#ghost au

[bimu2ndo]

Ghost AU??? Ghost POLITES AU???

Those white seeds on Persephone's hair are pomegranate seeds, btw.

There WILL be more art of this AU from me UvU

[alchemyfreak321]

Takes after his Captain he does!

[eviesqueezie]

not sure if i alr posted this but here is another extract🙂‍↕️

darry had thought he was just grieving, making up a friend to deal with the recent death of their parents, inventing me in a constant attempt at comfort. sue me, i read his diary. man is it depressing, page after page of misery and prayers for help. it wasn’t that interesting, but it’s not like i have anything else to do.

he was a bit confused on how it had opened to a random page but he refused to tell sodapop, refused to admit he was right. that there was a ghost, a spirit haunting their home. that i was there, that i had ever existed in the first place.

[yanderestarangel]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻... 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

♡⁠┊TW — dp, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fuck, praise, breeedkink, afab reader, dark smut, dead dove, Ghost has two dicks here (because I chose to write it like that)

"Don't look anywhere else, look at me... I'm still your husband." The words were followed by the wet sound of the two cocks of your now radioactively-rayed husband, who looked like a monstrous anomaly — with two extra heads, two extra arms, and... two extra cocks.

You hadn't expected that in thousands of years, but when Simon came out the door completely safe and sound, looking like that was shocking and at least scary to your eyes.

Even so, you were on your hands and knees, feeling one of his cocks enter your ass while the other filled your wet pussy, making you whimper loudly as you felt his very hot and heavy balls hit your clit with the slow thrusts that the military man was giving you.

You could feel every pulsing vein of his shafts in your wet holes, the slickness between your thighs and his groin increasing. His now gray eyes were locked completely on your figure, two of his four arms gripping your waist while the other two held your wrists behind your back, ready to dominate and maneuver you as he pleased.

Hearing your moans of acceptance, his two cocks throbbed like never before, impaling you to the point where you even forgot that your partner was now a shadow of what he once was.

All that mattered in that moment was that you could take every inch of what he was giving you, as if your life depended on it—as if every fluid that came out of his cocks was a poison that made you crave more and more of him.

The slow, flesh-to-flesh pounding that had once been tender was now replaced by Simon's almost animalistic movements above you. A little drool dripped from your mouth as you could only wriggle your toes every time one of his cocks reached the tip of your womb while the other kissed limits you didn’t even know existed.

Grunts escaped his lips, muffled by the mask that was now completely part of his skin, fused to his flesh like a second garment. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to leave marks as a hoarse growl came from his throat, echoing like a triad through his three heads.

"Come on, sweetheart... I know you want to cum, don't deny it... cum for me." His words were tinged with the same honey that once soothed your soul. It was still him, even with that new body—and you felt yourself becoming addicted to it, like a drug, leaving you with pleasure so intense it made your system shut down.

You felt him give one final thrust, and at the same time, your pussy was filled with the warm, viscous liquid of his semen. Your other hole was filled as well, causing tears to spill from your eyes as you whimpered from how full you were. But your partner didn’t stop—Simon continued with small thrusts until he felt your inner walls drain him. One of his many hands moved to your pussy lips, slowly opening them to expose your tight slit as it swallowed his cock.

"I won’t let you leave here until I see you beautiful, full, and carrying my children in your belly... Do you understand, my angel?" His words left no room for argument, and no matter how tired you were, saying "no" wasn't an option. After all, you wanted him too, regardless of his appearance. He was still yours.

[irlplasticlamb]

rite here rite now. (a little resurrected terzo as papa v au….. not gonna happen but still fun!)

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[justvea18]

"You make me SICK."

Part 1

[lunisoular]

children aren’t very good at dealing with death

[estavs]

The Monsters explore Wesninski Manor 🔦

[smooshednetwork]

Ahh comic test lololol with theee ghost au… (technically the co-owner/designer has it as undead au since she has some of them as zombies but I’m sticking with my ghostie guys)

[your-unfriendlyghost]

what’s left of Windrixville

Partially inspired by @dallasgallant’s really cool ghost au which you should DEFINITELY CHECK OUT it’s so rad istg. It’s very American gothic/The Hitcher/…idk spooky road trip feeling. …These ain’t great descriptions, just check it out ok?

(Also along w/ the long hair, I’ve also headcannoned for a while that older Ponyboy goes on wearing Dally’s jacket. Conveniently, c. Thomas Howell wears a similar- albeit different but SIMILAR- jacket as Jim Halsey in Hitcher, so ref pics were easy to find. Did still reference Dally’s jacket though too- it has a kinda uniquely large collar, and it also hangs slightly differently than most similar aviator-type jackets? Idk what the deal is with its fabric, too…it looks sorta suede-y or like soft leather…tangent aside I really want one lol. I definitely don’t need one I have like three leather jackets one of which is an aviator…but man, Dally’s got a tuff jacket.)

[bimu2ndo]

Main ship in the Ghost AU (OR SHOULD I CALL IT THE AFTERLIFE SAGA??? OR THE POLITES SAGA??? GIMME NAME IDEASSSS)

Was thinking of making a comic but Ik my lazy ass won't finish it

[alalnsted]

What [I’d] do for another moment with [you]

[lukass-r]

Resurrection leaves a bitter kiss (and it makes you haunted.)

He's dead, he's gone. But at least his shadows are there to remind Wukong.

(And it's more than a shadow.)

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Macaque design is by @fizxie-pop!! (Wukong is by me)

[imfinereallyy]

There is a knock at Steve Harrington’s door.

Three to be exact.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

It’s nothing new. This happens every night. It doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

Steve gets out of bed and walks over to his apartment door, hands hovering over the handle. His body shakes, he feels too cold for a July evening.

Steve doesn’t bother looking out of the peephole. He knows there will be nothing to see. He hopes briefly it’s the awkward girl from down the hall, she always wears beat up converse and can hear her raspy laugh two doors down—but he knows it’s not. She often speeds by Steve’s apartment door, like she’s either terrified of him or what’s inside his home.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three knocks, three times. It’s only number two.

Steve wishes he knew more people here, but he hasn’t been here very long. So no one is looking for him, no one is here to wake him up at 3 am.

His palm sweat—but the chill hasn’t left him. He’s starting to think he’s haunted. Though nothing ever happens inside. Nothing happens at all, except the knocking. Steve never dares to open until it’s finished.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Steve takes a deep breath, and opens the door….

No one is there.

Releasing a stuttering breath, Steve gently locks up and puts his head on then door.

“Fuck.” He whispers.

Then he hears, it from his bedroom.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Steve’s let something inside.

[pistachi0art]

👻

[justvea18]

"Was it really Hector, Achilles?"