#figurative ghosts that is

[jmbringitonworld]

A Good Father 4

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there

A Good Father Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Change of plans! I'd originally planned to have the skelebros return, but the first part kept getting longer and longer and longer... And my mother recently fell and fractured her wrist, so I've been very busy helping her out, which has left me with little time and energy for writing. I also really wanted to post a new chapter before Christmas, since I'll be even busier during the holidays.

So, I decided to split what was meant to be one chapter into two, and release the first part now. Sorry to those hoping to see Sans and Papyrus again; I promise that they'll definitely return next chapter!

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If Asgore were to be perfectly honest with himself, despite all of his words of confidence when Frisk was born, deep in his Soul he had been very worried about whether or not he could be a good father to her.

Sure he’d had two children before her, and they’d both told him plenty of times that they loved him and that he was the best dad ever.

But they’d both died.

He’d had his children for such a short amount of time, and he’d lost them both.

In the quiet moments of the night, when he was all alone in his room, and he didn’t have to be the strong, reliable king everyone depended on, he sometimes wondered…

Was there anything he could’ve done to save his children?

If he’d been a better monster, a better king, a better father… Could he have prevented their deaths?

If he’d just been better, would his children, would his wife still be by his side?

Wings had reassured him many times that there was nothing he, or anyone, could’ve done.

That no one had been able to cure Chara’s sudden and mysterious illness, or even figured out what could’ve caused it.

That no one could’ve stopped a grief-stricken Asriel from absorbing Chara’s Soul and carrying out his best friend’s dying wish.

That there was no way to bring his grieving, vengeful people hope, and lift them from the crushing depths of their despair, without also upsetting his wife.

Asgore had done the best he could.

But evidently, his best wasn’t good enough.

As Asgore gazed down at Frisk’s sleeping face, all of his doubts bubbled to the surface.

His Soul ached, a familiar pain that had been with him longer than his family had.

He reached a hand down to brush a few strands of hair out of his daughter’s face. His hand lingered there, unwilling to part from his child. A sudden urge overtook him, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Frisk stirred in her sleep. Asgore gently rubbed her head, sending pulses of soothing magic to her Soul, and she settled down again, her breath coming out in soft snores. Her mouth twitched briefly into a smile. Asgore felt his own smile spreading across his lips in response. He hoped she was having pleasant dreams.

His eyes trailed across his child’s face, tracing every precious detail of her peaceful expression. A quick Check confirmed that her Soul was healthy and happy. She was fine.

Asgore stepped away. He reluctantly tore his gaze away from his daughter, and marched with unfaltering steps towards the kitchen.

He had a special birthday to prepare for.

By some miracle, Frisk had managed to make it to her very first birthday.

Asgore wasn’t sure how he’d managed to raise a baby - and a human one at that - for an entire year, all on his own.

Well, he amended internally, not entirely on his own.

He definitely couldn’t have done it without Wings’s help.

He wouldn’t have even been able to feed his child properly, without his Royal Scientist’s assistance and thorough research into human care and development - something no living monster in the Underground had any clue about. WingDings was a genius among geniuses, and a truer friend than he deserved.

But still, despite all of his best friend’s help and support, no one could replace his wife. At least not in regards to raising a child. In Asgore’s personal and not-at-all-biased opinion, Toriel was the best mother in the world, and no one could match her parenting abilities.

Asgore was sure that he’d never be able to measure up to her standards.

Nevertheless, he would do his best.

And hope that this time, it would be good enough.

It had to be.

And that meant properly celebrating this momentous milestone in his child’s life!

With no small amount of trepidation, Asgore grabbed a pie tin.

He might never be able to reach Toriel’s level, but he would at least try to approach it.

And so, it was with renewed determination that the old King of Monsters gathered all the ingredients he could think of, to bake his wife’s favourite butterscotch-cinnamon pie.

Toriel had never shared her recipe with anyone, so Asgore had to guess everything.

So far, despite all of his numerous attempts, he’d been unsuccessful.

And with one sniff of his latest attempt, he realised that he’d failed miserably yet again.

His Soul shuddered and shook.

He sighed deeply. Struggling to fight back tears, he buried his head in his hands.

Oh who was he kidding, he was a failure. As a father. As a husband. As a king. His daughter deserved better than a miserable creature like him as a father.

His cell phone pinged, signalling an incoming text message.

He sniffled. He dug a hand into his pocket and fished out his phone.

It was a text from WingDings.

Asgore brushed away his tears and read through the message.

Wings was letting him know that he and his sons were running late, owing to some incident involving his rambunctious children. Something to do with slime? Probably Sans. And one of them had accidentally (?) set fire to a sock. Definitely Papyrus. Regardless, they would be arriving ten minutes late. Wings apologised profusely for the delay.

Asgore chuckled.

It was reassuring, in a way, to know that even a monster as brilliant as WingDings Gaster still experienced difficulties raising his children.

Asgore texted back, assuring his longtime friend that he didn't mind the delay in the slightest, and wished him good luck.

He put his phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath. He held it in for several long seconds, before slowly releasing it, as if to dispel all of his previous negative thoughts along with the air.

He looked around the kitchen, at the many photos of Frisk dotted around the room; all evidence of how much she’d grown in only a year.

That’s right, he reminded himself, raising children was difficult, no matter what. No one did it perfectly. No one could do it perfectly.

And that was all right. All that mattered was that, despite everything…

His daughter was alive. She was healthy. She was happy. She was safe.

She had been for an entire year.

And she would continue to be for many more years.

Asgore was no Toriel. He never would be.

And he didn’t need to be.

He was good enough, just as he was.

His eyes lingered on the many images of his daughter’s smile, bright and beautiful.

He would make sure that he was good enough.

Hope filled his Soul, tinged with determination, steeled with resolve.

Asgore crumpled up his tentative pie recipe sheet, and threw it and all of his butterscotch and cinnamon into the trash can. He lobbed a fireball in there as well for good measure, and watched with satisfaction as the whole lot went up in sugary flames.

Enough chasing after his ex-wife’s shadow.

He gathered up a different set of ingredients, and decided to bake a simple cake instead. After all, humans ate cakes on their birthdays, right? That was definitely a thing he’d heard or read about.

He hummed to himself in thought, wondering what flavour to pick.

His mind turned to memories of Chara.

His other human child had always been especially fond of chocolate. Maybe Frisk would be as well? It was worth a try, at least.

Some time (and one trash fire extinguished) later, Asgore stood back to proudly admire the chocolate cake he’d baked.

He’d finished it off with red icing sugar, to match his daughter’s Soul, and had decorated it with edible flower petals. He’d even drawn the Delta Rune on the top, which was only slightly wonky. He’d also run out of icing sugar halfway through writing “Happy Birthday Frisk!”, but as his daughter couldn’t read yet, he didn’t think she’d mind. (He added more colourful flower petals to cover it up, though, just in case Wings - ever the perfectionist - did mind.)

Asgore beamed at his creation.

It had turned out even better than he’d dared to hope for.

And judging by the enticing smell wafting from it and the tiny bit of cake batter that he’d sampled before, he was positive that it would taste just as good as it looked.

His Soul felt like it could float away with all of the joy, relief and pride suffusing it.

He’d done it. He’d baked a successful cake.

This was the first step towards making this a good birthday for Frisk.

Just like this birthday was the first step towards making this a good life for her.

And he would.

He promised that he would.

His daughter would celebrate many, many more happy birthdays with him.

As he stepped out of the kitchen to go decorate his house for his daughter’s birthday party, he felt like he was finally stepping out of the shadow of his past, and stepping into the light of a bright future.

His regrets…

His longing…

His doubts…

For Frisk, his beloved child… He would put them aside.

After all, his daughter had given him so much more to live for.

[ghouljams]

Absolutely cannot have fresh shaved/waxed pussy around the 141 boys.

Soap will cry over it, mourning the loss of your bush and "talking his girl(your pussy) through the loss" ie fingering you until you're soaked and sore as punishment.

Price will make it his mission to give you beard burn, shaking his head like a damn dog while he's eating you out, scratching the hell out of your pussy and thighs with his beard. He's trying to bleach the damn thing you just know it.

Ghost is the worst. Taking the opportunity to leave his dental imprint in the soft flesh surrounding your clit. He's going to bite until you're sobbing just to see the dimpled marks he's left.

At least Gaz is sweet. Pressing little kisses over the newly shaved/waxed skin, giving your clit soft little licks and pulling back to rub his fingers against your clit with gentle praises. Until you realize he's been doing that for the last hour, giving you just enough to keep you making those nice breathy noises but never giving you more. Maybe you should try Soap again...

[wanologic]

fortunately, or unfortunately, they only see each other like 3 times a year…

[158590]

[proxycrit]

Linktober day 10: the fire temple

Ghosts cry too, you know.

(The desecration of a loved one vs the undying determination to help preserve the future… a tale as old as time memorial. The sage of fire had sealed himself in his temple, preserving his soul in preparation for the day Rauru’s seals were to break with Mineru’s technology. But the Malice does what it does best— corrupt and twist, until nothing was left except a dying wish.)

Unfortunately, nobody knows ancient Goronese. So that story’s sort of going right over their heads and nailing rauru’s weepy ghost in the skull.

This au is called Familiar Familiar, and is totk without the time travel! I’m basically building my own lore at this point.

Patreon!

[snakeguy999]

OFFTOBER DAY 2. Impurity

[bluerosefox]

Protecting Family

Hmmm

I'm on a Danny is Dick's child kick rn so I'm making more.

But lets add in some Ghost King Danny!, Dad to a deaged Ellie and Dan! And toddler Mar'i Grayson.

Danny was conceived during Dick's amnesia year when he was Ric and the woman couldn't find him to tell him (or maybe the Owls caught wind of the pregnancy and took her) and he ended up somehow (hmmm maybe a meddling time keeper?) with the Fentons.

Danny grows as a Fenton, he knows he was adopted btw, then becomes Phantom, protects Amity, becomes the Ghost King and things seem to be going okay between Amity Parkers and the Infinite Realms since they took care of the GIW problem, AND has been a good doting teen dad to his deaged 'cousins/clones' turned kids.

Danny was going to go pick his kids up from daycare one day when CHAOS happens. Just as he wrangles Ellie onto his shoulders, cause she wants to be tall today, and about to take Dan's hand cause he's and I quote "A big boy and not a baby like Ellie, Dad!" he suddenly feels the tug of his family being in danger.

Thing is, its a blood related danger. Meaning someone blood related to him was in grave danger, and by the emotions he can feel, its someone young, way younger than him.

Problem.

The only people Danny knows with his blood in their veins and are young enough for the feeling are with him.

So who?

But due to Danny being a protector spirit AND knowing the feeling is from someone as young as his own kids, Danny decides to use his Ghost King Powers to summon said person from the danger to him.

Danny opens his free arms out just as a tiny toddler with black hair like his own but with bright green eyes, even the sclera were green, in a ruined party dress drops from the sky from the summoning circle that had opened above him.

Danny stares at the terrified child, whose hands are tied by rope and was crying, and takes notes of certain traits she had that he saw every time in the mirror or on his own kids, same eye shape and cheekbones. He can tell his ghost core has claimed her as family but not as his kid though.

No the connection that formed was almost like his connection with Jazz but a bit stronger.

This kid, was his sister. His blood related one.

-Meanwhile-

Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and his family were freaking the fuck out.

Dick was already panicked when his daughter Mar'i had gotten kidnapped just a few hours ago by the Joker.

Now he was feeling pure dread when his daughter, who was about to be killed, was suddenly pulled into a strange glowing circle at the last minute and disappeared into thin air.

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[bribinart]

this guy am i right

[lurukifennecfox]

Paulina was walking home from her little self-care date~ when she noticed a familiar figure, she slowed, double checked to make sure it wasn't some random civilian, grinned and-

threw her knife!

Wes caught it, because of course he did cautious bastard. And yes she realises this now that fighting on the street was not the smartest move but it was a long time since she saw her friends from Amity and they got along fairly well with Weston.

So they had a good time, she managed to nip him on the cheek with her knife (after taking it back) he left her with a new bruise (it will be gone by tomorrow noon) and then they were both taken in by the police...

And now she has to explain why she did what she did to the GCPD and Ancients help probably Batman as soon as she gets back to her apartment. Who could've guessed that having a friendly brawl would be so taboo in Gotham? (who is she kidding of course it's suspicious it looked like they were trying to kill each other to any normal person!)

and she's not sure how much she should say!

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[158590]

[tired-all-the-time22]

Ghost King Phantom's secret twin brother WHO?!?!?😱😱😱

[astronnova]

ywlma tiktok would go crazy if you ask me (i hope you dont mind the ping @ectoplasmranch ;; !!)

[brimstonetrees]

My first playthrough I somehow completely managed to avoid all pale king iconography so I had no idea who this bitch was

[mikufigureoftheday]

👻Today's Miku figure is:👻

SEGA Ghost ver. (2019)