#ghost bell

[nyaagolor]

I like to think that the WAA is super haunted because the ghost lawyers got bored and want smth to do

[belltari]

In this house we enjoy wide ghost with massive arms and even larger titties

(second set of doodles was drawn before I read ghost's comic and knew his sleeve went to his shoulder)

[emacrow]

First, It was Barb was doing night checks on wayne manor cameras surveillance pt 2

Previous post pt 1

She was in a bit of awe when she saw the newest very rare exotic flower Alfred got bloom under the light of the full moon, revealing beautiful crystallized like petals blossom, only for her widening eyes to take noticed of a tiny little pixie like child to pop his little head out of the center of the flower.

His hair was unnatural white fluff like a dandelion in her opinion, eyes glowing an otherworldly green, freckles that sparkle like the stars themselves, ears a bit long and pointy, wearing a odd clothing with a needles strapped to his back, that she could barely catch in camera, the static buzzing sound from her cameras was making it a bit difficult to hear what sound the tiny little fairy boy made as he floated above zooming around the garden a bit like he was excited.

It made barb's inner child squeals, screaming, flipping her tiny princess table at the possibly of Nederland being possible.

Curious little bug, floating around like the fairies in Disney like except of the Glow pixie dust like she seen on the movies, he left a trail of blueish green light that faded away rather quickly with the way he was flying into the slightly opened kitchen's window...

Wait a goddamm minutes..

Barb immediately switch cameras to the kitchen, looking around, only to see it went through the hallway already, switching cameras again, checking the living room, the hallways, only to catch a glimpse of trail glow zooming around.

Crap crap. OK, no need to panic Barb. What do curious pixie like fairies out in the human world.. bring the season right?!, play with children like that Bell fairy did? Finds and take lost things and secretly repair lost things?..! Fairies are weak without pixie dust, they don't live long without it, each fairies has a different part of the seasons, and if you don't believe in them then they immediately die and that cause imbalance in the world without their influence unless you truly believe in fairies to bring back one fairy.(she went through a whole fairy obsession phase as a kid, she still mourns the lost of the create your fairy open world game)

The fairy must've Found a new type of pixie dust to fly without wings if she could recall that one sequel with the new pixie dusts colors thing..?

It was like a game of Where Waldo except where the little mythical fairy boy that couldn't possibly- no no barb don't think about the taboo words, if you think about it and this poor mythical being dies due to your words then the guilt will haunt you Forever.

3 hours in the catch the glimpse of the fairy boy, flying back at to his little flower holding a tiny cube of sugar, a shiny tiny object that she can't get a clear of, and a plump blueberry the size of his little hesr as he lands in the petals that were closing around him. Crystallized back close as if to guard this little fairy being with its own life.

Right when the full moon glimpse was gone out of the sight of the garden from the sky when the smog cloud from the city covering once more.. Barb is writing that down in her notes..

[eliduck]

heheheheh stag

[radiance1]

To say Danny was worried about Vlad's continued disappearance was... sort of an understatement? At first, he was glad about it. He could finally kick back and relax when one of his more insistent and cunning foes were gone to who knows where and left him alone.

When it continued, Danny very obviously thought that hey, Vlad might be cooking up some supremely intricate plan that'll ruin Danny's day so, of course, Danny started to look for him.

He didn't expect to find Vlad when he was (surprisingly) captured by the GIW. All of his pride scrubbed away, all the elegance he insisted upon exchanged for something more.. beastly, collared and reduced to some raging experiment that was more animal than human.

It scared Danny.

Like a lot.

Danny thinks that Vlad was many things. A fruitloop, annoying, overconfident, intelligent and cunning when he wants to be, also an idiot and, again, extremely annoying.

But not. Well. That.

So he, understandably, didn't like it one bit. Especially when they tried doing the same thing to him. So, Danny tries to escape, which was surprisingly harder than he had first thought because you know that collar they put on Vlad?

Yea, they put it on him too, and it makes his powers all wonky and harder to use. The only thing that wasn't really impacted was his regeneration.

And then there was the dehumanization.

Oh, by the Ancients.

The dehumanization.

Being referred to as it, thing, animal, anything besides human really takes a toll on a person when they're actually going through it. Sometimes Danny caught himself calling himself an 'it' too and he's not happy about it.

Danny wanted out.

And he wanted out bad.

So while he may have felt guilty, that guilt didn't exactly stop him from using Vlad to his own ends to get himself out of there. Even with that power wonker of a collar, Vlad was still an outright menace without the rest of those chains on him and Danny?

Danny was extremely, very glad about that fact.

So there Danny goes, escaping into a portal with Vlad at his back because, well, he wasn't just going to leave him there. When they actually escape is fair game though. And then the last thing the GIW do to fuck them over is hit them both with some experimental tech that forces them to reveal their 'true form' which, obviously Danny didn't expect to actually work.

Then he found himself significantly younger with a younger but no less traumatized and feral Vlad in a place that wasn't Amity Park and oooooh boy this did not go to plan and everything is fucked up.

The worst thing about all of this?

The both of them are still collared. So wonky and/or weakened powers, in a place Danny has no knowledge about, with a feral Vlad that he couldn't leave alone anymore because Danny was a toddler and he'd use every advantage he could get now, both of them wounded because it wasn't a clean escape and oh hey apparently heroes exist here-

Wait.

What.

[shinzoo69]

[waterfowl69]

a little cod dump because i havent drawn in a bit :(

can you guys tell im obsessed with roach and bell…..

[fallowtail]

"You know who likes to be on top? This guy!" Sure, Trev.

[copprtone]

blinkie dump

some internet goodness to start your day. you can find all the blinkies ive ever made here. heavenly + belle and sebastian blinkies are just startoffs for my friend @edienotsedgwick over at twee.net, if you have an interest in the twee pop music subculture of the 1980s-2000s, would recommend checking out the work they do over there! very lovely little site. lots of love from me :)

[sillylittlecapcutuser]

That’s how Adler really survived. He said “nah you know what I’m not dying here” and just teleported away when the gun went off.

[wandering-trader-joes]

Ok I love love LOVE the idea that Laudna realized her feelings for Imogen after the gayest conversation in existence™ because Imogen started using her circlet to block out thoughts literally the next morning. So (assuming Laudna didn’t realize this explicitly while they were talking) Imogen wouldn’t have had a reason to think that things had changed and meanwhile Laudna was rethinking EVERYTHING. That’s like romcom-level bad (or maybe good?) timing.

And then they got split up right around that time too so she couldn’t have seen Laudna’s behavior change even if she wasn’t relying on their mental connection. It makes complete sense that she asked to kiss her with the full expectation that she would be rejected.

(also I’m pretty sure I’ve read a fanfic that had Laudna experience this exact moment of realization so congrats to that person for getting a good grade in gay subtext interpretation)

EDIT: it was @overnighttosunflowers (cairophoenix on AO3) with The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually.

[weirdlookindog]

Le Spectre de Paganini

Folies-Bergère, 1880

[miasmaghoul]

Cumdrop Falling asleep on each other (in Dew's room maybe?) please and thank you!! Let the pretty ghouls rest -🔔

"You smell nice."

It's said softly, slurred with a thick tongue while Dew noses at her tousled curls. Cumulus giggles as she raises the end of their joint to her glossy lips. The room sits smoky and warm, nearly sunset on a balmy summer evening, and there's no place she'd rather be than right here, right now.

Dew's bed is one of her favorites. Too big for his slight body alone but perfect for two, covered in the softest sheets she's ever felt and always smelling faintly of amber and woodsmoke. She's nestled against the headboard, ensconced in pillows with Dewdrop right by her side. Molded to it, actually, his head on her shoulder and a leg hooked over one of her own. His tail thumps against the mattress when she scratches his back, handing over the smoldering roach for him to snuff between two fingers.

"Y'think?" She gives her head a slow shake, curls bouncing and the world swimming in a delightful way. She's very stoned. "Cir got some fancy new shampoo and I couldn't resist." She raises a conspiratorial finger, pressing it to pursed lips. "Don't tell."

Dew holds up his pinky, giving it a wiggle, and Cumulus grins like a fool when she hooks her little finger with his.

"Cross my heart," he mumbles into her shoulder, pressing a kiss to soft skin.

"Hope to die?"

"With you here? Never."

Cumulus hums when he nuzzles her neck, and she tips her head to knock their horns together. Dew sneaks an arm around her with a pleased hum, giving a squeeze. She feels more than hears his yawn, his shoulders rising and falling and a warm exhale fanning over her throat.

"Aww, is someone sleepy?"

It would be more effective as a taunt if her own yawn didn't warp half the words, but Dew's just as baked as she is and doesn't even bother denying it.

"Don't tell," he parrots, lifting his head just enough to give her cheek a rather wet kiss. Cumulus laughs, squirming in his arms until she's on her side, shushing the ghoul when he grumbles about being dislodged.

"Just gettin' comfy," she lilts stroking his spine with soothing fingers. "'M not goin' anywhere, promise."

"Better not," he grumbles. "I wanna be comfy too."

Cumulus doesn't have to ask what he means. She lets Dew get a hand on her chest and push her onto her back, and her tongue pokes between her fangs when he sneaks a handful of her tit. Dew wriggles his way between her plush thighs, tail wrapping around her calf as he settles right on top of her wonderfully soft body. Spindly arms wrap around her waist, a warm cheek settles between her breasts, and Dew's rusty purr kicks up immediately. She hooks the leg not wrapped in his tail over Dew's lower back, pinning him down the way the ghoul likes best. Cumulus may be one of the few he's taller than, but that doesn't mean she can't make him feel small.

"That better, sugar?"

He nods into her chest, sighing when Cumulus sinks her fingers into his hair to rub at his nape. She's the first to yawn this time, Dew's warmth soaking into her skin and making her feel that much higher. He's not far behind, and Cumulus can already picture the patch of drool he'll leave on her tank top. She won't mind.

"S'like layin' on a cloud," he mumbles, and as he drifts off Cumulus can only smile. She won't be far behind.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Meeting the Beast

18+ ONLY Blog!!! Minors & Ageless Blogs, Do NOT Interact!!

CW/TW: Brief Mention of Period-Typical Homophobia

I've got this Beauty & the Beast AU with Ghost stuck in my head, but it has a slight twist. And it's gay. So here is the first part.

NOTE: Your father's job and your job in town is set to be specific jobs, because it will come into play in later parts, and you're going to be shorter than Ghost (simply because he's a "monster" and thus the tallest, you can still imagine yourself as being taller than the townspeople). However, everything else about the Reader will be ambiguous, so you can easily put yourself in the Reader's shoes.

You grew up with stories of a beast living in a castle, deep in the first that surrounds your town.

These stories painted the beast in a gory, cruel manner. The adults around you, minus your father, told you all about how they've had to sacrifice one town member each year to sate the beast's hunger. Because if they didn't, then the beast would ravage the town and lay waste to the land.

It was clear, however, that the people chose town members they thought odd or freaks. Every year, you'd watch one of the town outcasts be carted off to the woods to be tied up and left to be ravished by the beast. And their friends and families, who had long since disowned them, just let it happen.

You and your father were two of the so-called outcasts.

Your father was considered an outcast, despite him being a doctor, because he tried hard to get the town's kids to read and do things that the others thought were foolish. They thought their looks and their wealth were all a person ever needed and they frowned upon their kids sticking to just reading and not doing as many physical activities as they could.

You were considered an outcast because despite being well into your adulthood, you still didn't seem to date or marry any of the women in town. This made them all think there was something wrong with you, that you were unnatural.

So when the seasons passed by and it was time for the annual sacrifice, you had gone to bed that night, worried. Your father tried calming your worries, telling you that neither you nor him would be taken because Mr and Mrs. Saxon's daughter was being far too unruly for their tastes.

And you believed him, drifting off to sleep now that your fears were eased.

You woke up in the early morning, quietly getting out of the house to go to your job because you thought your father was still sleeping. The town around you was slowly, very slowly, waking up as you walked to the blacksmith's shop.

You had been the blacksmith's apprentice ever since you were a teen and you were nearing the end of your apprenticeship, so close to taking over the shop yourself. It gave you a sense of purpose, which you loved.

So the day went on, you deep in your own world as you helped reduce the blacksmith's load of work. It was mid-evening when you heard whispers of the evening sacrificial ritual.

You never knew why, but the townspeople liked to sacrifice the outcasts in the early evening. Perhaps it was so the sacrifice's screams didn't disturb people as they went to their houses to rest after the work day.

Finishing up with the extravagant necklace you had been ordered to make, you strained your ears to try and discern who had been sacrificed. You were far too curious for your own good, it seemed.

"The town's doctor was finally sacrificed," a woman nearby whispered to her friend, said friend gasping at the gossip. "The town's council finally had enough of him trying to corrupt our children."

It felt like cold water was doused over you, your skin paling at the news.

No, no, no. It couldn't be. Not your father.

Without much though, you abandoned the work you still had yet to do.

There was still time for you to go to the beast's castle and beg him to take you instead of your father. It wasn't too late.

You ignored the sounds of your mentor yelling at you to come back as you ran all the way to your house. As you neared, you saw that your trusty horse was still tied to the post near your house.

Yes, you could do this. You could make it in time.

You quickly untied your horse from the post, grabbing the nearby saddle and making sure it was secure. Once that was done, you mounted your horse and wasted no time in nudging them into a gallop.

As you rode to the edge of town and to the beginning of the forest, people cried out as they dove out of the way, you not sparing them a single glance. You had a mission, to save your father.

The journey to the castle was long, it becoming night quickly. You pressed forward nonetheless, still convinced you could save your father. The castle came into view and you rode past the gates, ignoring the way the thorny bushes nipped at you and your horse.

You dismounted as soon as you neared the large, formidable doors that were the entrance to the castle. You stood there, about to walk up to the doors.

But before you could, a large, monstrous figure dropped down from one of the castle's parapets. It landed right in front of you, allowing you to see it clearly under the dim lights of the castle.

The beast, the same beast you heard stories about.

The beast before you was hairy, brown fur encasing his imposing figure. He stood on two legs, but his feet and hands were paws that had claws constantly extended, his natural posture slightly bent and yet he was still so much taller than you. And covering the upper half of his beastly face was a wolf's skull, his brown eyes peering back at you.

The sight made you freeze.

The beast clearly thought you were a threat, his knees bent to lunge at you. He growled low in his throat, his mouth opening to bear his sharp canines.

"Leave!" he roared, preparing to chase you out, or worse maul you, if you didn't comply.

You opened your mouth to tell him that you were here for your father and to beg he release your father, when the doors to the castle opened.

Both you and the beast turned to look at who exited the castle, a sob of relief escaping your lips when you saw your father, alive and unharmed.

"Stop, please!" Your father begged, getting in between you and the beast. He didn't seem afraid of the beast, however, turning to face him. "Please, this is my son, the one I told you about. He just came to try and save me, I swear he won't harm you."

The beast took a good look at you, taking in the similar features you and your father shared. He stared for a while before speaking.

"Your son?" he mused, straightening as best as he could. "Mm, you said he too was an outcast, yes? He can come inside then."

"Huh?" you asked, confused as you saw the beast turn and walk into the castle, leaving you and your father to follow him. "What's going on?"

Your father turned to you, shushing you gently. "{Name}, the beast you've heard about your whole childhood, is not the same beast you see before you. He doesn't eat the sacrifices those wretched townspeople give him, he takes them in," he explained, his hand on your shoulder. "The beast is an outcast too, you see. He was born like this and the townspeople banished him to this abandoned castle so they didn't have to see him. They believed him to be a monster and a bloodthirsty one too, so they used his "bloodthirst" to get rid of other outcasts. This is a safe place, {Name}, he will not hurt us."

"Come," your father continued, shivering. "It is rather late and the castle is warmer. Come inside and see, every "sacrifice" is here and alive."

With those words, your father gently led you into the castle, the doors closing behind you. You glanced back to see who closed the heavy doors and saw two outcasts that had been scarified the two previous years before this year.

As you looked around, you could see all of the sacrifices that you had seen be carted off. They were all here, lounging around the lit castle like they owned the place.

The castle was warm in both the sense of heat and how lively it was. It wasn't dreary like it seemed on the outside, tons of people laughing and chattering about. Fireplaces were lit, several people huddled around them for warmth. There were bookshelves upon bookshelves filled to the brim with books.

It felt... homely.

Your father left you to walk around, your feet taking you to the stairs. You walked up the winding stairs, an east and west wing on either side. You headed towards the west wing, sensing this was where the beast's bedroom was, since it was dark and no one else was going down the hallway.

As you walked, you saw portraits hanging on the wall, but each person's face was clawed out, like the beast had done it years ago, back when he was first banished to the castle. The sight should've scared you, should've made you fear his temper, but all it did was make you feel sad.

The beast was indeed an outcast, just like you.

"I see you're exploring," the beast said as you walked into his large bedroom, the beast not inside the lit room but rather standing on the balcony. Now that he knew you weren't a threat, his gravelly voice was softer.

Hesitantly, you joined him on the balcony, straining your neck to look up at him. "I'm sorry if I wasn't supposed to explore here," you said, your voice soft as you took in the way he seemed peaceful out on the balcony. "I noticed others don't go down here."

The beast turned away from his gazing up at the stars, looking down at you. "It's alright, this wing isn't exactly off-limits. However, those who've been here long enough know I like my privacy." His brown eyes stared into your own. "Do you like it here? You can stay, you know. Every outcast has a place here."

You thought on his offer, thinking back to your time in your little town.

Your town wasn't as accepting of you as this place seemed to be, you saw men cuddling with men and women cuddling women here. But in the town, you were a freak for not wanting to marry a woman despite being a man yourself. You could be yourself here.

Besides, you liked knowing your father was safe.

"Thank you, I think I will stay here," you replied, appreciative of his offer. You glanced at the stars before looking at him again. "Though, I do have one condition."

"What's that?" The beast's voice was full of curiosity, his eyes never leaving your face.

"I'd like to know what to call you."

The beast chuckled, the laughter being deep and rumbling in his chest. He seemed so amused by the way you wanted to know what to call him. Like you just amused him in general.

"Ghost, you can call me Ghost."

Separator made by @une-femme-de-lettres

Oof, this was so long. Longer than I thought it would be. This is just the beginning, but I have plans for this AU.

I hope you enjoyed!

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[luminousstardust]

matthew mercer i will never forgive you for messing with my heart and making me think for the briefest second that robbie daymond and dorian storm were coming back.

[amaliatheartist]

I STAY AWAKE MOST EVERY NIGHT

WAITING FOR A GLIMPSE TO APPEAR