#spirit submissions

[gothghostiie]

I have an idea for a fluffy ghost one? no established romantic relationship or anything, they’re just on the same team. reader is on her period with cramps, & the area she sleeps in normally is stressing her out (maybe loud, uncomfortable, etc.?) and she goes to ghost and asks if she can use his bed to rest and he obliges. there’s an awkward moment as to why she needs to before he realizes😭 she asks him to come lay with her eventually too. he’s super gruff and repressed and trying to maintain his normal detached/strictly professional personality about everything while interacting with her, but inside he’s so flustered and can’t believe he’s doing this for her🥺

men caring for girls on their periods will always have my heart

[yourplayersaidwhat]

"It's no fun playing a secretive character when no one confronts you when the secrets get out"

Our cleric's player upset no one even reacted to the fact said cleric didn't know their deity and can't read one of the languages they speak.

[lowpolyanimals]

Komodo Dragon from Spirit Animals

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

April, very drowsily indeed: Oh poor Casey.

Donnie, gently and sweetly: To hell with Casey.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Roxy: remembering tht time i got drunk and told a guy he lookd like a wrought iron gate

Roxy: he didnt respond to my observation. just sorta stood there

Roxy: … much leik something else i kno of

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Cassidy: Axe Evasion: I throw axes at you, and you try to dodge them. The game ends when either you run out of luck or I run out of axes.

Springtrap: How many axes do you have?

Cassidy: You're about to find out.

[interact-if]

Lift Your Spirits is a horror game where you are a desperate college student rushing to meet the deadline of your last assignment before semester break. With no choice but to stay late, you find yourself alone at campus in the dead of night. You never believed the rumors spread around the student body. Ghost stories were simply stories, right? ...Right?

Features:

Original artwork and backgrounds.

1 Character.

4 Endings (2 Bad, 2 Good).

Playtime: 20± minutes.

Content Warnings:

Flashing lights, screen shaking, spooky atmosphere.

Sudden noises.

Mentions of death.

Eyes.

[shiftythrifting]

Two trucker hats that amused me. You'd be surprised how many old timey businesses do love to use innuendo like that.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Where the Bluebird Sings (Smitty wrote the bathtub scene)

Elvis coughed, the cold water around him - or maybe it was him, shivering, chattering with his teeth - that was the cold one. Something... something, dunno. He blew out a breath, his limp, matted hair flopping back from his brow. Elvis was in the bath, and he was going to do this. 

Without Laney. 

A sneeze, and, well, after that the tears came easy, snot dripping down to the half-grown stubble on his face he'd have to shave in the godforsaken morning just to look somewhat presentable for the next day of court. 

In this moment, alone, sweating out his own fuckin' bad decisions, the lights making his eyes go all sideways... he can't even be mad at Laney baby. Who'd want to love his sorry, drugged-up, washup ass? If she wasn't...

"Wasn't 'ttached t'... t' a goddamn mess, maybe she'd l-l-like the colour... goddamn orange." 

"Yeah, and maybe she'd like you to clean yourself up, instead." 

Elvis whipped his head round and blinked hard as he gagged with the movement. Sweat dripped down his face and stung his fool eyes but he could recognise Charlie's mug even half blind and half mad. 

"Maybe I jus' needta sink into this here bathtub an' end it all, Charlie, ever think 'bout that? Huh? Huh?" And there's the anger, the coiling snake of sin that wraps around his heart ever since he made one too many singin' movies. Ever since - since -

"God DAMN IT! Elvis thrashed in the bathtub, gripping his hair, yanking, "Cain't even say her name, Charlie! Can't, I c-c-can't!" 

Charlie'd moved closer, and Elvis felt a hand wrap around his. Warm. Elvis gripped it back too tight. "Elaine?" 

"N-n-no, fu-ck," Elvis's voice broke. "My baby, Charlie, my baby - can't say her god-given name, can't visit her grave, can't do nothin' 'bout this fuckin' divorce! Can't sing, can't get it up, can't numb it out - it all's too much." 

"Elvis - " Charlie's features swam into focus through the tears and the shakes. " - it's helpin', ain't it? Sayin' that out loud?"

"Fuck, Charlie. It hurts so... so goddamn bad. And I..." Elvis's breath hitched, lashes clumped and face pale except for the red high on his cheeks, the blue bruised around sunken eyes. It'd take a whole lotta makeup to pretend in the morning. It was taking something out of him now to stop pretending. 

"I miss my wife, Charlie."

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Hey hey heyyy I heard you could submit things! Cheers, folks!

[gothghostiie]

Don't ask me why, BUT. I was thinking about that one ask where Wesker is in DBD with his baby, and he's having a wonderful time murdering people with his little wonder in a sling on his chest, and of course they are enjoying their daddy being silly as he guts Chris like a fish for the 5th time that day. HIS child, through and through.

At some point, he puts him down to sleep, he retires himself, returning to the crib. The baby is GONE.

Immediately, he accuses one of the Killers of the crime (no shade to Chucky, but the image of Wesker punting him in a blind rage tickes me), and before he can ransack everyone's quarters, Huntress tells him that she heard an infant crying in the woods during her last Trial.

The survivours have the baby, who is wailing at the top of their lungs for their daddy. For food. For warmth, as everyone is either too afraid of or too disgusted by the red-eyed hellspawn to touch and soothe it. They're debating on whether or not to give it to The Entity as a sacrifice to let them go.

A large hunting knife hits the tree to garner their attention.

He is covered in blood as organs, limbs, bone, and flesh are all that remains of the survivors are spread around the clearing and against the trees - some even hanging from them.

Wesker drops to his knees, shakily removing his gloves before picking up his baby, rubbing their cheek with his thumb, saying in a wavering tone:

"Shhh, shhh, they're gone, they're all gone... Daddy's here... Daddy is here, and nothing could ever tear us apart..."

god DAMN

[yourplayersaidwhat]

“I’m going to seduce your dad, sleep with your dad, marry your dad, divorce your dad, and then claim custody of you in the divorce.”

-The sorcerer explaining to the wizard exactly how she was going to win ‘I fucked your mom’ jokes for all time

[ayearoferewhon]

In the Spirit of Deep Creek: I had another magical experience at Black’s Beach last week, arriving right at dawn and walking the coast alone with the sound of nothing but the crashing waves for nearly an hour.

[onesonghastogo]

spirit phone by lemon demon

- Reaganomics

- Man-Made Object

- Spiral of Ants

[lemondemonpickuplines]

if you would be the no eyed girl to my soft fuzzy man we could make like two trucks in an abandoned arcade

this has the same vibe of that image that's like "we could make like two trucks when you call me on your touch-tone telephone and cabinet man something something *awkwardly wipes hands on lemond emon tshirt" or whatever

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Jake: They didn’t have to hurt cabinet man like that :( They didn’t need to take his quarters.. we’re already in a time of inflation & crisis

Jane, who was just awoken by Jake: Jake. Sweetheart. It’s 4 in the morning. GO TO SLEEP.

Jake: But the cabinet dwelling fellow mustve been nice! mr ciceriega said so!

Jane: GO TO SLEEP.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

William, looking at Cassidy: If I could somehow find a way to harness that rage for myself, I could take over the world.