#we're more ghosts than people

[klauswalz]

You know you and me… We're more ghosts than people…

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been trying to figure out a dynamic between neve and rye that I find more compelling, because right now there's not much of anything there for me to sink my little teeth into. but I think I've landed on something delicious with the idea that especially after minrathous gets fucked, rye looks at neve and sees myrna -- someone he feels he keeps letting down horribly no matter how hard he tries not to and can't quite achieve the approval of/connection with that he wishes so it's better to just pull away completely and disengage rather than stay in that unshifting shame. neve is (very understandably) measured and distant with him after what happened, and he's flashing back to his student days of myrna gazing at the perpetually hungover heartbroken heap of a person of him on the other side of her desk every time he missed the deadline of a paper or project like '...can we at least both agree that this is. a bit disappointing. especially considering your potential.' (and him all smudged black eyeshadow and numb ruefulness being like 'sure that's a very kind way to put it myrna thank you'.)

aside from the 'if I let him get too deeply into this he'll go the way of brom and it'll be all my fault (again)' element, neve thinks rye is dismissing her and her city/being a bit callous in the same way he was after varric's death (listen. how fucking wild must rook's reaction to losing a beloved mentor seem to the rest of the crew who aren't seeing the blood magic paper doll ghost varric the whole time, especially those who got to see them interact. you WOULD think 'there's something wrong with this guy. putting the job first is one thing just not seeming to react at all is another this is fucking freaky', wouldn't you, especially after seeing the warmth in that dynamic in action beforehand.) perfect storm of two people who grit their teeth and turn inwards in pain deciding that not talking about it is their best bet (NEWSFLASH: IT ISN'T) lmao

(rye spent his last year of watcher training on a mostly joyless bender and then got it together enough to finish the eternal orb project last moment in a fevered near-sleepless week instead of the half a year that was intended. emmrich is both astounded and distressed to hear this. "a week? but -- but that is an astounding accomplishment rook!! and also why in the maker's good light would you ever do that to yourself?" ("well you see there was no one to stop me from doing it like that but me. and under those conditions these things tend to happen".) rye was working through/looking up stuff around transitioning and doing every kind of OTHER high level watcher research through that whole time, but ultimately he's an excellent watcher and a terrible student, at least under traditional methods. adhd from here to the fucking moon. touched by something akin to divine inspiration in moments of high tension that pulls all the threads into one coherent unbreakable cord, a bit of a frayed mess in most other settings. in our world he'd be dropping out of a masters program at the very last hurdle in this moment maker bless and protect him)

[spacebubblehomebase]

hi, just letting you know that ahmed 90s-ghost doesn't verify fundraisers anymore! he quit after it got too overwhelming, so you shouldn't @ him asking him to. you can probably find the post about it by searching his blog.

Thanks for letting me know, Anon...

I get it... I REALLY do.

I understand. Y'know I used to be so excited to get Asks. It means someone wants to talk about art and silly cartoon characters with me. But now all I feel is dread. Not because I don't want to help, but because the help I give is never enough. I used to privately mesage back to those Asks, but one became 6 became 10 to... Well. I can't donate. Euros and dollars are valued a lot higher here, thus the opposite is also true. The value of our money is but a paltry bread's worth and even if I split it in crumbs, with the amount of people who approach me for help, it'll soon run dry, but I'm just a student who still rely on my parents financially. So I thought I'd share instead, but that quickly got out of hand. I post one thing and get multiple asks by the HOUR. I already had to apologize for struggling to meet demands before and I only had 3 or 6 rare to come-by short Asks about art. Now I have a hundred and counting I have to check personally. I didn't want to admit it, but I've also long been overwhelmed. I just didn't feel like I had the right to say so. I still don't. But the truth is, anyone can say they're verified too, which is terrible because not only will I be partially responsible for my followers who got scammed by bots or scumbags who take advantage of those at war with fake fundraisers, but even worse is that the help and money may not even reach those who actually need it. I thought I would be fine the first time. I don't really like posting too much about our depressing reality or watching news in general because my account was supposed to be a "safe SPACE" and a "nice little BUBBLE" for us to be happy and escape for awhile, so I didn'tmthink much about rebloggingit at first. I only wanted to help. But it just kept going and I got swept away. There's so many of them, but there's only one of me and I've been spiraling lately. So for now, I will no longer take any Asks about this subject (which I always avoid mentioning directly because the algorithm has it out for putting you guys down and I wanted you all to make it so I didn't tag those reblogs with such). I'll still take Asks provided they're related to my actual content and of course I'll still support raising awareness for Pal est ine, yet I also get it if this may appear selfish to some of you. I tried. I really did. But if you'd rather ignore, unfollow, or block me for this decision, I understand. I'm just sorry it had to come to this and that I wasn't strong enough to help more. -Bubs.

[medicinemane]

Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy

You have... very very very very very very very very smart people you know, and they're say something that not only isn't true, but literally is as opposite of the truth as it's possible to be... and you'll... gently inform them "hey, it's actually a bit more like this" and then they just kinda... go on saying literally the exact same thing

I'm not sure if it's just that... I often feel like I must be very bad at communicating, or people must just not notice/ignore a lot of what I say, but... I don't know

Like dearest friend, you've said something as absurd as... I don't know, it's hard to say without saying it, but honest to god about as absurd as saying the United States was a part of the USSR, that level of completely getting it backwards

...and it just doesn't seem to matter when I try to explain it... I legit don't even know if you read what I said

Really end up feeling like I'm going nuts sometimes

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Thought about making a ghost town au jason design but kinda bluescreened when I realized he wouldn't be a doll tbh

[born-to-lose]

I love being the always single person in my family, mad respect to my sister for constantly dating guys for the last 8 years, I would have shot myself

[headstrongblake]

they've been doing this together for nearly seven years. fighting side by side. protecting each other and fulfilling their duties as knights, protecting britain. the group of them made it through the worst of training while others did not. they've grown together, and become adults together so when nicklas witnesses the crushing blows octavia takes across the battlefield, he rides urgently towards her, ending the lives of their enemies as he goes. " louis! " nicklas shouts for the violent man, trying to draw his attention towards what nicklas saw in the clearing so that as soon as he got to octavia, he could focus on her while louis focused on keeping them safe.

as he draws closer to octavia, rage ignites over his whole body. quickly, he leapt from his horse, driving his sword through the large brute that wielded a mace against octavia. as soon as he withdraws his sword, he pushes the man to the ground, knees colliding beside octavia as he looked her over. there's never been a time when the others haven't been able to tend to each other's wounds on a battlefield but as hands hesitate over octavia's nearly unconscious body, he's not convinced that's possible here. " help me get her up here! " nicklas called back to louis as he brought his horse closer, quickly mounting as louis lifted octavia to nicklas once he settled. " finish this and then get the others. " nicklas ordered, retreating into the woods by horse just out of reach of their fighting with octavia in his arms.

by the time nicklas hear the galloping of horses drawing closer to him, he's torn octavia's armour from her, trying to keep her breaths coming as she slipped in and out. but styxx's voice rings in his ears, and finally, octavia's eyes flash open. relief floods nicklas, the tiniest smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. but he doesn't expect the right hook to his jaw, the way she scrambles away from him terrified, or the groans & gasps that leave her as she does so. " octavia! hey, tavi...it's okay, let me help you're bleeding too much... "

the last thing octavia could remember was the hot searing pain as the mace cut through her skin and bruised her body. she could remember the face of her enemy and the pleasure he took in the idea of her death. that's what she holds tight to as her brain makes little attempts to sort through past and present beyond the overwhelming pain that radiates through her. instead of welcoming nicklas safety and touch, she fights, agonizingly and at the detriment of herself in order to survive.

/ @myhiraeth

[padredeem]

@redemn semi plotted starter

"Are you gonna take much more time makin' those eggs? I wanna cook some too, y'know."

[ratcandy]

so people who follow me for hollow knight stuff are aware, i think shipping ghost with anyone is kinda sus and I'm not too comfortable with it . Could Not Care Less for your reasoning btw

[transmascpetewentz]

Falling 👏 for 👏 scams 👏 is 👏 activism /s

It's kind of telling to see some of the exact same people who've cheerfully been making and/or circulating those "political action is supposed to be disruptive – if it was easy to ignore it wouldn't work!" posts turn around and jump on the "these Palestine fundraising requests making it mildly inconvenient to curate my Tumblr inbox must be part of some nefarious scheme" bandwagon. Like, disruption is good right up until the point it affects you personally, eh?

[determination-personified]

💋 + it's surge. pretty weird they're acting all affectionate, vex. they've kissed your neck like twice now. what's your next move?

Tail slowly wagged side to side, ears folded back against her skull as a soft rumble-like purr left her throat, arms wrapped around the Surge head tilted to the side allowing full access to her exposed neck.

She may regret it with how...random they could be with being towards the possum..but fuck if didn't feel good when they were affectionate like this.

[abetterwor1d]

"You want me to ask? Fine. What happened to you? What made you walk away back there? What did you never bother to tell me?" {From John}

ways to ask about it. / no longer accepting.

ㅤ" I don't want you to ask, " Arthur murmured, fetching a cigarette from his satchel. He and John had found what looked to be an abandoned homestead. One that looked like it was once home to a young family, going by the discarded toys that had been left on rotting shelves. A sight that reminded him of the day he realised he had lost his son. The cigarette is lit and placed between nervous lips. " Did I ever tell you about that waitress, Eliza? "

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Found this while going through my fanfic files, and i absolutely had to share.

Danny: i want in

Red robin: …what?

Danny: your bat family. I want in.

Red robin, blinking in surprise: i dont know what you think you know about my associates, but we're not-

Danny: dont be obtuse. I know youre the smart one. And i also know that your all one big relatively happy family. I want in.

Red robin: …why?

Danny: because you guys are the first people ive found that are wealthy, intelligent and powerful enough to take on my fruitloop godfather and win AND are decent enough human beings that i can be assured that when all is said and done, my well-being will remain a top priority.

Orphan, appearing out of nowhere: new brother!

Danny: *stares in shock*

Danny: *sudden uncanny grin* well that's one convinced. How do i win over the rest?

Orphan: no need. New brother!

Red robin: *pointed glance of betrayal* fine. Who is your godfather?

Danny: vlad masters. He's a fruitloop.

Red robin: for real? B's been investigating him for years! Tell me everything! *genuinely excited for a new lead*

Danny: well, he's tried to murder my dad and marry my mom, gained his wealth illegally, committed voting fraud to become the mayor of my hometown, has a secret underground lab where he does unethical experiments, and he's abducted me more than a dozen times even before my parents disowned me to make me his evil apprentice or whatever. Now that im homeless, he's literally out to get me. Oh! And he's cloned me too! She's cool though, we're buddies now.

Batman, who just arrived but heard everything over comms: hn. (Translation: who are you?)

Danny: my name is Danny. No last name anymore, but im hoping itll soon be Wayne! *winking suggestively*

Batman: hn? (how much do you know?)

Danny: enough to know that youre a much better alternative to vlad.

Batman: …hn (i dont know anything about you. What if youre a spy for vlad?)

Danny, giving his salesman pitch: i was a teen vigilante in amity park before i had to run away from home for my own safety. Vlad is one of my rogues. I know how to fight and defend myself, how to minimize collateral damage in a fight, and ive gotten really good and escaping kidnapping attempts. Ive also managed to reform and/or make allies out of approximately half of my rogues and can talk down about 30% of all rogue confrontations before they turn into a messy fight. The other things i can bring to the table are: one, i can teach all of you guys proper liminality self care; two, i can probably minimize and possibly cure red hood's anger issues; three, i can get along with stabby robin because i consider fighting a friendly social interaction - he can even stab me and i wont be injured by it; four, i can be your go-to guy for supernatural cases so you no longer have to deal with that sad trenchcoat man; five-

Red robin: *blurting* youre hired.

Batman: hn (i am deeply concerned)

Danny: if youre concerned now, wait until i tell you about the anti ecto control act

Nightwing, who showed up in the middle of the sales pitch: ive never seen anyone crack B's grunt language so quickly

Danny: grunt language? He's just using ghost speak - which will be covered by the liminality self care lessons

Robin, who arrived with batman: what is a liminal?

Danny: all of you, of course! Otherwise you wouldnt need to learn about it, obviously

Robin: and why would we trust you?

Danny: did i mention i have a pet ghost dog?

Robin: …you drive a hard bargain

Danny, fist pumping: yes! That's three!

Nightwing: four, you got me when you could understand B's grunting

Red Hood, arrived with nightwing: five, assuming you arent lying about the pit rage

Danny, hand to his chest: i would never!

Orphan: honesty. Earnest. New brother.

Oracle, over comms: six. The anti ecto acts are legit and im terrified for his safety, assuming he's phantom, who is the vigilante of amity park

Spoiler, arrived with orphan: seven, as long as youre down for a few pranks

Batman: hn (ive been outvoted)

Batman: hnn (i dont wanna hear any jokes about adoption habits when you all forced my hand)

Batman: hn (that said)

Batman: welcome to the family

Duke, the next day: man, i miss out on everything exciting.

Duke, blinded by danny: and who the fuck told bruce he could adopt the fucking sun?!

[saddleboy]

we're more ghosts than people.

check this out on twitter!

[headstrongblake]

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. -nickfox / @myhiraeth

nick had come away from the sparring match with another kid, closer to his age, with a busted lip and a gash along his eyebrow. in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing. with the higher-ups wandering around, checking over different cohorts to ensure they're up to the standards, everyone is trying to put their best foot forward. to prove that they're worthy because if they're not? what were the last five years for? what were the countless nights near starvation or the brutal training that they all fought through for?

it's not matthias fault, but it's how nick ends up with his face scraping across the stone floor. it's why fox is now fretting over him after they'd all been forced to finish their drills before nick and fox were able to disappear from prying eyes. "stop holding your breath." he commented quietly, eyes lifting to meet her worry-filled gaze as she cleans dirt and grim from the cut in his brow. he doesn't need to look at her to know her hearts racing.

gently his hand reaches forward, brushing bruised knuckles against the base of her neck, pushing away the strands of her hair as his touch lingers. "be careful tomorrow, they're still sniffing 'round." he shifted a little closer, their knees knocking together. "we only have one more day, ok? don't worry, it's barely a scratch." nick assured, crystal hues shifting between her gaze and those distracting lips. is it any wonder that he can't help himself as he inches closer while she puts her damp cloth off to the side? by the time she brings her face back to him, he's lips are inches from her. crystal hues flicker back to her gaze, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth as he catches the desire growing in her eyes. silently his lips crash against hers, forgetting the split in his lip as his other hand lifted to cup her cheek.