#Ghostly Men

[doubleodonut]

lil bit from reformation because ive been itching to draw some meta tucker and im loving that one.

[peterprick]

STUD MUFFiN COFFEE

[goldengirlgalaxy]

Little Baby Man Disease

Based on this post.

TLDR at the bottom.

So, Danny ends up turning into Little Baby Man(TM). Except it turns out that becoming this incredibly small and feral version of his ghost form is actually because of what amounts to Ghost Rabies.

Dani/Ellie ends up finding Little Baby Danny and brings him to the rest of Team Phantom. Only, once she's done explaining how she found him, he bites her, and she turns into Little Baby Ellie.

As Team Phantom is freaking out, another ghost attacks, only for the two feral Phantoms to immediately bite them, causing them to also turn into a Little Baby Man/Woman version of themselves.

The Team believes for a bit that it just affects Ghosts and do their best to keep the steadily growing number of Little Baby Men from going out of control while they try to figure out a cure. Only Sam and Tucker get bitten. Cue the two turning into Little Baby Men (Tucker looks like a Pharaoh and Sam looks like when Overgrowth controlled her). It turns out that Ghost Rabies can also affect people who are Ecto-contaminated.

Cue Jazz having to avoid an army of feral ghosts in order to get a message to Frostbite so he and the rest of the Far Frozen can work on a cure. She manages to get a message out before eventually falling victim to the disease as well.

Do they eventually make a cure? Yes, but not without a lot of chaos in both the Zone and Amity Park as the Little Baby Man Army grows everyday.

TL:DR: Little Baby Man is born from Ghost Rabies. Ghosts and Ecto-contaminated people turn into a feral army.

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2024. Day Eleven

“Mutation”

Ao3

Summary: Three outcast kids look for a way out.

X-men AU.

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“So, that leaves us three options: the X-Men, the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, or staying at Casper High and being the only mutants here.” Said Danny as they stared at 1) a pamphlet from Xavier’s School for Gifted Children, 2) a newspaper cut-out of the Brotherhood’s latest Evil plot, and 3) their classes’ schedule, which had been put there for symbolism and rule of three.

“We are fucked.” Sam grunted, glaring particularly at the words ‘men’ and ‘brother’, as if mutant women weren’t an important part of the fight!

“I mean, we’ve known that ever since our x-genes manifested.” Tucker rolled his eyes, taking another meatball from his tray.

“Child soldierism, terrorism, or-” Danny grabbed his friends and turned them all intangible just as a football hit their table and bounced away. (Tucker, always with his priorities straight, had reached out for their food, and it was saved at the last second. Even Sam’s grass.)

“What are you freaks plotting about?” Dash demanded, looking at them with fear barely concealed by rage.

As the three fumed silently and held down their powers that wanted to fight back, Sam grabbed the schedule and ripped it into tiny little pieces.

“Nothing that you can stop.”

Dash seemed ready to keep yelling, but stumbled back in fear when the other three stood up, but all they did was take their lunch and leave.

Now alone in the front-yard, the mutants went back to their two remaining options.

“I mean we know that Magneto is right.” Sam said, getting assent from her friends. “But, like, he’s very quick to sacrifice his own people.”

“Xavier does tend to send teens to the battlefield too, though…”

“So we’re just going with the least worst option.” Tucker concluded, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. “If this backfires on us, we gotta remember that.”

With matching sighs, far too tired for their years, the teens nodded.

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This was fun to me :)

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.

[undeadchestnut]

Sorry to say I still feel stupidly soft for two terrible men.

[elanormcinerney]

Introduction by Emily Wilson | Homer | The Iliad

[ghostsandgoo]

Making a Cumback?

Hey, all you ghosty and gooey people! Expert/Master of Possession here (and whatever other iterations I've been throughout the years)! I took a hiatus from the Tumblr writing since the great p*rn block, but I'm thinking about coming back and begging to write Flubber, goo, and possession stories again. I just wanted to see if there is still an audience here for it.

I'm also thinking about beginning commissions again; however, they will cost a small fee. I have not worked out an exact pricing system yet. Again, wanting to see if there is an audience for it still on Tumblr.

I look forward to hearing from you guys! Glad to maybe be hearing from you again! :)

[spirit-lanterns]

I feel so proud to have completed the purple Nihility women collection 😭

I was so ready to skip Acheron but she was just so fun to play in the trial that I had to get her. I’m so sorry Robin, I’ll need to grind a lot more to get you now 💔

[basementnaw]

Alien creatures I drew for potential ideas for my work’s Halloween cutouts

[menitrust]

Happy to announce that our dear and longtime friends Ghostly Kisses will be sharing the stage with us for most of our Europe run this summer tix: https://menitrust.tumblr.com/

[anti-cosmofangirl]

Can we please see more of your "butt-twins" 🙇🏻‍♀️💦

My uncles!

Here's my preliminary designs for them, idk about the colors.

[dateamonster]

jokes aside HOO BOY last night in soho has such a visceral feeling of dread to it. i went in knowing almost nothing about it and part of me is glad because it really is a cool experience but MAN some of these scenes have hands. there are like. pros and cons to the story and the way its sorta presented but so far i feel like its a really good really novel variation on the concept of a haunted house.

[nagaruru]

i simply have better taste in anime men than every person on the planet. autistic rizz + dorky moe = a god tier man

[romanticallyghosting]

the council (my 1 irl) has ruled that the mad hatter is, and i quote "hot as hell" jddbnssk

oh my GOD you guys are down bad…

maybe it’s just because i don’t like men… hmm…

[demonsquiddl676]

Squidward warned spongebob about the Flying Dutchman driving around bikini bottom collecting debts from all the fish that owed him. What he didn’t know was that Mr. Tentacles became the primary psychopomp.

Fearing the rumors SpongeBob reluctantly joined Squid Ward for the most bumpiest ride of his life 🔥🦑🪦