#Sweet Ghost girl

[throwingbricksatppl]

but how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

[mixed-up-media]

We've been aging up Coraline and Wybie for years, aren't we forgetting some kids?...

:3

Before anyone asks, if we can age up Agatha (I know we do it) then we can age up these dead freaks.

But seriously there is not enough content on these guys. Sure Other Wybie Makes it into some fanworks, but we as a fandom have three mostly personality-less characters waiting to get stories. This is a fan content factory.

I like to think up in heaven (or whatever afterlife you believe in) the ghost kids are besties and then find Other Wybie. They all end up being really close cause they were all killed by the same spider demon. Here is a list of rolls in the friend group, and my personal headcanons.

Sweet ghost girl. She's the leader of the dead kids. Up in the afterlife she developed a bit of an attitude. Still watches over her sister and grandnephew. She's a bit bossy at times, but still has her heart in the right place. Still a sweetheart.

Huck Finn Jr., You know that annoying younger brother character in cartoons who's constantly flirting with the older girls in the show ? Yeah that's him. He's the gremlin dude who just stirs up chaos. He really does care about the others and is a great emotional support person.

Pioneer girl, The mom of the group. She was the first one killed, and the oldest when she was killed, so it was just kinda natural for her to take care of everyone. Says "Girl" every 5 sentences. Overly protective.

Other Wybie, Quiet and incredibly loving. He's kinda always been a little weird, considering he was created by the nightmare that killed all of them. However He loves these three kids like they are his family, and in a way they kinda are. The Other father essentially adopted him and the two live with the rest of the dead Lovatt family. Wybie's parents are pretty chill about the whole thing.

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HEADCANONS

The Other father learned how to play chopsticks on the piano and is very proud of himself.

The crew absolutely hangs out with Aggie whenever she's not busy being a ghost and annoying Norman.

They have been to the dream fair, and have met Wendell and Wild.

Other Wybie kinda acts like Coraline's "Guardian angel" type of thing. So he watches over her and OG Wybie, and does angel stuff (I'll flesh that out more later)

[seefasterdraws]

captain and the girlssss

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Game night ruined.

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[vintagebunnies]

i just thiiiiiiink that when simon gets home from deployment he is completely insufferable.

being away from you for so long was torturous. not being able to be near his sweet little wife? absolutely dreadful. so when he finally gets home to you, he makes it his own personal mission to thoroughly imprint himself on and in you.

he comes through the door of the quant house out in the far countryside that you two share, completely devoid of danger out here. he feels more than relieved to see you padding down the hallway to greet him, a saccharine grin on your face. you’re smiling so wide to see your husband that your cheeks are sore.

simon seems to have this thing of delightedly ruining perfect things. so he wants nothing more than to see you—beautifully put together and smiling—in utter shambles just from his rough touch.

he doesn’t even take the chance to properly remove his gear, just sauntering over to you and ushering you into the bedroom back down the hall where you had come from. his lips against your own was nothing short of vicious. he was like a wild dog with how aggressive he was being, looking to take you over; mind, body, and soul.

simon’s sharp teeth bit right into the soft plushness of your lips, causing a small dot of blood to dribble out. he didn’t even pull away, just licked your wounds and continued on. your nails were digging into his thick, clothed biceps. with the layers of his gear, he couldn’t feel a thing.

time passes and clothes are practically torn off, ripped fabric of your pajamas strewn across the bedroom floor. he had you on your knees with your hands restrained at your lower back, face squished into the soft pillow that was now soaking wet with your spit. your brain was leaking out through both your pussy and mouth, simon’s cock leaving you confidently dumb.

his length was slowly being thrusted into your overused hole, the unhurried speed causing your body to quiver. he was doing this on purpose. wanting to see you lose your mind entirely, responses becoming only moans and gasps.

“yeah sweet thing? ‘ya missed me, or my cock?”

you had half the mind to respond, not cognitive enough to give a sensible answer. you just murmured, hoping it sounded like something. simon retaliated in grabbing you by the jaw with his big, calloused hands, and pulled your face up from the pillow and causing your back to painfully arch. the hand that was restricting your hands from moving now resting on the mattress next to your pliant body.

“too dumb to speak? huh?”

your response to his question was a squeal, the speed of his hips slamming into yours gradually speeding up.

“don’t worry, we’ve got all night darlin’.”

(he sticks to his word and continues it all night. and when you get too tuckered out, he makes sure that you guys pick up right where you left off in the morning!)

[ceilidho]

Situationship!Ghost hits you with the “no wonder your single nobody wants to deal with psychotic ass” and then turns his notifs off- cut to an hour or two later and he’s got you bent over your kitchen counter sobbing his name while he says some shit like “nobody will ever get you better than me, got it?” (I need him in the worst way)

he needs someone that can handle his crazy ass and give it back tenfold lmaooo. you change your locks and phone number, maybe even move apartments (or go stay at an airbnb or something) without telling him because you had an argument the week before that he wouldn't apologize for and the anger burns in your throat so bad that you decide to just cut him off altogether if he wants to be an asshole about it.

cut to days later when he finally tracks you down, pounding on your door to let him in ("bird, open up the fucking door now or i'm breaking it down"), his voice sounding more desperate and harsher than you've ever heard it before because he's been awake for like 72 hours trying to find you.

[poutdollita]

[wttcsms]

horribly short summary of what im trying to accomplish here, but if you were to read a fic featuring character, a soldier honorably discharged and is officially off the battlefield and yet he can’t seem to shake off the war from clinging to his body, and he’s basically a bit of a mess and feels incapable of returning to ordinary life and there’s you, the sweetest thing in the whole world, and he keeps trying to tell you he’s no good and you’re there to help him with everything (and it kills him a bit, to see you wasting your time to help him, and it kills him because he feels like he shouldn’t be the type of person who needs help) and !! just slowburn and falling in love and just read the tags for the vibe ok, who would it be for

[comfortless]

hi sorry that ask about König having a tight knit friend group was adorable and now I need to inject it with angst, imagine him being the last one of the group to be unmarried/single. his friends kids even ask if uncle Noni (they couldn't pronounce König when they were babies and now it's stuck) is ever gonna have kids :c

The thought of him just feeling like an eternal third wheel..? Further confirmation of what he expects: that something must be terribly wrong with him for him to be so alone when everyone around him just… isn’t. He glosses over the facts that his social media accounts are mainly empty (when he has them active at all), that in social gatherings he makes no attempt to approach a new face, that he’s never been one to participate in dating apps or meet-ups for blind dates. It’s not him: it’s either everyone else or the god he prayed to as a boy has turned their back on him entirely.

Imagine if the friends he has have all met their partners and spouses by chance or have been highschool sweethearts, too… He feels like some higher power has deemed him unworthy of having some perfect person delivered to him in a twist of fate like they have, and it’s something that he ruminates on often.

The bitterness eats away at him a lot, but he wants to be happy for the people he cares about. Likes thinking that he’s somehow better than other men, because he doesn’t make an attempt to flirt with his pal’s wife (even if he’s probably thought of her in ways he shouldn’t and often, too). They do their best to tone down the PDA around him, but even the subtle glances, whispers behind palms, and brushes of their hands leave König feeling worse each time he’s around them. His friend gets to go home and make love to the woman he loves: König gets his lonely hand, a porn video, and a horrible envy burning in his gut for another night.

It lessens a bit when they have children. König plays the role of a good ‘uncle’: carries the kid(s) on his shoulders when they want to feel real tall, lets them chase him with sticks or their toy trucks, pretends to be a big hungry wolf when they wanna play tag — he’s good with children! He likes spending time with them, and it’s a good distraction from the lovestruck stares their parents are giving to each other.

But when they start asking Noni why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or children of his own, he has to bite his tongue and tell them some sappy shit he doesn’t even truly believe: that he’s waiting for the right girl to come along to marry, that he wants to spend time with them before they’re older and forget all about him.

The wife is sympathetic and shushes them, telling them it’s rude to ask questions like that. König tries his best to brush it off when she pats his shoulder and gives him an apologetic pout.

Not that his heart is in a flurry because she defended him from children of all things, not at all. As good of a man he knows his friend to be, König is certain he could be even better to her and her kid(s).

[artaintfartwarriors]

[vanillarosekiss]

His pink roses mood board 𐙚 ˚ 🌙⋆｡˚ 🦢ᡣ𐭩 …

[ghost-bxrd]

hi! Idk if you've heard this little saying before but here is what I remember:

A little girl walks along the beach picking up starfish that have been beached and puts them back in the water. A man stops and tells her that she won't be able to save them all. She knows--she can't save the world, but for each starfish she saves, that starfish's whole world changes

-fd

⭐️ this saying is so sweet I am in tears. That little girl is a whole mood 🥹💚

[poutdollita]

[gh0stlyfixation]

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paring a female reader. Will include polyamorous relationships and will be explicit. Reader is usually referred to as Pretty girl or Sweet girl. This is my first time writing a series. It does move quick and it’s kinda my practice series, but I love it.

As a doctor on base in Manchester, you see a lot of injuries, but what you haven’t seen were two men. Simon and König came into your office for a wellness check, but they couldn’t stop coming back to you, they fell hard for you and your relationship quickly blooms.

Part one

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Part five

Better Together - coming soon

Paring a female reader with Simon Riley. Kinda a OC just because I don’t use Y/N that often because reader is called Flower or Crow by just about everyone. it is based off this fic. Find the NSFW version on Ao3 which will be linked on the post.

Simon Riley and His long-time best friend, commonly known as Flower, move in together after Simon is beaten up by his father causing them to confess their love for one another. From that night on, Simon and Flower stick together through thick and thin. They battle their demons together and they fight together until the war is won. They are after all, better together.

[silentgrim]

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒… 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔.

[bardicious]

Dean, Sam, and Bobby are talking about how Castiel probably is an angel. And Sam's got the happiest little smile on, he's so happy that god and angels are looking out for Dean. I shit you not I'm near tears.