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[phantomdecibel]

*bounces off your walls*

GUESS W H A T

WHAT WHAT WHAT????

[a2zillustrations]

More in my ghosties series! Anyone have any ideas for more? I’m obsessed

Prints of all these available on inprnt ✨✨🍁🍁

[aspiringhostie]

canon nonbinary Darcy who else cheered

[nbnezumi]

finally dug up my photo from the time i did a mole divination and scooped one right out of the ground

[poltergrease]

Drew this back in Oct. 23, during the MIA Egg arc...the fact I included Richas as Bad's kid is a sad lil bonus now, huh? :')

[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

Ghost in the graveyard au

inspired by this song.

Nightmare is a little ghost that lives in the cemetery just outside of town. tends too stay in the older part which has been basically turned into a forest. he can't leave the cemetery nor can most people see him other than just glimpses out of the corner of their eyes. Enough though that he is a bit of a local legend. since he isn't from this au no one really knows who he is or was. he's haunted the cemetery for several centuries.

eventually Dust ends up finding Him. Dust can see Nightmare easily, he would hang out in the graveyard because it is very quiet and quite peaceful. the forest area is also very pretty.

For Dust it's almost like having his brother back And for nightmare he gets an older brother figure and friend.

The rest of the gang's there too. Killer has his priorities. The gang was each offered this place too live if they promised too try and be better. (also Blue had promised too get supplies to horrortale). So now Horror, Dust, and Killer live in this house in a small (ish) town in an au where monsters where never sent underground and things where pretty peaceful. a regular surface au would still have humans getting used too monsters. And with a group such as the gang that might not end well for either party. they also get therapy so yay :D plus Killer discovers the wonders of mariokart.

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

Ghost hunting in abandoned buildings be like... :3 From this post at @draw-the-squad-like-this

[naggingatlas]

a bad dream about glitchhunting

[marithefriendlyghost]

pyre reference?? in my hades 2??!!

HORRAAYYYY!!!!

[phantomdecibel]

*stares at u from behind the void*

*stares back + takes a bite of my pizza*

[starscollide0]

Bad boy!!

(I can’t go a day without drawing him someone help me help)

[murmuringbug]

Badboyhalo becomes a ghostie, a compilation

[monstersandmaw]

You know that ‘but what if there was a good one’ trope of the ‘monsters’ from movies/media etc.? I’m thinking of BG3 (because BG3 brainrot is constant right now)…

What if there was someone in the shadow cursed lands who was undead but not hostile? What if this character could help your party? Or could be welcomed into your camp as a follower? Not heroic or anything. Just a lil undead guy (gn).

Maybe they cook for your party, or maybe you find a lute and bring it back, but no one at camp can play it so it gets set aside, but they pick it up and strum a few chords and remember what it felt like to be alive? What if they can fletch and enchant arrows for you? What if they’re so desperate to be useful and loved and cherished that they’ll do anything not to be sent out into the cursed, dark, echoing shadows again? spoilers they don’t have to *do* anything to earn their place, but after 100 yrs they don’t know that

What if they can pass as the undead and slink out of camp after your party one day, only to find you surrounded and struggling, so they grab a dagger from a nearby corpse and chuck a bag of healing potions and scrolls at you at the last minute and literally save everyone, and they’re celebrated and hugged and thanked that night back around the fire and finally feel like they have a home and a family again after a hundred years of fear and isolation and loneliness…

What if…?

Oof.

[ghostandsoap]

reader falls asleep on ghost's shoulder

snsknskdns I'm so soft for him

⋆˙⟡ ♡⋆˙⟡

He's glaring at every single person who walks by, turning away every person trying to talk to him about something. Ghost shooed them off, telling them to get lost and that he was busy.

"But LT, I need to-"

"Not now, Johnny. It can wait."

"But-"

"Go, Soap."

Every time you shift or make a noise, he freezes. His eyes go wide as he looks to see if you've been disturbed awake, only relaxing once you were quiet and still again. He presses an occasional kiss to the crown of your head, sometimes lingering there for a second or two just to revel in you.

He's literally perfectly still. Not moving so much as a finger for fear of waking you up and interrupting your rest. He ignores the stiffness in his bones that appears after awhile of sitting like that because he would rather be slightly uncomfortable than deprive you of the sleep.

Honestly, he's just relieved and grateful that you're at least getting sleep at all, even if it's only for a little while.

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Have you played dead by daylight? I feel like you would like some of the killers there

That's the only game I have 600+ hours on

[ghostieagere]

this is partially inspired by @tinymoon-beam's regressed french rain ficlet (as well as all her other french rain fics !!!) so please go check those out, she's a really incredible writer <3

also just a general disclaimer that french is not my first language, i am very much still learning !!! some of the weird grammar/spelling things are to mirror the way i write the english-speaking regressed ghouls, but if you spot any other mistakes then i welcome gentle corrections <3

cw: regressed rain, regressed aeon, caregiver dewdrop, french rain, language confusion, rain not understanding english, aeon not understanding french, multilingual dew, a few tears of frustration but it's all okay in the end

~

“Arrête!” (Stop!) Rain’s raised voice catches Dew’s attention. He looks up from his book to see Aeon giggling as they nudge their finger against Rain’s tower of blocks. The tower wobbles as Aeon nudges it again, threatening to fall.

“Arrête, arrête!” (Stop, stop!) Rain cries again, trying to push Aeon away and save his tower.

Dew puts his book down. “Aeon, bubs?” The little quintessence ghoul looks up at the sound of their name. “I don’t think Rainy likes you messing with his tower, okay? He’s telling you to stop.”

Aeon pouts. “If I don’ un’ers’and him, how ‘m I supposed to know?” Their question prompts the both of them to look over at the little water ghoul, his gaze shifting between them, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Je compren’ pas, Papa,” (I don't understand, papa) he says, voice small as tears well in his eyes.

Dew stands from the couch and makes his way over to the two little ghouls on the floor. He crouches in front of Rain and holds his hands out near his face, letting Rain lean into his touch on his own time. When he does, Dew smooths his thumbs over Rain’s cheeks, wiping away the single tear that fell in his confusion. “Ça va, mon cœur?” (Are you alright, my heart?)

Rain nods. “Ouais, ça va.” (Yeah, i'm okay) He sniffles as he speaks, but with Dew’s warm hands on his face wicking away the sadness, he seems to be feeling a lot better.

Across the other side of the block tower, Aeon whines. “I don’ un’ers’and, Dada.” Dew has to bite back a smile at how similar Rain and Aeon are, even if neither of them are quite aware of it at the moment.

He walks around to the other side of the tower and sits next to Aeon, holding out his hand for the little quintessence ghoul to take a hold of if they want. “You don’t have to understand, little star,” he reminds them. “You just have to–”

“I jus’ have to be kiiiiiiind,” they finish for him, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘kind’ as they struggle to pronounce it.

Dew smiles widely. “That’s exactly right, Ae! Such a good memory you’ve got there, bub. Well done.”

Aeon grins back up at Dew, beginning to rock side to side in happiness from the praise as they turn their attention away from Dew and Rain and back to their own pile of blocks in front of them.

Once Dew is sure Aeon is completely absorbed in their play, he turns back to Rain, finding the water ghoul looking completely lost by the lack of French all over again. “Rain, t’as compris?” (Rain, did you understand?)

Rain looks over at Dew and shakes his head. “Non, j’ai pas compris. Desolé…” (No, I didn't understand. Sorry...) He looks back down at the ground, embarrassed.

“Non, non, mon cœur,” (No, no, my heart) Dew consoles him, holding his arms out in an offer for Rain to crawl over to him and be held. “C’est pas grave.” (It's not serious) They both hum happily as Rain settles himself in Dew’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the fire ghoul’s shirt and purring contentedly at the warmth of Dew’s body heat. “J’ai dit à Aeon qu’iel devait être gentil avec tu et ton tour,” (I told Aeon that they needed to be kind with you and your tower) he explains, smiling when he feels Rain smile against him as he understands the words Dew is saying. Dew continues to explain what he said to Aeon about understanding and being kind, and when he asks the same question of Rain, he gets a very enthusiastic “Je dois être gentiiiiiiil” (I need to be kiiiiiiiind) in response, the little water ghoul dragging out the ‘i’ in the exact same way as Aeon did.

“Très bien, Rainy,” (Very good, Rainy) Dew encourages. “C’était parfait!’ (That was perfect!)

Rain giggles softly and claps his hands as well as he can while he’s squished up against Dew’s chest.

“Est-ce que tu veux jouer avec Aeon maintenant? Ou tu veux rester là pour le moment?” (Do you want to play with Aeon now? Or do you want to stay here for the moment?)

Rain hums while he thinks through his choices. Dew can practically guess what the little water ghoul is thinking. If he plays with Aeon, they can make more block towers together and it’ll be tricky to understand each other, but it will still be so much fun. Or if he stays with Dew, he’ll be comfy and cosy with his Papa, but he won’t get to play with his friend. After a long while, Rain buries his face further into Dew’s shirt. “Là,” (Here) he says, voice muffled in the fabric.

“Tu restes là?” (You want to stay here?)

Rain nods.

“D’accord, bon choix, mon petit chou.” (Okay, good choice, my little darling) Dew rubs Rain’s back comfortingly as he speaks, watching Aeon over the little water ghoul’s head. They seem more than happy playing with their block and chatting away to themselves for the moment, but regardless, Dew’s glad Rain’s made the choice to stay with him because it means he’ll be able to interact with Aeon much more easily if they come to ask him something.

“Et– Et– Et après,” (And– And– And after) Rain starts, looking up at Dew with big, hopeful eyes. “Après, p– peut-être que je peux jouer avec Aeon?” (After, m– maybe I can play with Aeon?)

Dew nods down at them enthusiastically and feels his smile widen at the idea of his two little ones playing together without conflict. “Ouais, bien sûr, Rain.” (Yeah, of course, Rain)

The little water ghoul wriggles happily in his lap, letting out a very, very quiet “Youpi!” (Yippee!)

At the quiet celebration, Aeon looks up from their stack of blocks. “Wha’s happening, Dada? Why Rainy so happy?” They ask earnestly.

Dew redirects his attention to Aeon and quickly gives them a recap of the conversation in English. “Rain is going to stay here in my lap for a bit, and afterwards, he thinks he might come and play with you and the blocks again, okay?”

Aeon gasps, mouth wide open and eyes practically shining in excitement when they hear their playmate might be joining them again soon. “Rainy gonna come an’ pray again?”

“Yeah, bubba!” Dew responds, grinning. “Rainy might come and play with you soon!”

“Yippee!” Aeon shouts, giggling and smiling widely. “I like prayin’ wif Rainy.”

Dew watches them play for a few more moments before turning back down to the little water ghoul in his lap. “Tu as entendu ça, Rainy?” (Did you hear that, Rainy?) Dew asks, leaning down to talk directly into Rain’s ear. “Iel aime bien jouer avec toi.” (They really like playing with you)

It takes a while for Rain to reply, which makes Dew think he might be close to falling asleep if he hasn’t already, but eventually, Rain responds very quietly, his sleep-laced words muffled against Dew’s shirt. “J'aime bien jouer avec toi aussi, Aeon…” (I really like playing with you too, Aeon...)