#introduction to Ghost

[stillchuunya]

Ghost b.c. presentation because brainrot

I wanted to get as much info on Ghost in one place before the Ghovie and I also wanted to let my bestie know what this weird satanic band I'm obsessing over is all about so I made a presentation.

You're a ghestie? You want to understand a ghestie? doesn't matter, all are welcome

it is biased but it has a bit of everything I guess

song meanings, memes, Toblerone quotes, Papa's ass, it's an overview ok and you should be able to make comments >.>

I might've reached new levels of insanity when making this at 3 in the night on a weekday

if I share this with the Internet, will I become a normal citizen? no, but I wanted to finish the post with a question.

[nocek]

A little continuation in my Gabriella lives au that already happened here and here.

So my another little headcanon, besides that Miguel is awkwardly attempting here to sorta adopt Gwen and is trying to figure out how to convince her to go back to school, is the night routine.

So Miguel (who read too many parenting guides* to catch up quickly and not fuck up this precious child) strongly believes in leading by example. So since he wants Gabriella to have good sleeping habits after her nightly routine he also goes to sleep at sensible hour. But he can't sleep through whole night so when he wakes up at ungodly hour he does some light work not to wake up her.

Then he prepares breakfast and bento (he totally had to learn to cook, you can't convince me otherwise) and with time he started having a little fun with it and then it became kinda hobby. It helps him wind down so that after he sends Gabriella to school he is actually able to take an extra 1-2 hour nap.

(* as in parenting guides for child of Gabriella age, totally clueless what to do with a traumatized teenager but after the denial he probably will do the homework)

[s0fter-sin]

one of my favourite aspects of supernatural that you very rarely see in paranormal shows is that sam and dean are already versed in the world they live in. there’s no sudden discovery of ghosts and demons and now they have to learn about them along with the audience; they are born into it and already know all about it. it allows the audience to follow their personal story instead of also trying to figure out this new world and its rules

the first season is full of knowledge we never see them learn; “w*ndigoes are in the minnesota woods or- or northern michigan. i’ve never even heard of one this far west.” […] “great. well then this [his gun] is useless.” (1x02), “you don’t break a curse. you get the hell out of its way.” (1x08), d: “it’s a god. a pagan god, anyway.” […] “the annual cycle of its killings? and the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. like some kind of fertility right.” […] s: “the last meal. given to sacrificial victims. d: “yeah, i’m thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some pagan god.” (1x11)

almost every episode in the first season is a monster they’ve faced before that they then explain to the audience in a way that should feel patronising; like it’s the same speech given over and over again but instead, the audience almost feels included in the knowledge. it’s stated with such an innate confidence and comfort in said knowledge that it feels like we already knew it too; “spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. if they want inside, they just go through the walls.” […] “the claws, the speed that it moves; could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog.” (1x02), “it's biblical numerology. you know noah's ark, it rained for forty days. the number means death.” (1x04), “no no no, not the reaper, a reaper. there's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by 100 different names.” […] “you said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? reapers stop time. and you can only see 'em when they're coming at you which is why i could see it and you couldn't.” (1x12)

they already know and, at least in the first season, already have what they need to kill whatever they’re hunting; already know to salt and burn bones for spirits, fire for a w*ndigo, exorcisms for demons, a silver bullet to the heart for shapeshifters. there’s only three times in the entire first season that they run into something new to them; 1x14 when sam gets his first vision that leads him to another psychic, 1x16 when dean calls caleb for help on the sigil he put together and he tells him about daevas, and 1x20 when they find out vampires are real- and they only don’t know that bc john thought they were hunted to extinction and not worth mentioning

(there’s also technically two half instances if you count one of them knowing something the other doesn’t - sam figuring out the tulpa in 1x17 and dean already knowing about the shtriga in 1x18 - but those still rely on sam and dean having prior knowledge)

even when they’re uncertain about facing something, it’s not bc they don’t know what it is; it’s precisely bc they know what it is and acknowledge that it’ll be a difficult hunt (“i don't know, man. this isn't our normal gig. i mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. this is big. and i wish dad was here.” 1x04)

so much of the tension in paranormal shows typically comes from the main character(s) not knowing what is happening to them/the people around them and having to find out how to resolve it. supernatural is unique in that it operates more like a police procedural. the tension comes from solving the clues and identifying patterns to figure out who (what) the killer is and intercepting before they can take another victim

it’s such a different tone to go for when compared to other shows that came both before, during, and after its run. it sets sam and dean on even footing with each other since they both have the same knowledge going in, and it puts them in a place of authority usually reserved for an outside character

the shows i compare spn to most is charmed, buffy and teen wolf; every main character in those shows are brought into the paranormal world knowing nothing, putting them on the same level as the audience, and they have their mc interact with others already knowledgeable about that world in order to overcome their problem/monster of the week. the audience organically learns about this new world as the characters learn about it. it’s a sound writing strategy that prevents “as we already know”-style exposition but something that complicates it is if your world building isn’t unique or intriguing enough, this slow introduction can become boring

we’ve seen shows like these before; sitting through the same tropes of characters learning to use their powers, struggling with no longer feeling normal/relating to the regular world around them, and not knowing how much they can trust the people already involved in this new world gets repetitive. all three shows eventually reach the same level of comfort with their new world that spn starts with but if the characters aren’t enough to draw you in, you can end up dropping it before they reach that point (and often, before the overarching plot can really kick in and evolve the show beyond the villain of the week format)

it’s the superhero origin movie in tv format; dragged out and overplayed. dropping the audience into an established world of course comes with its own problems but you also have the benefit of pre-existing established character dynamics that let the audience slot in like they’ve always been there instead of just getting to know all the characters while the characters also get to know each other

sam and dean already knowing about the supernatural lets the audience immediately get to the core of the story; the conflict between sam and dean, the search for their father, and the mystery of what killed their mother

[ns-imagines]

Nikto никто

Nikto Character Introduction

If you find yourself drooling over possessive and obsessive!Ghost or König lemme introduce you to Nikto…

SFW [ all cannon information ]

Word Count: TBA its a lot

Warnings: Disorder mention; Torture mention; dissociative disorder mentioned;

A/N: Lemme talk to you for a moment…

My new masked crush. Heart and coochie go brrrrrrrrrrrrr

Post has not been checked for grammar corrections / Not requested :D

Cannon Information:

Nikto (Neeek-toe) is a Operator in Spetsnaz for the Allegiance faction which is within the KorTac Organization. Basically hes a contractor for the contractors. Its cannon that he has facial scarring which is why he wears a mask. Not a turn off for me ah ha ha

So he isn’t necessarily a good guy like the 141 guys (even though now they’re considered war criminals I suppose) but he’s also not a bad guy. In summary, man does what he gets hired to do.

Anyways, after going AWOL in October 2022 from the Russian contracting military group he resurfaced in June 2023 (also the introduction of his character in the game). He resurfaced being the leader of a military group which was overtaking the Dutch city of Vondel.

On the Official Wiki he is only given two paragraphs of biography. You can read it here -> https://callofduty.fandom.com/wiki/Nikto

Also mentioned on the page [ for the COD Mobile universe ] is that theres cannon beef between Ghost and Nikto!! Yes, you heard me right. So on the wiki it is mentioned that Nikto was working for a guy named Templar. Whom is betrayed and killed by Ghost. Then when Ghost went after everyone else in the helicopter he shot Nikto. It was thought that Nikto died from the shot but he didnt….

Nikto reappears when he takes a group of people hostage and records a video explaining that the world has failed them and has left people like (Nikto) to beg and then fight over the scraps. Price (yes Price) tries to convince Nikto to let the hostages go and to basically chill out but Nikto wins by blowing up the building. With the hostages inside.

Okay maybe he has beef with all of 141… and is kinda a bad guy I can change him

SO then time passes and Nikto reappears again seeking a gun deal with a dude named Gunzo. Gunzo asks Nikto “why a man wanted on every continent, doesnt have guns” this pisses Nikto off. Nikto replies with “i dont need guns” then proceeds to buy the guns from Gunzo. Then Nikto gasses the fuck out of Gunzo and his men with Nova Gas. Nikto explains to Gunzo that the world is failing blah blah. He then goes on to brag about how he doesnt need a gas mask to breath like everyone else because hes that edgy and then he just executes Gunzo. We can fix him

Nikto disappears again only to reappear flying a F-85B Bullshark and leading a military riot. He then orders a attack on Prices convoy (video below) and basically down their helicopter. In the video below you can see small arms fire, an RPG, and then a finishing shot. Which was shot by Nikto’s aircraft. Okay maybe he is bad, we can fix him ?

Which you can watch here -> https://youtu.be/dDaCTCu82t0

In game bio from MW, CODM, and MW2

It is referenced in his bio MW and CODM that he has acute dissociative disorder. Which according to WebMD

“Dissociative disorders involve problems with memory, identity, emotion, perception, behavior and sense of self. Dissociative symptoms can potentially disrupt every area of mental functioning. Dissociation is a disconnection between a person’s thoughts, memories, feelings, actions or sense of who he or she is.”

Which is explained to be from when he was tortured by Mr. Z. That event is also where he got his facial scarring from. Although he is Russian; in current MW2 timeline his nationality and language is [ REDACTED ]. I was looking around on the internet for why and Reddit believes its due to current world current events/tension. Rewording to: we can accept and love him. I dont think we can fix him.

I don’t expect this post to get a lot of attention but for those who like it my requests are fully open ❤️

i will definitely be posting more Nikto content and what I think Nikto looks like and how he acts.

Thank you for reading! -Kiv

[escelia]

DP x DC PROMPT/FIC

Gotham Portal

(If you get the notif for this post like 2 days ago, no you didn't! I wasn't done yet! You were imagining things!)

Where the story takes place in Gotham instead of Amity Park, the Fentons having moved before the construction and testing of the Ghost portal due to the high saturation of ectoplasm in Gotham. So, Danny's accident ALSO happens in Gotham, except he has no support system at all.

Enter the Bats stage left!

Danny couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. His parents had uprooted their whole life to move to Gotham. They said they'd need all the ambient ectoplasm there for when they built their portal. Jazz had been thrilled! After all, Arkham was a shining beacon of mentally ill people, and Jazz was like a psychology moth to a flame; it would be the perfect place for her internship after college.

His parents had wasted no time assembling the portal from their blueprints in the basement of the run-down apartment building they'd bought outright just on the edge of Crime Alley, complete with the Ops Center parked right on top. They'd gutted the place and completely redone it before they moved in. (Danny had no idea when they accomplished that. Maybe they'd been planning it for a while and only thought to tell their children two weeks before moving day.) He was genuinely surprised the local vigilantes hadn't stopped by yet to ask questions.

But anyway, back to how he was royally screwed! He'd just wanted a cool picture for Sam and Tucker now that he'd moved away. His parents weren't home (they'd gone back to the hardware store after their last test), Jazz had stayed after school to try and butter up her new teachers by running a study group, and he'd been alone. He'd even followed all the safety precautions his parents had told him about! He'd put on the hazmat suit and tried not to touch anything. But he'd tripped.

Through the whirling of green and the static buzzing in his ears, he remembered screaming, though he hadn't recognized it as his own. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he just wanted it to stop. Stop, please stop, why won't someone save me, please!

He woke up to the smell of burning flesh, but he woke up. He was okay! Disoriented, a little disgusted by the smell and throat a little raw, but okay!

At least he'd thought so at first.

He'd begun to... change colors? And float, he floated sometimes, too. But the most irritating of all was that he would go through things. Forks and glasses slipping, quite literally, right through his fingers.

He hadn't told his parents. He'd been fine, after all. A little shaken up, but they'd been so excited he'd gotten the portal to work, who was he to put a damper on the mood when he was fine?

That brought him to now, staring at the mirror in the school bathroom in horror. He'd fought his first real ghost that morning around breakfast. He'd kept it together fairly well, in his opinion. Got through three whole classes before making an excuse to the teacher, slipping off into the blessedly empty restroom.

He'd been getting better and better at controlling his form, and he transformed in front of the mirror, taking stock of his appearance.

Odd colored hair: check.

Bright glowing eyes: check.

Floaty hair: check.

Could walk through walls, disappear, and fly: check.

He raised his finger to his pulse point and felt... nothing.

"I died," he whispered to himself in shock. "I... died," he repeated, this time in despair.

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Damian Wayne was not usually one to keep tabs on his classmates. They weren't his friends, therefore he saw no point. However, the new kid, Daniel Fenton, had begun to act strange.

When Daniel Fenton enrolled in Gotham Academy it hadn't been anything special. He'd started the year a little last due to his family moving, but families moved for all sorts of reasons. He hadn't tried to immediately make friends with Damian like so many others had, much to his relief. But he hadn't tried to make friends with anyone else, either. Maybe he liked to be alone? It really wasn't his business.

But then the boy started getting skittish and clumsy. Clumsier than he had been when he started school. He'd developed a miniscule tremor in his left hand, so he'd probably sustained an injury. He began dropping things in Chemistry. So often, in fact, that he'd been banned from doing practical labs and was instead assigned extra book work.

If Damian had been anyone else, if he hadn't been raised by assassins or had his night work as Robin, he wouldn't have noticed. He wouldn't have followed Fenton to the bathroom under the guise of needing to see the school nurse for a headache. Perhaps if he were anyone else, Fenton might have noticed him following.

There was an alarming flash of light as Damian peered carefully around the corner. Fenton had changed forms. Something had happened to him.

"I died," he heard him say. Damian thought he was being dramatic until he watched him raise his fingers to his pulse point. His glowing eyes dilated in panic, and he repeated himself. He watched as his classmate, looking fragile and lost, curled in on himself floating in the air, and sobbed.

Damian didn't confront him that day. He watched, waited, and researched. He found the research of Dr's Fenton on ghosts and ectoplasm, most of which he was skeptical of up until actual ghosts started to torment them during patrols.

Ghosts were real, it appeared.

He also concluded that their findings on ectoplasmic entities being non-sentient and inherently malevolent was incorrect, having met the ghost of a little girl caught up in a rouge attack that killed her and her family.

Damian watched Daniel Fenton for about a week while he ditched class in a poorly hidden effort to fight and contain the ghosts that he and his family were having such a hard time dealing with. His father was even nearly considering contacting John Constantine, which was never his ideal solution. Damian had been rolling an idea around in his head for a while and he decided now would be the time to bring it up.

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Dinner at the manor was more of a full table than Damian had expected. Not everyone was there, Jason's relationship with them was still a bit strained, so he was not in attendance, and neither was Stephanie. But Duke was home, and Dick was actually there early for patrol later. Tim was there, and so was Cass, so almost everyone.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat politely. "Father, I wish to recruit a new member."

The chatter around the room came to a halt, the clatter of silverware ceasing.

"What exactly do you mean, chum?" Bruce asked carefully.

"I have a classmate I believe would be a valuable asset in light of our trouble with ghosts recently. However, he has no training or support, so I'm asking for your assistance."

"Did... demon brat make a friend?" Tim asked bewildered and a little bit terrified.

"Tt. No, I've never even spoken to him." Damian rolled his eyes. "My classmate, Daniel Fenton, transferred to Gotham Academy about a month ago and started acting strange soon after. He came to school with a tremor and a Lichtenberg figure you can just barely see starting on his left hand and traveling up his arm. I believed he'd been in an accident, and my suspicions were proven when I saw him use meta abilities to ditch class and fight a ghost in the courtyard of the school. From my observations, they are newly acquired, but he has decent instincts and an inclination toward heroism. I believe it would be safer for everyone involved if we approached him first."

"What?" Tim muttered. Dick was smiling gently at him, though, as if he were doing something he was proud of.

"Do his parents know?" Duke asked. Damian scoffed.

"I highly doubt it."

"Wait, Fenton as in the ectobiologists?" Bruce asked. The ex-assassin nodded.

"And considering their research is not reflected in our own interactions with ghosts thus far, I do not believe we should tell them."

"Not safe?" Cass signed. Her brother shook his head.

"The abilities I've observed resemble that of a ghost. He even has an alternate ghostly form."

The implication that they'd be endangering him hung heavy in the air. They'd all seen the Fentons' research. It mostly consisted of theoretical analysis and blatant biases with a long list of proposed experiments they'd run if they ever caught one. They'd all agreed that the Fenton ghost hunters were not a viable option for their ghost problem, especially after seeing how they drove, which in itself nearly put them on the Bat's rogue list.

"We've been meaning to investigate the Fentons properly anyways," Dick pointed out.

Bruce attempted to massage a headache out of his temples. The stuff his kids stumbled into, really. But Damian was right. If his classmate was a new meta with no support, it was only a matter of time before the rogues zeroed in on him, and since his family lived there, he couldn't tell the kid to leave.

"I'm not saying yes just yet, but talk to him. Find out any more that you can."

"Of course, Father."

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Danny finally felt like he was getting the hang of his ghost powers. He was pleasantly surprised, and also mildly horrified, that his parents' inventions actually worked on the ghosts he was now beginning to fight regularly. His favorite was by far the thermos, which did no ghost mutilating whatsoever.

He discovered he had a ghost sense and enhanced hearing and vision, which was cool and all, but now he could hear all the shitty things his classmates said about him behind his back. Which, rude! He didn't even talk to them, what did they have to be shitty about?

He also noticed that one of them, Damian Wayne, had been watching him. From what Danny had heard, Damian was the richest kid in school, a Wayne. Son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, to be exact. And his attitude reflected that. His standoffish, holier than thou rich guy attitude made Dash and Paulina look like they lived below the poverty line. Apparently, he generally didn't talk to anyone at school unless it pertained to class, so Danny saw no point in introducing himself.

That made it extra weird that Damian was following him.

It was right after lunch when a hiccup had a cold breath tumbling from his lips. He raised his hand and asked his teacher if he could use the restroom. He made his way to the bathroom on the other side of the building this time, hoping it would be too out of the way for Damian to follow. But soft rustling of his classmate's school uniform gave him away, no matter how imperceptible his footsteps were.

When he entered the restroom, he made his way to the sink instead, splashing some cold water on his face as Damian walked in behind him loudly as if announcing his presence.

"I know what you've been doing," he said confidently, crossing his arms and standing in front of the door so Danny couldn't leave.

"Oh, hey! Damian, right? I'm in most of your classes, but I don't think I've ever introduced myself. I'm-"

"Daniel Fenton, I know. You've been fighting ghosts." Damian had to give him at least a little credit; he'd become a great actor over the last week. Though, that probably had a lot to do with the fact that he probably didn't feel safe at home anymore.

"My parents are ghost hunters, but I don't think shooting a ghost in the face with a lipstick laser then running for my life counts as 'fighting ghosts'."

"Tt. You are lying."

"Dude, what are-?" Danny cut himself off when his words came with another misty breath. Crap! He'd taken too long!

The ghost of the day, an ugly, mutated, bird looking thing with claws at the ends of its wings and a full set of dangerous, pointed teeth, phased through the door behind Damian, poised to strike.

Without warning, Danny grabbed Damian's wrist and whipped him out of the way, throwing himself between the two. A green shield formed in front of him just as the bird slashed at them with one of its wings.

"Well, that's new," he said startled as the bird geared up for another attack.

Danny groaned at his miserable luck before throwing caution to the wind and transforming. He'd just have to force friendship upon one Damian Wayne in an attempt to keep him from telling anyone about his whole magical girl transformation. He tried to activate his shield again, but when nothing happened, he was flung across the room into the wall. God, this was embarrassing.

The next time the ghost tried to attack him, Damian yanked him aside in a dodge and bolted out of the bathroom with Danny in tow. He was dragged through the winding halls to one of the side exits of the school. In costume or not, Damian's priority was luring the ghost away from the other students.

"Hey, so uh, you won't say anything about this," he gestured wildly to himself, "will you?"

"Tt. Of course not, but I believe you have more important concerns at the moment."

“Right!” Danny patted at the sides of his hazmat suit. “Crap, I left my thermos in my locker!” He dodged another attack and retaliated with an ectoblast, trying to keep the ghost's attention off of Damian as much as possible.

"Your lunch? Really?" Damian shouted. Dang, Danny must have been doing a decent job if Damian had the spare time and attention to be exasperated with him.

"No! It's a containment device! Besides, ghosts are basically soup anyway!"

"Distract it," Damian instructed, "I'll retrieve the device." The boy took off. Danny had to wonder how he even knew where his locker was. The ghost tried to follow him, but Danny shot another blast at it.

"Hey ugly, auditioning to be one of Gotham's Birds? Sorry, but you don't really look the part." He had no idea if the creature could even understand him, but the way it turned to him and lunged again suggested it had done the trick. This time, his shield did work!

Danny could have cried tears of joy at finally having some consistency with it. The next few minutes of the fight felt like an eternity while he dodged and shot ectoblasts at it. The creature wasn't really that strong, and it didn't seem to have super dangerous abilities like some of the other ghosts he'd fought like Skulker or Technus. It ended up being a great opportunity to practice his new shield ability, actually. But he knew the longer he took, the more danger his classmates would be in.

The bird ghost slammed into his shield with a particularly vicious strike, slamming him into the ground and creating a small crater.

"Note to self, remember intangibility," Danny groaned.

In that moment he noticed a door opening on the school building. It was Damian! He was finally back with thermos in hand! Unfortunately, the other ghost noticed too.

"Oh no you don't!" Danny yelled, latching onto one of its feet as it tried to fly toward his classmate. He dug his fingers in hard and sunk into the ground partway to anchor himself.

"Big green button by the lid then the button immediately below it!"

Damian wasted no time popping the lid open and sucking the ghost into the device, the lid closing with a quiet pop. He had to admit, though the design was questionable, it was sturdy, light, and very clearly effective. He wondered if he could get away with sneaking off with this one to have drake examine later.

"That was some incredible timing, thanks." The ghostly form of his classmate floated over to him, taking the thermos from his hand. Damian did not pout.

"We should probably get out of here before the Fenton's show up." He could already hear the screech of tires and his dad's voice over the megaphone tearing through the air.

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"Don't worry honey, we'll catch that nasty ghost boy next time," Jack Fenton comforted his wife. True to form, the Fenton's had arrived to the scene late, and most of the damage to the school yard had been from their vehicle crashing into things upon their arrival. Parents had been called and classes ended for the day, which was how one Bruce Wayne found himself at Gotham Academy trying to help the teachers talk the two down from storming and searching the school.

His son was standing off to the side with one of his classmates. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, lanky frame; Bruce could have mistaken the child for one of his own, but looking between the hulking man in front of him and the kid standing next to Damian, the resemblance was obvious. That had to be Daniel Fenton, the meta his son had told him about. Which meant he'd been the one to deal with the ghost before anyone else had gotten there. The classmate Damian had suggested they recruit for his safety.

"Danno, did you see where that spook went? When I get my hands on him, I'll rip him apart molecule by molecule for even thinking of attacking your school!" Bruce saw Daniel's breath hitch with fear.

"Sorry, no. I was coming back from the bathroom when I saw him fighting another ghost through the window. I was scared so I hid," he lied, gripping his left wrist while he spoke.

Bruce was impressed. The boy's fear was real, and he used that to his advantage to really sell the lie to his parents. His heart ached for him. He couldn't imagine seeing any of his boys looking at him like that, with such fear and distrust.

"That's okay sweetie, we'll get him next time. We're just happy you're alright. Let's get you home," his mother comforted, though Bruce knew it wasn't very comforting at all.

"Yeah, we'll teach you to use the Fenton Bazooka," well that was horrifying, "that way next time you can just blast him!" Danny wanted literally anything else.

"Actually," Damian interrupted politely. "We were assigned a project in class earlier on the history of Gotham. As Daniel is relatively new to town, I offered to assist him with the assignment. Father, would it be acceptable for him to join us for dinner?"

Bruce would have been incredibly surprised his son was inviting someone over for dinner if he didn't see exactly what he was doing. Daniel wasn't safe at home. And he clearly wasn't comfortable with the way his parents spoke of the 'ghost boy'. If his defeated expression was anything to go by, it hadn't been the first time they'd said something like that, nor would it be the last.

"What do you think, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton? We'd love if Daniel could join us for dinner."

"Please, call us Maddie and Jack. That sounds wonderful Mr..."

"Wayne. Bruce Wayne, I'm Damian's father," he introduced. If the two recognized the name, they didn't show it. It worked out rather well in his favor.

"Mr. Wayne. If its not too much trouble, that would be wonderful. It's about time he made a new friend, he's been sulking since the move. Now, we have a ghost to catch!" Maddie planted a kiss on Danny's forehead, leaning her blaster on her shoulder as her and her husband made their way back to the homemade assault vehicle parked haphazardly on the lawn of the school.

"Be sure to call us if you plan on staying the night! We'll let Jazz know she doesn't have to worry about dinner for you! We love you, have fun sweetie!"

"Are they always like that?" Damian asked after the two had pulled away. How had those two even gotten their driver's license? It was truly abysmal, he dreaded the thought of anyone getting into a vehicle with them. And then there was the speed in which they'd dumped their son into their laps, even suggesting they'd be okay with him not coming home that night.

"They mean well, but yeah," Danny replied, heaving a sad and defeated sigh. "Thank you, by the way. For inviting me over, even if you didn't mean it. They can be a bit much."

"Clearly," Damian mused back.

Bruce watched the two interact and felt pride well up in his chest. Meeting the Fenton parents just once was enough to convince him that their son needed help, maybe even their daughter too. That Damian had taken the initiative to bring this to his attention, that he had stood up for Danny and offered his home as a sanctuary for him, made him so incredibly proud as a father. He wasn't as prickly with Danny the way he was with other people, even his own siblings. That was a very good thing indeed, considering it was looking more and more likely this would end with another adoption.

Maybe Clark was right, he did have an adoption problem.

[ask-marygoore-bos]

I can tell Terzo doesn't believe me. His eyes narrow ever so slightly as I fumble over my words, searching desperately for a confidence that does not exist at all. Whatever faith he has in me, it must be dwindling quickly. But he doesn't mention it - no, instead he straightens his posture and gives me a smile. "Well, this is fantastic news! I hope the interest from the... social rejects never falters," he purrs, patting my thigh through my cassock before rising to his feet. "Do keep me updated, Mary. Especially if anybody mentions me, per favore. You know I'm a glutton for punishment." I laugh awkwardly, nodding my head. "Will do, Papa. I'll let you know." "Attaboy," Terzo praises with a grin, giving me a thumbs up before making his departure from my quarters. "I'll leave you be for now, fratello. Ciao!" With that, the door to my room is closed. The sound of his heeled shoes clicking away on the tiled floors of the Ministry gets fainter and fainter. And I feel a deep, deep sense of dread settle in my stomach.

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Now, I have no intention of seeming desperate.

But it would be really nice if I could get some questions and interaction so my boss(es) don't throw me into a pit of rabid Ghouls. Please.

-Mary

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hello. i’m tom and i’m 22 years old. cis male an all that unimportant stuff. been into true crime since 2017 but mainly posted on forums. tumblr is scary to me. the most interesting cases for me are andrew blaze (i like the part where the downfall was recorded) and the academy maniacs. i’m partially but almost completely deaf. mainly just thought posting about true crime related stuff. follow if u wanna!

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[oros-ash3s]

─ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ CHARACTER BIO ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ─

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

“This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, ‘When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.’”

꩜ .ᐟ Hevel (via nathanielorion)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ BASICS ｡𖦹° ☠️

Name || Fukenaga Kageko

⁀➴༯ Name meaning || Kageko is a feminine given name of Japanese origin which translates to “shadow”.

Nicknames || The Ghost (Ryuji), Kage (Ryuji), Riku (Ryuji), Him (Odesa and Dior), The Pest (Aster)

Age || 18 years old

Birthdate || January 4th (Capricorn)

Gender and Pronouns || Cisgender (he/him)

Sexuality || Unknown

Ethnicity || Japanese, Moroccan

Classification || Immortai, ghost

Occupation || None

Role || Secondary character, hero

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ PERSONALITY ｡𖦹° ☠️

Kageko has been left suspended in time. Murdered at 6 years old, he had no time to grow or age in a normal sense, experiencing the world only as an extension of Ryuji. He has all this passion, this energy and fuel and drive, and it is all left brewing, deep inside of him, unable to escape. He is forgotten, lonely. He has no friends to call his own, no family besides a brother who couldn’t despise him more, no one to support or love him. He is left in Ryuji’s darkened shadow, forced to watch on as his twin brother, his undoer, takes his place. And everything he has ever wanted.

He has since become obsessed with the Division. If he can not be a real boy, with a life and hobbies and happiness, he’ll force Ryuji to. He is the mind behind the operation, driving each and every one of Ryuji’s actions, pushing him further and further until he is so deeply entangled with this war there is no chance of escape. Kageko has an ambition that he will never be able to ignore, no matter how much the cards of fate try to push it down. He is driven by his hardship and he will never ever forget it. He won’t rest, not until he’s satisfied this gaping hunger consuming him.

But, through it all, he is also a child who was unable to grow up. He’s childish and immature, and in the same sense, has no proper understanding of people or life. He is completely disconnected from reality, to the point where he genuinely doesn’t understand humanity. He is not a Noroi, yet, not entirely human, either. He is a six-year-old boy who was ripped from his chance to grow up, to develop. To become better.

And all that is left in its place is a glimpse of who he could’ve been, all his negative traits amplified by the trauma that has been boiling inside of him for an entire decade.

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Kageko wants nothing more than to be free.

He has been stuck tethered to his boring twin brother for over ten years. Ten years of nothing but Ryuji’s own wants, needs, and decisions. His days are spent catered towards Ryuji, pushed to whatever room Ryuji would like to visit, talking to whoever Ryuji would like to speak to, doing whatever Ryuji wants to do. No one acknowledges him, even realizes he’s there. He has forever been trapped inside his own brother’s shadow. And he’s sick of it.

He was born with dreams of adventure. Travelling, moving somewhere grand, making something of himself. Since he was only a child these are the exact things to occupy his thoughts. And yet he was cursed with a fate as cruel as this, no more than a whisper into an ear that has learnt to block his taunts out.

He won’t stand for it any longer. He’s going to find a way out of this, he is going to escape. He will make it out, no matter how much the world is against his very survival. Kageko will not give up, no matter what. In the face of complete isolation, he will make it out.

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Traits || Childish, restless, adventurous, excitable, silly, vengeful, apathetic

Alignment || Chaotic Neutral

Likes || Silly jokes, meeting new people, talking, travelling, art, museums, artifacts, theatre masks, acting

Dislikes || Being cooped up for too long, having nothing to do, being dead, Ryuji

Hobbies || Talking, acting, annoying Ryuji, doing voice impressions, haunting, stand-up comedy

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ APPEARANCE ｡𖦹° ☠️

Kageko is not noticeable to anyone other than his brother. He is a ghost, for all intents and purposes, and being such, his physical appearance isn’t very consistent at all.

He is most frequently characterized by the black-and-white tragedy mask found upon his face at all times, morphing to fit his expression, almost as if it is a part of his very musculature. His hair is made up of several messy, silvery-white locs, with dark crimson roots, as if a pool of blood sits atop his head. He has blood-red eyes to match, swirls of crimson that appear vaguely inhuman. They’re cold, hardened. They follow you to every room you enter.

His body is translucent in appearance, though more evidently so during the daytime. But the right side of his body always appears to be more visible — and solid — than the left, holding a stronger shape and form.

His physique is of a regular 18-year-old boy, though he does seem to be slightly malnourished, appearing much shorter and stringier than Ryuji is.

Height || Unspecified

Aesthetic || Has a very much circus clown vibe. Although he doesn’t own any real clothes, his figure being for the most part transparent and hard-to-place, Kageko prefers outfits similar to what a jester would wear. He likes to be bright, vibrant. Noticeable. It is through many of Ryuji’s hallucinations of him that he can be found in these very clothes, typically donning red, black, white, or yellow. Along, of course, with a wide variety of masks.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ ORIGINS ｡𖦹° ☠️

Kageko was born to the seventh region of Seras, otherwise known as the home to the Seventh Sector. Eposa, a land akin to the Mediterranean, was once beautifully rich. Long rolling hills, thriving plant life, and a sparkling, deep green ocean bordering it, white waves lapping near the beaches. It was also known for its impressive architecture, stunning marble buildings that just completed the vision of ethereal glory that the region once was. But with the rise of Noroi, the region has been reduced to a crumbling whisper of the society it once was. Barren and cold, the grassy hills have become more blackened rock than grass, the sea dark and murky, completely unforgiving to all its inhabitants. It’s become a place of poverty and death — not riches and wealth.

Kageko’s family was small, unimportant in the grand scheme of things. His mother was an orphan, who didn’t have much to her name. She worked all kinds of odd jobs, doing anything to provide for her children, even if it meant losing parts of herself in the process. She’d do it all, as long as it meant they had food on the table at the end of every night. They moved around a lot during Kageko’s early life, finally settling on a small cabin at the edge of the woods, where they kept their own self-sustaining garden and strayed away from the people of the town next over. It was just them against the universe.

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Kageko’s life was never the place of perfection he makes it up to be, his childhood being quite unstable and tumultuous. With only smaller, distinct memories of his father, most of his childhood was spent with his single mother and his siblings. She kept them mostly isolated, constantly hopping from town to town, doing what she needed to get by. That time of his life was a blur, his only strong memories being that of his time with his twin brother — his best friend — who he was immensely grateful for as his lifelong companion. Being on the run was more fun with him by his side.

It was around the time he and Ryuji turned five-years-old that their mother finally decided it was safe enough for them to settle down. They found a cabin that bordered on the edge of one of the abandoned woodlands in the far south of Eposa. With a small town to their right, it seemed like the perfect place to grow up. Homeschooled by their mother during the day, with their eldest sister to take care of them during the nights, their life finally had some sort of semblance of balance to it. Kageko felt truly happy. This was all he ever wanted. Staying up late at night to whisper and giggle with Ryuji, imagining dreams of where they’d go when they were older — it felt perfect.

It was on a darkened winter night of his sixth year that Kageko and Ryuji lay awake, waiting for their mother to return home late. And it was this very night that another creature entirely lurked outside the walls of their cabin, ready to tear away all his dreams of a new future……

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 / 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 / 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 / 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 / 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜…

“Abbey” by Mitski

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ RELATIONSHIPS ｡𖦹° ☠️

Father unknown

Naô Fukenaga, mother

Hinata Fukenaga, eldest daughter

Kageko Fukenaga, himself

Ryuji Fukenaga, eldest son

Kenzo Fukenaga, middle son

Saku Fukenaga, youngest daughter

Junpei Fukenaga, youngest son

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Being the second-eldest to five children, Kageko comes from quite the large family, despite everything. Being so young when he lost them, his memories of them are short, simple. He remembers the time of his life with them as carefree and vibrant. He didn’t have any expectations, allowed to explore and do as he pleased. He and his siblings were all incredibly close, each day spent playing with each other. But out of them all, he was closest with his twin brother, who couldn’t be more alike him. They seemed to be linked to a single mind, always attached at the hip. There was nowhere Kageko would go where his brother couldn’t be close next to him, reaching out to hold his hand.

Since the Noroi attack, the size of his family has dramatically decreased. He no longer has the giggles of children to surround him anymore, the silence of the void enough to slowly drive him mad. With the whispers of ghosts ticking the back of his neck at all times, his memories of his family slowly slipping away with each passing day, the only choice he has is to slowly try to seek out the voices of his deceased family members. Sometimes he’s sure he can hear Saku’s giggle, or Junpei’s cute babbles.

The only person he has left inside his company is Ryuji. The boy couldn’t be more unlike him, quiet and reserved with no interest in seeking out revenge against the very Noroi who ruined their lives, fusing them into one. Where Kageko is all harsh lines and jagged edges, Ryuji is soft and gentle. Where Ryuji is soft-spoken and polite, Kageko is loud-mouthed and unrestrained. Kageko couldn’t despise him more. Any soft feelings he had towards his brother in his past life have been quickly replaced in death by hatred and anger. Ryuji is the root of his problems, the very one to make him into this. He can’t stand to be stuck with him like a constant, can’t stand to be the one with drive and ambition, all his hopes and dreams dulled behind the veil of the afterlife.

Ryuji is the one that was supposed to die, not him.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ THE SEVENTH SECTOR ｡𖦹° ☠️

Curse || Divide

Kageko is not an Immortai in the stereotypical sense. The transformation from human to husk to Immortai is one that is mostly misunderstood by the public, the exact reason it occurs completely unknown — nothing more than whispered theories into the night. When a Noroi and human come into contact typically, it results in death. Noroi exist off of the souls of humans, making it nearly impossible to resist or fight back. But by some sort of miracle, a select few manage to survive this encounter, their soul fragmenting instead of being consumed altogether.

Kageko doesn’t exactly understand the logistics of his curse. He is stuck in between life and death, connected only by his singular living relative, Ryuji Fukenaga. He is a ghost, for all intents and purposes. His body — what would’ve been his vessel — was too far gone by the time the two brothers received help. This has left him suspended in time, stuck to watch on as his brother lives out the life that he wishes so desperately to have.

He is quite the mystery to all that hear about him. The idea of an Immortai without a body to complete their mission was completely unthought of, before he came around. The current leader of the Seventh Sector, Ophelia Dyal, has spent too many hours to count trying to make sense of him, and his connection to Ryuji. As it stands, they have not been able to come up with a proper reason on why the twins are in a constant battle against the singular body in which Ryuji resides.

Without a vessel, he has no hope in becoming a Noroi hunter or defeating the Noroi that forced his very person out of his body. He is left to simply observe, with no true autonomy of his own, as he prays for his brother to do the thing that he physically cannot.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

🩸⋆˚ ࿔ EXTRA TIDBITS ｡𖦹° ☠️

Although most would assume Kageko to be the younger than the two due to his childish personality and immature antics, Kageko was actually born before Ryuji was.

His favourite food was Taiyaki, back when he was younger. He hasn’t been able to taste any sort of food since he died, so only thoughts of his favourite meals are there to keep him content.

He does not sleep, eat, or do much of anything. He doesn’t even really have memories of what those sensations felt like.

He likes to watch things — people, training, secret meetings. But especially theatre. It’s his favourite downtime, on the rare occasions he manages to convince Ryuji to go.

Kageko was not his birth name. He started referring to himself as it after he died.

He frequently strikes up one-sided conversations with the people around him (not like they can actually see or acknowledge him when he does). This makes it increasingly hard for Ryuji to study.

He dislikes Aster, but also wishes to be his friend.

He frequently pushes Ryuji to study and train and learn more on the roots of Immortai, and any cases in history similar to theirs. He wants Ryuji to become the best out of the best and free the both of them from this soul tie that they’ve developed. Yet Ryuji’s studying bores him to bits, as he has no one to talk to. Ryuji ends up very frustrated when he tries to study and Kageko won’t stop complaining.

When he isn’t with Ryuji, he exists in a dark, gloomy liminal space, which exists between life and death itself.

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[eyezthecampcounselor]

INTRO! Last updated: May 13 '25

All dividers, graphics, and blinkies are not mine, credits go to the makers

Previous username: eyezdrawz 🙌 (rip)

👁️Hi I'm Eyez! Or Mr. Fregoli or just Fregoli or graham. you can even call me Margo if you wanna get formal with me.

🏳️‍⚧️Prns are he/him

I am a minor.

Don't repost my art without credit. I will block you.

⚠️DNI: ballads of a bluejay supporters (fuck off), Homophobes, Transphobes, pedos, proshippers, racists, bigots, fascists, people who make AI "art", and other idiots

I believe in peace and freedom for every country (ESPECIALLY FOR THOSE IN NEED RIGHT NOW!🍉)

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I'm working on a new meet the artist so that will me coming!!

Woohoo here is are some of my links!

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📻🎙️Podcasts: camp here and there (finished, main thing I post about), The Magnus archives (finished), malevolent (mostly finished), welcome to nightvale (started)

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(some of the singers and members in some of these bands, not all, are controversial/problematic and I do not support anything that they did (mostly referring to Joe Hawley from tally hall and Terrence from american murder song))

I also write my own songs and I am working on a band. No progress whatsoever on the band part tho😞

📺🎬Tv shows: Hannibal NBC (fav), Midnight Mass, Interview with the vampire (fav)

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✝️I really really like my ocs Mikeal, Santiago, Andias, Bernadette, and Aldyth (the church OCS) I post about them a lot.

📼I'm in the middle of a huge project with these characters, I can't decide between a podcast or a novel series but I'm currently working on the books. I have zero podcast experience so I'm kinda just experimenting with that.

✍️Other than working on those I am also a poet (I have written many many poems) and I also write non-fiction (mostly memoirs) and short story's of many genres.

I have OCD, Depression, GAD, SAD, Autism, and C-PTSD/PTSD (all are diagnosed/confirmed by professional) (I'm also getting help so YAY)

I have PCOS and anemia as well as chronic fatigue.

🍎Huge will graham fictionkin (I don't have a blog for it). I kin will so much it's scary. Juno chnt fictionkin. Deerkin and wolfkin (not therian I just feel very connected to those animals, think of it in a more spiritual way) I have more otherkins but those two are the most prominent and known. I am also a ockin. (@three-eyez-freak)and more

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Secretly a freak (not so secret tbh)

I really like gothic lit like dracula, Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, carmilla, and more.

I like vampires a lot. A lot lot. A whole lot. So expect that. Yeah.

Alright that's it, bye🥩

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[yourstrulyrani]

introduction

hello to my one follower (you know who you are ;) LMAO).. this is just a quick little intro and what my account will be for!

what's your name? i'm rani! (pronounced raw-nee) it's not my government name (which i will not be disclosing for privacy) but rani is a loving nickname i do have :)

where are you from? i'm american, ethnically pakistani from punjab.

how old are you? i'm 18!

what's your personality type? infj-t (i have the rarest personality type which is insane to me)

what are your hobbies? watching formula one (forza ferrari!), listening to music, reading, writing, and cooking! i also love anything motorcycles and cars.

what is your favorite animal? cats but i'm allergic 💀

what is your favorite food? chicken alfredo.

what month were you born in? january

what is your sign? an aquarius

okay now about this account... i made it out of impulse because of my love for writing and my best friend asking me to make an account on tumblr. i have an unhealthy obsession with older men and simon ghost riley from cod so i will be writing a lot of blurbs about fictional men and just random stuff HAHA. i will always be sure to tag my writing for any content warnings like mature content or potential trigger warnings.

requests are OPEN. it’s up to me though if i want to write something if it is requested, so please don’t take it personally if i simply decide to not write a request you wrote in!

note: all of my works will be x female!reader.

i know this was a lot to read so thank you so much for reading all of this. if yall have any more questions or requests (cough cough my one follower) please feel free to ask!

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[f3mf4tal]

Introduction Post

My name is Vivica, but you may also call me Alyssa. I am a woman, she/her is preferred. I will not reveal my age but I am a minor.

I've always been interested in true crime, however i've never been into the community until now.

My favorites : Samantha Rupnow, Alyssa Bustamante, Nevada-tan, Andrew Blaze, Yuka Takaoka, Colt Gray

Interests : Writing, journaling, art, music, TC girls.

I have no set DNI, I will block whoever makes me uncomfortable. I do not waste time on discourse and arguing with strangers, so do not come at me for my interests and expect an answer.

[garvalhaminho]

matthew developing more romantic feelings towards lucie had so much comedic potential. love triangle between a blond and a corpse and she still would've chosen the corpse

[palesweetsdeer]

Introduction

so, since this blog is getting a lil’ bit of attention, I thought I’d do a little introduction for everyone

They/them

current hyperfixations are the Band Ghost & Stray Kids

reqs are open, but please only request drawings from fandoms I’m in (e.g, Ghost, SKZ or other shit I post about)

My shit is under #my art , #Woolftalk , #ghoul bio and #Stories from the Clergy

also find me under: woolf_questxx (TikTok); Azass___11 (Ao3)

About my Ghost content:

as for shipping requests: every pairing goes as I’m a firm “Poly Ghouls™” believer (except Papa/Papa, for obvious reasons)

I only draw the characters, not the people who embody them. I use my own Headcanons and designs for ghouls and papas and will continue doing so. So yes, I will still be drawing Swiss/taking requests for him, since I’m not associating the character with the human. I do not support what Jutty did, whether he’s guilty or not

I do take suggestive reqs (to some extend) but no full NSFW (because of Tumblr's policies). Anything wholesome, cute and funky is always welcome, of course

Reqs are always open for drawing ideas, opinions, headcanons or general questions

if anyone has ideas for ficlets, of any rating, you can request those as well, my Ao3 is Azass___11

I’ve decided to cross post my ficlets on here as well, but the NSFW stuff will remain on Ao3 only. Find the fics under #Stories from the Clergy

most of the Ghost content of mine will be silly fuckass doodles because they’re a silly fuckass band. Every once in a while I’mma drop a full piece I can cry about (e.g my Terzomega poster) and then go back to whimsying the fuck out

Yeah, that’s a bit about me and my currently biggest hyperfixation. I hope we can get along and have fun over here

[puff0o0]

Masterlist

Firstly:

Donation links for Palestine

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ﾟ。 About Me

♡ No mdni blogs! You can follow and reblog my posts if youre comfortable but please do not dm 🩷

♡ As for anyone else feel free to!

♡ I like drawing, writing, collecting stuff and listening to music!

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Rules for drawing:

☆ I write and draw silly little animal crossing villager! König. No romantic stuff only platonic please!!

☆ Please be patient!

☆ I most likely won't do any other characters unless it's Krueger or Gaz just because I love them 🩷🌟

Rules for requests:

♡ I don't write smut! Fluff only, this is a safe space for asexuals, minors, or anyone else who just wants to see something happy and pure 🩷

♡ I won't write anything about religion or very controversial topics!

♡ SA comfort is allowed but I will not go into detail about the act

HCs

Call of Duty:

König

☆ Animal crossing with König

☆ Pink Reader

☆ Self aware: Free stuff

☆ You defend him

☆ Him, Nikto, and krueger

☆ König with a gyaru partner

☆ Self aware: Watching a Ghost edit next to him

☆ Jealousy

Ghost

☆ Self Aware: Mw3 comfort

☆ Tender Moments

☆ Rough then sweet

☆ Ghost with a gyaru partner

☆ You're up too late

☆ You don't like crying in front of others

☆ Self harm aftermath

Roach

☆ Insecurities he has

Krueger

☆ basic relationship hc

☆ Him, Nikto, and König

☆ You bite your lip when anxious

Nikto

☆ Him, Krueger, and könig

☆ dating hc

Gaz

☆ trends

☆ Comfort

☆ Protective Gaz

☆ You don't like crying in front of others

☆ You bite your lips when anxious

Soap

☆ Self aware

☆ You don't like crying in front of others

Price

☆ You don't like crying in front of others

Obey Me:

Mammon

☆ Self aware

☆ Self aware: he sees you crying

Slasher:

Jason Voorhees

☆ Comforting him about his mom

Pyramid Head

☆ He missed you

☆ Comforting you

Red Dead Redemption

My tags:

ᘏ ⑅ ᘏ ഒ - my works

Scrapbook ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ - Reblogs

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ - asks

Jason ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Voorhees - Jason Voorhees

Have a great day !! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

(Thank you @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the deer divider!!)

[killthekhan]

pride month is almost over but i had to make this stupid joke