#with a ring in his hand

[yeyinde]

idk the idea of Ghost being an absolute dog. rough, mean, downright cruel. treats you like a thing, he’s gross.

and Price being the opposite. like can’t imagine even asking you to lift a finger, full on princessification. buys you pretty things and brushes you hair for you. and them just never seeing eye to eye is making me CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYY

what's crazy is that they're both doing the same thing, just with wildly different approaches. and my (controversial) take on this is that Price is arguably worse than Ghost.

with Ghost, you pretty much know what you're getting into from the jump. no holds barred. he's not playing games. he wants you, he'll have you. end of. everything is laid out in stone before he even has to lift a finger to get you. you want out? run.

(but just. keep running. forever. because if he wants you, he'll never stop chasing you.)

but Price? you don't have to lift a finger because you can't. princess-ification, sure. but the sort that involves gilded cages. it's still a leash even if it's gold.

the end justifies the means, and that includes all things - even you. especially you. and once Price has you, you're stripped of everything that he doesn't like. put on a pedestal. your life wrapped around his finger. dependent on him for everything. he convinces you to quit your job, to move in with him (into a house that's just in his name). bends you until you break. moulds you into the thing he covets the most. there's no room for error here because one misstep and he can just. remove you.

and where would you go?

back to the friends he told you he didn't like? bad influences. or the ones he gave you that follow his every command? can you get a job in a city he has so much pull in? probably not when he has you blacklisted everywhere. the Price name holds a lot of weight and he has no qualms using his inherited power to ruin you.

he systematically dismantles your entire life and the wild thing is: you end up thanking him for it.

two sides of the same coin but at least Ghost is honest about how badly he's going to ruin you, y'know?

[savanir]

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.

[a-jasminator]

Edwin Payne is my favorite Disney princess

[eleadore]

clerestory by @yiiiiiiiikes25 and victory lap by anonymous have got me on the theyrrrrrre married kick

[eldrtchmn]

finished it 🖤

[mithrandirl]

Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir, wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the rightful king could ever be known.’

[venduri]

fëanáro curufinwë

[hemlock-dreams]

Ok, so possesive Wade is amazeballs.....but what about possesive Spidey?

I am in absolute love with your work! I wish i could keep tiny versions of your Spidey and Dp in my pocket all the time (they would definitely kill me but it would be so worth it)!!!

Sending all the love ♡♡

For men who use violence to replace their deep seated need for intimacy and sex, this might as well be a marriage proposal.

Thank you so much anon! (Technically speaking if you look at these on your phone, they ARE tiny versions of them in your pocket!)

[olessan]

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Míriel + Elendil + Flourishing Touch

[apollos2]

pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men

there is nothing more terrifying

[linktoo-doodles]

what's that supposed to mean

Aggie stream with my FAF friends (Beck, Katie, Soma, and Yammy!!)

[romidoes]

“...how many more days again?” And for once, that’s a really easy one. No need for brain cells here. “None.” Change of plans. “Comin’ home in the mornin’.” Mickey laughs, and it’s music to his ears.  “Yeah, you fuckin’ are…” inspired by kinktober 2022 by @whatthebodygraspsnot chapter 2

leave it to me to focus on the 'romantic' bit in a fic focused on sex. i've been reading and re-reading this one so much and kept thinking of their eventual dramatic reunion which led me to draw them hugging. the reference comes from the same paparazzi shot as this other drawingi made. thought it would be cool to mention

[dualdeliverence]

Now that the Kiss Marry Kill zine is out, I can finally share my pieces!

First up -- Ashen SolKaRezi!

I feel like Auspitism is a really underrated quadrant that doesn't get explored a lot. There's something about the idea to one person involving themself in something messy because they care enough about the other two people to want better for them that really gets to me.

I also wanted to express the idea that while there might be a primary middle leaf, it doesn't always have to go one direction. Sollux might be the one traditionally slapping some sense in these two, but there are plenty of chances for the other two to get involved as well.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Ford talking to no one on a broken disconnected phone makes me feel so many emotions and I keep thinking about Stan seeing him do something like that

Kook Ford is quite obssessed with phones, whether they are disconnected or not! He personally owns several dozen land-lines that he either found in the dump or stole them himself from restaurants, bars, or telephone booths. He's notorious in town for it. No one knows how he does it; they never witnessed him actually do it! The phones are just there one day and gone by next morning, sometimes quite literally ripped straight out of the wall.

He likes to listen to his friend and family's voices over the phone (even though we know they're not real), just like the good old days! He keeps so many phones around him because he's afraid that one day he'll accidentally miss a call from a phone, and then they would just stop coming. Then he'll have no one to talk to!

Stanford hears the phone ring all the time. He used to even before he fried his brain with Project Mentem. Whilst he was spiraling, Ford would hear his land-line ring constantly at the shack.

He was in a terrible state, just having lost Fiddleford to the portal and his brother to some car crash halfway across the states, not to mention Bill's betrayal and torment. He desperately tried to at least keep one thing in his life under control, purging his brain from Bill even if it meant drilling metal slabs into your own skull. Obviously it didn't work.

Lead delirious with his grief and newly formed head wound, Stanford began to hallucinate. He kept getting phonecalls from no one, and nobody would keep knocking on his door. The phone would ring and never stop. When Stanford went to pick up the phone, the only thing he'd hear was the dial tone (and if he listened closely, he swore he could almost hear whispering in the static). No matter where he was in the house, the phone. Kept. Ringing.

He eventually grabbed a kitchen knife and just cut the phone line. The phone still rang the next day.

[lo-cinno]

He’s so cute he brought us flowers I love him pls

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i didnt plan to spend my sunday this way