#I'm a ghost

[cosmicanemoia]

Lana Parilla promoting Regal will be the death of me.

[multifacetedjem]

[escapedaudios]

One if the few times anyone has recognized my voice IRL was when I only had like 1,500 subscribers and my girlfriend was listening to one of my audios (I think it was Misery) with no headphones and someone was like "Oh hey, you like Escaped Audios too?". She was almost going to say "yeah actually he's my boyfriend" but she was afraid it would make her look like a delulu fangirl, because what are the odds that she was actually my girlfriend.

Anyway, if the girl from the break room at the Orange Village Mall back in 2022 is reading this, hi! That was my girlfriend! Wasn't she beautiful? I'm so lucky to have her 🥰🥰🥰

[lynns-art-blog]

I need all the people and scammers that keep following me and sending asks to understand something I thought was fairly obvious: My blog is practically dead. I have 200-some odd followers, and none of them know I exist. I rarely ever post anything on here, and people rarely notice it. This blog does nothing, and I'm sorry to say that none of your asks for both money from me or to boost awareness of your blog are going to do anything but fall on deaf ears. This blog essentially does not exist. You'd have better luck going somewhere else

[myteavsricochet]

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[skeletalhorse]

Yeesh! I don't like who is staring back at me in the mirror.

[nocturnal-desolation]

The beauty of my soul is worthless to virtually everyone because it's not enough to have some beauty in the soul. I'm aware that I'm not inherently unlovable, but if only parts of me are lovable, I can't consider myself a whole person, or someone who can be loved as a whole. Some have tried to convince me otherwise in the past, they have flattered me, tried to comfort me, or complimented my looks, my attire - but where are they now? Their absence proved my point. You can speak all kinds of languages and acquire all sorts of skills - in my experience, if something's wrong with your head and, by extension, your heart, you're out of luck. It determines the value others see in you, because they only see what they can use you for, not love, not companionship, not something they want to commit to for life. I'm a ghost. Everyone sees right through me.

[sugar-spice-and-everything-dice]

I've reached the point where having a henchman following me around has become detrimental to my ability to walk through an entire dungeon completely unseen. They just blow my cover and destroy my strategy of sequestering monsters in rooms with doors they can't open.

[mimipunk]

The good thing about me being a ghost is that nobody gets to listen to my depressing views 👻

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

annual reminder not to feed the ghosts! yes I know it seems like a cute tradition, but these are wild spirits with specialized diets, and humans unintentionally cause serious havoc by interfering with their ectosystem

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[redkoi1]

Ask God personally:

I asked God: "Am I evil?" "Not very" and Biblically, 'Not very' is angelic at this point

[multifacetedjem]

[hrokkall]

We are so bat

[sai-int]

simon’s so fucking gross

he's got a way of making every inch of you feel like his, and the second he spots you: cute, careless in that little pub. he’s got you out back, breathless in the alley in seconds.

in minutes, though, he's holding you up against the wall and eating you out, slurping and sucking on your folds while rolling your clit between his tongue, loud enough for drunken passerby's to hear. his pants are off and he's already jerking his cock when you cum in his mouth. he laps it all up, before spitting it back onto your messy little cunt to prep you for him

he spreads you wide, pinning you with his hips, inching his fat cock into your tight, sopping hole, with his hand clamped around your mouth like it's his right, spitting about how "you can take it, can't y'bird?"

[mintfullyyours]

Thinking about finding out you're Simon's phone wallpaper. Although part of me thinks he might still have a flip phone too. Because he very much wants to be off the grid.

“Simon Riley! We’re running so late!” You yell at the bottom of the steps trying to find call attention to your boyfriend. Swiping a shoe from the floor you quickly hop around, trying to look a bit presentable for the military ball. 

“Love, I can’t find my phone.” He grumbles from the top of the steps.

You roll your eyes, “We’ll find it when we get back, it’s not like you’ll be using it much.”

Simon shrugs as he reaches the last step of the staircase and watches you in your flurry daze. The emerald green, floor length dress hugging your body. A heat warms the lower half of his body. Christ, he couldn't wait for the night to be over and get you out of your dress later tonight.

“Price's gonna have our heads if we’re late.” You mumble incoherent words as you look in the kitchen and see his black case on the marble countertop. You reach for it, “Found it, babe!”

You click the home button to check the time and see 8:3––

Wait a second?

Simon comes into the kitchen, one shoe on and attempting to place the other. “Ah, thank you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Hold up.” You point as his phone, “Am I your lock screen?” You ask, biting back a smile. 

He freezes. 

A deer caught in headlights.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“And of all the pictures you chose that one?”

He shrugs and clicks the home button to look at the screen. It was a picture of you sprawled on top of the sofa, mouth agape and sleeping soundly. If you squinted, was that glisten at the corner of your mouth -- drool?

“I can change it if you want." He offers. But in reality he loved that photo. He loved how much you trusted him, enough to let all your defenses down.

“Love, that’s actually so sweet.” You smile and press a soft kiss onto his lips and pull the black KN95 mask up over his mouth. 

“Totally better than the one of you on my phone.” With a wink, you hurry out of the kitchen and outside to the awaiting car. It took a second for Simon to register what you were saying before he chases you soon after.

“Hey! Wot you mean by that?!”