#my characters are ghosts btw

[fucked-up-bird]

I accidentally made my story about the different ways of ahndling grief and how death can affect everyone in a community whether they know them or not.

I just wanted to make characters do a murder mystery what

The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again

[roki-roki-roll]

I completely forgot to make an all together post for this lol

Have mercy I just really like this song and show together it's actually living rent free on my Tumblr and mind

[cessmaga]

My very own take of danny phantom ✌️

I kinda get why nick wouldn't want him to be dead but the concept of danny actually half died really fascinates me, so much story potential there, this idea has been running in my for a while now

my main idea is that Danny didn't know that he was actually dead, he just believes that the portal just gave him ghost powers, and his physical body being weak and gets cold easily is just a side effect to it

slowly he'll realize that his actually dead and his physical body is just slowly deteriorating (kinda morbid lol)

danny is actually half dead, but he won't last long

moments before disaster:

[temeyes]

it's finally November now! quick reminder i still have special discounted c/mms open! slots are unlimited, so if ya want to work together, now's the time!

if ya interested, check out the sheets over [here!] anyways, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated as always! much love!

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Halloween doodle compilation 🎃🕸️🍂

[eros-ghoulette]

Can you write something about Aether finding his place in the ministry after being a band ghoul for so long? I miss my man :(

(if not that's chill tho)

Five weeks.

Aether has reasons to retire, but it's still hard to do so. (Aether has anxiety)

Characters: Aether, Omega, Delta

Word count: 1450

One week.

One week since the band had left the abbey, and Aether looked up at the sky, stars reflecting in the dark purple of it; a galaxy of its own. The brightest star shone white in the black of the night, spending light in the hours of darkness.

There was a sigh, barely audible, and the quint looked down at his hands. While the stars were among others, he was alone. It had been the right decision to quit playing in the band, and still… the question remained. It haunted him more often than not and made him feel bad when happiness should reign. Was he wrong? Was the decision, his decision, the wrong one? Should he be there, on the road, on the stage? Was Phantom really ready to bear such a role?

And there it was… the anxiety he had hoped to cure by stepping down, by giving his place to the young one, it was back. And it hurt.

The last tour had made Aether feel the real impact of being in a band. He had started to doubt himself, counted every mistake, and overthought every action and movement. His joints started to hurt for hours after a show, the small bunks in the bus not helping at all.

It had been the right thing to retire.

But the anxiety wasn’t gone. It had been, for the time he was at home and with the others, and then a few days more. And now he couldn’t even pinpoint the reason for it. The point was, he was alone and felt helpless, and there was nothing he could do about it.

* * *

Two weeks.

Two weeks since the band had left the abbey, and Aether looked down at the phone in his hands. Pictures from the latest ritual Dew had sent him. The quint felt his chest tighten and put his phone aside.

“Do you want to help me in the infirmary today?”

Omega stood in the door, arms crossed over his chest, but his gaze was soft. The older ghoul knew Aether was feeling alone, lost even. He saw the younger’s face, watched it for days now, and he knew he had to do something. In times of turmoil, when the brain screamed, and the heart throbbed, in times like these, it was hard. And everything ached because the mental exhaustion couldn't keep up and transferred to the muscles and joints; so it would hurt less. To spread the pain on everything instead of keeping it in one place. But that’s not how it worked. That’s how physics worked, not creatures. And instead of making it less, it just got less bearable.

“Alpha said he has better things to do than do my paperwork every day,” Omega added with a smirk. “And no, I don’t want you to do my paperwork. You could help with the patients while I do the paperwork.”

Truth be told, Aether had no real desire to do anything today. But he also had no intention of turning the other’s request down and nodded.

“Sure,” he simply said, and stood up from the table. Aether had breakfast half an hour ago, but the energy to actually get up hadn’t been there. Now he had a reason to stand up. His phone slipped into his pocket as he walked next to Omega.

* * *

Three weeks.

Three weeks since the band had left the abbey, and Aether lay in his bed; awake. He had trouble sleeping, not much but enough to keep him up till late night. The quint guessed the reason for it was his desperate need for touch. He longed for it, every cell of his body wanting it so badly it overwhelmed him.

He could go to Ifrit and Zephyr, those two would most likely welcome him with open arms, but Aether felt like a burden at the bare thought of it. It’s not that he wanted sex, he wanted affection. Quiet words of praise, whispered in the night, almost just breathed and filled with soft tenderness. Physical affection, a body to hold, warm limbs intertwined with his, hands to stroke his belly and lips to kiss his forehead.

And still… That longing was hard to overcome when there was no one to give such affection. But his mind got calmer this past week, his body ached less, and his heart throbbed not so much anymore when he thought of his pack. The work in the infirmary was good. He talked much with Omega and Alpha often came by to join them. The tall fire ghoul may claim he hated paperwork, but he still helped when he could.

* * *

Four weeks.

Four weeks since the band had left the abbey, and Aether cried. Choked sobs left his throat, making it burn. Tears, unshed for too long, wetting his cheeks, seeping into his shirt. His hands trembled, body shaking, and he forced himself to breathe; just breathe. One rattling breath after another; in and out. And after minutes that felt like an eternity, he managed to stop.

A knock.

He flinched and listened. Breathe in… another knock. Breathe out.

“It’s open.” The quint’s voice was hoarse, nothing like his usual self. But whoever stood in front of his door would come in nonetheless, so why try to act tough?

And when the door opened, he scoffed at the ghoul that greeted him. Delta was no one he talked to often. It wasn’t that he didn’t like him, they just had no real connection with each other.

“I passed by and heard you,” the other explained. “Sorry if I’m uhm… I could leave if you like.” An awkward smile formed on his lips, and he looked incredibly unsure of himself.

Aether shook his head.

“No, you can stay,” he answered before he could think of anything else. There was a fondness in Delta’s gaze that made Aether trust him enough. And maybe he wanted it, he wanted someone to comfort him. Someone he wouldn’t need to search out for, someone that came by themselves, and here he was. Delta was here.

“May I sit?” the older one asked and pointed at the corner of the bed.

Aether nodded.

Delta moved, and the mattress dipped under his weight. He wasn’t looking at the younger.

“I know how you feel,” he began. “At least I think I do, kinda.”

Aether stayed quiet.

“You know? Your anxiety is smellable to everyone, but most just… don’t know what to do. Your pack would know I guess, but they aren’t here, so… I had the same problem, or I still have the problem from time to time.” He shrugged and sighed. “It gets better. You probably feel better even now after this… breakdown.”

“Mhh,” Aether made. He actually felt kinda better.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t bottle it up. But we all do that, and you won’t stop just from my saying. And I’m obviously not good at all this,” Delta chuckled a bit. “But how about I just stay here for a while, and we get to know each other?”

* * *

Five weeks.

Five weeks since the band had left the abbey, and Aether laughed at a joke Omega made while they cleaned up the infirmary room together. His phone rang, and Aether looked at it to find new pictures from his pack, Dew had sent.

And while it was still kinda sad that he was here, and they were there, he was sure now it had been the right decision. Talking to Delta and working with Omega made him happy. Last night, Delta had cuddled with him, and the desperate need for touch had been gone for those hours. Three days ago, Alpha and he had played guitar together, and it had been fun.

“Can you do the paperwork today?” The puppy eyes Omega could pull were hard to resist, and Aether rolled his eyes.

“Can you get me a sandwich for lunch?” he asked back and received a grin.

“On my way,” Omega saluted playfully and left the infirmary.

Aether sat behind the desk, humming a song. He was in a good mood, a great mood. The tightness in his chest was gone, and his mind stayed quiet. There were moments he thought it all might return, but even then… he now knew he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t lost. He was here, and his pack was there, but they would return, and he would still be here. The infirmary needed him, and he needed the tasks it set. And while he had that, he would be fine. It could be hard, but he had friends to rely on, and that was enough. This was his place now, a damn good one.

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I really hope this whole thing here is understandable 💀

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 5: Markus/RK900 RK900 has a lethal encounter with Markus. The next time he visits the Zen Garden, he finds someone he didn't expect.

[fixfoxnox]

"I feel bad for GhostSoap fans! They're dealing with what GhostRoach/GhostRoachSoap fans had to deal with!"

I don't feel bad. I can't wait to write dead fiance Soap content and tag it wrong on Ao3 AND be actually backed up by Canon.

[levitanias]

making a few of these ghost trick characters over shitpost images, today i finished one silly ambiguous one and another with spoilers (under cut)

[maxthesillyy]

i did a thing💥

note: defining cameo here as someone/thing from the previous games (or comics) being in Double Exposure as anything from ‘being a full-on side character’ to ‘got vaguely mentioned’

[beachyserasims]

The Lonely House

On a cold autumns eve in a modern rented house, a small family sits down together after a Harvest meal, bellies full and hearts open to share. They traveled here from different places to meet one another, some from as far as the rocky mountains and beyond. But in the past, they all lived together in their quaint family home, in a small prairie town just outside of the city. They reminisce about times they spent there, each recounting their own isolated experiences. Throughout the conversation, a pattern is clearly seen, and they all begin to agree on one truly disturbing reality… That house was definitely haunted.

This series contains 3 very short stories, a bit of poetry, and graphic art related to The Lonely House.

This series is non-fictional and rated +18 for mature audiences only.

Click for trigger warnings and tags related to this series.

Enter here… if you dare.

[wybienova]

who cares about art fight i have to draw my new favorite characters 5000 times

[logicpng]

finally added a bunch of more random switches and commentary on some software

slowly but surely approaching the finish line on this thing. I'm pretty much done with the main bulk of the ukagaka, all that remains is set up network updates (and make sure they work correctly, currently I fucked it up a Little), and polish some things up

[emmster]

Some self indulgent Ghost x YN/OC doodles because I am cringe

[carlyraejepsans]

saw your most recent post about really good fics that contain uncomfortable kinks and i immediately thought "ah, biscia must be reading the mpreg soriel fic" and almost left a reply talking about it but i stopped myself because i realized that would be an insane assumption to make. needless to say i felt so vindicated when i saw you link it in an earlier post.

like. HELLO?

HELLO???????

[dieanywhereelseart]

lynne kicking ass and taking names in @thegreatbigdetectivepolll