible to stop sinking, weird sand hands trying to drag her further in, totally panicking, Plum's cackling somewhere in a bush. Before anything rational can be done, Val floods the beach with flames, peach is able to get out of the sinkhole she was being dragged into, its resistance suddenly gone, the hands turn to weird glass and shatter, and she is sprinting out there onto solid rocky ground, trying to figure out what happened, trying to catch her breath. The sands start to move again, recovered from the heat, turning back to the pokemon's original form, waving with big sand hands in a jovial way, Plum's horrid little giggle somewhere, Peach just shouting into the abyss, insulting her, she knows she's listening in close by.

Misdreavus told to move around in mirrors for a week, stay unseen but shift things, play with the reflections. Peach almost doesn't notice, until about day 3 in the week, she passes by a window, and notices for a split second her reflection turns its head to look at her, impossible, she didn't move her head. Again at night, she turns the bathroom light off, and notices she's still visible in the mirror across the room, in a...totally different place to where she should be standing. light back on, everything's normal. Even in the black screen on her computer she notices things standing behind her when theres nothing there. By the end of the week she's covered all the reflective surfaces in her home, Grey thinks she's having a breakdown, Plum has to let him in on the trick, so he doesn't worry. The final straw before the prank becomes clear? Peach gets brave, tries to catch the reflections out, sits up all day and night, eyes glued to a mirror so she doesn't miss anything, expects nothing, thinks she's going mad, but her sitting form in the reflection GETS UP AND STARTS WALKING TOWARDS HER. The mirror seems to want to crack as it reaches the surface, putting a hand on it, its form vibrating, threats to break. She fuckin' RUNS, out into the middle of no where, no reflections, no surfaces, shouting nonsense about how she knew she wasn't going crazy! When Plum reveals the trick, you can see the final shred of patience in her tighten, she'd have snapped if she wasn't so tired.

Double whammy, Jellicent, echoing the sounds of someone calling for help, forcing peach to peer over an edge into the ocean, reluctant to get too close. Ice cold long arms grab her by the leg, pulled down into the water, scrambling to not lose her grip, fails, Jellicent have a paralytic nature to their grasp, she's freaking out trying to figure a way free of the situation, head just below the water, before an irritating purple blur appears above, and the grip is released suddenly, she's free to get back to the surface, get out there fast. Plums sniggering, loves to push Peach, like poking a bear, gets a kick out of it. That one perhaps went too far, she realises this when peach does not get up off the floor, just lying there trying to calm the panic, a real menacing look on her face, plum is aware she is dead when the feeling in the professors legs come back. Gets a head start on running to safety.

All in all, plums so cruel, but always stays in control, ranger levels of preparation and organisation, theres very small windows for serious harm to occur. You'd think its unkind but Peach gives as good as she gets, just in different ways.

[nichoberri]

Hi new bestie😊♥️ I would you write a cravity reaction to watching a scary movie with their crush please

hiiiiiii cutie💕 here you go:

serim

laughs when they get scared

but still wants to protect them from the scarwy ghosties 🥺

wants to be brave in front of their crush so pretends to be coughing when he actually low-key screamed from fright

“n-no i absolutely did not just squeal!”

allen

he’s actually pretty chill

but he becomes soooo soft when his crush is scared

they’re burying their head into his chest so he hugs them close and whispers that it’s not real and everything’s all right

“hey...do you want to cuddle?”

jungmo

is petrified of the horror movie that’s playing on the screen

buuuut he does see it as an opportunity to get some affection from his crush

so he amps the screaming up and hopes his crush holds his hand or something

“it’s soooo scary, please hug me👀”

woobin

chill (2)

until there’s a jump scare

he’s so shocked that he squeaks and holds onto his crush’s arm for dear life

is embarrassed but happy that he made his crush giggle

*coughs* “ummm i’m just going to get some more snacks for us. what? i didn’t get scared.”

wonjin

knows he’s going to get scared but doesn’t want to seem like a wimp in front of his crush

so he resorts to trying to scare them and just be a little shit, overall

another one who sees an opportunity to get hugs, but this time it’s because his crush is scared

“oh no don’t be scared, i’m here to save you”

minhee

a n n o y i n g

teases his crush when they get scared

tries to be smooth, and acts big and strong

but we all know that this puppy would be terrified, and cling into his crush like a child while they’re sat their like 😑

“it’s okay i’m here to protect y- AAAAAAA!”

hyeongjun

it starts out all cute with him and his crush cuddled up watching the horror movie

but we all know how hyeongjun is

he suddenly couldn’t give a shit if his crush is there, he’s just TERRIFIED

every time he gets scared, he SCREAMS

even getting to the point that he’s have to put a blanket over his head or has to pause the movie so that he doesn’t pass out

“DON’T GO IN THE CLOSET, I SAID DON’T HIDE IN THERE! OMG SHE’S GONNA DIEEEEE!”

taeyoung

taeyoung tries to be smooth

and unlike minhee, he actually succeeds

slips an arm around his crush and pulls them closer to him when he knows they’re scared

still laughs at them when they get scared

yeah yeah there may be an axe murderer on a killing spree playing on the tv, but taeyoung is as content as can be with his crush by his side (omg that rhymed)

“i’m sorry for laughing but you’re just too cute”

seongmin

chill (3) surprisingly

is actually bold enough to hold his crush’s hand, even though neither of them are actually scared

the two sit and laugh at how stupid the characters are

and the other boys are sat there so confused as to why seongmin and his crush are so calm

“i know haha, why did they do that? idiots.”

[mack-and-cheese]

oh dearrr that is. not great oof hdjdhdr tbh I have so many assignments due for school but I’m being soo brave and casual abt it haha. but yea it’s me theclassyghost! and I believe in you, you can do it and it’ll be great :)

Aww thanks ghosty <3

[pinkyhaert]

"Awww, Ghosty! Ghosty!" Flow sing up up, looking down at this cute white and blue bunny. It was kind of werid it's almost as big an petrorabbit. But its sooo cute!

"Look at this little cutie!" Flow cooed her wing and finials were flapping so fast this might taken off.

"Hm?" The grey femme hummed, confused but walking over towards the excitable femme. (Cyberghost-scout) >:3

@cyberghost-scout

~ Deckerd’s Ears flicked slightly as the two bent down to get a closer look at him. Ah- So they didn’t recognize him like this huh? It has been a while since he’s last transformed into this after all. Better remind them who he is before they try to take him home as a pet like the cats. ~

“ I’m Flattered you think that way about me Flow- But I personally prefer my regular look.”

~ The little Bunny Brave hummed ~

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

my little ghostie, so brave in situations <3 if only i could write all of them

[a-sam-manson-screencap-a-day]

a few reasons why sam is the coolest: 1. goes back in time and tells the witch hunters to get a life 2. stands up to the goddamn government 3. WREKS ghosts on a regular basis 4. is the ultimate sassmeister--remember when she ended paulina’s entire career by calling her shallow? pepperidge farm remembers 5. equal rights advocate 6. collects vinyl records. we stan a cultured legend! 7. absolute style heroine, the colour coordination?? i m m a c u l a t e 8. is wealthy but not a dick about it 9. a fearless advocate of individuality & independence 10. literally has zero fucks to give when she stands up for herself & others, like she’s a loyal af friend but she’ll also tell u to stop being a dick  & like, she’s so brave??? flying around the ghost zone n’ shit for her ghosty boi but even before all that, she was brave enough to rock her own style! yas queen!! 

[hoeiplier]

me: *sees your post about emarc sucking Wilford's and Magnum's dick* || me: god, I wish that was me 👏😔

ur wish,,,,,my command, ur a brave anon to take a 12 and 11 inch dick at once, also sorry this is kinda bad, its 2 am and im sleep ;w; ~mod ghostie

///

“Yee be a brave soul,” Magnum chuckles. His hand gently nuzzling your cheek, a soft warmness surrounds him, one that lulls you to relax. To soften up to him, stroking his heavy cock with both your hands, biting your lip in a smirk. Your eyes, half lidded, flick down to his cock. Heavy, thick, throbbing in your hold as he shudders. Head falling back to enjoy the sensation of you.

That is, until a certain someone whines.

“C’mon, lovely!” Wilford groans, “I’ve been waiting so patiently! Can I just get the tiniest bit of action?”

“...It’s been less than 3 minutes.” Magnum rolls his eyes, resting his arm on the shorter ego.

“That’s like 3 years to me!” Wilford strokes his cock, your eyes wide as they look over his mere size alone. 12 whole inches, the head an exposed pink, the mere size of it more than you can manage without long foreplay and prep.

“Oh shush,” Magnum curses, “it isn’t that bad, especially when we have them for the rest of the night...”

The dark lustful look they both give you sends shivers down your spine. Knowing you’re in for it now. A smirk on your face as you kiss the tip of Magnum’s cock, then Wilford’s.

“I’ll try my best, just don’t break me, alright?”

Wilford giggles, nudging his cock towards your cheek, smearing pre cum along your face.

“No promises, sweetheart...”

///

You could hardly keep up. Your eyes shut tightly, humping into your own hand in between your legs. Stroking yourself, teasing yourself along as you work the two before you.

Just barely being able to get Magnum halfway down. His loud groans, his grip in your hair tight, his gaze looking over you as you take him down. The head of his cock nudging against the back of your mouth, tasting his pre cum dribble down your throat. Your head bobbing slowly up and down what you could handle.

“Such a treasure ye is,” Magnum, “None of me other mates ever got me down this far, ye have a talent, fuck--” he hisses. Your tongue swirling around the leaking head. Opening your eyes just a tiny bit. No doubt your face must be a mess.

But to Magnum, you look better than any sunrise at sea. 

He slowly thrusts in, just a few inches. listening to you moan around his head. Your tight pink lips wrapped around his cock, your hands holding it upright, looking deep into his own eyes as you take him down once more. 

“Fuck, ye feel so good, yer mouth feels better than anything, moan fer me, please--”

You do as you’re told. The low vibrations of your warm throat feeling like absolute heaven for the dear captain. 

Just as you started, you back up. Pressing a quick kiss to the head as you turn to the other ego.

His cock daunting, near intimidating as you open your mouth wide. Eyes on him as you slowly lower down. Slow and steady, slow and steady...

It’s not like you didn’t want this, you wanted it moreso than Wilford. It’s just the sheer size of his cock always needed...well, caution around.

“There we go,” Wilford mewls, “what a sweetheart you are, fuck....”

 The praise is music to your ears. Arching up, your hand moving along Magnum’s cock, stroking him gently. From the base to the middle, working him over as your lips stay tight around Wilford’s cock. Your eyes closing tight once more. Your hand still stroking yourself as you inch down and down. Wilford’s cock slowly filling your mouth, his sweet precum like heaven as you continue on.

The heavy head of his cock feels wonderful against your tongue. Bobbing ever so gently, your tongue continuing the swirling motions it did before with Magnum. Cheeks hallowed as you move yourself back and forth. Each part of your body moving in tune, stroking yourself, stroking Magnum’s cock, moving your head along Wilford’s cock. Stimulation high, arousal even higher as you still, and push yourself down further..

Weakly moaning around him, only getting 6 inches down your throat before you stop. Wilford’s hitching breath, his soft chuckle as you slowly open your eyes. The lustful gaze in his own as he smirks.

“What a champ you are! That’s the furthest you’ve gone, and fuck, do you look good like this. Don’t they, captain?”

“Absolutely. Down on their knees, trying to pleasure us. Fuck...”

“Maybe later, but for now, why don’t you show us what more that pretty mouth can do, eh?” Wilford giggles.

Your hand moves faster in between your legs. Looking forward to whatever the two have in store for you.

[kkulmoon]

SJSOBDOS AHHHHHH JOON. WEVERSE. MAGAZINE. I-----

I was reading your ask when i receive notif from weverse about his articlegdosjf. HOLY--- HE'S IN GLASSES LOOKING SOPHISTICATED AF I--- NOOOOOO 😭 THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING A JOONKOOK BIAS 😭 just... i cant live in peace anymore i just can't. I'm devastated 😔

I wonder if they come to photoshoots determine to kill us with their looks alone. Cuz if so they are amazing assassins. 😒

:') the universities gonna start contacting people around feb and march so i only need to keep my grade up and not fail any classes (a lot harder than i would like). Hopefully i get into one of them hehe.

My mom often make me bánh bèo when she know i'm feeling homesick so i guess that's my favorite viet dish XD.

I'm so glad that my ask make your day a little better 🥺 gosh i'm honored haha. I'm sorry if things has been a little difficult lately for you, just know i'm sending a ghostie hug with every ask (you cant feel it, but it's there)

Question of the day is... do you have favorite(s) plant or flower? What are they? Why? -Valley's Lilies

DUDEEEE SAMEEEEEEE!!!!! LITERALLY THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT ABOUT AFTER I WOKE UP. HE LOOKS SO GOOD IT HURTS T^T  I LOVE THE GLASSES AND JUST HIS ENTIRE LOOK, LIKE HIS EYES WOW 😳ohh damn being namkook biased is only for the brave lol, that would leave me in actual distress, i don’t know how you do it 🤧they probably do tbh, how else do they manage to give us these looks!!! also i wanna say thank u to the stylist i really love their outfits despite my love for colourful outfits.

ahhh you’ve got 3 months then, you can do it!! i’m cheering you on (very loudly, just so u know lol)

i just googled bánh bèo and it looks really good!! you’ve got me so curious about it, I’ll try and see if I can order it somewhere and taste it 👀

awwww i’m the one who’s honoured that u sent these asks T^T i mean things overall have gotten better this past week compared to the last, there’s just a lot happening that’s outside of my control and is affecting my mood 😩thank u for the ghostie hugs 😭i might not feel it on my body but i feel it in my heart, sending you my own bear hugs ♡

hmmmm i’m really bad at flowers tbh but the first two that come to mind are frangipanis and hibiscuses, i like all the colour variations but my favourites would have to be dwarf white frangipanis and orange hibiscuses. hmmm frangipani is a flower that is heavily tied to my childhood, most of the places I frequented then had frangipanis around. hibiscus happens to be a flower that I associate with a close friend of mine, cause her family used to have it at their dinner table whenever I visited, also I just like the flower lol. what is your favourite plant/ flower? why?

random as hell but it just starting snowing here as I was responding to this ask ❄️has it snowed yet where u live (if it even snows there lol) ? so for my question of the day i thought i would ask if you have any favourite music albums? or songs that mean a lot to you? if so why? hope u have a good day ✨🌸

[metalchick19-blog]

The Bowers Gang: Ship #8 - Belch Huggins

Request: I’m really tiny like REALLY. I’m 5’ feet (or 154cm I don’t know if the inches are correct). I’m redhead but not a true one because I dye them. I wear a lot of bands shirts or horror movies ones, and a lot of high waist skirts or dresses with belt and chains and a black hat all the time. My shoes are platforms from the new rock brand and sometimes I wear Santiag but it’s really rare. I always have a leather chocker around my neck with spikes on it. Peoples call me dog because of that but I don’t care because I feel good with it. I wear A TON of makeup (only because I love makeup so fucking much), and that’s usually black lipstick with red eyeshadow and eyeliner that’s all. I also have tattoos on my right tight and on my left arm. I literally can’t live without music and my favs bands are Aerosmith, Guns N’ Roses and Slash. That’s so basic I know, but I love them and I always want to dance and sing when I listen to their song, because they makes me feel so happy. I also love witchcraft and paranormal. I do believe so much in magic and ghosts and I love to walk around old abandonned places and talk about ghosts, aliens, demons ect, because for me it’s so fascinating and interesting. I’ve already played Ouija and it worked and I freaked out but loved it. Peoples think I’m a witch actually but I’m ok with that. I love watching horror movies so much, but I hate blood and gore, wich is pretty contradictory I know. I’m also scared easy even if I love all theses witchy/paranormal stuffs. Last thing is : I’m getting angry REALLY (too much) fast, and that’s a big problem because I have so many issues because of this. I do cry so much too because anger makes me cry and shake but I do love cuddles so much (not all the time but that feel good sometime to have someone who can give you hugs, that warm your heart). I do a lot of sex jokes too and my friends hates me for that but hey, it’s funny.

All the guys were attracted to you at some point, because they’re each turned on by different aspects of your style (Henry by your makeup, Patrick by your red hair, and Victor by your skirts/dresses)

But Belch (who knew he had to have you the second he saw just one of your epic band t-shirts) wound up coming out on top, because he’s the only member of The Bowers Gang with a proper respect for the greats

The greats being Axl Rose, Saul Hudson, and Steven Tyler 

All the other guys might pretend to be metal-heads (because bad boy aesthetic), but Belch is the only one who legitimately deserves the title

Seriously - he’s never more confident than he is when he’s talking about his music obsessions (i.e. rock, metal, and the development of those genres), and you’re one of the very few people in the world who ever gets to see him like that

Belch dominates the floor talking-wise, and his entire body language changes; for just a few minutes, he seems to lose all pretense of being meek or uncertain 

Aka: You get to meet confident Belch who knows what he’s talking about, and that’s a friggin’ miracle 

You guys have insanely long, thorough debates as to which current bands should be considered “real” rock bands 

These talks can last for hours at a time (because you’re both just passionate like that), and tend to take place around Belch’s kitchen bar 

The two of you just sit on your stools (next to each other, like the adorable humans you are) and crack open beer after beer, completely losing track of time listening to each other’s rants 

Usually neither of you notice how long you’ve been talking until the sun starts to set through the kitchen window - you’re just that into what one another is saying 

Belch shows you his vinyl collection (over 500 records, all alphabetized) 

This is great because 1.) that collection is Huggins’ pride and joy, which means you’re definitely his person if he wanted you to see it, and 2.) because everything sounds better on vinyl, and you never knew it until he showed you 

You come over to Belch’s place almost every day after initially finding this out, because you need that ear-sex feeling of the music pulsing all around you (*Steven Tyler’s voice pulsing all around you* - definitely a mood)

... And Belch honestly loves it, because watching you dance around his bedroom is literally the highlight of his life 

It was hard to get him to dance along with you the first few times you asked (he would just do a few awkward, timid movements before laughing and sitting down) but he now does it with you almost all the time

And when Huggins dances... he dances hard

We’re talking the robot, the sprinkler, everything 

... Which you’ve explained to him are not moves that should be done when listening to death-metal, but he just keeps saying he “knows you love it,” and persists in doing those moves

... You do kind of love it, though 

What can I say? You’ve led the man to his free spirit (and the world thanks you for doing so)

Belch also takes you to some well-known sites around town that are famous for tragedy (The Black Spot, the Ironworks Factory, etc.) so you can do paranormal investigations there

He actually almost took you to the Neibolt house once on Patrick’s suggestion, but decided to back out at the last minute because it was a Hockstetter idea

... Yeah, even Belch knows better than to trust Patrick with his physical well-being

Typically all the guys tag along for these paranormal activity trips though, because even though Belch wants to look tough for his girl, he doesn’t like the idea of scrapping with ghosties by himself 

... It’s truly a hilarious sight to see

Ghost-hunting missions typically entail you and Patrick being at the front of the pack (you trying to “make contact” as Patrick actively fucks with your process) while the rest of the guys trail lazily behind you 

Henry complains at least once every 3 minutes (”my fuckin’ legs hurt”/”why are we still out here” x10), Victor looks quietly at the scenery, and Belch just tries to look brave (but can’t hide how hard he’s listening to whether or not anything responds to your prompts - he’s silently praying nothing does)

Sometimes things do come through though, and it changes the atmosphere for everybody

... that is, everybody except for Patrick (who would refuse to believe in the occult even if he was levitated by Casper)

All arguing/off-handed banter comes to a stop, and the guys act way more on edge for the rest of the night

Typically involves a lot of mildly nervous looks around on Victor’s part, and flinching in response to loud noises on Henry’s - Belch is a combination of both

After close encounters like these, you all tend to walk back to the car in a much tighter group than before

Henry and Victor press in on the sides, and no one says a word

... Except for Patrick, who makes joke after joke about how big of pussies you all are, and challenges all demons in the near vicinity to fight him 

He’s never been fought, but it sends you all into a frenzy of “shut up!” every time

All the guys love that they don’t have to change their regular movie aesthetic for you

Literally everything they ever watch is some type of horror, so you’ve never been more well-suited to a group of people  

They don’t sit down and really watch things together very often, but they usually have a horror movie and/or violent TV show on to serve as background noise for their conversations (”Tales from the Crypt,” ”Friday the 13th” re-runs, etc.)

Regardless of whether or not you’re with the guys though, Belch always covers your eyes when he knows the next scene of the movie that you’re watching is about to be especially gory

...Seriously.

The dude physically covers your eyes.

He even flung himself across a room once (in front of the gang and everything) just to child-proof your vision before you could see the fish hook scene in “Hellraiser”

Mostly because he knows you don’t like gore, and he tends to remember when it’s about to happen at the very last second - it’s all our teddy bear can think to do to save your innocence

Now, bro - it’s totally fine that you have a temper

I can’t imagine where that would be less of a problem 

Even though Belch tries hard to keep you feeling calm and collected (because he just cares about your inner peace), he’s low-key enthralled by the way you look when you’re angry

... And all the other guys just find it entertaining as hell, because they’ve never met a 5-foot powerhouse such as yourself

You get into arguments often, though.

...Often. 

So often, in fact, that the guys eventually stopped letting you finish.

They tend to let you go back and forth with people you’re arguing with for a while, but if it becomes obvious that you’re not really going to fight the person, they eventually decide to move on with their day...

... at which point either Henry or Patrick will pull you away by your choker.

... Yes, by your choker. Like you’re a little dog. 

Patrick did it first (”Come on, killer! We’ll find you some other crotch to bite later.” *Annoyingly satisfied Hockstetter cackle*), and Henry just followed suit afterwards.

It’s a thing now; you’ll have to accept that. 

Belch gives you the best cuddles that have ever been cuddled 

Seriously - because of your size, you can curl up on his gargantuan male body like a cat 

Pick any cuddle position - you guys can cuddle it better than hibernating bear cubs 

And you’re high-key cuter to watch, too, because your love for one another just rolls off of you both in waves 

Just so wholesome, and so very adorable

Overall, you fit into the group well, and cultivate a refreshingly genuine connection with Belch

He gets to be who he really is with you, and that means more to him than anything