#ghast's works

[rhapsoddity]

so Mumbo over the years,, am I right?

[zinofghast]

i found my ps vita

lil kid me was so awesome

[dilftwink]

percival bennett. bottom text.

[ghastimart]

She's been overdue a proper redesign for Awhile now. Now She's got one!!

This is the sona I've had for years and have the most attachment to, I put the most of myself into Her and rationalize a lot of my mental health through Her. I love Authour

[xyl4-4444]

"The Ultimate Showdown" (2024)

Ending my 2024 off with a Twilight Forest (minecraft mod) fanart piece that was in the works for approx. 3 MONTHS... Have the Hydra, Ur-Ghast ans Snow Queen as some kind of badass trio lol

(click on the image for better quality :D)

Bonus!!!

Snow Queen doodle I did in Ms Paint while in graphic design class

[gremlinoftheweald]

was trying to make a danny phantom oc

[plinkcat-gif]

rahhhh i want to play minecraft but i do not know what to do while im in there.........

[spiffybits357]

Here's a big project I've been working on for a few weeks: a phylogenetic tree of everything in Minecraft! It would take ages to explain everything here, so if you want an explaination of any inclusions, exclusions, categorisations or Latin names PLEASE PLEASE PUHLEASE ask me I would love to answer any questions :3

Here's the slides I used to make it since i'm aware the text on the image there is pretty much unreadable.

Reblogs appreciated!

Edit: there are some problems with the image on here aside from the quality, so please check the slides for a slightly more accurate version! Also, if you have a question check the notes first! Odds are someone else has asked already.

Edit 2: PLEASE check the reblogs before you ask a question, most of the questions I'm getting now are ones that have already been answered. But I of course really appreciate how much people care :3

Full image description:

At the bottom is the Origin of Life, which branches out into five kingdoms - amoebozoa, animalia, fungi, algae and plantae.

Amoebozoa is in pink. It branches into Sculk (latin name sculk sculk) and then into slimes (scindo uliginosus) and magma cubes (scindo igneum)

Animalia starts off in orange. It branches off into the five types of coral (Fire - millepora, horn - rugosa, tube - tubipora musica, bubble - Plerogyra sinuosa, brain - diploria). The second branch of animalia branches off to the sponge (in the phylum demospongiae) and then to molluscs and arthropods.

Moluscs first branches off to the shulker (duopartes purpur) then to the nautilus (latin name nautilus), the ghast (Exspiravita inferno) the heart of the sea (unknown latin name), the squid (Immiforma caeruleum) and the glow squid (Immiforma crepuscula). The heart of the sea and nautilus are both marked with a dagger symbol, indicating they are extinct.

Arthropods branches off to the enderman (gracillis sapiens) and the ender dragon (draconiforma finis). It also branches off into insects, featuring bees (bombus enormus) and silverfish (Lepisma saccharinum), as well as to arachnids, featuring the endermite (terminus limina), the spider (rufoculos nocturnis) and the cave spider (rufoculos caverna).

Carrying on from the branch of animalia is the sea pickle (Pyrosoma) and then the vertebrates, which are coloured in reddish orange. The first branch contains the Queen angelfish (Holacanthus ciliaris), the emperor red snapper (Lutjanus sebae) and the moorish idol (Zanclus cornutus). the second branch contains salmon (Oncorhynchus nerka). The third branch contains the yellowtail parrotfish (Sparisoma rubripinne), the clownfish (Amphiprion percula) and the dottyback (Diadem pseudochromis). The next branch contains cod (Gadus). the final fish branch contains the triggerfish (Abalistes stellatus), the pufferfish (Arothron meleagris) and the yellow tang (Zebrasoma flavescens).

Next the branch transitions into tetrapods. coming off this are amphibians, which includes the frog (Lithobates thermochroma) and the axolotl (Ambystoma mexicanum)

image desc currently unfinished, would appreciate help

[pyrriax]

some random mc screenshots to counteract the amount of angst i just wrote. mostly of me being stuck in weird places because of Claimed Chunks making it so im functionally in adventure mode at other people's bases

bonus screenshot of @aperture-science-sys drowning in the field. because death message testing. i think that was the reason?

[martynsimp69]

a little while ago i commissioned ghast for a little chibi fis for me to turn into a keychain and i could literally not be more satisfied with the outcome. look at this little dude. you wanna commission ghast sooooooo bad ✨🐠✨

[disclaimer: this art and keychain are solely for personal use, not merch. ghast does not sell keychains themself, i did this through a third party with their permission!]

Opening commissions! There's 3 slots available, and they will free up as I finish pieces. You can dm me to claim a spot or fill out this form. Dms are also open for questions!

Thank you!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Baby's first blowjob

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, December 2024 edition

Prompt: time, 485 words

Rated: E

Tags: Blowjobs; First times; Cock piercings; Confident Eddie; Confident Steve; Steve is a natural at cock sucking and Eddie’s ghast is flabbered

Notes: Based on this artwork by @firefly-party and the conversation we had in the comments of the uncropped version on ao3. (Go ahead, look at it! Just ... maybe not at work y'know? 🫠)

They stumble into the bedroom, Steve’s tongue licking past Eddie’s lips and over the roof of his mouth. When Eddie breaks the kiss to pull off both their shirts, Steve whines.

“You done this before, honey?” Eddie asks, sinking down onto the bed.

Steve shrugs off his pants, crawling on top of him, warm and eager and naked. His fingers reach for the fly of Eddie’s pants, but he catches his hands to still them.

“Stevie? Answer me?”

Steve pouts.

“With girls,” he admits. “They love it when I eat them out, but I've never-..."

“Never sucked a cock?”

Steve blushes. Eddie wants to eat him alive.

“That's okay,” he mutters, pulling himself out. Steve’s eyes grow large as he takes in the size of him, the row of barbell piercings lining the underside of his cock. “You'll get the hang of it. Just take it-”

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, because Steve makes a greedy, punched out sound and surges right in.

Eddie is no blushing virgin. He's had his fair share of hook-ups. Rushed, sloppy blowjobs in the backrooms of bars. Messy, rough sex in grimy bathrooms after gigs. Hell, he once fucked a guy in a tiny utility closet and got bleach stains all over his new leather pants. It was good, quick fun.

Steve though?

There’s nothing rushed about what Steve does, nothing rough or hurried. Nothing awkward or shy either.

Instead, he wraps a firm hand around Eddie’s base, licking along the upper side of his cock in one long, thorough drag. He swirls his tongue around the tip and moans, and the sound vibrates all the way into Eddie’s bloodstream, settling in his abdomen in a hot coil of need. His hips buck.

Steve, the smug fucker, laughs - a hot puff of air against Eddie’s flushed tip - and then he flicks his tongue over the barbells.

“Shit,” Eddie gasps. “Slow down, I'm gonna-”

Steve looks up. Then, not once breaking eye contact, he swallows Eddie’s cock all the way down to the base.

By the time Eddie stops seeing stars, Steve is propped up on one elbow beside him, wiping a stray drop of come from his lips and looking down at him with large, eager eyes.

“Well? How did I do?”

“Jesus fucking-" Eddie wheezes, once he remembers what words are. There's tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. “That- … Wow. I've never-”

He isn't sure what he was trying to say. Never come so hard? Never felt this way? Never had my cock worshipped like this, and can we do it again?

He also never finds out, because Steve’s eyes grow large and his face switches from smug satisfaction to shocked surprise.

“Never? What- … Wait, was this your first time?”

Eddie loses the ability to speak all over again, only this time, it's because he laughs until he starts crying.

[zinofghast]

i want to go to there

[evilgwrl]

TF 141 x Reader (Apocalypse!AU)

Immune: Eleven

WARNING: This is a 18+ Poly!141 series (MDNI)

CW: Titty sucking (my #1 idc), face sitting (SIMON IS A MUNCH), PIV (no protection, pls use it irl), u use sex as an escape from your grief (can be seen as dub-con from this), insinuation to a threesome

Taglist: @echo9821 @beebeechaos @h3art3at3rr @johannxseb @cndy-l0v3 @nylluns @pomegranategum @tapioca-marzipan

Masterlist

The morning air was silent, barely a whistle stirring through the house from a gentle ghast of wind. It was cold, colder than usual. Heat smouldered in your chest like a disease, rotting away at your flesh as you lay there, eyes puffy, swollen with grief.

Simon’s chest was bare, flushed against you in a protective grasp, hands cascaded around your waist. You stirred, reluctant to move against him, almost feeling a sense of comfort despite the circumstances. Your brain was wracked with paralysing images, haunting you in both slumber and the present.

Sure, you had seen death before, you lived around it, but never like that. Pain burnt into your skin, prickling against the hairs as you rubbed at your eyes, static filling your blackened vision. You wanted the feeling to go away, and you found that having Simon around, or anyone, helped with it.

Your hand was soft as you grabbed at his, tugging it into your smaller palm with a squeeze as the man huffed out a shallow breath. His voice was gruff, thick with sleep as he pressed against you, “Y’ awake, dove?”

You squeezed his hand again before pulling it into your chest, snuggling against his muscular forearm, tiny huffs leaving cracked lips. Unbrushed teeth grazed away at the dead skin, nibbling it into the wetness of your tongue before turning around.

Simon was silent, eyes stained with unwashed solitude and a hint of guilt. His lips quirked slightly as you glazed over his face, lingering on the tickles of stubble that decorated his jaw to the scar that dug into the tender skin next to his lip.

“How’d you sleep?” He soothed, rubbing at the hair that laced across your forehead, tucking it behind the small of your cold ear.

“Didn’t.”

Your voice was small, the room suddenly deafening with an ongoing orchestra of familiar whining, Cecil’s whining. Simon’s frown was apologetic and kind, eyes dampening with recognition of how you felt. He understood death too well. He was surrounded by it. In a way, he believed it followed him, that he was plaguing you with an inevitable curse.

Your kiss was harsh, teeth knocking against one another as you smothered any air between the two of you. Ghost’s reply was fast, gripping at the back of your neck before tugging you away with a confused look.  

Your whine was pained as you clenched your brows, “Please.”

His tongue wrapped through yours, pushing onto the pink muscle with force as he brought you closer to him, your body pulled onto the heat of his lap as you straddled his waist, boxers slipping lower down his toned stomach, a light trail of hair dancing under the fabric. Thickened hands worked up your shirt, groping at the fat of your tits as nipples hardened under his palm, pebbling quickly.

You were quick to pull away, tugging your shirt off as his eyes widened with awe, lapping in the sight of your bare chest. Simon was quick to tug you down, resting his tongue flat against a sensitive bud as you rocked against his abdomen, pussy clenched as you rode the tense surface.

Messy hair fell flat against your face as you sighed into the air, relishing in the pleasure that he drew from you as his teeth grazed against your tits, another hand tugging at the neglected nipple. Your panties nestled between your folds, catching on your clit as you jolted your hips back and forth, collecting moisture on both your underwear and his skin.

Your pants sounded breathless, fogging up the air with unworked steam as you sat further up on his chest, brown eyes watching you intently.

“Take your panties off,” Simon spoke, voice stern as he grabbed at your waist, jolting your movements. Your hips raised as you rolled to the side, tugging the flimsy material off with a quick pull, crawling back over to him as a hand raised to rub at the prominent bulge growing under his briefs.

Your grip was firm, holding the hardening shaft in your palm as you stroked the impressive length. The Lieutenant muttered out a groan, a wet patch slowly forming to the side of his cock.

“C’mere,” he whispered, tugging at your wrists, “sit on my face.”

You stilled for a moment, tilting your head with a shallow laugh, ready to object.

“I can take your weight and I can handle a hell of a lot more than a pretty woman sitting on my mouth.”

You were quick to position yourself over his mouth, hovering slightly with nerves before a stripe licked up your heat, your slick melting onto the warmth of his tongue as you yipped into the air, surprised. Simon was quick to pull you flush against him, immediately diving into your cunt with eagerness as he suckled at your puffy clit, groaning around you.

“Si-Simon, fuck-“

Ghost was fuelled on the sounds you made, lapping at you faster as you moved against him, riding his face with desperation as you mewled. His cock was painfully hard, resting against his boxers with a strain as he rutted into the air slightly in an attempt to release his growing tension.

You looked heavenly; your head rolled back as you lapped in the growing sensation that struck through you. You were distracted, too overworked with pleasure as you moaned, a permanent image of you canvased into the man’s mind.

His tongue worked towards your entrance, slurping around the hole obscenely, striving off the feminine taste of you. You could feel yourself growing hotter, the back of your neck wet with sweat, a light sheen of condensation glistening against your moving body.

Your thighs constricted around his head as you approached your release, bucking faster against him as he kept a firm hold on you. Your moan was thick, tight with pleasure as you came with a loud gasp, rocking the sight of you into the men’s brains, reminding them of your similar memories together.

Simon didn’t stop, continuing to lick and slurp at your slick as you writhed above him, crying out at the overstimulation before he released you with a loud breath, his mouth pulled back in a wet smirk. A tender grip pulled you down by the neck to meet his lips, the taste of you diving into your mouth as you moaned into the kiss, a wanton passion caressing you.

“Let me take care of you,” he breathed, pushing you down onto the sheets with a light force. You were quick to nod, spreading supple thighs with an eagerness you would have never imagined having. Sympathetic kisses ran up your thighs, leaving dewy stains of his lips around sheen skin.

He was quick to pull his boxers off after pressing a slight kiss to your swollen clit, wrapping a hand around the angry member with a quick tug, pearls of pre-cum swirling from the tip before it lubricated the shaft with a squelch.

Your thighs found their way around his hips, settling at his back with a tight grip as he leaned down, pressing at the entrance of your pussy as your mouth fell open, pain shooting through you from the stretch. A string of expletives ripped through your tongue as you bit down, hot metallic rushing into your senses as Simon cooed above you, wiping your forehead down.

You were so full, cunt worked open with his length as you choked on the fog of the air, windows stained with layers of moisture as you gripped onto the sheets below you.

“Doing so well, nearly there baby, you’re ok.”

Air struck from your lungs as he rocked himself in, nudging your cervix with a hiss as you tightened your legs around him. He stilled, letting you adjust as your eyes clouded with unshed tears, skin wrinkled with uncomfort as you breathed short breaths.

“P-Please move,” you whimpered, staring into his eyes with certainty as you brought his face down to kiss you. Your bodies mangled into one, his hands gripping your wrists as he held them above your head, fucking into you with a growing pace as you moved your mouths against one another, twisted into a world of just the two of you.

It was rare for Simon to be intimate with someone he doesn’t know, too caught up with his own thoughts to enjoy the warmth of another but he felt like he knew you. He had conjured up his thoughts and ideas on you before you even spoke to one another, another version of him in a different body.

Your sounds merged into one, endless streams of moans and cries exhibiting into the halls as limbs tangled against wet skin. You were tight, gripping him with an obscene strength as he melted your walls into putty, constricting to his dominating length. Your neck was struck as you lifted it back, too absorbed in the pleasure as he took the opportunity to pepper with the delicacy in front of him with marks.

Your noises were hypnotising, sucking him into your chest with an arrogant whine as he stared down at you, carob eyes melting into burnt honey, the scent of sex settling into his nose hairs as he breathed in.

“Right there,” you gasped, rocking your forehead against his with a bang as Simon growled, working his pace into deeper motions. In this moment, he felt he was made for this, to provide for you, to pleasure you.

“Fuck- so fucking tight. Pussy was made for me-“

Your orgasm was unexpected, sucking his cock in with a cut-off scream of pleasure as you clenched rapidly. Simon grunted, attempting to maintain his composure as his thrusts grew sloppy. He pulled out with a hiss, emptying onto your heaving stomach in a series of intervals, hand tugging his shaft.

Your body was wrecked, legs trembling with aftershock as you lay there breathless, a pool of come resting against your abdomen. Ghost was quick to stand, walking to the bathroom with a huff as he cleaned you up, placing a hand against your cheek with an amorous caress.

There was a subtle knock on the door, your body flush against Simon’s as he tugged you back up the bed into him. You recognised the warmth of Price’s eyes before you took in his figure, a bowl of fruit in his hardened grip.

“Morning, sweetheart. Brought you some fruit.”

Your smile was barely visible, only crinkling the skin around your mouth slightly as you looked at him. “Thank you,” you spoke, voice hoarse.

The Captain leaned down, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he left the fruit on the wood of the bedside table. Nimble fingers worked around his wrist, holding him in place as begging eyes stared at him.

“I want you both – please.”

[mebis-art-dump]

Hello folks, and happy one year anniversary of Pale Court!

We're incredibly happy with how well received the mod was. We even got fans wanting to contribute to the translations! We went from the initial English, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and French to also include Russian and Japanese�� and heads up! Chinese and Korean translations are also in the making, and should be added on the next update.

Unfortunately, the year didn't go by completely devoid of issues; due to personal actions by Gauthier (Pharloom's musician), we have decided to remove the tracks he contributed to the mod, which will be replaced by new ones in the next patch.

Now, we'd like to give a shout-out to a few creatives that did pretty cool things about the mod, starting with vegathron and his deep dive into the inner workings of the mod's charms

Xero vs the pale court by flame-shadow

Redemption AMV by AriJr.

The Five Great Knights by lilibeille

Mystic Ze'mer by lil-ghast, aqi and Qulinecier

Tiso by aqira2yoo and Datisi

And so much more! Too many to add to a single Tumblr post, so we encourage checking out the pale court tag and our server's highlights! You can join our discord server to get updates and share with other fans of the mod here:

[liloinkoink]

ghast posted painted fate au art and ppl liked it so. preview of the bullshit i’ve been writing for it

Martyn leans back, looking at Ren around the portrait. Ren is still lounging, covered in dark fabric like a blanket. His eyes are closed—he’s been drifting off for the last half an hour as Martyn finished his work. He cracks an eye open at the sound of Martyn’s movement just in time to catch Martyn’s smile.

“It’s done, m’lord.”

Ren stands, and Martyn barely manages to stifle a gasp.

Ren’s body rises, but his head stays behind. It’s not the first time Martyn’s seen it—Ren’s risen from every single painting session with his head left behind. It wasn’t supposed to happen this time, though—this painting was supposed to be enough. It was supposed to make it stop.

Martyn doesn’t understand. Why didn’t it work? Was it too abstract? He’d thought the roses were perfect. Striking, stunning scarlet severed too soon, why is there still blood on his hands?

“Is that really how you see me?” The King is right behind Martyn now—when did he get so close?

Martyn hums, and does not look at him.

“Aye, m’lord,” he lies.

“What do you think it means?” King Ren asks. He’s facing the canvas. Martyn can’t tell what he thinks of the portrait, as his head is face down across the room.

“I’m not sure, m’lord,” he says, “They’re not always literal. It can be hard to tell.”

“It’s romantic, don’t you think?” King Ren asks, “The roses, I mean.”

“Roses are often a symbol of romance. Perhaps you have love in your future, m’lord,” Martyn agrees. The King’s hand rests on his shoulder. He represses a flinch.

“I think I do.”

[inthelittlezine]

Say hello to the InTheLittleZine organizer, @anpanbun

Pronouns: she/her

Anpan has been insane over Martyn Inthelittlewood since circa 2012, and its really reared its head in the last year or so. You can count on her bad sleep schedule being even worse until this zine gets made!

Next up is @kingtheghast

Pronouns: she/he/they

Ghast is an artist and designer who loves doing character art. Sometimes, they draw minecraft youtubers. Maybe more than sometimes. Okay maybe all the time-

(Quick note, I couldn't have gotten this zine off the ground without Ghast's help <3 -Anpan)

Meet our second Art Mod, @maggymations (pfp credit @/sofi1z)

Pronouns: she/her

Maggy, mostly called Mags, is an artist and (sometimes) animator that has only been in the mcyt fandom since around 6 months ago. She’s always open to meeting new people and is super excited to get the zine up and running!

Introducing the first half of our writing mod team, @phosphorus-noodles

Pronouns: she/they

Hello everybody! Phosphorus Noodles also known as Pho has been following Martyn's work since 3rd Life and is very proud of themself for correctly predicting the winner's pov of Limited Life from day one.

Here's the other half of our writing mod team, @ilexdiapason

Pronouns: they/them

Ilex has had the lyrics to "Screw The Nether" memorised since it was released. They currently show no signs of kicking Martyn out from where he's been living in their head rent-free since then.

Say hi to @tinjap!

Pronouns: she/her

Tinja's favourite things in the world are drawing silly little pictures, doing silly little crafts, collecting silly little things and thinking silly little thoughts about Martyn.

Last but certainly not least, its @contravictoire

Pronouns: they/them

Vic loves Evo SMP maybe a bit too much for their own good, and you can catch them obsessing over Martyn's Eyes and Ears lore at all times! (You didn't hear it here at the ITLZ, but they are also a big PearlescentMoon and TangoTek fan!)