#Vote ghost

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[justanofficeworker]

Sleepy!simon x reader

Back by popular demand Sleepy man Simon. In bullet point form to get all my thoughts out before they vanish, NSFW under the cut

SFW

He has no filter , will say the weirdest shit like " have you mopped the roof or should i do i?" type shit

will fall asleep standing up , like a horse , a really buff horse. he has scared the shit out of you multiple times in the middle of the night

Falls asleep ANYWHERE, I'm not kidding, under the bed , in the shower, under the car that one time he was changing you oil

has mistaken house hold objects as a pillow on more than one occasion, you found him in the tub with a bottle of lysol under his head once. its currently you phone background

sleeps with a death grip. Did he fall asleep holding you hand? well i hope you don't have to pee cus your ass is not moving till he wakes up

once fell asleep while cuddling you, went to roll over and rolled with you. your scream woke him up. He was very amused

you sleep with a separate blankets, due to the Burrito incedent

The burrito indecent, he rolled into the blankets with you in his arms, trapping you in a hot ass tube till he got up to pee

✨NSFW✨

God this man babbles when he’s inside you just “ baby, please” and “so tight f’me”

He whimpers- thats it thats the point- whimpers while you ride him into the mattress or couch or back seat that one time

Speaking of riding, when you’re on top his mouth does not leave your nipples. He is ✨attached✨, secured, connected even.

PUSSY DRUNK, this man is gone , head is empty. No thoughts. Its just his cock in your cunt thats it

Accidentally creampies you.He’s thrusting lazily, half awake, when suddenly he stills and lets out the neediest fucking sound. It takes a second before you realize that he’s dropped a fat load in your pussy. Your just laying there like, is this my life now?

Your dirty talk flusters the fuck out of him, you once asked him if he was gonna pit a baby in you and he came on the spot. He was down and out like a light. You thought you killed him at first. Nope just hit his reset button real good

[delulluart]

Some Papas (including a Papa Secondo) and a Cardinal

[retrochao]

THERES MY BOY! A VOTE FOR MY BOY IS A VOTE FOR HIS DREAMS! (you also get to pet him)

ROUND 1 BRACKET A

Ghost belongs to @retrochao

Shred belongs to @snakolyte

Find out more about them below!

Ghost: (image credit @/superemeralds)

"Ghost" is a hedgehog hailing from the southern reaches of Shamar - He has spent most of his life in the desert, with one goal in mind; Raise Enough Rings to travel to Adabat, a more suited location for his best friend, Hapi, the swim chao. Ghost is a bit physically frail, he cannot run or climb, so instead, He sails across the sand dunes searching for Treasure (and adventure!) to the best of his abilities. The treasure he finds is sold back to the people of Shamar - so he spends his time in ancient ruins or being a delivery boy to save up any money he can manage for their dream.

This is, however, prolonged indefinitely; Ghost has a Curse. One that works against him at every turn. The people of Shamar are so afraid of what state the curse turns him into that the town gossip has nicknamed him "The Ghost" or "The Desert Phantom". He is effectively haunted - the curse changed his fur color from brown to white, and its hold on him gets stronger at night or when he is vulnerable/weak. He cannot control what happens during these outbursts.

He is somewhat Solitary, only coming and going when he needs to, but tries his best to be of help or kind to others when they need it. He's a sweetheart, as well as somewhat a dork, but ever since the curse, hes been a lot more stressed and represses a lot of his desires in order to keep it at bay, to prevent him from scaring, or possibly hurting others. He very obviously struggles with this, and tends to be alone more often. He really enjoys others company, though, so its been tough.

He eventually becomes friends with @theknifedance 's Ganymede, a hare who is studying at Spagonia University, abroad in Shamar for Astronomy - Leading Ghost down a new path; letting himself open up to making friends and accept help with his curse.

Shred:

She's an occasional nuisance with her siblings Scrap the Mouse and Tatter the Pigeon (neither shown), working as the power of the team. Most often they're stealing small things to keep themselves fed but if given a good enough offer they're willing to work with a big bad (with plans to betray them shortly after. LOL)

Shred herself is loud and reckless but not unnecessarily mean, just a bit smug. She cheers on her siblings and is their biggest fan

[ghulehunknown]

[lillibuds]

year zero raindrop wip that was supposed to be for the vampire prompt of drawtober

[starberry-cupcake]

Jim Kirk 🤝 Chris Pike "I don't know how to read Star Fleet regulations when it comes to my First Officer"

Star Trek SNW S1E3 Ghosts of Illyria / / Star Trek TOS S2E1 Amok Time

[viol3lite]

GO VOTE GHOST EVERYONE!!!

Even Aoi is cheering for him

@shittygaypornmagazine @bluepeachstudios

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Results from the ‘Who is the tallest MDZS Character poll! Thank you all for voting!

[tj-dragonblade]

Chedwin this, Paineland that, call those boys FlyingDutchman since. Y'know. They're a ghost ship.

[cod-dump]

Vote

———

Roach: *runs into the lounge*

Roach: HOLY FUCKING SHIT— GUESS WHAT THE FUCK I LEARNED

Soap: What-

Roach: THE FUCKING SOLDIERS MADE POLL TO VOTE TO SEE WHICH ONE OF US IS THE SEXIEST CORE MEMBER

Soap: NAH-

Roach: YES!

Ghost: Do you know the results??

Roach: Not yet! The results are literally about to be revealed in a few minutes!

Gaz: Get them up, man! Let’s see who gets the inflated ego!

Roach, pulling up his phone: I have it right here- … oh my god

Gaz: … what’s with that face?

Ghost: Please fucking tell me it’s not Price

Roach: Nope… not Price…

Soap: Who the fuck is it? Laswell?

Roach: No…

Ghost: Farah?

Roach: No again

Gaz, whispering: Holy shit- not Farah?

Soap: Roach, show the fucking results

Roach: *turns the screen to them*

Ghost: NO- GRAVES?!

Gaz: … I see it, though. And I hate that I do

Soap: I’m going to cry… I’m so disappointed in them

Roach: Phillip Graves, literally joined 141 officially last week and now he’s the sexy man on base

Ghost: *literally biting into a pillow out of rage*

Roach: God- How could they??

[heyitsspaceace]

okay so neither edwin or charles were wearing the clothes the had on when they died. so there’s two explanations

ghosts can manifest their own clothes and change their appearance

or (and the more fun one)

2. there is a ghost clothing store somewhere and it has all the styles from every year ever

[ramblingoak]

Wet T-Shirt Contest Papa Edition: Who wins?

[autumnblooms]

They’re so gross /af

[hobbitweed]

This is when Aragorn lost my respect!

The dead dudes in the cave had problematic histories and problematic beliefs. Yet Aragorn ignored that in order to focus on the goal of defeating Sauron.

A true hero would not have compromised his morals. Aragorn should have flipped the problematic ghosts the finger and just let Sauron take over.

The affects this would have on his friends and family, the environment, and himself aren't important. At least Aragorn would be able to say "Hey I didn't vote for either of them!" when Sauron scorched the earth and enslaved everyone.

Accepting help from the problematic ghosts to defeat Sauron would be like voting for an imperfect candidate like Kamala Harris to defeat Trump.

[karen360-x3]

We live in hard times y'all...but we'll make it! Siamo tutti antifascisti 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

(ref to Porco Rosso)