#👻 ghost

[wanderingtheark]

commissioned this from @bunbunpa because it's funny, two text versions because I know his meds are canonically anticonvulsants but antipsychotics is funny in this context too

[that-glitter-chick]

👻💕

[sweethoneyrose83]

Imagine: You find yourself sitting across from Sam Winchester in a cozy diner, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a warm ambiance. As you chat over coffee, his earnest gaze captivates you, drawing you into his world of supernatural mysteries and adventures. With each word he speaks, you feel a sense of connection and camaraderie, as if you've known him for years. And as the conversation continues, you can't help but wonder what other secrets and wonders lie hidden in the depths of his enigmatic eyes.

[spectral-kitkat]

I finally got to give my friends their xmas gifts 😂

So here are the “ghost hugs” I made

(I don’t sew. They were the first things I’ve ever made like this. I think they turned out alright if a bit novice/tatty - but tatty adds character 😂)

[falcons-florens]

...........rain poncho.

"...Fine."

Kizashi pulls it on before pulling the boat onto the shore and helping the two birds onto its shoulders. Ghost on the left and carefully avoiding the vine, Jet on the right.

[s1nful3ncounters]

If you don't watch scary intimidating youtube shorts late at night till you scare yourself what are you even doing with your life

[xkuraitenshiart]

[transparentzombiebeliever]

Payday 💦🥰👑😊🪐🐴🙏💡🤑💰👻📽️😔😒😍😆😴😘💕🎉🥳☺️🍫😃🙂👋🥺😭🌍❤️😂😌🐝🤠👍

[wanderingtheark]

the keychains are here!!!

for those of you who have awaited their arrival, they are now here! you can find where I'll be selling them at this link here:

Tags: @fluorrite @operatorsickness @lavender-butterscotch @iamtiredofyourhorror @snakeenthusiast

[halloween-sweets]

[justaphantomhuman]

(Non-Angsty) Ghost King Danny

I have other ideas which are far angstier for a ghost king!Danny but I haven’t drawn any of them… yet

[mynqzo]

boogie woogie 💜🧡

[diamondgirlzxoxo]

👻 • Amirah Dyme

[falcons-florens]

Is it really safe to boat during a storm?

"I will be fine. There's an island halfway if I have to stop. Or I can use Hydro if needed."

Ghost chirps in confirmation, Jet and her under a seat to be sheltered from the rain...

[thebandghostofficial]

[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

We wish to inform you Ghost haunts the cover of #MetalHammer's new issue. Purchase yours while they're still available... 🎃

[peachesofteal]

Peachy I am so in love with the dead disco Omegaverse AU! It absolutely plays on my heartstrings!

Can we have a continuation of the story so far? What happens when Darling finally comes off of her heat—I’m ready for the tough conversation!!!

-💀👻

18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / mature themes

takes place after this

Your head is stuffed with cotton. It’s full of nonsense, heavy and confused, like you’re drifting between a dream and reality, only one thing painfully clear.

Your heat is fading away, you’re nestled between two very warm bodies. It’s a hazy kind of warmth, the type that hangs heavy in the air, and your face presses further into the searing temperature of skin, seeking, smelling. You’re drinking in the scent of your alphas, blinking to try to clear your eyesight in the dark. The smell of them, woodsmoke and balsam, sinks through your consciousness until you’re shifting restlessly, detangling your limbs from the web of bodies, pushing and pulling against their grip.

You come to reality very quickly, and fear floods your nervous system.

No. No, no, no- you… you didn’t, they… they can’t have been here. They shouldn’t have been here-

“Omega.” Johnny murmurs against the back of your head, hand holding your hip steady, stroking circles into your skin to soothe you, keeping you in place. “Ye with us?”

You whimper. You can’t help it. It comes second nature, slipping out before you can stop it. Your muscles seize, like they’re preparing to spur you into action, and the room spins.

“No.” Simon murmurs. “Settle, darling.” He starts up a deep hum from his chest, harmonics vibrating through his bones to yours, genetics and hormones reacting to the pull of his designation, your body going boneless between them. “That’s it, good girl.”

Something is wrong. Beneath their efforts at producing a calming, soothing scent and atmosphere, there’s a tinge of anxiety. Of worry. Of distress.

You swallow.

“What’s going on?” You whisper, clenching your eyes shut.

You don’t want to face this. You don’t want to hear it… the truth. What they’ll say to you. About you.

Whispers of your past shudder across your mind, memories that you’ve worked so hard to keep away, locked up in a little box somewhere in the back of your consciousness.

You’re dirty. Your heats are dirty. You’re disgusting, like all omegas. Useless. Nothing. Just a thing to be bred, to be used. You have no value.

“I need ye to take a deep breath for me.” Johnny coaches, hand nestling against your breastbone from behind. When you do, it’s a struggle, jagged and rough. His lips find the shell of your ear, breathe fanning over your cheek. “Another one, darling. Try again-“ your ribs expand, and he kisses you sweetly. “Good. That’s it, just like that.”

“Are you hungry?” Simon asks, and you nod automatically. You’re starving, and they’ve most likely been listening to your stomach rumble for hours. He gives you a gentle smile. “I’m going to start some breakfast, and Johnny’ll get you in a shower in a minute.” You nod again. You feel like jelly, sore all over, and you imagine you probably haven’t been out of this bed in days.

The door opens, orange dusk filtering in from the living room as Johnny gives you another kiss along your jaw and sits up, pulling you close.

“Alright darling. Let’s get in the shower.”

Simon made way too much breakfast.

All your favorites, which is a good sign, you guess. And Johnny is glued to you, holding you in his lap on the couch while you eat, moving your plate and your coffee cup to and from the table to your hands.

Maybe this means they won’t throw you out.

“So.” You try to smile but it feels forced and wrong. “Am I in trouble?”

“No.” Johnny vows.

“No, of course not.” Simon agrees, pulling the plate from your fingers with a gentle tug. “But there’s a lot we need to talk about.” Your nose tingles with the threat of tears, and you fist your fingers together.

The silence is loud for a long moment. Uncomfortable, until Simon breaks it.

“I’m not going to ask why you didn’t tell us, because we know.”

The tears start immediately. You’re breaking under the weight of your shame, your fear, your past. It’s too heavy, and it hurts, ice in your chest like you’re dying.

“You know?”

“I called your doctor.” What? He what? Anger, and panic wells up in the back of your throat.

“You had no right-“

“You left the flat in the middle of your heat, in a near feral state. We found you on the street with another Alpha trying to lay a claim to you. I’m sorry for invading your privacy, but I’m not sorry for protecting you. We needed to know what was going on.” You tamp down the urge to jump to your feet and run out the front door. Johnny keeps his arms firm around your body, and you press against him anxiously.

You can’t do this. They’ll want to talk about it. They’ll want to know everything. They’ll know you’re dirty.

“Darling, hey. Look at me.” It’s Simon again, trying to catch your eye. “Everything is alright. There is nothing, nothing that you could ever do, or ever tell us, that would make us love you any less.” He’s so soft with his words, trying to coax you, but your head swings back and forth in denial.

“That’s not true.” You have to get out of here. Something is banging at the brink of your mind… something wild and raw, something trying to claw its way in. It’s violent… and feral. “I have to go.”

“What?” Johnny tugs you in tighter, but you thrash against the feeling, hysteria bubbling up in your stomach.

“Easy.” Simon wraps a hand around the back of your neck, squeezing just a bit. “Why is that not true?” When you don’t answer, he sighs. “Omega.” It’s a pull, the command of an Alpha, and you grit your teeth.

“I… I was always taught that heats are wrong, that Omegas are useless. That I’m-“

“No.” Johnny stops you. “There’s nothing wrong with ye.”

“You don’t understand.” You protest, and they both watch you mournfully.

Johnny presses his lips to your hair, and Simon pulls your hand into his.

“So tell us.”