#ghost adventure spirit orb

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

˗ˏˋ chloe moriondo songs. ´ˎ˗

i just wanna talk about em

take your time 🪽 (guys. gouys you do ot do not understand. you do not understand the magnificence and transcendence and splendor that is this goddamn song. i hear 0.0001 seconds of this song and all my mental illness is cured. this song keeps me awake at night. play this at my funeral and my spirit will never die. fuckin bop.)

hell hounds 💥 (power anthem)

killbot! 🪫 (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAITSSO.GOOD.)

celebrity (blood bunny version tho srry) 🎬 (delicious)

bugbear 🧠 (so me coded fr)

cdbaby<3 💿 (its just so astronomically vibey)

hotel for clowns 🎟️ (aw hell yeah i feel so devious and homicidal and sugar high)

trophy 🏆 (idk what to tell you this one just does smth to me)

hearteyes 💕 (OOOOOOOOOOO like i want to fall in love and i want it to feel like this)

vapor ���� (i am on top of the fucking world)

strawberry blonde 🍑 (I. LOVE. WOMEN!!!!11!111)

samantha 💐 (i may be dangerously lonely but this one still has me so happy)

plastic purse 🎀 (such a bop omg has me goin funkin n groovin in my boots)

waves 🌀 (yk that picture of the cross eyed rabbid. that's how i feel when i listen to this song because i don't even know what to feel i don't know how i'm supposed to exist alongside this song)

silly girl 💌 (sigh. i kin.)

little moth 🍃 (maybe everything will be okay)

slacker 💬 (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. that's all i can say about these songs at this point)

i want to be with you 🫶 (this song is a mindset)

girl on tv ☀️ (will scream at the top of my lungs at any given moment)

exhausted 🌑 (i. i actually cry thinking about this song. i just. i)

ty for your time

i don't care how long this one is. i will never shut up about them

[liommagic]

photo IDs at bottom of post for screenreaders unable to read alt text

ghostadventuresongic ;

a gender that is related to, influenced by, or just is the song ghost adventure spirit orb by chloe moriondo. 

↳ pronunciation [ gowst - ad - ven - chr - song - ick ]

↳ etymology   [ ghostadventure ] — ghost adventure spirit orb   [ songic ] — a -songic gender

this is my part of @gl1tch3d-h3ll 's 100 follower coining event  day six: ghosts / spirits

flag meaning:  colours are colourpicked from the spirit orb album cover, the colours correlate with the different sections of the song:

very dark cyan is the intro and outro soft green are the verses soft yellow is the pre-chorus greenish yellow is the chorus dark cyan is the bridge

the widths of the stripes approximately correlate with the amount of time in each section of the song.

IMAGE IDs: ( both flags are the same ) an unequally-spaced, horizontally-seven-striped flag. from top to bottom, the heights of the stripes are approximately 1/28, 1/7, 1/9, 1/7, 1/7, 3/14, 3/14. the colours, from top to bottom, are very dark cyan, soft green, soft yellow, greenish yellow,  soft green, dark cyan, very dark cyan

[vividaway]

idk ab you but Ghost Adevture Spirit Orb by Chloe Moriondo will ALWAYS be a song ab maladaptive daydreaming. idc what its true intentions were thats my ultimate headcanon for that song and it fits perfectly 

[little-emerald-snake]

Kinktober Day 28

Primal - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

1.4k words

It had all started when Sebastian had caught his kindred spirit sneaking out of the dorms late at night. He’d been up late reading on the common room couch when he saw her sneak by in what she thought was an undetected fashion.

He’d gotten up, carefully placing his book off to the side to follow her outside of the castle walls. She’d made her way all the way to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest before he’d revealed himself and questioned her. “Not off to naughty places in the dead of night are you? Sounds too much like something I’d do.”

She’d jumped, panic clutching at her heart as she turned to face him. Her body doing its best to process the correct action for this threat. “Oh! Sebastian! I can explain. I just…erm…”

Sebastian straightened, crossing his arms with a cocky smirk across his lips. Her resolve faltered when she took in his mussed hair and rolled sleeves. She experienced an odd sort of de ja vu as the dream she’d just woken from in her bed seemed to flash in front of her eyes.

In the dream, none other than Hogwart’s best dueling had been chasing her through the forbidden forest, causing her heart rate to skyrocket. She had woken from the dream in a sweaty heap on the bed when her dream Sebastian had pinned her to a tree and stated just how thoroughly he’d defile her against it.

Needless to say, ending up in the forbidden forest with the man who'd just taken her so lustfully in her dreams was a bit of a shock. Still in disbelief she picked the skin of her arm just to make sure she wasn't sleeping again and was somewhere between pleased and sad to realize she was indeed awake.

The pinch wasn't lost on Sebastian’s speculative eyes as they took in her lack of composure. His coffee brown orbs traced up the skin of her arms to the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “What’s got you so worked up? Is everything okay?”

He’d stepped forward to comfort her and she stumbled backwards away from him to keep the distance between them. Not yet trusting enough of herself to keep her from saying or doing something stupid.

Sebastian crossed his arms again, leaning his weight all on one foot. “What's going on with you? You look as if you've seen a ghost. Although knowing you. Perhaps you have.”

She swallowed hard, giving a hesitant laugh as she adjusted her footing. She took a deep breath and tried to will the oxygen to process in her racing mind. “I erm, woke from a strange dream and I’m getting an odd bit of deja vu is all. Nothing to be so concerned for. I just came for a walk to clear my mind.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Hm. Yes. A calming walk in the Forbidden Forest to calm the mind in the dead of night. Sounds just like what you need. Let’s see, what was this ‘dream’ of yours about. Hm?”

She swallowed, the composure she’d just gained flying right out the window. “Oh erm, well I…hardly find it appropriate to share with a classmate.”

A dark chuckle left his mouth and he took a slow step toward her. “Ah I see. You're having dirty dreams about me and you in the Forbidden Forest then? How uncouth of you to be getting me involved in a scandal even while you sleep.”

Her mouth was far too dry to respond to him or react when he took another small step toward her. “You know, if you share what exactly happened in your dream, maybe I’ll find it in myself not to take the knowledge of your little night adventure to the headmaster. I’m sure he’d be very interested in speaking to you.”

Her eyes met his and her stomach sank as she realized he looked entirely serious. “Y-You want to hear what happened in my dream? Why?”

He shrugged, leaning his body against a nearby tree. “Call it curiosity. Call it a fantasy. Really call it whatever you like. But using your dirty dreams as fodder for my own surely sounds quite pleasant. Especially knowing what my new charge really thinks about me behind closed doors.”

She sighed, pushing the part of her that gave off every alarm bell in the book, deep, deep down inside of her and stuffing it under the wave of teenage hormones that surfaced. “W-well…in the dream you’d brought me out here to scavenge for something you’d found in a book from the restricted section. B-but in order to get the thing to show up…we had to induce the fear of the hunted.”

His eyes widened in surprise as he listened to her. “S-so you had me run and you hunted me down…and it excited me…made my adrenaline spike and you sensed it…and decided to…do something else with me as a thank you for helping you.”

He unfolded his arms, giving her a look and taking in the small details he hadn't before. The rise and fall of her chest, her pink cheeks, her thighs pressed tightly together. “So this dream, it has you quite worked up, right?”

She nodded, embarrassment flaming to life on her cheeks as she took a breath. “In truth, yes. I can’t say I’m not attracted to it. I’m sorry for dreaming such things about you but It’s not like I meant to do it.”

He grinned, stepping forward to close the gap between them. “Oh my dear. There’s no need to be sorry for the pleasurable little dreams your mind makes up. But, if for some reason you want those little dreams to come true…all you need to do is ask.”

His eyes had darkened as he said it, causing her heart rate to pick up as he stepped back and watched her fumble over her words. Next thing she knew, she was giving him a small nod, causing a satisfied growl to leave him as well as his own nod. “Run.”

She gasped, turning and immediately taking off into the Forbidden Forest. She ran, fast and faster, as hard as her legs could take her while she held her Hogwarts robes in her hands to avoid snagging or tripping over the edges of it.

She kept running, hard. She could hear his deep rumbling chuckle all around her it seemed. No matter how fast or how hard she ran. She could see him all around her. This was even better than her dream.

Her heart nearly stopped when she flicked her head forward only to halt in her tracks. Standing smugly in front of her was none other than Sebastian Sallow not looking like he’s ran for even half a minute.

Sebastian moved forwards and grasped her shoulder, twisting them so her back was placed against the tree. She had bits of twigs and leaves in her hair from the brush she’d run through and he chuckled, plucking it out of her hair.

Once he had her back pinned against the tree she stuttered uselessly over her words while he pressed her back against the bark, only protected by her school robes.

He chuckled darkly, pinning her harshly as he lifted her skirts. She moaned pleasurably as he pulled his wand, binding her to the tree with a simple spell. “Silly witch. Exerting so much energy to run with those pretty legs instead of just using magic.”

She whimpered as invisible ropes pinned her to the tree. The rough pads of Sebastian’s fingers brushed against the soft sensitive skin of her thighs as he held her skirts up. “Do you want me to fuck you against this tree darling?”

She whimpered, nodding enthusiastically. He smiled, undoing his trousers, pulling himself out and sliding her underwear to the side. “Not a very proper lady are you? Just wanting a quick and dirty fuck in forbidden places we aren’t even allowed. Such a dirty girl for me. My perfect girl.”

He plunged himself inside her heat, gritting his teeth and grunting as her soaking wet core willingly accepted him. She moaned as he filled her inch by delicious inch. Crying out when he bottomed out inside of her.

He was merciless, taking his pleasure and using her pliant body. She clenched eagerly as his hips postponed into her tightness. He fucked her hard, groaning at her walls tightening around her. “Merlin, you're so tight. Gonna cum around my cock already?”

She writhed under the invisible binds, body willing and needy as she tightened around him, moaning unabashedly. “Fuck, you really are gonna cum. That’s a good girl. Let go for me, pretty little thing.”

Her head smacked backwards against the bark as she constricted around him desperately. He practically growled in her ear as she fell apart, his own orgasm following quickly behind hers, filling her warmth as his teeth sunk deep into her neck.

Kinktober Prompt List

[creatrackers]

WIP Aesthetic Tag

Thanks for the tag @anyablackwood !!!

Rules: "Make a moodboard for your WIP, a playlist (3+ songs/music will suffice but it can be as long as you want) and describe the Vibe of your WIP."

For Creatrackers:

I have a playlist for them:

But here are some key songs:

Outlook - The Front Bottoms

Ghost Adventure Spirit Orb - Chloe Moriondo

Baby You’re A Haunted House - Gerard Way

I’ll Die Anyway - Girl In Red

Cursed - Lord Huron

Fluorescent Adolescence - Arctic Monkeys

From Eden - Hozier

My Bodys a Zombie For You - Dead Man’s Bones

Vibe of my series:

Monster/ghost hunting

Light academia

Silly slice of life (but like… if your life is working at Watcher)

Adventures! Quests! Research! Road trips!

Spending time with your found family

For fans of Buffy tvs/Scooby Doo (mystery inc, especially), Gravity Falls, Over The Garden Wall, Coraline, Paranorman, etc. etc.

Growing up (characters are 18-20 and get older)

Self discovery (path in life, place in the world, sexuality, gender, etc.)

I’ll be tagging @toribookworm22 @sleepyrxsetea @comicgoblinwrites @elizaellwrites + open tag!

I don’t really have writeblrs to tag! I need some more friends on here hahaha :,)

[jecksaa]

A Ghostly Touch

It's the last day of Kinkmas and I finally had a bit more inspiration! On the last day i give you Richard Jackdaw Prompt was Spectrophilia. word count - 1.6k Enjoy! and a friendly reminder MDNI, please only read if 18+ as always.

Richard Jackdaw had roamed these halls for decades, watching students and teachers come and go. None of them had really paid much attention to him, nor had he shown an interest in them. Barely a brain shared between them that they would be able to solve his puzzles, or daring enough for an exciting adventure. Not until she started in her fifth year, she was the first student to talk to him in years. Her ability to solve his puzzles, her adventurous nature and her fighting spirit drew Jackdaw towards her. She had offered to help him, scout his tomb to find the missing pages and in return she helped him ease his mind about his death. Since that day he had found himself following her around the castle, and around the highlands. Jackdaw just wanted to watch her, all the adventures she would go. The ashwinders, poachers and goblins she fought and won against. The towns folk and students she was running errands for, and his personal favourite was watching her run around collecting those stupid blue glowing orbs all because the Caretaker was afraid of Demiguise. But he never interfered with any of her endeavours, just watching from a distance. He wasn’t sure when the watching turned into longing, he wasn’t even aware he could have those feelings being a ghost. But here he was longing for her, she was in her seventh year at Hogwarts. She had grown into quite the lovely young woman, she had adjusted to the wizarding world, but that didn’t mean her adventurous nature had disappeared. He watched her sneak around the castle every other night, whether that be to the kitchen to grab a snack, to another common room to spend time with friends or down into the musty old underground dungeon she liked to hang out in with those two Slytherin boys. Tonight though she had decided to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower, where her own little hidey hole was located. Jackdaw had been into many different variations of the Room of Requirement, but hers was definitely the most unique. Four vivariums full of many different types of beasts that she had rescued, a space too large for one person yet she has filled every corner of it with potion tables, potting stations, and mismatch furniture.

He passed through the castle walls, to his surprise she was no where to be seen. He floated between the rooms she would normally occupy, her cauldrons unattended and her plants unharvested. He checked all four vivariums with no luck. He stood in the middle of the main entrance, maybe he was wrong, maybe she had gone further up to the observation deck instead. As he was about to leave, a slightly ajar door catches his eye, a dim light passing through the crack. This room wasn’t here last time he visited. He drifted towards the room; a soft noise slipped through gap. The sight that befell him was like nothing he had seen before. A small bedroom with a small fireplace, an armchair, a corner bookshelf behind it and in the middle of the room a double wooden bed. And her lying on the bed, legs bent, skirt gather around her hips and her hand between her thighs, the softest mewls falling from her lips. Jackdaw froze at the sight, unsure if he should leave or stay… of course he should leave, this was no place for a ghost… but something in him couldn’t make him look away, she looked wonderful, sounded exquisite. Her sounds began to grow slightly, her breathing beginning to shallow, her chest heaving. Jackdaw wanted to be closer, wanted to see her completely, wanted to witness her reach that peak and fall off the edge. He floated towards her, needing to get her attention without completely startling her, he gave a small cough. She sprung up from the bed, eyes wide and darting towards him. “Merlins sake, Jackdaw…” Her breathing started to even out, her hand retreating from between her thighs, her cheeks a bright shade of pink. “How long… have you been there?” she asked. “Not long, but long enough.” His brow raised at her question; his arms folded in front. “Well… did you need something?” “I just saw you sneaking about, and I wanted to hang out again. It has been a while since we spent time together.” “Oh, it has been a while. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with studying for NEWT’s, but umm… right now isn’t the best time.” Her skirt had been pulled over her legs, and her arms were wrapped around her knees pulling them into her chest. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Jackdaw paused for a moment, he thought to himself that she was the most exciting adventure he had come across in the longest time. “It’s just… it’s been an awfully long time since I’ve… seen that.” If ghosts needed to breath, he would have let out the heaviest sigh. “I was wondering if I could… watch?” “You want to watch… me?” Her eyes were wide again, her breath catching in her throat. Her gaze shifting from his, looking anywhere else but at him. “Sorry, forget I said anything.” He could see her embarrassment settle in. “No, it’s not that… I’ve just never had anyone watch before.” Her eyes slowly drawn back to him. “I guess all you could do is watch…” Her gaze looked over his spectral form.

Jackdaw raised his hands, how he wished he could touch her. He looked at them, turning them in front of him, looking through them he could see her settle back down onto the bed, her hands gathered her skirt back around her hips. He shifted to the end of the bed, taking a seat on the bench at the end of the bed, his elbows rested on the bed and his head rested in his hands. He watched her fingers slide between her folds, rubbing small circles into her clit. Her moans were a little louder than before, her legs shook a little with pleasure. His name was a whisper on her lips, he longed to be able to make her scream it himself. He had seen the reactions of the students when other ghosts had passed through them, like they almost felt them. He had always avoided such things, but he moved his hand across the bed to where her foot was, reaching for it. She trembled at the sensation, a soft whimper coming from her. “Can you feel that?” He asked. Her breathing was heavy. “I felt... something…” He shifted himself onto the bed, it didn’t bow at his weightlessness. His hand ran over her bare skin, up her calve and down her thigh. Her eyes shut tightly at the touch; her breath hitched; keen mewls escaping her. Jackdaw couldn’t feel anything, but if she could then just maybe, he could help. “Do you mind if I try something, you just keep going.” Her only response was a firm nod. He smirked at her eagerness. His hand danced over her thigh, moving it slowly down to where her hand was rubbing against herself, his hand joined hers. Her back arched; a sharp breath pulled from her “fu-uck”. “Does that feel good?” Jackdaw asked. “Y-es.” His smirk turned into a smile, pleased with himself he began to follow her movements. Watching their fingers glide over her sensitive clit, the way when she hit a certain spot it would make her moan a little louder. He could see her legs tense a bit, she almost seemed to be holding her breath slightly. His gaze dragged up her body, her free hand was resting inside her unbuttoned shirt, her bottom lip was in-between her teeth. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his afterlife.

His name was on her lips again, almost begging for more, more he could not give. Her fingers began to slide further down, they rubbed against her weeping entrance before they delved in. His ghostly fingers followed hers, he wasn’t sure what her fingers were doing inside, but he tried to mimic as best he could. Slowly rubbing against her walls, at least he hoped that was what he was doing. It was confirmed when her moans started to become desperate, her legs shook harder. “There, right there!” Her voice was begging him. He couldn’t deny her, he moved his fingers quicker, her pleasure was evident and loud. The hand that had been under her shirt was now grabbing at the sheets underneath her. Jackdaw placed his free hand just above her clit, his thumb relaxing on it, slowly rubbing circles. “S-hit, Jackdaw, fuck… please, I want to come.” Another confirmation that she could feel something. Her peak coming in high and fast. “Come then and scream my name when you do.” He was smug, proud even that he could make her like this even in this form. “Jackdaw!” Her body convulsed at the command, her feet firmly pressed into the mattress, her eyes shut tight, her fingers thrusting inside, her slick dripping down her skin. She laid there for a moment, fingers retreating slowly. They glistened in the dim light from the fireplace, he wished he could lick them clean for her. Her legs fell to one side, slightly rolling to her side. Her breathing becoming steady once again. Jackdaw floated over to the side of the bed, resting his arms on the mattress. “Looked like you enjoyed yourself there.” “I did, that felt…” She paused as she thought over her words “different. I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but I definitely felt something… and it was incredible.” Her lip pulled back in-between her teeth. He chuckled at her explanation. They stayed like this for some time, talking over some of the adventures she had been on recently before she drifted off to sleep. He attempted to place a kiss on her forehead before leaving her to rest. The softest smile graced her lips.

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song: ghost adventure spirit orb by chloe moriondo!!! tysm ^_^

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

I FOUND THIS THE OTHER DAY AND YOU ALL NEED TO SEE IT!!!!!

It's a Pac-man and the Ghostly Adventures story and somehow manages to align SUPER WELL with my own headcannons when it comes to Betrayus' back story and it's been making me beyond happy so far. It's so great for a variety of different reasons, and the main one being that it's really leaning into the pure untapped potential of the show.

I know I've talked about this before in regards to my own AU being a darker version of the show, since it's honestly just taking the horror potential of the dumb little show, and running with it. Like, baseline, the story is quite terrifying. It's a story about 2 brothers. One's neglected, goes insane, starts a war, commits genocide amongst a certain race of orbs (The yellow ones) loses the war, then essentially gets him and his whole army electric chaired- But his and the others ghosts stay, so they have to banish all of their spirits to an underground cavern and seal it off so they can't come back out. Years later, a high school student accidentally unleashes them, and they lay siege to the city once again. Except this time they're already dead, so everyone's kind of just screwed.

Like- that's a freaking awesome premise- don't lie to yourself.

AND THIS-

This story so far has me IN A CHOKE HOLD. IT IS SO FLIPPING AWESOME!

Also, I just found their Tumblr today too, so go check them out! 👉 @ell-arts

[revalentine2]

Object Pokemon Halloween Spooktacular! - Team Objective plays Pokemon Emerald

The gloomy Mt. Pyre looms in the distance...

We're back to a gorgeous reflection of the daytime sky! Honestly, though, I'd love to see the darker side of things. Weird, I feel like I haven't seen it get dark once.

There's Team Aqua. You'd think those guys would rather explore the deep sea than a mountain. ...Could some power be lurking there?

I sincerely doubt the mountain having its own pier is the reason.

So I researched what pokemon can be found in this region's safari zone, and you know what I found? NOTHING! NADA! ZILCH! Well, there are geodude in some rock smash rocks, but other that that NOTHING! Why on earth would this "Safari" zone only be filled with natural animals? It makes ZERO sense! Oh, but the grass right OUTSIDE has object pokemon.

...Wait. The grass right outside the zone has object pokemon.

THIS object pokemon!

That's a PIECE OF CLOTH!!!!!!!!

Welcome to the squad, Zipp! I'm sure we'll find someplace you'll be useful...and, now that I think about it, where there's one ghost, there should be more. Ghosts and objects go hand in hand! There's a word for these objects with spirits-Tsukumogami!

...first, though, that jungle trek was pretty tiring. Let's rest up in the next town over.

See? Team Aqua should be more interested in this kind of nonsense! ...Though, now that I think on it, maybe I shouldn't dismiss this so lightly. I found one of those rock patterns in the ocean, after all.

And fans of object pokemon too, right? Right?????

Contests...I may be a battler, but I would love to indulge in showing off the aesthetic charms of my object pokemon! That's their core appeal, after all! However, I don't know the first thing about contests. Maybe another day.

I guess instead I can see if this department store has any dolls oF OH MY GOD WHY IS HE HERE AGAIN.

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Oh...my...GOD!

They have dolls of BALTOY!

I've found my people at last! Iris, you have evolved by now, but we now have a cute reminder of your original form forever. Give me fifty!

I was advised against bying fifty and instead looking into means of powering up my team. Thankfully these places sell TMs, too.

We'll have Zipp tag along for now. On to Mt. Pyre!

A chilling, mournful place...I will search it and plunder it of its treasures!

(Those treasures being the pokemon. Don't rob graves, kiddos.)

Ah, DUSKULL! One In recognize! I did see some dolls of it back in the department store. Now, Duskull ITSELF is not an object pokemon, but DusCLOPS is a paper lantern ghost! it'll be another welcome ghostly addition!

That eye looks like it has seen the end of the world.

I've finished exploring the gravestones inside, but it seems there is an outside area. Could any extra spookums be found around here?

...Huh. No, it's a pure psychic bellchime.

I love all object pokemon regardless, but somehow I doubt this one is getting any more screentime on this adventure. We will capture him nonetheless.

Drat, the rival teams have gotten here before me. I have been distracted. But, crystal orbs, you say...orbs are OBJECTS!!!!

(I'm kidding. I sincerely doubt these orbs are alive.)

This lady says they're connected to the 'super-ancient pokemon', though. Another target!

A Magma emblem? What use is this? I don't need another team's emblem, I already have my own! I have no desire to dress up as a Magma member, not even if it was Halloween!

I'll consider what to do later. Right now...honestly, I kind of want to get out of here. This place is starting to really give me the creeps.

Time for some quick training! Allsee and Zipp need to catch up to the rest of the team, fast. Ghost types could be an incredible boon.

...Oh, sure, random trainer, show me the other meteorite pokemon I never managed to find. Laugh in my pretty face. (It's so seasonal, too!)

So Shuppet becomes a doll itself! Cute!!! And there's that paper lantern ghost. No Dusknoir destiny for you, Allsee.

I admit, right now I'm a little puzzled. I need to stop whatever those two teams are doing with those orbs (and reap any benefits for myself, of course), but I have no lead other than this Magma Emblem. Let me think, did I ever see Team Magma anywhere suspicious...?

While I think, I'm going to work on something exciting. Here in the desert I will be setting up Team Objective's Hoenn base! Renovations should be complete next episode. Until next time...Happy Hallowee-uh, I mean, Object Pokemon are OBJECTIVELY the best!

Team: StepStone the Graveler (F) Skybomb the Weezing (F) Sungaze the Solrock 'Splodey the Electrode Zipp the Banette (F) Allsee the Dusclops (F)

[dominustempori]

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire - my takes, thoughts and stuff I kinda got wrong

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE!!!

1) First off: things I definitely got wrong after thoroughly enjoying the teaser trailer…

James Acaster = NOT OSCAR BARRETT. Snarky scientist employed by Mr Zeddemore? Yes, absolutely. Anyone else get a slight Alan Tudyk vibe from his character?

Secret Society? Well, kind of? Not late 1890s but STILL Victorian era. And, why exactly would these “Adventurers” want to release a revenge-bent ancient deity? Because they can? For that matter, did they maybe kidnap Nadeem’s grandmother, or steal the orb from her? There’s so much more to her story (and presumably her family/predecessors in regard to keeping Garraka’s prison safe and hidden) we don’t know about…

On that note, Garakka wasn’t trying to escape the containment unit, he wanted to release all the ghosts within it (that the guys had caught AFTER 1984? after Peck originally turned it off? Gil, more details and context please!)

But I DID get Patton Oswalt’s character right! Li-freaking-brarian! And the whole “under-library?”Totally borrowed from the Video Game (Special Archives level!)

2) Couldn’t help these ideas, they just popped in there…and sort of in order of the movie’s chronology:

-How EXACTLY did Walter “Dickless” Peck go from the EPA to MAYOR OF NYC?!

-Darn that final edit! I liked the bit with “overruled! sustained!” from Paul and Finn.

-Couldn’t Winston have helped fix up the firehouse a LITTLE more over the last, what 2 years? I mean, it’s a business AND a single family home now!

-Also guessing they hauled as much of Egon’s equipment, tech and books as they could from Summerville to Manhattan, right?

-Love Janine being back and as sassy as ever…but mainly throwing in one-liners for the sake of exposition? Which I got a kick out of, don’t get me wrong, but they could’ve gone a little deeper with her character, possibly? Guess I’m still not happy with how much of Annie’s scenes got cut in “Afterlife…”

-Glad Callie’s embraced her Ghostbuster heritage. And look at her piloting that drone trap! Boom!

-OMG Phoebe. I have ALL the feels for her moreso than before. 15, frustrated, feeling isolated…and upping the acerbic sarcasm to 11…then doing something that very well could be read as, maybe more than purely experimental?, at least in my mind (look closely…when she gets into that extractor, her heart rate drops to 42 bpm). And what if something went wrong with the timer?

-And OMG when Melody double crossed her…was I the only one who thought they’d kiss, maybe? Anyone else think of that plot device from the newer DuckTales first season? Just me?

-Or did the orb and wax cylinder give anyone Venture Brothers season 3 vibes?

-Or how the “open rift over the firehouse to the spirit world” idea totally made me think of new Doctor Who, season 1?

-Oh yeah, Kumail is a fire MASTER, and NOT a Fire BENDER!

-One more: NARNIA AND MIDDLE EARTH JOKES!!!

Damn, I need a part 2 after all these pop culture mentions. I’ll pick this up tomorrow.

Peace out, Ghostheads!

[fyrebrandd]

⸻ characters penned by em, dependent of dragonfirehq.

( anya taylor-joy , twenty-six , cis-woman , she/her ) : ANNOUNCING !! princess helaena of  house targaryen hailing from king’s landing. they are known to be adventurous & proud but also, bratty & unserious across the realm. there are faint whispers that they support house targaryen.

helaena was born screaming into the night like a little changeling. her mother’s hard labor was followed by a harder birth which almost costed the queen her life. but alas the dragoness survived and so did her little dragon. as a second eldest princess with a sister and three brothers to secure the line of succession, helaena was granted the true freedom of a princess whose presence was hardly ever noted amidst the crowd of her mother’s offsprings. 

like all targaryen children, she received an onyx colored egg, placed in her crib with the hope of a hatchling that would bond with the princess. but by the time the princess had passed five namedays, the egg remained a glistening black orb — cold and unalive. when they took the egg away, helaena screamed and fought as if they were robbing her off her birthright. it was inevitable that the young princess felt as if she were a fraud, a weakling of a targaryen. that changed when, at the age of six and ten, helaena came upon the riderless wild dragon, grey ghost, upon one misty morning. their bond was forged out of pure chance but their ancient blood sung for one another and they became inseparable since. 

as the fifth child and second daughter with two more legitimate sisters to follow, helaena was unburdened by the watchful eyes of her lord father and lady mother. she had had her years of indulgence and exploration, alongside her like-spirited brother, vaegon. their adventures thrilled helaena and it was as if the feast would never end and the wine would never stop flowing. 

but the fate was cruel. her eldest sister was granted permission to be one of their mother’s queensguard, and so the burden of the ‘eldest’ daughter fell upon the carefree young princess. and like everything she had ever done in life, helaena fought and resisted fiercely to great success as she remained unwed still after six and twenty namedays.

[connectparanormal]

Paranormal Great Bear Rainforest

Situated on the central coast of British Columbia, Canada, the Great Bear Rainforest is a location of unmatched natural beauty. One of the world's largest temperate rainforests, covering an area of over 6.4 million hectares, is home to tall cedars, lush ferns, and a variety of fauna, including the uncommon white-furred Kermode bear, also known as the spirit bear. Known for its stunning scenery and ecological significance, the rainforest also envelops itself in myth and mystery. Both Indigenous tribes and tourists have passed down stories of uncanny events and mysterious happenings, which some believe to be supernatural, over the centuries. For thousands of years, numerous Indigenous communities, like the Heiltsuk and Kitasoo/Xai’xais Nations, have coexisted peacefully with the Great Bear Rainforest. According to their oral histories, there are creatures that are beyond human comprehension, guardians who watch over the forest's sacred areas, and spirits who live there. Their cultural values and reverence for the natural world intricately link these tales, making them more than just folklore.

The Spirit Bear itself is the subject of one of the best-known stories.  Despite its scientific classification as a subspecies of the black bear with a unique genetic characteristic that gives it its white fur, many Indigenous people revere the bear as a sacred creature, a symbol of balance, and a remembrance of the ice-covered earth. Those who have had the good fortune to see a spirit bear report experiencing an unexplainable sense of peace and a sense of belonging to something much bigger than themselves. In addition to the spirit bear, several people who have visited the rainforest have reported experiencing paranormal activity. Even in the absence of other people, hikers and researchers have reported hearing weird, disembodied voices resonating through the thick forest. No matter how far they venture into the forest, others experience the unsettling sensation of constant surveillance. Others report seeing shadowy shapes that are too big and nimble to be any recognized animal dashing between the trees. There is frequently a spooky silence during these sightings, as though the forest is holding its breath. There are also claims of frequent cryptid sightings in the Great Bear Rainforest. The Pacific Northwest folklore ingrains the Sasquatch, often known as Bigfoot, as one of these creatures. According to indigenous mythology, the Sasquatch is a woodland protector who resides in a transitional realm between the material and spiritual realms. Reports from campers and adventurers today include finding enormous tracks in the mud and seeing gigantic, ape-like beings moving softly through the trees. Firsthand witnesses frequently speak with conviction, saying that what they witnessed defies any logical explanation, while skeptics reject these claims as hoaxes or misidentifications.

Another unexplained event associated with the Great Bear Rainforest is the appearance of strange lights in the sky. People frequently refer to these luminous orbs as ghost lights or earth lights, believing them to dance along the beach or hover over the treetops. Those who have seen the lights up close are not satisfied with the natural explanations put out by scientists, such as bioluminescence, swamp gas, or electromagnetic disturbances. Many claim that they are clever and seem to react to sound or movement. While some attribute these lights to alien activities, others view them as a manifestation of the forest's spirits. The natural and the supernatural appear to blend together in the Great Bear Rainforest, a region of immense mystery. There is no doubting the sense of wonder and awe the forest evokes, regardless of whether one believes the bizarre happenings are the result of human imagination, cryptids, or spirits. It serves as both a reminder of how little we actually understand about the world and evidence of nature's timeless ability to enthrall and enigmatize. Through its breathtaking beauty or hints of the unknown, the Great Bear Rainforest is more than just a place to visit; it moves the soul.

[artsykin]

frogkin playlist

genre(s): calming indie

💚 - ghost adventure spirit orb (chloe moriondo)

🐸 - kalmia kid (chloe moriondo)

💚 - frog (cavetown)

🐸 - frog summer (leon chang)

💚 - a frog’s day out (MYLK)

🐸 - overgrown garden (beetlebug)

💚 - shy little frog (sushisingz)

🐸 - mushroom (enna alouette)

💚 - how to let go (august greenwood)

🐸 - snail (cavetown and chloe moriondo)

💚 - three of swords (ratwyfe)

🐸 - flower picking (charlie bear)

extra (rock + grunge)

💚 - frogs (alice in chains)

🐸 - frog song (in the works)

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

OOOO CONGRATS!! MARS PLEASE

-eve

thank you for visiting the planetarium!

MARS - i make you a ten song playlist based on the vibes i get from you/your blog - okay okay ussualy id just make this a spotify playlist but you dont have spotify so im making a list instead:

i do adore - mindy gledhill

from eden - hozier

achilles heel - j. maya

d&d is gay (but so am i so that tracks) - newgrounds death rugby

ghost adventure spirit orb - chloe moriondo

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) - studio killers

july - sir chloe

kaleidoscope - chappell roan

something just like this - the chainsmokers

dandelions - ruth b.

[adleryoung]

If I was journeying to the North Woods to find "Wild Rebecca of the Wood," I would need to prepare myself. Dr. Cesawonki might not know about wraith-rabbits, but I knew they were sinister shadows that flitted furtively around the edges of their victim's vision just before they pounced! You had to be constantly on the lookout!

I rummaged in my Elfintory to make sure I had the supplies I would need for my trip, and happened to find the scry-orbs. They were painted to look like eyeballs. I had a dim recollection of (sometime during my long isolation) making a face out of dried grass and putting the orbs in it so I would have someone to talk to. Hopefully I would never have to resort to that again, but one never knew… I carefully put the orbs back into my Elfintory and continued taking stock of my supplies.

Once satisfied that I was ready, I changed into a suit of lowfolk-style clothes and set out. I had a small detail of Ixies accompany me - but at a discreet distance, so as not to attract attention as I roamed the lowfolk world. This was to be my biggest adventure yet!

The journey itself held little of note.

Stopped by inclement weather on the other side of Ballynure, I had to spend the night in an abandoned mansion where I met a group of lowfolk youths who had a large house-ant named Folly (after an old folk song that went "Fa la la la la, where art thou?" which the youngsters sang loudly at every opportunity.) I was initially surprised to learn that Folly could talk, but my interest waned after I realized all he could say was "Merthy thaketh, Thlovenly," to the unkempt goat lad who was apparently his master. The rest of the time he was getting underfoot and begging for "Folly treats" which were grimy lumps of sugar which Slovenly carried in his pockets. It was my misfortune to be in the mansion the same night these youths were there to investigate an alleged haunting. They spent several hours bumbling around and "investigating" only to find out the mansion wasn't really haunted at all! What a disappointment! Old man McJack, the property's caretaker, had been disguising himself as a ghost to scare away visitors and spread rumors. His goal was to drive the value of the property down so he could buy it cheap. A rather lame plot, I must say! But I suppose it takes a fool to catch a fool. I left that place feeling slightly dumber from exposure to these meddling kids and their talking pet.

After that, I decided traveling by foot was not suitable for a person of my stature, so I took a ride on a lowfolk train for the first time. Would you believe it: A grisly murder happened while I was on board. Coincidentally, there happened to be a lowfolk detective aboard as well, a clever chap named Heracles Parrot. I helped him do a little bit of detecting. He was much better at it than the doltish children I had met earlier, and it didn't take long to discover that everyone on the train except Monsieur Parrot and myself had taken part in the murder. That guy must have been unpopular. The police arrested everyone at the next station, and with no engineer we were stranded.

At that point I found out, much to my chagrin, that I had boarded the wrong train and had been traveling in the completely wrong direction. On top of that, the station was in the middle of a wild, desolate moor. Monsieur Parrot invited me to accompany him on the next train, but he was heading South and I needed to go North. I set off on foot, but once again got caught by bad weather. I was forced to spend the night in an old cabin where I met a very intense young fellow who, for some reason, had a saw instead of a hand. He was (somehow) in possession of an evil book of Netherhells lore, and of course had foolishly used it to release a bunch of evil spirits that could reanimate the dead. If I hadn't come along, he would have been in real trouble, but fortunately my knowledge of magick allowed me to dispel all of the wicked bogeys in a trice.

At that point I remembered (with a vicious smack of my own forehead)that I had the ability to teleport. I notified my Ixie escort of my intentions and simply pooked as far North as I dared. From there I again pooked to the horizon, and again, and so on until I eventually found myself at the edge of the fabled North Woods.

What would Rebecca be like? We hadn't had a chance to speak at our last brief meeting. I hoped she and Burnside hadn't changed too much. Did they still talk about me? What if they were a couple now? I tried to think of vaguely positive things to say if that were the case. What if Rebecca had taken up knife-fighting? What if Burnside managed to turn her on to the joys of gutting and filleting live victims?

It occurred to me that I might be walking into a very dangerous situation. I paused and summoned my ixies to me.