#casper answers

[moeboyslasher]

hawk tuah!!!😂😂🙌

I'm going to get you

[luminescenthunter]

Holy shit you’re actually right about the killer vines in episode 1 cuz like they were moving as well and why would they move and grab specifically Blake/Weiss’ weapons if they weren’t connected to the tree that wanted to reach out to them. And it’d actually make the Penny-Little theory more plausible since Ruby found Little quite close to where the killer vines were.

Yeah!! Like, maybe in the case of an Afteran being dead, it's necessary for some reason for the vines to be used? Or maybe that's an every situation thing and Herb's is an exception?

There's a lot we still don't know about how ascension works in a mechanical sense aside from what we were told (ie: you are called to the tree and reborn).

The vines seems to go somewhere someone who has passed gets taken, if this theory is correct and we can trust that Herb did ascened? Like maybe they go there to plug the hole and keep anyone else from falling in until ithe hole can be fixed???

*I don't know*- but it just really stands out to me that we saw them when Ruby and Little were taken together while the same vines were also in Ep 1?

And Little, is a very new Afteran since she wasn't given a name yet. Penny died just before everyone fell and her body would have fallen as well. So like... it is SO POSSIBLE that those vines were there from the tree ascending Penny and the one weapon just happened to fall there afterwards and get stuck in them.

My mind is zooming!

[guppygiggles]

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[berriblossom]

Hi can I make a request of Casper from a date with death with a short s/o that’s chubby and a baker and is a otaku and is a tomboy but still likes some cute things tho

I just wanna see some domestic things for Casper

-> This is so much cuteness! Thank you for the ask!

-> What he loves most | Casper x gn!reader! -> Second POV, just fluff!

There were a lot of things Casper had to get used to when he had his newfound freedom from being a reaper of souls. Many of which he happily shared with you.

Whether it was going through old manga that you had stored on your shelves that he read in his free time, or watching old animation films you bought for him to entertain himself with. Some nights if he felt up to it, he'd ask to wear a face mask while watching a new show of yours. He may not understand the concept of "fighting for your honor back " but he'd watch if it makes you happy. Another thing Casper loves while doing this is laying his head on your thighs or tummy. Slowly as you watch the film you'll notice him lean closer and closer to you as the show goes on. Soon enough he's lying on your thighs commenting about the protagonist being too bright or obnoxiously loud. (if you mention anything about being the same way to him, he will deny it and say you get an exception because his sunshine is supposed to be bright and vibrant.) He will also remind you if the show you are watching or catching up on has new episodes, just to remind you and make you smile at the end of a work day.

If you like playing games of any sort, he is down but is competitive and kind of a grandpa.(remember the emoji convo) so be patient with him. He is trying. I see Casper as the type of gamer to play the Sims and never leave the computer, just designing his future with you, your pet, Azrael, and a garden for you. (with a large kitchen and space for baking, with a personal room for you and your novelties and books). Don't let him play a horror game. He either makes fun of it for the overdramatic deaths or he'll challenge it. Either way, the fear factor won't work on him like that(in my opinion) but try and delete the 4 bedroom and 3 bath home on the Sims he made for you, there you will get tears and screams.

Another thing Casper likes is your job. Even though he has mentioned that reapers don't need to eat, sleep, or breathe somehow he is always jumping at the occasion whenever you text him about bringing home any baked goods or pastries from the shop home to him and Azrael. (yes, him too because it is an excuse for you to bring more to share) It doesn't matter what you pick, he'll eat it with an adorable face of joy. He sometimes will come down to the bakery and help if you need it.

While making fun of you for being "below the average mortal height" that he has seen over the years. You can flirt as much as you want to but, Casper will always use his height to his advantage. If you're in the shop and need something from a high shelf or above the fridge? Ask him politely to inflate his ego a little bit and then he will help you. While placing his tease a bit. Looking for something specific but can't seem to find it. He placed it on top of the fridge in "sky jail" because you teased him earlier about liking cream in his mouth. Now you'll never finish the dessert you were making unless you go to find the step stool. (which he has also put in a higher place to piss you off more.)

Cuddling sessions after a tiring day of work are as ethereal as Casper is. Had a hard day at work? Get in the blanket with him, he might be as frigid as a frozen tundra but his cuddles and affectionate squeezes and words of encouragement are just as warm. A customer made you a little upset? Oh, trash needed to go out on Thursday anyway (that's a joke, unless...).

The best learning experience for Casper is when he tries to bake or cook with you, he doesn't know the proper measurements for anything, it's random bullshit and go for him. But he will listen to your instructions. While he is intently measuring the sugar, water, and yeast mixture with full concentration, if you go up to him and give him a kiss or hug him from behind he'll shoo you away and mumble about how he was so kind to be helping you at work. FOR FREE. But after a few minutes, he'll ask for your assistance on a task and will cling to you like glue. Will he get flour in his hair? You'll never know, but he will snipe samples and test batches of anything you'll make. Your coworker's batches? Not so much. Even if it is hot garbage in your opinion he will still eat it up as if he was starved.

All in all, Casper can be a little shit or sweetheart for you. Just bring some extra snacks for him and Azrael for the next few days while he is on that Sims 4 dream home.

[mpsansy]

Could we have an art piece of all the mcfadden’s holding Casper when he was a baby?

The first thing that crossed my mind with this ask was their instinctive reaction when holding Casper.

[rei-inari]

Can't wait to find out if he whimpers 🥰❤

[cannotandwillnotrest]

Attack for @georgiarose because who doesn’t love a 90s vibe character??

[freemanslimbo]

GORDON????

[itsmewahoo]

yknow

my booksmart/tta mc, Casper just being silly

[dear-science]

If ATP tennis players could time travel, when and where would they go? 🦕🦖

Also this comment sent me..

[luminescenthunter]

HEY no idea if you did it on purpose BUT deleting captions from post is NOT great and i would rather you just not reblog my art at that point

Oh! I'll go back and edit it. It was supposed to still have the original caption but not the reblog after the original post, which was someone just tagging someone else.

I have never deleted a caption from an original post (at least not intentionally, since I seem to have by accident here wihout realizing) and never will. Thanks for reaching out!

[the-scooby-gang]

us ...but not quite is amazing! Seriously favorite scooby fanfic with an overarching plot.

The world needs more Chaotic Fred & Daphne in the fics.

Now enough gushing ,onto the question : Is Ghoul School canonical in the Rogers Family Verse?

Oh you can bet it is.

And so is Casper’s scare school but that is another story

[a-flappy-bat]

Brb currently losing it over Matt’s interview

[xocasper]

I wanna read Ray toro hurting me (sexually) and enjoying it (sexually) cuz of his enormous cock (sexually)

this ask is so funny so i'm posting the excerpt under it. here is ray toro x fem reader sadomasochism/size kink/literally fucks you dumb AND numb but he's really nice about it/dacryphilia/straight up porn by yours truly. enjoy xoxo

his cock is buried inside of you, stretching you open more than his fingers ever could. it’s a snug fit but you take him so well, biting your lip to distract yourself from the burn. it hurts in the best way possible, and your shallow breathing fills the silence as he pushes deeper.

“take all of it for me,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

you feel like he's going to split you open, letting out a soft sob and squeezing your eyes shut, trying to prevent them from watering. he notices, caressing your cheek and shushing you softly. he knows you can take it. he’s never bottomed out, knowing how sensitive you are, but you swore that you could handle it. you want to behave for him, letting him stuff you full of his cock like a good girl should. he wouldn’t push you if didn’t want this, and he's watching you carefully to make sure he still has your consent.

“look at you, my pretty girl,” he coos, watching his cock disappear inside of you, nearly every inch enveloped in warmth. “you’re doing so well.”

another cry spills out, muffled as you clasp your hand over your mouth, clenching hard around him. he moans and your thighs threaten to close, but his hands swiftly move to pry them open. he’s so close, giving a sudden push and sinking in completely. tears well in your eyes and you quickly blink them away, but he’s already seen them. it’s totally sadistic, but it turns him on��more to see you like that. you’re crying over his cock, quiet sobs escaping you because he's too big for his sweet girl. but you’re so obedient, suffering through the unbearable stretch and digging your nails into his biceps, taking a shaky breath before telling him to continue.

“please,” you beg, voice teetering on the edge of breakage. “please move.”

you sound vastly uncertain, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. “are you sure?”

his voice is so gentle, and he’s caressing your thighs as if he’ll shatter you. his delicacy has your heart pounding, and you answer with as much confidence as you can. “yes, please.” 

god, you’re so fucking good to him. slowly, he pulls his hips back, listening to you gasp as your muscles contract again. just as soon though, he’s pushing back in, and the burn and hot tears return. yet, everything’s alright—you’re into the pain as much as he is, moaning at the stretch and soaking his cock.

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs, lazily rolling his hips against yours. “gonna let me come inside you, baby? fill this pretty pussy up?”

you nod, whining as he nestles himself inside of you. in almost every way, you’re his, fueling his lust even further. it’s insatiable, and ray’s barely holding himself back as his hips rock against yours. he loses focus for a moment and tunes into his desires, giving a particularly harsh thrust, only for his eyes to shoot open and down to you. his first thought is to coddle you and apologize, but your lips are parted and you’re squeezing the life out of his arms. you’re enjoying it, and he can’t help but pause to admire you, briefly falling out of rhythm.

you’re at war with yourself. it hurts, but he's holding you close and gazing down at you like you hung the fucking moon. the pain makes your head spin, twisting into a sick sort of pleasure, and you're moaning at the warmth it brings. he's filling the air with the same sounds, and it makes everything remarkably easier. it's all in your head, and with a bit of effort, you can focus on ray. how he's feeling, how perfect he thinks you are for letting him use you. it's arousing, and you grip his arms a little tighter at his imaginary praise.

it’s not long before you're numb to the pain, your head too cloudy to feel anything, really. ray's pulling you a little closer as his pace picks up, his touch as loving as ever. your eyes flutter open to see his staring back, swimming with a foreign hunger. he’s always so gentle—he takes care of you, always meeting your needs and making sure that you’re okay. but now? you don’t really want to be okay. you want to see him basking in euphoria and moaning as he comes inside you, blissed-out after using you to fulfill his own fantasies.

“more,” is all you can manage, the word coming out as a whimper.

it’s a simple request, but it still surprises him. ray would never deny you anything, although he still glances down to make sure you’re certain. “really?” he breathes, panting as he shines with sweat.

he sounds hopeful, so you nod, moaning as he thrusts a bit harder. “mhm, god, please,” you beg, the words running together until you can barely understand yourself.

his name is on your tongue and it’s spoken like a prayer, desperate and pleading for him to ruin you. there's a building pressure, and everything starts to feel tense. he’s growing rougher, head falling forward as he moans without restraint, gripping your thighs and pounding into you until it hurts. even as the tears begin to fall, you can’t tell him to stop. you can’t take this from him, so you slur obscenities and cling to him like your life depends on it. and it’s worth it, because he looks so pretty behind the mess of curls, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. you’re the one who did this to him, wrecking him the same way he’s wrecking you.

it all starts to fade, becoming too much, too quick, and the pressure lifts. you’re oblivious to tears that roll down your cheeks and how you’re so much louder than he is. you’re just staring up at him with wide, watery eyes that beg him to come. warmth ripples through you but you hardly notice, too delirious and drunk on his touch to revel in it. no, you’re focused on him.

“look at you,” he muses again, so in awe at the sight before him.

it’s like he can’t believe that this is real. you’re a dream, his fairytale girl. you're so perfect and kind, giving everything you have to him, even if it hurts. he’s more aware of your orgasm than you are, feeling you tighten around him in repetition until his body’s doing the same. he’s panting and his hips are stuttering, thighs tensing up and he thrusts one final time. his word is good, and you watch as he comes inside you, focus melting into bliss as his breathing evens out. you’re still gazing up at him and he’s half convinced that he broke you. he carefully pulls out and memorizes the scene—your lax figure and stained cheeks, all proof of your perfection.

it’s quiet, save for his murmured praise. he kisses your temple, soft and easy, cradling you like a china doll. it’s like you’ve forgotten how to move, still so numb, but you take a rattled breath and form a few words.

“did i do good?”

he’s surprised that you have to ask, but he wastes no time reassuring you. “you did wonderful.”

you sniffle and roll onto your side, ignoring the stickiness that coats your thighs. everything else seems trivial—all you need is ray, his warmth and comfort, making sure you’re alright before he leaves to clean up. and he does, letting you nuzzle into his chest and play with his hair. his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, resting his head on top of yours until you’re drowsy and okay. that’s all that matters to him.

your eyes fall shut, and there’s a light dip in the mattress when he gets up, leaving a cold emptiness in his wake. it’s not long until he returns though, placing water on the nightstand and wiping the mess away. you don’t register much more than that, just his embrace and a hint of pride as the same thought orbits your head.

you did good.

[nick-cassidy]

daniil they’re praying for ur downfall

[mpsansy]

Death Of The McFaddens.