#a ghost

[dao-the-starlight]

OLNF AU where everything’s the same except the MC (and Opal by extension) are secretly supernatural monsters and there’s the added drama/comedy in each step of the MC desperately trying to hide their true identity through shenanigans

Kinda inspired by the song “My Crush Was a Monster Boy!!”

[its-alittleobsessed]

Wheres that post about John haunting the story. Haunting the boys. Him as a metaphorical and very physical ghost that clings on to the narrative like a noose. He is choking Dean into a muffled-hidden-puppet and Sam into an evil-good-for-nothing-monster. And he is never there. He is there for 12 episodes. He is always there.

He’s in the leather jacket and when that’s gone, he’s in Dean’s skin and his bones and in his head. Your father lasted a century and you barely made it past three decades. He was a great father. He did the best he could. He love us. That’s his car and his music and his clothes. Do you even have an original thought? Sometimes Dean’s drinking cheap liquor and he hates it. And he loves it. And it tastes like home.

Dad’s in Sam’s rage. He is spitting and yelling and it’s all Dad thats coming out of him. You were his son. His favorite son. The protected son. And still. Dad dies and Sam thinks—he thinks—good. But then Jess dies and Eileen dies and Mom dies and everyone else too, and maybe He did his best. Maybe Dad was on to something. And he’s not there but if Sam looks through the rearview mirror at just the right angle, he might be.

[stealthatsweater]

his best quality - his wiggles

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

Cards.

Comic for @cupidstarz (Melody is NOT my oc, but theirs.)

And so:

I tried my best. Some words might be blocked out while it's all just shitty pictures due to my crappy camera (very sorry). This comic wasn't scripted well so my apologies. I really just wanted to make a story with these characters and yeah. I spent fucking two weeks on this so PLEASE read it when you get the chance.

[houserosaire]

Prompt #21: Shade

When Silvaineaux saw the ghost he was relieved. 

The passing shades of the fallen were something he had seen as long as he could remember, and while sometimes he felt something like grief for them they had never given him any cause to fear. As he and the men settled themselves into their pleasant but rather makeshift camp around the hearth of that fine large room it was living, breathing enemies that concerned him. The men had found nothing in their sweep any more  than he and Riviere had found anything when they followed the hall upstairs to its end.

There had been no sign of recent habitation, no fresh ashes, no marks in the thin layer of dust that they had not left themselves. Yet when he thought of that brief flash of movement upstairs and the way the house had felt when he stepped into it he was uneasy. 

There was a large pot from the kitchen on the hearth of what had once been a guest parlor, and it was beginning to smell of stew. The men clustered into the warmth they had made in that one room, laughing in spirits uplifted by the sturdy shelter that protected them from the rage of the blizzard outside. Silvaineaux listened silently to their cheer from the large chair in the corner, still weighing the matter in his mind. Perhaps because he had not been distracted by the laughter of the rest, the small movement at the edge of his vision drew his attention immediately. He looked up over the heads of the others toward the doorway. The day’s light had gone and beyond their one room with its glowing hearth and plentiful scavenged candles the house was dark as pitch. In that darkened doorway a Lady stood looking in at them.

She looked much the way she had in the painting, her pallid skin almost luminously pale, her blue grey eyes large and soft. The red of her hair looked nearly as bright as blood against the pallor of her skin, or it would have, if the front of her  gown had not been stained from neck to hem with spilled blood. She looked at the room full of soldiers, her still  face and doe like eyes oddly melancholy. 

Silvaineaux let out a small sigh of relief. A ghost would do no harm. Could do no harm as far as he knew. Perhaps she had heard that small sound for her head suddenly jerked up, her gaze meeting his across the room. Her eyes widened just a little as they looked at each other and then she smiled.

When next he blinked she had vanished.

Janvier tapped his pauldron and Silvaineaux tore his eyes from the doorway to focus on him.

“Riviere said you have a wound that we should see to?”

He shook himself a little and glanced down at his arm, noticing only then that he had bled through the cloth they’d tied around it and his hand had left a bloody stain on the upholstery. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” He hastily assured the medic.

In the small fuss of chiding and stitches that followed he entirely forgot the ghost.

[the-winter-brothel]

@prim3dsins sent ; 「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘」 — to send the receiver a nude in a steamy mirror, blocking a clear visual of the body Roulette choice. Get spicy on both ends. Let's get wild-

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Queen Boo did have a functioning phone despite being a spirit (she had a social life after all), but it was rare anyone actually had it. So this little text out of the blue was interesting. And conveniently she was getting very bored.

An image is sent back, one of Boo sticking out her large tongue and showing off her sharp teeth, contrasted by her intentionally perking her beasts up. Nearly having them spill out of her dress altogether.

Txt; You're playing dangerously~

[onlygenxhere]

I'm not sure whose muse was visiting me today, maybe it was more than one. Over 2K on the new fic in one day is epic for me. Still miles to go before I'm gonna share but I'm so excited about it!

[oldladyinthewall]

ok for real tho, what did they edit out of the recent BOTW? I think Mike was doing something silly, but why would they edit it out?

[justacase]

[festive-spiderbot]

[acididk]

Peice of art I made a bit ago

It was originally supposed to be a character for some animation that my friend was making but like

I don't wanna be associated with them/any projects that they make but ig we're acquainted lol

Not actually they are such a shitty person

And yet they act like we're still friends when I want nothing to do with them

And that apparently gives them an excuse for them to act like an asshole to me and I like hate it

[kera-maelle]

TOTK SPOILERS!!

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Nintendo preferred to turn Zelda into a giant W Y R M instead of making her playable

[fox-bright]

*ghost sound*

Ah! A visitor! You're welcome to rest in my calamansi for a while.

[makegorenotlove]

They really like to tell ghost stories to Waylon’s haunt, all day long!

[balloonsandguacamole]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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