#Personals don't rb

[ghosthost--withthemost]

@ask-the-ghostly-gang wanted a starter!

"Ugh... now where could she have gone?!"

She'd been assigned to watch over BeeBee for tonight, and for a while everything was fine, but the moment she turned her back to make food, the little owlet was all gone!

She flew all around the manor, checking every room; BeeBee's bedroom, her parents' room, all the bathrooms, the parlor.... that's when she noticed something.

The front door.

It was open.

"Oh no no no no no! BeeBee!" She quickly rushed outside to look for her.

"BeeBee I know you miss your parents, but you can't just go after them! They're not here! Besides, you know you can't go outside without telling me! Where are you?!"

[clownowo]

"he would not fucking say that" has a younger sibling called "i don't know what he WOULD say but whatever it is its not THAT"

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Pin-Lee suggesting that Murderbot start reacting to its injuries more to let humans know it’s been injured after realizing that it’s been casually walking around after a fight leaving a trail of Fluids. It’s like “I could.. probably write some code for that I guess.” and Dr. Mensah is like “don’t worry about it if it would be distracting to you. Just.... tell us afterwards. We want to know how you’re doing” and it’s like “i can give status reports yes.”

Pin-Lee is like “I still like the idea of you giving an indication you’ve been hit. For example.” she points finger guns. “Bang oh no I have definitely hit you with a projectile. Indicate that somehow.”

Murderbot, with extremely flat inflection which would not immediately seem like a distress call to nearby humans: “Ouch. I Have Been Injured.”

Pin-Lee is like “hm no there’s gotta be some sort of. I don’t know, you don’t have to verbalize if you don’t want to, maybe there’s like an alarm noise you could make? or an “AAA!” sound? Okay let’s try again BANG”

There is a brief delay (less then a second) and then Murderbot responds with damage vocalization option 2.

“File:Wilhelm_Scream.ogg” blasts through the station.

[somnimagus]

My page for @kairizine. It was such a huge honor to be part of this wonderful book with everyone, I had so much fun!

[id in alt!]

[sergle]

biting my fingernails down to the quick as I see the rare post being like "you bitches and your measly $20 donations think that absolves you of anything think again" gaining notes because you are all worrying me rn by discouraging smaller donations and implying that donating is supposed to be 1) some kind of moral absolution and 2) that it only works in large sums

[cringefaecompilation]

"orym's vision is going to be him getting romantically rejected by dorian" no i think orym is going to see himself gutting imogen like a fish with no remorse. like there's mild anxiety (a hot guy not liking you) and then there's deepest darkest fears (harming your loved ones and failing your own morals).

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[ghosthost--withthemost]

After a moment, the coffin-shaped doors of the mansion opened by themselves, as if they were trying to invite him in.

The dimly lit area behind the doors was filled with old furniture and also various paintings depicting different people, all hanging out with a strange looking black creature.

The house itself seemed empty of any living souls, however someone was still watching him in the shadows.

Random starter for @spookyowlman

The more this bellhop looked around, this looked less and less like his homeworld, this place, it was more spooky and more barren as there didn't seem to be anyone here.

He knew that he was unnoticeable by the people back in his world as he seemed like a ghost to them, he wondered if this be the same here.

He moves slowly towards the large manor in the distance as he approaches the door handle, he gulped a little before moving his right hand to move it up and down to knock.

He remains cautious, keyhole shaped pupils looking about before back to the door in question.

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[ghosthost--withthemost]

@the-wisteria-maiden (continued from x)

"Oh!" That... surprised him.

Good thing that he loves hugs, though!

"... Love? Oh, ohhohohohohoo!" His bowtie spun around as he hugged him back. "Oh you weren't kidding when you told me you like cuddles!"

"Well, why don't we get to know each other first? Would you like to have dinner with me? I can have my little barnaboos set up a table in my garden!"

[boytransmission]

lol

[hickeygender]

reblog for a bigger sample size of former angry, creative, and/or highly dramatic children

[ghosthost--withthemost]

Barnaby tried everything he could, growing, shrinking... but she could not get herself through the bars. It was as if some magical barrier stopped him from going through him, he couldn't even teleport out. He'd never came across anything like this, anything that was more powerful than his OWN magic.

And then, the child - or whatever was possessing the child's body - had the AUDACITY to ask for help.

"N-NO!!! NUH-UH!!! NADA, NEVER!!!! I'm NOT helping someone like you! You're just a huge jerk!!!!"

Barnaby began shaking the cage violently.

"YOU LEAVE THAT POOR KID ALONE AND LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT, OR I'LL... I'LL..!"

Running towards the kid was a bad idea, as Barnaby soon found his head stuck in a bird cage that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He shrank himself in order to get out, but that's when the cage was slammed shut and he was locked in.

As he realized this, he went silent for a moment. He looked around with his mouth wide open.

"Wh-wha???? WHAT IS THIS????"

[ghosthost--withthemost]

@yxllowcoat (continued from x)

The giant owl landed on top of Six, pressing his talon on her neck and the other wrapping around her legs...

But suddenly his expression changed, and suddenly she was lifted up in the air, and the owl stared right in her eyes.

And then... he began to laugh at something.

"Hoohohohohoho!!"

[trans-androgyne]

Being transfem does not exempt you from being transmisogynistic any more than being transmasc exempts you from being transandrophobic. If you believe in male socialization you are transmisogynistic for it, no matter what your identity is. I've said it before and I'll say it a million times more: there is no one male/female socialization and if you think you can cleanly assume someone's life experiences from their assigned sex, you are a transphobe and a bioessentialist (parts -> specific personality traits? really?).

[crystalcatgamer]

[kicks down door] Luffy fundamentally changed in Marineford and everything that came after and it's too nice to packed it all into an x-shaped scar. It's too simple to say he was saved so he could owe Law something. It's too simple for Law to say anything in the face of Portgas D Ace's desperate love for his younger brother.

Law; he's carried a dead thing in his chest for a decade and has believed in lying back down in the white that should have taken him years ago for too long. Luffy pries it out of hands curled so tightly they can't let go because they don't know how to.

Luffy; gently mourning inside, seeing the ghost of a boy who is unbearably lonely wherever he goes. Law saved him. Even if his crew is guarded, even if Law snaps and snarls, Law saved him. Nothing is more important than that. He would have died there, far from home, far from crew. Too far, and too close to love.

[ghosthost--withthemost]

Behind him was standing a very tall, somewhat bird-like creature. It towered over him, his shadow also looming over the little owl.

It couldn't help but cover its beak and giggle at him as he nearly fell.

"Me? Hoohoohoo, why I'm just a little owl! Just like you."

He then bent over so his face was on the same level as his guest's. "Yep, I've been following you! And it's been fun toying with your little mind, but I really think it's time to do something else, this is getting a little repetitive."

"But first, do tell me..." he squinted, "do we know each other? You look... familiar."

Baron jumped with fright, spinning around to face the entity. His wings wrapped around himself again, although much tighter this time; it was careless of him to let his guard down so easily.

“H-Have you been following me this entire time?!”

He cautiously stepped back to distance himself, nearly tripping over himself in the process. Baron did not like the implications of ‘something else,’ but he quickly decided he would be better off not knowing what that meant, at least for now. More importantly, he wanted to know what he was up against.

“…What are you?”