#ghostly response

[todayimfour]

Hi! Can you,do a agere board of the lovecore aesthetic with candies and cozy clothes?

COZY LOVECORE AGERE BOARD

Pls reblog if you save and feel free to send requests!

More info under the cut!

Stay Safe Bubba's! <3

Made using Pixart- Free on the app store!!

None of the images are mine, they're all found on the app! I just turn them into a collage :3

I struggled with this one a bit so I hope it's up to par with the rest of my boards

Reblogs are awesome! Plz don't steal/repost as ur own

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

hey gangalaaaaang remember when i posted a callout here. lol. anyways it happened again here's the twt thread (huge tw for grooming abuse & victimblaming)

tl;dr for those who need a basic rundown stay away from the users @ / horrorbrewery and @ / alliumcrowns . hb (M) is my groomer who knew me since i was 13 and allium (Curse) is their partner who KNOWS they're a groomer / straight up pedo . we all dated each other for a time and once they were done playing with me they both pretty much abandoned me . proof & indepth story is in the qrts + thread itself , and i know aside from twt they're also here so

curse's accounts (fandoms are pretty much listed above but currently she's mostly into fnf, mario's madness/horrorbrew, sonic.exe as well as unused & majin)

M's accounts (fyi for my toontown and rainbow friends mutuals !!! they used to go by oswaldddavis and cogsincorporated / cogsink ! theyre also in the horrorbrew, toontown, rainbow friends , and pacman and the ghostly adventures fandoms.) they're both liars who'll say whatever they need to to get out of this shit, and curse has actively claimed im at fault for my own grooming + abuse. idk if theyve responded to any of these allegations bc theyve blocked me but atp idgaf. theyve both dragged my friends into this situation so it stopped being about ME a longggg fucking time ago.

[atissi]

okay very preliminary thoughts on mitski's new album BUT i think there's something with how "laurel hell" felt like a goodbye to the music industry (can't find the source but i remember reading that it was intended to be her last album under her contract) like i'm sorry anthony fantano but if you interpret the back half of "laurel hell" as being generic breakup songs you're missing like 80% of the context. to me TO ME it feels so clearly about her negotiating her relationship with fame, how she can't love her fans the way they love her, and how she feels like she sold her soul to her job, so the only thing to do is step away. but THEN "the land is inhospitable and so are we" was created after mitski decided to renegotiate her contract, specifically because she loved making music enough to deal with the negative aspects of the work. and then all the songs are about the ghost of love she can leave behind, despite the present pain or emptiness, and like. do you see it. do you see it.

[spectrayus]

🎊First post of 2025!!🎉

Redoing the drawings and video of one of the questions was asked ^A^

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMkApvwWS/

[ghostlysoaps]

Do not stand by my grave and weep

This is entirely @emmster 's and her artwork's fault, and also the anon who prompted her. tw: major character death and canon compliant violence

He’d never been shot before, surprisingly enough. Grazed by bullets, yes. Beaten, stabbed, concussed. Par for the course when you’re a soldier working behind enemy lines. The agony of it is indescribable. It permeates his thoughts. The entirety of his nervous system is set ablaze as the synopses in his brain fire at a rapid pace in vain hope to make sense of it all. His ears ring. The breath rushes from his lungs. A taste like rusted pennies coats his tongue. With his head tipping to the left he can see Ghost fall right by his side with a dull thud he more so feels than hears.

Leveraging himself up is strangely, paradoxically, painless as he hooks weak fingers around the data they’d retrieved only to receive a boot to the chest for his efforts.

Wind whips dirt into his eyes as the world swims and goes dark and Roach figures that’s all there is to it. A last glimpse of his beloved before he, too, joins him wherever it is they’ll be welcomed after death. If there is anything there at all.

That semi-lucid musing, if anything, terrifies him to the core. Not only is it fear for himself but for Ghost as well, who’d never done well in the dark – no matter what he’d claimed. The flood of adrenaline forces his eyes open again.

It’s only a few feet. 

There’s practically an ocean between them.

Roach digs his fingers into the grass regardless. 

He pushes deep, deeper still, until his hands hit soil. Crooks his digits into claws. Drags his uncooperative form inch by inch along the ground until they’re less than an arms length apart. Reaches out with a trembling hand to grip Ghost’s– Simon’s limp wrist. Cradles it gently with dirt stained gloves and chuckles, all wet and mucus-heavy, when Simon doesn’t reprimand him for it, the streaks of grime he presses into the fabric, the way he would have if–

Tears blur the sight of blue eyes, open and void. The glasses he’d worn must have been knocked aside, crumpled in the grass somewhere. A part of him is grateful for it. To see more of Simon in his last moments, of the man behind the weapon he’d been moulded into, even if there’s only the mortal shell left of him. 

If for any reason he’s seen fit to linger, Roach brings Simon’s hand to his mouth and kisses it through his mask, hoping the imprint follows his beloved into the great beyond.

[ghosttrolls]

im not even sure why i logged onto this account today i just did. hope thats cool. idk if ill be back tomorrow

[ghostmadewithlove]

https://teahrt.com/

Yes master 🫡

[ell-arts]

Excuse me, I hope Im not bothering you, but I have a couple questions on some of the things you would prefer when it comes to the fandom.

When it comes to dark or twisted au's that other writers create, would you prefer something more just a real 'what if' like 'An Interesting Arrangement' from @ribbondee ? Or would you dig deeper into something that would show more of a dark side to the characters like the 'Amnesia' segment from @cartooncadet666 ?

And of course the only other question I have right now (hence why I said a couple questions) When it comes to the art style diversity, what kinds of art have you seen the fandom make and if you have any favorites, which ones do you love the most?

Not bothering at all 💙

Interesting questions. I have to start off with saying that, ultimately, what I "prefer and not prefer" about the fandom should not be an indication of whether someone's work is good or not, nor should it bar the fandom from creating whatever they want. I have my own tastes and preferences just as much as the next person, and naturally we're all drawn to work that mostly aligns with our tastes/preferences.

Your first question is whether or not I would be more drawn towards an au exploring a character's dark side, or towards one with a 'what-if' scenario. My answer to that is that it depends on the content.

I like both dark au's and what-if au's, it just depends on how well they are written, and sometimes it also depends on the characters. I know this is going to break a lot of hearts, but since Betrayus is not my favourite character, I'd feel less inclined to check out a work centred completely around him in favour of checking out a work that features my favourite characters. This is not the be-all-end-all though, sometimes a work can pleasantly surprise me even if it doesn't have my favourite characters. It really all comes down to writing.

And as for your second question, hmm. A tricky one. I'd say that most of the fandom's art styles are generally cartoonish/2D stylised, but there's a wide swath of diversity within that category. If you show me a list of artworks in the fandom then I can easily point them out and name the artists behind them (at least on Tumblr), which is great because it shows that each artist has a recognisable style. I really don't like choosing favourites though, so I'd rather show you a list of pmatga artists whose styles I really enjoy, if that's okay!

@anti-cosmofangirl @inkteresting-art @ninjastar107 @pacgacha @breezoreceiver @toad-in-a-trenchcoat @xelys-xlys @ghostbunnyarts @famitendo @polina-quail @ask-nova-valentine @slumbergoblin

There are others, but these are the ones I can name on top of my head and who are generally still active (or actively posting pmatga art). I'm sure there are also a bunch of hidden gems out there that I've yet to stumble upon!

[thatnerduknow98]

“See, I told you the doctor would get it right this time!”

“Whatever. Take your $5.”

Two ghosts were hovering above me as I still sat up on the operating chair. My eyes went from slowly opening to shooting open wide. I blinked and they were still there.

“There’s another brain surgery going on at 3 in OR 5. Let’s check that out!” The first ghost paroosied on toward the wall, disappearing through it.

“Fine, but I’m not making any bets on whether or not the doctor puts them in a vegetative state this time.” The second ghost crossed his arms - of which I could see through both - and flicked his tail-like lower half in annoyance.

The first ghost poked his head back through the wall. “Listen, I’m sorry you died that way, but you have to find some satisfaction in knowing that doctor learned from his mistake.” He disappeared again.

The second ghost followed him. “The worst part was waiting for my family to pull the plug. They were in denial forever!”

I couldn’t move my head yet so I glanced around the room further with my eyes. Then I heard a screwing sound and realized the doctor was screwing my skull back together. He was trying to talk to me.

“Hey bud! Can you hear me?”

“Dr. Leedle?”

“Hi Jaxon, how are you feeling?”

“I think I died. Some ghosts were taking bets on whether or not I’d survive the surgery.”

“I can assure you, you didn’t die. You were alive and well this whole time. You should be able to have complete function of your left arm again. Can you try it for me?”

I’d been losing muscle function for a long time due to a degenerative brain disease that had no name and no cure. The doctors figured out how to stop it’s progression, but I’d already lost control of my arm before they figured out which drug to administer. Dr. Leedle created a new type of brain surgery to try and help my brain be able to regain control of my arm. He explained it to me further, but he used a lot of doctoral jargon I didn’t understand so I just use this explanation.

The nurse in front of me held her hand out an inch away from my left hand, which was laid on an arm rest on the operating chair. I couldn’t remember how to move my arm, so I looked to my right side, moved my right arm first and clenched my right hand. Then I looked to my left.

This was way more complicated than it should’ve been. I never lost feeling in that arm, so if someone touched me or if something was too cold, I could feel that. I just couldn’t flinch or move it under a blanket. I focused on my shoulder, trying to see if I could move that up and down. It budged ever so slightly.

When it did, I got a shooting pain through my arm as blood rushed through it. It had been numb from being still too long. The pins and needles hit and it felt like I’d banged my funny bone.

Then I started flexing muscles. I could flex my biceps so I kept doing that. The nurse’s face lit up.

“You’ve got function!” she shouted. I laughed nervously.

“I’m not sure I can do more than that,” I said.

“Honestly kid, I didn’t think you’d be able to move it at all,” the doctor said. “This was an experimental procedure and I wasn’t 100 percent it would work. But even if all you can do is flex your left bicep, that still means my surgery worked. So thank you, I guess, for letting me try this on you.”

“WALTER! Leedle’s surgery worked for once!” A third ghost tumbled through the ceiling above me. The two ghosts returned though the walls from the next operating room,

“That crackpot doctor’s experimental surgery actually worked this time?!” said the first ghost, apparently Walter.

“Yeah, this dude can flex again,” the third ghost said.

I looked the third ghost dead in the eyes — literally, as he was deceased. “I can see you too.”

All three ghosts just stared at me.

“What do you see?” Dr. Leedle asked. He’d finished bandaging my skull and walked around the chair to look me in the eyes.

I raised my left arm and pointed at the three ghosts. “There’s three ghosts in front of me. One of them is named Walter. Another one apparently died in one of your surgeries.”

Then I realized I’d moved my left arm entirely and pointed my finger. “Holy shit!” I said as I pulled my arm back into my chest.

Everyone seemed to disregard the fact I was seeing things and also accused my doctor of killing someone. Pain medication, they presumed, was at fault.

“Wow! Get him to PT guys!” Dr. Leedle removed his glove, bloodied with my brain juice, patted my knee and then went to scrub out.

The ghosts did not ignore me.

“Walter, this guy is kidding right,” said the second ghost, which was the one who died and also who lost the bet.

“So like, is money even worth anything to you guys?” I asked.

“Walter, should we answer him?” the third ghost tried to ask quietly, failing.

“Umm,” was all Walter said. He approached me and waved his transparent hand in front of my face.

The nurses were speaking to me but I was so focused on Walter that I didn’t hear them. Walter realized how focused I was and pointed at the nurse. I turned my gaze toward her.

“Jaxon? Honey we need to put you on this bed now and roll you to recovery. Dr. Leedle was joking about PT. You need to heal first before we start working on rebuilding your muscle function. It looks a little too weak right now to do anything practical.”

“You’re left arm looks like a twig compared to your right!” shouted the third ghost in a mocking tone.

“So does yours asshat!” I shouted back. The nurse scoffed and put her hand on her chest. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t talking to you. The third ghost was insulting my physique so I was retorting.”

She looked at me puzzled. “We should probably order than MRI sooner than normal,” she said to another nurse.

Walter finally decided to talk to me. “Dude, you should probably stop talking about us. They’re gonna think you have schizophrenia and put you on meds you don’t need.”

“So you are real!” I asked him back. The nurses kept staring at me. “Can’t you do something to make them know you’re here?”

The third ghost piped in: “I would love to fuck up their tool table.” The second ghost nodded.

“I mean we could but I’m not sure it would help the situation,” Walter said with annoyance at the other ghosts. “Look, the nurses really want to get you out of here so we’ll find you in your room after your MRI. You’re probably going to see some other things in this hospital - supernatural things - but I promise you’re ok and they can’t hurt you. Just keep quiet until you see us again, ok?”

The nurses had me on the bed at this point and were rolling me away. The ghosts stayed behind.

“Good luck with your twig arm Jaxon!” the third ghost shouted. The second ghost slapped his arm with the back of his hand.

I fell asleep before I got to the room.

The human brain has evolved to see the world as it expects to see it, not as it really is. Supernatural creatures have hidden in humanity’s blindspots for millennia. You have just woken up from a first-of-its-kind brain surgery and can see what’s really in your hospital room.

[polarfarina]

I've gotten over a hundred asks at this point asking for donations and I really need to just sit down and post all the links but like. I think I'm getting so many bc I have a couple posts that are leading people to believe I have a bigger reach than I actually do. I'm just one person working two part time jobs trying to have a space online to relax I cannot donate to everybody and I do not have very many followers at all. Despite this I will share what I can when I have the time to sort through it all.

[todayimfour]

List 5 things that make you happy, then send this to the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers 🐛

1- readin

2- my kitty stuffy Fiona

3- my big kitty Turnip

4- my friend Nyx

5- playin on my swich

Srry it took so long to do this, been v bleh an it's hard to be happy when ur sick

feelin a bits bettr today :3

[romanticallyghosting]

ok gn <3 hopefully im not exhausted tmrw because i decided to read fanfiction over sleeping......

[mini-ghostly]

can i request little joy fanfic caregiver sadness

i dont do fanfic here? do you mean like that vibe in an outfit/bag collage?

i only really post collages and occasionally blog themes, you are welcome to send in another request for one of those things. or headcanons ig, i do have some thoughts but i have nowhere near the free time required to do fanfic requests.

[death-rebirth-senshi]

I don't usually go off book when I play origins so this is exciting. I haven't played a new warden in ages (just haven't desired to), and I haven't made any changes this big to my playthroughs in a while.

Like normally I just let Alistair stay goofy and put Anora on the throne and that's fine, I like that. I think it might still be my "canon" for this warden. But ooh. Choices.

[stealingyourbones]

Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.

Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.

It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.

His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.

It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.

[girlkisser13]

diet mountain dew

"you’re no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"

pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.

summary: you let klaus feed on you.

you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.

your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.

he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.

klaus let out a low moan in response.

you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.

he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.

you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.

you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.

your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.

every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.

he needed relief. he needed more.

"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.

his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.

you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

so he forced himself to break a part from you.

he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"

klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.

"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"

"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.

you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.

you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.

he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.

the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.

with a soft grunt he penetrated both.

your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.

as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.

you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.

with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.

just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.

klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"

the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.

"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."