#i'm a ghosty

[ghostycatz]

Dark Meta Knight!

[only1bedtrope]

Beyond the bet chat highlights

[ultipoter]

A pokemon masters screenshot redraw that got Way Out Of Hand. (and I insist on posting this as a redraw, I feel the original context is Important)

Also, I finally remembered to record my process of drawing this (and then some :^D)

[conceptuma]

my Darkiplier 3D model (green photoshoot)

its been a while, theres a lot of flaws with this model so I wanted to make at least one cool picture/pose that doesn't show a lot of the flaws. (btw it was all done in blender!)

some other posts featuring him:

the rough animation i did of him

kinda cool horrific weight painting glitch which I tried to aesthetically mimic in the third image above

what he looked like with his skin turned invisible (he looks like a snail from spongebob to me)

and some extra shots:

[gh0stseeker]

Making a quick post about my nasty freak

He was doing tricks on it and got stuck :(

[ghostieamvs]

Helluva Boss - Like a prayer + Ashes

[ghosty-bat-enthusiast]

Clawing my way out of my cold grave just to say this. Why are the Jmart enthusiasts so angsty about the events of tmagp?? "They died and they probably didn't even know eachother" okay, and? Alternative universes are now (possibly) canon. Your hurt/comfort 50k words Scottish safehouse fanfic is (possibly) just as canon as Jmart never having met in this specific reality. Think innovatively.

[hollowsart]

A fun concept:

what if YOU were Doc Ock?

what if YOU were Mysterio?

what if YOU were Vulture?

what if YOU were Electro or Sandman or Rhino or even the Green Goblin? Or more?? Black Cat perhaps?

How would you look and vary from the norm? would you vary a lot or a little? would your naming convention be a little different? (ie 'pink' goblin, blue gremlin or something. or even having a different sand color as sandman)

you can have extra fun and creativity with this.. Black Rabbit instead of Black Cat is a great example!

if you're an animal based/inspired villain from Spider-Man's rogues gallery.. you could easily base your design on a different species of cat, octopus, vulture, rhino.. etc.

(I already know some people have been making Doc Ock-sonas within the spidersona community, but.. what if we expanded on that? make it a whole fun little trend?)

[ghostywind]

Solavellan this, Solarook that. No, in this house it's Rookquisitor thanks.

Long hair, no bra, that's Rook's type etc etc.

[whimsimmortal]

OLD DANNY PHANTOM ART DUMP TIME, for your viewing pleasure

These are, like. 4-5 years old I think. Posted them on my DA but never here?

[marclef]

please, tell me i'm not the only one who's made this connection.

my friends and i made this realization the other night and i had to draw it.

and, a bonus boy.

[ghostycatz]

You poor soul

(Full-colored version + headcanon rambling below)

So this is basically a concept of a headcanon that I have, which is that in the milliseconds before Morpho consumes an entity's soul, the entity is mentally transported to a colorless void-like realm, where they reflect on their past experiences and events that shaped them into who they are now. Morpho accompanies the being through their memories, which then leads to Morpho casting their final "judgment". No time passes in the real world while in this dimension.

The idea doesn't really reflect much in this piece, but I'd really like to expand on it more as a comic someday

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

I was complaining about not being able to draw him properly today so @ultrainfinitepit dared me to draw him seriously crying. Are you happy? He's sad now!!

[cookiescribble]

Just a Little Chilly (Dick Grayson x Male!Reader)

A/N: Hello there! This is not only the very first published fic on this blog, but also my first x reader fic so please be nice <3 Also, I used Brenton Thwaites's Nightwing as a reference but this version of Dick Grayson is mainly written with my own masterpiece of headcanons in mind. Enjoy! <3

-Mod Ghost

~~~

I was reading in the library when I heard the telltale signs of Dick coming home from patrol,

The entrance to the cave opening, the sighing, the shivering—

wait a minute.

I stood up from the corner where I'd been for the past few hours while my boyfriend was out, nearly passing Tim and Jason playing chess. I guess this was one of the days they were getting along with each other. I looked between the two of them, as if they had the answer. 

“Hey, do you guys hear that?” 

Both of them turned to look at me, a bewildered expression on each of their faces.

“Huh??” Tim was the first to actually speak, staring up at me like I had three heads. 

"Hear what?" Jason happened to speak up at the same time, which made them stare at each other as if they were wondering when they became the twins from The Shining.

I sighed softly, they might have been too focused on beating each other at the game to hear the racket. Or I might not have been as focused on my book as I thought.

“Nothing, I’m gonna go find Dick. Let me know who wins.” I ruffle Tim’s hair then run off through the study and the living room to catch Dick at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Dickie!” I called, running up to him and grabbing his arm to get him to turn around. He stopped shuffling along and turned to look at me, trembling and wet with his hair plastered to his forehead.

“What happened to you??” I ask softly as I push his hair back away from his face, cupping his cheeks which nearly startled him. As if he wasn’t fully aware that I was there. 

“Huh?? Oh-I, I, uh, was f-fight-t-ing F-freeze and uh—i-it was obv-v-viously c-c-cold.” he stuttered and slurred through his words, his entire body quivering. 

“Jeez, okay, c’mon, let’s get you warmed up.” I tutted as I led him up the stairs and down the hall to his room, helping him tug his suit off as soon as the door was closed completely. Immediately, I helped him into pajamas and a hoodie, rubbing along his arms to help his body heat rise. 

“I’m not totally sold on the fact that it was just cold, my love. You’re soaking wet and your suit is, too. I’m not trying to scold you or anything, I just need to know how to take care of you.” I whispered to him, leaning up to kiss his forehead before sitting him down on his bed and grabbing a pair of my fuzzy socks to help him put them on. 

“W-Well, while I was trying to um…to bring him in, I…I…” he trailed off, letting out a long yawn.

“Shit, okay, we’ll talk about it later. Let me see if I can find Alfred, he can make something warm for you.” I hissed under my breath, noticing the signs of hypothermia as I stood up from where I was kneeling. I hoped that we’d caught it early enough that he would be okay—

I stopped in my tracks when I felt his shaking hand wrap around my wrist, turning to look at him. 

“Don’t…Don’t leave me…Please, Y/N…” He begged weakly, looking up at me with wide watery eyes. 

“Alright, move over, I’m coming. Don’t worry, I’m right here.” I spoke quietly as I immediately started opening up the blanket just enough to shuffle underneath it with him then pulling him close to me.  “Shh, it’s okay, c’mere.” 

As soon as I was underneath the covers with him, he clung to me and pressed his head against my chest while I shushed him. Considering he was taller, he was a bit scrunched but I could tell that he wanted the comfort of being close to me. I gently combed my fingers through his hair, my other arm wrapped around his back to keep him close to me. 

“I haven’t been that scared on a patrol in a long time. I couldn’t stop thinking that I was gonna die, Y/N. That I wouldn’t come back to you…”

“Hey,” I tilted his chin up, forcing him to make eye contact with me as I held him there, “You’re here, and I am not letting you out of my sight until I know that you’re okay. Got it?” 

He nodded meekly, before I let him tuck his head back against me. I took out a thermometer that I kept in a makeshift first-aid kit under the bed and stuck it under his tongue, waiting until the little device let out a soft beep. 

I slid it back out to take a look, seeing that it was 95 degrees fahrenheit. If there was any sign of hypothermia before, I was less concerned now seeing that he was warm enough to be considered normal for a human. 

It was a long time before I heard him again, and even then, his voice was soft and he sounded like he was half asleep. 

“There is a way that both of us could warm up pretty fast, if you wanted to try that, y’know…” Dick suggested, grinning from ear to ear as he peeked up at me. 

I laughed and playfully nudged him, shaking my head as I rubbed my hand over his back under his shirt to help him continue to warm up. 

“I’m not cold, Richard, but it seems like someone’s starting to feel better, huh?” I teased, unable to help the laughter that escaped. It comforted me to hear him making jokes, like he was slowly getting back to his normal self. 

“Maybe. I guess we’ll just shelf that idea for later then, but don’t think I’m about to fuhgettaboutit,” Dick drawled the end of his sentence in a thicker accent than his usual bit of New Jersey twang and I nearly started cackling as Alfred knocked and came into the room. 

“Is everything alright in here, Master Dick? Master Y/L/N?” He asked in a much more proper tone than the one Dick had just used, holding two mugs filled with something warm and sweet smelling.

“Yes, Alfred, thank you. What’s in these?” I answered before Dick could speak up, taking the Blüdhaven mug with the bisexual flag on it that I assumed was my partner’s so I could hand it over to him before taking the other one. 

“For Master Dick, I have made Egyptian Chamomile and for you, I have made English Breakfast. Made to your taste, of course.” Alfred explained, watching Dick start to drink his. “I will leave you two alone now, however, Master Bruce has requested my help in the Bat Cave. I trust that Master Dick is going to be in good hands?” Him and I made eye contact over Dick’s head as I nodded, giving Alfred a smile as he started to leave. 

“Thank you very much, Al.” 

“You’re welcome, sir.” Was the last thing he said before he closed the door again, which made me turn my attention back to the man currently sitting on top of me. 

It looked like he was going to fall asleep in his mug, his slow sips and half opened eyes giving him away.

I chuckled and kissed the top of his head, carefully taking the mug from him without spilling what was left of his tea so I could set it aside and laying back on the bed so he could be more comfortable but keeping him in the blanket burrito with me. 

As he slowly drifted off, he let his back relax to lay a bit more comfortably. “Goodnight, Dickie.” I whispered up to him, kissing just under his chin. Within 10 minutes, he was out like a light with his head on the pillow just above mine as he finally fell into a deep state of sleep.

[murmuringbug]

I really appreciate how bad sees relationships. It's so special to me.

I've not seen alot of people with a similar view points so it's really validating as an aromantic person :D! Especially from someone who from what we know is not aromantic!

It just feels really nice because I even saw it in the ghosties today (no hate of course I love my fellow ghosties so much :3). But theres this line that gets drawn alot where others tell you that something is romantic like they know you better than you know yourself, and it sure does get tiring.

Like with the example of cucurucho. Bad said it was a friendly, platonic date and then the majority of ghosties were telling him that's not how platonic works. But like you guys dont decide that. >_>

If you did everything you would do on a date but you just literally dont feel romantic attraction for that person it cant be a romantic date that's it.

You cant agree to not wanting forced romance but then also force romance.

[ghostyclay]

S7 mumbo jumbo cosplay coming soon :3 (wip)