#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]

What if specter cheat on betrayus what will betrayus do about will he be jaulous???

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛... 😬 😬

[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!

[polarfarina]

The first time I ever figured out what a paradox was, I was watching Meet the Robinsons. It's a good movie, and I'd already seen it at least once or twice before, but the rewatch is when it hit me. I was probably like, 13.

The basic plot is there's this kid Lewis who's an incredibly good inventor - he makes a working memory retrieval machine, and is kinda destined to grow up to be known for the tech he builds and shares with the world.

But when he brings it to the science fair at school, the memory machine gets stolen by a future, semi-evil version of his current roommate. He is accompanied by a much more evil living top hat that Lewis invents in the future as an adult (not everything is a success). To make a long story short Lewis stops the bad guys by looking at the bowler hat and resolving, "I am never going to invent you."

But you have to think about it- IF he never invents the top hat, then the timeline resets, and he never runs into the top hat as a kid, because he didn't invent it in the future. But that means it won't WARN him of the consequences and there's no way for him to know NOT to invent it again. So he invents it again, and the whole movie plays out again, and then he DOESNT invent it again, which means he forgets to not invent it, which means he DOES invent it-

Anyway, baby's first paradox. I'm sure I'm not alone in this realization, but I think it's kind of funny that was my first real paradox realization.

[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.

[romanticallyghosting]

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

[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

[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.

[spectrayus]

Saw the art of betrayus and Luigi's crossover. What if betrayus, specter, kingboo and Luigi went on a double date together?

If thᥱყ ᥕᥱrᥱ to go oᥒ ᥲ doᥙbᥣᥱ dᥲtᥱ ᥲᥒd ᥕhᥲt ᥕoᥙᥣd tᥲᥣk ᥲboᥙt, ᥕᥱᥣᥣ...

Bᥲsᥱd oᥒ thᥱ ιᥒtᥱrᥲᥴtιoᥒ ᥲᥒd ᥴoιᥒᥴιdᥱᥒᥴᥱ bᥱtᥕᥱᥱᥒ Bᥱtrᥲყᥙs ᥲᥒd Lᥙιgι. At oᥒᥱ ρoιᥒt ιᥒ ᥲ ᥴoᥒfιdᥱᥒt ᥴoᥒvᥱrsᥲtιoᥒ ᥕιᥣᥣ ᥴomᥱ to tᥲᥣk ᥲboᥙt thᥱιr same internal problems ᥲᥒd trᥲᥙmᥲs.

(Exᥲmρᥣᥱs: Idᥱᥒtιtყ ιssᥙᥱs, ᥣᥲᥴk of ᥴoᥒfιdᥱᥒᥴᥱ, ιᥒᥒᥱr strᥙggᥣᥱ, ᥱᥒvყ toᥕᥲrds oᥣdᥱr sιbᥣιᥒgs, ρᥲrᥱᥒtᥲᥣ ρrobᥣᥱms, ρᥱrsoᥒᥲᥣ ιᥒᥲdᥱqᥙᥲᥴყ).

Rᥱsρᥱᥴt ᥕιth Kιᥒg Boo ᥲᥒd Sρᥱᥴtᥱr! Wᥱᥣᥣ, thᥱყ ᥕoᥙᥣd sιmρᥣყ bᥱᥴomᥱ bᥙsιᥒᥱss ρᥲrtᥒᥱrs.

[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.

[monstersighing]

Can I request a ghost x curvy fem reader that performs some stealth exhibitionism on her in public?

Here you go, I hope this works for you anon -

NSFW 18+, MDNI

Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader

CW: dub con, stealth exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk.

Title: Tourist Trap

You’re talking to some other tourists in the drawing room of the stately home when you feel it. Hands settling on your hips and then gliding down over the rounded curve of your stomach. Nothing is visible when you look down. The man and his wife in front of you prattle on, unaware.

“They say his appetite for sex was monstrous!” The woman titters, " There were rumours that the galas he held were nothing more than orgies in disguise.”

You nod distractedly: the hands are now squeezing at your thighs approvingly and inching them apart.

It does my confidence wonders to be remembered, a voice whispers in your ear with a chuckle.

Then there’s pressure against your clit over your underwear and you feel it being stroked. Your cunt becomes hot at the attention and when you widen your stance a little to give better access, the pressure moves down and in, breaching your pussy lips and sliding across the wetness it finds there. You feel your cheeks begin to flush.

The couple point out the picture of the previous owner of the manor. You smile and agree he looks devilish, with his high arched nose and deep eyes. All whilst that man’s ghost is teasing his fingers across your folds and sending small shocks of desire through your body.

Take a good look at the spirit that going to fuck you, the ghost says and you feel him slide into your cunt.

You bite your lip, sure the couple must be able to tell something is going on. You wait for them to call you out with disgust in their voices. You're sure they must be able to hear the slick sounds of the ghost’s fingers crooking and scissoring in your tight hole, your underwear pulled aside.

Finally the couple, bored by your short responses, leave. You listen to their footsteps fade as they walk down the hall and huff out a breath you’ve been holding.

The pressure withdraws then and you wonder if it's all over, but the touch transfers to your soft breasts and doubles, so both of your nipples are plucked and rolled between ghostly fingers.

Bend over the table. Now, the ghost commands in his velvety voice.

You obey.

The skirt of your dress is yanked up, your head pushed down and hair gripped. When you remove your underwear and tilt up your ass, you hear a deep throaty laugh, from behind you. Desperate for me already? the ghost says.

The way you spread your legs seems to serve as an answer. Your ass is squeezed and you feel the fat blunt head of something press against you and stop after parting your cunt lips. You buck your hips back and feel the intrusion against your hole slide home. A groan spills from your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness, the ghost’s cock snug and seated deep. Encouraged by your reaction, the ghost begins to thrust in and out of you with deep punishing shoves that make the table rattle rhythmically.

You grip the edge of the table and cant your hips up. The change in angle makes the ghost’s cock hit a spot that make your legs shake and as it is hit again and again, your pants become whines.

A hand graps behind your knee, pushing it up to the table and exposing your cunt further. You think about how many tourists must be wandering around the stately home. Anyone could come in and see you, splayed over a table, your pussy stretched wide by an invisible cock, gaping and swollen.

Like a desperate little whore, the voice says.

“Yes,” you say, “yes.”

I should hold you down after. On display and ready for anyone to fuck into after I’m finished with you.

It’s that image that makes you come: cunt clenching around the ghost’s cock and your muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure washes over you.

The ghost fucks you through and beyond your orgasm: pumping into you fast and ragged now. Your head is tugged back and your hands scrabble to hold you up on the table. Your spine arches. There’s a final slam and grind and then coolness spills inside you.

You drop back to the table then, your body limp as an abandoned doll. A hand strokes across your hair.

You'll get up in a minute.