#ghosts in love

[zachbradleyphotography]

It's just me and the ghost of you

Eureka, Nevada

[beatricenius]

Some stuff I drew during spookier months of the year~

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[metalichotchoco]

They may be long dead but their hearts still beat with love 🖤

These two are going to live a very nice afterlife together

[decomposing-braincells]

[witchhatgnat]

i'm currently putting together a new d&d character who's wife has died and come back as a ghost, giving the pc cool spectral powers. but it has got me listening to a lot of music that talks about relationship through the lens of ghosts and it's a super interesting dynamic. cause once you get past the music that is about like, "ghosting" a person you're seeing and instead about committed relationships where one person is compared to a ghost it gets FRAUGHT.

so many of the stories being told are about wanting to be there for someone, like really wishing you could reach out and help and hold them, but you can't cause you're incorporeal. or, they're about having a partner who can't do the same for you. which feels like a really solemn way of discussing relationships in which one or more parties are dealing with illness or intimacy problems of some sort.

sometimes they're about someone who meets your needs in a lot of ways, but you don't get to actually see them. they are a consistent and important part of your life, but they are not within your vision ever. they are only spiritually and emotionally present, never physically. which feels like an amazing meditation on long distance relationships.

and then there are the songs about the extremes of undead love. where the couple is either impossibly close, like living inside one another via possession. or they are forever distant, changed by the fact that one of them is no longer on the physical plane. and it's so interesting that both of these ends of the spectrum love to use haunting as their metaphor of choice. i don't know what that says about the nature of love and commitment and the lack of commitment but it feels profound.

[spike-xvx]

I made a tiny painting of ghosts in love with their little ghost hearts.

[ophanim-vesper]

obsessed with how the entire movie is just this

[titsay]

i like hanging out with u

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Quick little drawing of our favourite queer Spideys 😌

Guys you can use this as a banner or a background or a header or whatever, as long as it’s credited you’re free to do so <333

[bi-writes]

mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

[zachbradleyphotography]

I will change back to myself

Nevada

[crowleys-right-eyeball]

i lied abt only posting abt this situation once, i just saw this lovely person’s comment!! passing it on to tumblr 🫡

edit: SOMEONEE changed the password and ruined it for everybody :/ pls try this version instead!!

edit 2: WATCHER POSTED AN UPDATE

[metalichotchoco]

I’ve been wanting a chance to take time and really iron these boys out

These three goobers are from my concept of a webcomic called haunted hospitality. Kyle Oleander (the one in the middle) moves into his grandma’s house to save on rent while going to college, unfortunately for him two ghosts also happen to be “living” in said house. It’s story mostly about domestic day to day life with horror elements, dealing with mental health and living a more fulfilling life.

Gabriel is on right, he’s a greaser from the 50s who is the main “opposition” to Kyle besides Kyle himself. He’s loud, outgoing, social and a young punk at heart. He’s his foil in every sense of the word. He’s a class phantasm ghost, limited to a painting.

Dylan is on the left, he’s from the early 60’s and has a more supportive role but is more inherently dangerous to Kyle. He’s cheerful, very hungry and air-headed. Both ghosts kiss btw lol. Dylan is more than happy to be a follower in Gabe’s plans, it’s more fun than doing nothing after all. He’s a class geist ghost, much much more real much more dangerous too. You can’t fool your body you can only fool your mind.

[tacticalprincess]

simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

[vriendenboekjes]

cut it out with till death do us part. i will find you in this life and reality and the next one and the next one and the next one

[i-llbehere]

Little spirit guys