#the ghosts that we knew

[mybrothercainmybrotherabel]

My Brother Cain, My Brother Abel is now a series!

Book One is half about Caleb and Philip living in the Connecticut frontier in 1613, tying to keep themselves alive in a world where the English don't really know how to do that yet; and half about Caleb and Evelyn living their best life in the Demon Realm (until the very when, spoilers, suddenly only half of them is living any life at all, and it certainly isn't her best one.)

Book Two is called The Ghosts That We Knew and follows Caleb as he is stuck in purgatory watching his wife and child live without him while his brother makes grimwalker after grimwalker, decending further into madness.

[lightthewaybackhome]

The ghosts that we knew made us black and all blue but we'll live a long life

And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view and we'll live a long life

[millificent]

Every Nico Di Angelo fan focusing more on the background of the episode than the actual plot

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[luthien-under-bough]

Ghost!Daemyra feeling more alive dead than he ever did when he was alive.. w Rhaenyra

Like he died just to meet her 💔

For either ghost au, or both

ANON PLEASE my heart can only take so much 💔💔💔

I think this could work very well in the ghosts that we knew tbh. Daemon has been waiting and waiting and waiting for centuries for his Rhaenyra to return. He forgets what it even felt like to be alive. Even in the last few months of his life - where Mysaria and his Rhaenyra's own paranoia had poisoned her against him - being alive but feeling like Rhaenyra was lost to him was a worse feeling than death.

Meeting this Rhaenyra reminds him of what it felt like before the Dance and when everything was still good between him and his Rhaenyra. 🥲

[needlepine]

Needletail as Rootpaw’s ghost guide in TBC, episode 2: “my wine aunt’s spirit is haunting me and she’s also super annoying”

[casuallytalkingtothevoid]

In my like two(?) years of using tumblr I’ve never made a post so bear with me.

I’ve seen a lot of those posts where Damian and Jason are arguing about who has the highest kill count while Tim just sits in the corner.

I have also seen fics/posts where Danny can feel death on people.

I have never seen these two ideas together.

Just imagine this

All the bats know that Danny can smell death, it makes sense, him being the ghost king and all, so when Jason and Damian are debating who has killed the most people, they ask him.

During dinner Jason is the one who rehashes the fight. Most of them just sigh, having heard this argument time and time again.

Jason- „I’m just saying, I went on a whole ass killing spree when I came back alive, I t’s obviously me.“

Damian- „Todd you are being ridiculous, Father even has a list of the people you have killed and it ends at a measly 83.“

Jason- „83 people that he knows about, that list is definitely off!“

Dick- „Does this need to be a competition?“

Both Damian and Jason turn to him. „Shut up Dick!“ and „Quiet Greyson!“

Damian- „Of everyone in this house, I have the highest kill count, I was raised by assassins in more then just name you know!“

They both turn to Danny who is sitting at the table with crossed legs. He promptly shrinks under the new attention.

Danny- „ummm why are we looking at me?“

Jason- „Do your weird ghost shit! Tell the demon brat that he is wrong!“

Damian- „Tell Todd that he is an imbecile for entertaining the idea!“

Danny- „I don’t think…“

Damian and Jason- „Danny!“

Danny- „Ok! Fine! Whatever! I mean I guess out of the two of you Damian feels like he has killed the most people.“

Damian gives a celebratory smirk towards Jason. The rest of the table is just glad for this stupid fight to finally be over. Conversations pick back up again across the table.

That is until Jason speaks up.

„What do you mean out of the two of us?“

Danny- „I mean out of the two of you. Obviously none of y’all come close to Tim‘s-„

Tim, who is in the middle of taking a bite, promptly chokes and rushes to put a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth.

Everyone stares at the display is silence. For a moment, then two, before everything devolves into chaos.

[sasakisyndrome]

“charles and edwin adopt a hellhound” is very cute and i’m a big fan but i raise you the boys stop a cult that was sacrificing a lamb and edwin refuses to go unless they bring it with them and then they have a dead sheep detective

[sakuraspoke]

[kalesaladd]

phantom (very tired): dew? can i please sleep in your bed? i had a nightmare

dew (half asleep): bug, this is a queen-sized bed… that means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the queen

[habken]

i was born to watch my hero academia but made to read the bible instead the world is so cruel. moses was good until the red sea leviticus was ok but now im on joshua and it’s really fallen off again. mha is still better tho imo

you should try the iliad next

[mybrothercainmybrotherabel]

I wrote a sequel because I just can't help myself with this story.

[lightthewaybackhome]

This last week was emotionally difficult. I had a tea with an old friend who I'm not comfortable being open with, a funeral for a beloved friend I will miss terribly, Mother's day (good because I love my Mom, and am blessed by lots of wonderful friends who are moms, hard because I've been unable to have children of my own, and a very dear friend of mine has had the most difficult miscarriage), and my birthday. (I struggle with chronically wanting to both be seen and not seen, so birthdays are both fun and stressful.)

As I've struggled through this week I've talked to several dear friends, letting them carry little parts of my sorrow, fears, and burdens.

I have to say, I'm blessed with a whole slew of wonderful friends and each and everyone of them went out of their way to help me through this week, in a slew of different ways, so I'm feeling very blessed. (That includes some of you on here, even unawares, you helped me.)

Watching through Stargate Atlantis has made me hyper-aware of the importance of friendship, has made me more vigilant about my friends, both caring for them and letting them care for me.

Reading a chapter in Return of the King, I was struck by the constant contrast of despair brought by the Nazgul and the 'foolishness' of hope brought by Gandalf.

Both of these stories showcase great warriors who defend their people at all cost, the ultimate acts of love and friendship

So, with a thousand pistons firing, I connected all these lines from songs and such together this morning trying to express my feelings of simply having wonderful friends, of the importance of hope, and my love of warriors who get us all home.

•••

Weep not for roads untraveled

Weep not for sights unseen

May your love never end, and if you need a friend

There's a seat here alongside me

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

But if your strife strikes at your sleep

Remember spring swaps snow for leaves

You'll be happy and wholesome again

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival. “ - CS Lewis

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.”

Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.

A true warrior's gentleness towards his people is matched by his ferocity towards his enemies.

[not-the-living-ghost]

How do people who can see ghosts know that they're ghosts? I've wondered that ever since I first watched Dead Boy Detectives, and recently the same question came up in a fic that I'm writing.

When Edwin and Niko first meet Monty, Monty blatantly states that he knows Edwin is a ghost, which is never questioned. So based on that, we know that there is an established way for humans to differentiate the dead from the living. But how??

[tinyluvs]

❥ summary; ifrit fucking alpha’s mouth with a dildo, that’s it :)) ❥ warnings; ftm!ifrit, teasing, deep throating, gagging, crying ❥ authors note; couldn’t stop thinking about this so here, have a drabble for the weekend, enjoy it you heathens, ily ❥ wc; 1k

“doesn’t feel as, fuck, as good as you,” ifrit whines as he sinks further down the sparkly dildo he’s been slowly nudging into his cunt for the best part of an hour, “you’re bigger,” he pants, eyes lazily raking over where alpha is sat, being made to watch

alpha grunts in response, his gaze focused on the exposed red silicone that’s turned milky with ifrit’s slick and cum dripping down to the base, “ride me instead then,” he rasps, rolling his hips up to emphasise the thick tent in his pants, the real thing

while it’s an enticing thought, ifrit is having his fun being a little tease and since alpha is, sort of, letting him get away with it he plans on pushing his luck, just a little bit more. he lifts up off of the toy and sits back on his knees behind it, “what d’ya think?”

the tip of the toy rests just underneath ifrit’s navel, it’s obvious that alpha is much bigger than the dildo, thicker too, “we both know the answer to that,” alpha huffs, his wrists tugging at the red ribbon ifrit had tied around them before he started teasing

“do we?” ifrit lilts, cocking his head to the side as his fingertips circle over the sticky tip of the dildo, “or, do you need a better look?” he asks, acting coy while he saunters towards alpha, his fingers trailing down the length of the toy in a vulgar manner

alpha doesn’t say a word as ifrit nudges his legs apart to stand between his thighs, he just stares up at him through long, dark lashes, waiting patiently to find out what ifrit is planning to do

“go on, feel it,” ifrit hums, dragging a bead of slick back up the toy before it drips onto alpha’s cheek, much to alpha’s dismay

a frown pulls at alpha’s eyebrows, “i c-can’t,” he mumbles, the ribbon around his wrist digging in as he tugs at them to make a point to ifrit. he could rip through them easily but he won’t, not yet anyway, not with anticipation licking at his nerve endings

ifrit hums thoughtfully, just long enough for alpha to think he’s going to be untied, finally able to get his hands on ifrit after so long of just being able to watch but, ifrit clearly has other plans

“silly me, i guess you’ll have to do it this way,” ifrit smirks as he taps the tip of the dildo against alpha’s bottom lip, leaving slick smeared messily over his skin, “open up, sweetheart,” he hums

alpha growls up at ifrit but his tongue lolls out past his lips with no hesitation, he’s rewarded immediately with the toy pressing down against his tongue. a groan rumbles through his chest as the mess ifrit left on the silicone drips onto his tastebuds

slowly but surely ifrit slips the dildo further into alpha’s mouth, both of their eyes widening with every extra inch “so, bigger or smaller than you?” ifrit asks once half of the toy is past alpha’s lips, knowing full well the other ghoul can’t answer him now

he does try though, a muffled, garbled, response that ifrit can’t really understand, “you don’t know?” he hums, earning himself a deep scowl from alpha, “guess you’ll have to take some more then,” ifrit sighs, returning to inching the toy in even further

the dildo isn’t that big but the blunt tip still presses against the back of alpha’s throat, making his eyes sting and start to water just as ifrit pulls the red silicone back, not enough to let alpha say anything but enough to let him suck air back into his lungs

“matches your eyes,” ifrit mumbles, his fingers tickling high on alpha’s cheeks, right up under his deep burgundy eyes. it’s why they bought the toy in the first place, because it reminded ifrit of his mates eyes, so while alpha already knows, he still moans

then, on his own volition, alpha tilts his chin up and slowly pulls his tongue along the bottom of the toy, coaxing it back into his mouth, “still haven’t figured out if you’re bigger?” ifrit asks as he taps his fingertips against the fresh tears on alpha’s cheeks

alpha starts to nod his head and then changes to shaking it, as best as he can with his mouth full. ifrit smirks, watching a deep blush spreading over alpha’s cheeks until it reaches the tips of his ears while he fucks the toy in and out of alpha’s mouth

with every thrust, the tip of the toy shoves into alpha’s throat, creating a little bulge that ifrit can’t help but touch, his fingers press hard against the outline until alpha gags, forcing his eyes to pinch shut as they start to burn with a fresh stream of tears

“c’mon baby, you can figure this out,” ifrit pouts and in return, alpha whines wetly, strings of spit dripping down his chin and onto his chest while ifrit continues to plunge the dildo into his mouth, keeping his lips stretched wide around the red silicone

alpha makes a defeated sound, his brain switching off as ifrit’s words start to make little, to no, sense. as his eyes flutter shut ifrit leans down over him, “should i fuck you with it?” he hums

the noise that catches in alpha’s throat is laced with need and desperation, downright sinful, before he starts to nod his head, “yeah? think you would be able to figure it out then?” ifrit asks, pulling the toy out of alpha’s mouth until the tip rests on his lip

“ye-yeah, fuck me, f-frit please,” alpha begs, his throat raw and scratching around his words. ifrit smirks at him, reaching back to untie alpha’s wrists, a little surprised he didn’t just break out

ifrit brushes a kiss over alpha’s spit shiny lips while large hands squeeze at his waist, “m’not gonna stop until you tell me if it’s bigger than you,” ifrit grunts, knowing alpha is already too far gone to tell him anything, with any hint of sense to it anyway

alpha just whines, locking them both in for a long, messy, night

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[luthien-under-bough]

What about a City of Angels parallels when Rhae just wants Daemon to hold her, but he can't. So just stay until she falls asleep. Maybe she also starts to feel when he's around

In the existing story, she can already see him, but thank you for reminding me about City of Angels because I feel like I could get some nice angsty inspo from that movie!

Also, unrelated, but the City of Angels soundtrack fuckin' rules - better than the movie itself . Everyone go listen to Uninvited byAlanis Morissette.