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love rockets
shot right in between your eyes
#ghost#skeleta#missillia amori#love rockets#the band ghost#papa v ghost#papa v#papa v perpetua#skeletour#skeletá#perpetua ghost#digital art#my art#artists on tumblr#may or may not tried to submit it for merch design#may or may not was rejected#may or may not need people to like it so i feel better about myself
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Cutwire more like CUTEWIRE!
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happy 10th birthday to sock opera.

#gravity falls#bipper#gf#gf fanart#sock opera#gravity falls fanart#bipper fanart#bill cipher#dipper pines#sock opera fanart#useless fact abt me: i submitted the last screenshot to relatable-pics-of-bipper in 2015#and since i've seen it breach containment as a reaction meme#that's my digital footprint. when you see this image in the wild my ghost is looking back achew
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some people go to college to make more money. i go to college to write more danny phantom fanfiction. we are not the same
#danny phantom#tayscreams#im a disgrace to the creative writing major i fear#its not even reskinned fanfiction of danny phantom its reskinned fanfiction of a snapping sound#WHICH IS ITSELF DANNY PHANTOM FANFICTION#I SUBMITTED FANFICTION OF A FANFICTION OF A CHILDRENS SHOW AND GOT IN#i deserve to be stoned to death i think#now my friends are telling me i should do my independent honors project over danny phantom fanfiction#which would require me to admit to a professor that yknow all those stories i’ve been writing about ghosts and death? yeah…haha…about that..#anyway. follow your dreams or something
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grandpa time........
#howlbark#dividedskiesrp#not confirmed yet but submitting him soon for approval....#mistclan#my second old mistclan person. my only non mistclan character is a ghost LOL#art#wc oc#warrior cats oc#wc#warrior cats
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response to this but it got so long and ig im in my throuple era rn
@xoxunhinged i listened to one (1) song on repeat while writing this on the phone
okay yeah wait or just
it's ghost x price first.
Big burly men taking up too much space in the little coffee shop you work at or something and they're there like clockwork too. Every wednesday and friday, 8 am, usually the first clients of the day and all they order is a regular cup of joe. Plain. You offer alternative sweeteners, powdered creamer, but no dice.
Plain black. Like the occasional smudge of eyeliner(?) around the bigger one's eyes.
They're cute, in their own way. John is a blend of rugged charm and seasoned wisdom. The other, Simon, is mysterious. Guarded. Speaks only to his companion.
The pet names start to get to your head. Of course, you reason that John's just not from around here. His calling you sweetheart from across the room to grab your attention must be English.
But logic cannot stop the heat from licking up your cheeks when he does. or when Simon calls you something different altogether eventually.
"Mornin', pet."
It's even more gut-twisting when you catch glimpses of the occasional PDA: A large hand curling around an even bigger jean-clad thigh. Faces so close they could kiss (Waterboarding couldn't get the fact that you've rubbed your thighs together at the thought of them actually kissing out of you) and the fact that Simon's usually sharp gaze softens around the edges, pale gold whispering against the puckered pink of a barely visible scar beneath his face mask.
A couple. They're a couple. It's bittersweet, that feeling settling in your chest. Like dark chocolate coating your tongue. Honeyed nectar of love, the bitter bite of it not being your own.
Maybe it's time to go out with your friends to the bar.
Things take a nasty turn when Simon, out of the both of them, had come in alone and propositioned you on crisp, saturday morning.
Oh, the acid in your stomach felt like it was corroding the walls of your esophagus as it rose. You don't remember much of what you said but it'd been loud, vitriolic. You'd been so furious. Hurt that they had something so sweet, something they could call their own, and here comes this big dumb oaf looking for a piece of warm meat to stick his cock into on the side.
Your manager sent you home for the day.
And home you were headed, well more like the bus stop, stomping away and across the street but the hand that wraps around your arm to keep you in place is John's. (You'd been actually fighting to get away and he hadn't even tightened his grip enough to hurt. embarrassing.)
He clears things up. Tells you to forgive Simon, he's not the most verbose or eloquent with the words he does choose to speak. "He's good at receivin' orders instead of givin' 'em. isn't tha' righ'?"
The "yes, sir" that comes out of Simon is immediate. Obedient. Submissive. (gagging, i actually slammed the desk with my fist rn) A man who knows his place because it is etched in stone. Your teeth grind like rusted gears to keep from turning into a pool of liquid in broad daylight.
"What he meant," he roughly clarifies, "is that we would like you to share our bed." your face burns hot enough to sting. "If you want," John continues, limpid blue eyes fixed on your own.
He looks rather handsome in his uncertainty.
They don't even let you go home to wash and clean up when you nod. (Or shave. Simon had very audibly scoffed at your complaint about that. Said something crass about eating lollipops off the carpet)
The dynamic had been exactly what you'd expected it to be in the bedroom. When authority spoke, Simon listened. Intently. Without hesitation. When John ordered Simon— who'd sat with his broad chest curling around your spine, cocooning you in warmth and the faint scent of smoke, mahogany, and leather— to hook his hands behind your knees and pull your legs up to your shoulders, he'd done so in an instant.
The subtle burn of your hamstrings stretching pulled a hiss from your kiss-swollen lips.
"Bit o' pain with pleasure never hurt anyone, eh, sweetheart?" The deepened rumble of John's voice vibrated in your chest and made your toes curl.
Simon's steady breaths are drowned out by your shuddering ones when John puts his mouth on you, the prickle of his facial hair tickling your sensitive, heated skin.
The burning stretch of your muscles is nothing compared to the sweet sting of two fingers sinking into your hot sex. Pleasure wells in the corner of your eyes when he curls and scissors them while his slick tongue swirls your clit languidly.
He sends you over the edge with practiced ease, shaky limbs, and unsteady mewls. The kiss he plants on your still pulsing cunt is tender, as are your now unrestrained legs.
And he slants his lips-- still dripping slick, dewy beads collecting on his beard-- over Simon's whose mask is now long gone, his erection coming to sit heavy on the fatty mound of your pussy. You can feel the heat of his cock even through his clothes.
A saliva strand connecting them two snaps as he pulls away, glancing down to look at you, sweaty and unkempt, glassy eyes shamelessly staring back.
"I'd let Simon get his turn but," hands weave up your shirt and inside your sports bra while John's grab your legs and wrap them around his thick waist, "gotta prep ya first."
(?)
That comes back to mind after your limbs feel like cold syrup, warmth dribbling from your puffy lips and falling onto the damp bedsheets beneath your arse cheeks.
The question answers itself when Simon slots himself between your aching legs, uncut cock fat and hefty.
(dis)Respectfully, you feel thoroughly used and even now, that doesn't look like it's going to go in easy.
"Easy, love," John's voice comes from above you, "He won't hurt ya. Isn't tha' righ', Simon?"
Simon, who's dark eyes hadn't moved from where John's spend still steadily flowed, cut to him instantly. "Yes, sir."
He hums, a low, raspy sound. "How 'bout you tell our bird tha'?"
A rough hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressed on your fluttering pulse. "I won't hurt ya." His grip tightens, and the swoosh of blood roaring in your ears is deafening.
Much.
The world around you fades, senses attuned only to what's currently wrenching your swollen walls apart, going in, in, and in, it feels never-ending, it's so much, too much, until--
Your stomach clenches, it feels like it's folding in on itself, and a sharp feeling radiates below your navel.
Lips kiss your sweaty temple. "That's all there is. Did so well, eh, sweetheart? Took 'im real good, like you were meant for it."
His cock drags along your over-sensitive, raw nerves in a way that has fire licking up your spine as he pulls back. "Easy, Simon. You'll get your fun from me," John assures.
Your cunt clenches unbidden at that, vise-like around Simon who quietly groans.
The first roll of his hips pushes the air from your lungs, the second blanks your jumbled mind, the third has your nails sinking into whoever's forearms are beside your head, and the fourth has you confusing John's glittering eyes with stars.
And then he places your feet flat on his chest, his weight folding you in half, pinning you in place. Nowhere to run.
Your teeth clack when he thrusts firmly, tip of his cock sitting firmly against the plug of your womb.
"Easy does it, love. Jus' be good 'n take it," John mutters into your ear.
As if you had any choice.
After, when you're completely spent, they tell you to lay back, head propped up by a mountain of pillows, but to keep your legs open, let them see that pretty pussy, they want to see their cum spill out of you.
You thought the fucking Simon gave you had been rough. What John gives him from behind is attempted murder. He grabs at Simon's hair like it's the scruff of a bellicose dog. Pins him in place with his words, growled, thunderous, then his grip. Simon doesn't bare his crooked teeth once.
When your tired hand slithers down to between your legs, tips of your fingers smearing cum around your swollen flesh, arousal surprisingly panging deep in your core, the sheer force of John's thrusts rocks the bed with enough force to crack the wall and Simon whines like a dog in heat.
#ghost submitting ONLY to price is my roman empire#toss in a very out of the loop reader who's just here to get dicked down but surprise you're the love of their pathetic lives now#there is no escape accept defeat#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#john price x reader x simon ghost riley#cod smut
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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.
What colour do you most strongly associate with ghosts? Red Orange Yellow Green Cyan Indigo Purple White Black Some other colour I don't associate ghosts with any colour
#polls#incognito polls#anonymous#tumblr polls#tumblr users#questions#miscellaneous polls#submitted jan 1#ghosts#color#color association
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number five: Ghost meeting Batman!
both masked men who fight for justice!
ps. Alfred pennyworth batmans butler is ex S.A.S!.

perhaps they have met before....
alfred clocks ghost in 2 seconds fs. this was such a fun request, thank you! <3
#simon ghost riley#cod#batman#bruce wayne#vozart#these are the last of the requests thanks so much everyone for submitting#i look forward to doing stuff like this in the future
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Ghost: The recipe says we need American garlic Raven: I only brought these from Nik’s place Ghost: So those are Russian garlic? Raven: Idk... Ghost: Well, what do we do now? Raven: Can we call Price? Ghost: No, we already did that trying to differentiate jam and purée Raven: ...right
Both of them stares at the bowl of garlic in silence
Ghost: If we sing the American national anthem to the garlic, do you think it’ll become American? Raven: Ghost: Raven: I don’t know how to sing their anthem Ghost: Neither do I Raven:
Ghost, slowly takes out his phone Raven: What are you doing? Ghost: Calling someone. Presses a contact. Raven: Who—wait, how do you have Alex’s number? Ghost: I don’t. Raven: Then who did you just call— Ghost: His emergency line
Alex, with gunfire and explosions in the background: A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW, BIG GUY! Ghost: Alex, sing the U.S. national anthem for us. Alex: WHAT?! You want me to SIN— line cuts off Ghost: Raven:
Raven: What the hell- what if he was in danger?! Ghost: But we need to eat. Raven: …how did they let you into the SAS? Ghost: Scrolls his phone and grimace. That left one American… Raven: Ghost: Raven: I’d rather starve.
#gummmyquotes#cackling on the ground#inspired by one video i saw on yt of that guy making struggle university meals submitted by his viewers#and the recipe called for some country's garlic and he said he only had american garlic while he tossed it into the blow with Eagle sfx#they both suck at cooking I make the rules here#WHEEZE#my oc#cod oc#[oc]Raven#GhostRaven#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x oc
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spencer x british!reader
as a brit i would love to see a fic of a reader with a british accent and spencer adores it and mimics her sometimes
Taking It In (Spencer Reid x British Fem!Reader)
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This is a bit of a team effort because I’m a bit more knowledgeable about British culture (in no means an expert, I just had a hyperfixation on the Beatles and Doctor Who in middle school/ high school lmao) but Mod Angel is usually the one who writes for fem!readers. Also, we’re both American so we hope this is what you wanted! Sorry for the little wait - Mod Ghost
We also just binged season 2 of Heartstopper and tried our best to pick up on some of the language because we thought this was a really cute idea and wanted to write it as best we could! - Mod Angel
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“Coffee? I thought that people from the UK drank tea?” Spencer piped up from behind as his girlfriend was pouring coffee into one of the paper cups she’d found around the canteen.
“It heavily depends on who you’re talking to, Spencer. I feel you should know just as well as I do that everyone’s different. You didn’t profile me as soon as we started dating?” Y/N joked, to which he looked puzzled.
“Wha–no, I usually try to keep my job separate from…personal relations.” He replied sheepishly, starting to mix up his own mug of coffee.
“That changed when we started dating, didn’t it, love?” She teased him, patting his shoulder.
It made him blush and stutter like mad, his hands waving around as he tried to scramble to find something to say. It was rare to see him speechless, but she couldn’t help but to smirk as she watched him struggle. It only lasted a few more seconds before she cut him off, reaching out and gently touching his hand.
“It’s alright, I was just being cheeky, that’s all. C’mon, let’s go back to workin’ on the case, okay?” She chuckled, leading him away from the counter with the hand that wasn’t holding her coffee resting at the small of his back as they walked.
“I knew that!” He squealed in his own defense, which made her giggle loudly.
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A few weeks later, the BAU were out to dinner, taking a small break while in the middle of a case. Though, it wasn’t much of a break, considering they were still talking about the profile.
Spencer pointed to a plate in the middle of the table. “Can I have a chip?”
A confused silence fell over the table as they all looked in his direction. Spencer stared back at them, an eyebrow raised in his own confusion.
“What?” Spencer asked finally, breaking the silence.
“What did you just say?” JJ responded with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I asked if you could pass me a chip” he answered, pointing to the plate again.
“Where do you see chips?” Hotch chimed in, concerned for his mental stability.
Still confused, Spencer pointed to the plate again.
“The fries?” Penelope clarified, gesturing to the same plate finally.
“Oh.” He nodded awkwardly. “Yeah, can you pass me a fry?”
“You’re really spending too much time with that girlfriend of yours, aren’t you?” Morgan teased, grinning and playfully nudging his shoulder.
He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in a faux-English accent as he finally got the ‘chip’ he wanted as the rest of the table laughed.
“Speaking of Y/N, where is she tonight?? I miss that girl.” Garcia complained from the other side of the table,
“Oh, she went out with one of her mates–” Spencer started before Prentiss cut him off from where she was sat next to him,
“Mates??” She asked incredulously, seconds away from giggling as he groaned and leaned back in his chair.
“FRIENDS! Her friends.” he grumbled, finishing his food and making a mental note to not only tell but blame his girlfriend, Y/N, for everything he’d been through tonight. Not before giving her a kiss, though. The fact that she wasn’t here just made him realize how much he missed her, and it made him wonder if there was a correlation between missing her and talking like her.
The girls dropped him off at home a few hours later, where the first thing he said when he saw Y/N was ‘this is your fault’.
“Do you…want to elaborate on that or…?”
“Later.” Was all he said before he was hugging her and burying his head in her shoulder.
She tugged him close, feeling him start breathing deeply against her shoulder as if he was falling asleep and tapped him to wake him up a bit so she could start leading him to their room. “Come along, darling, let’s get you into bed. You seem tired.”
“I know that they’re fries but you say chips…it’s cute…” he mumbled as he walked, only adding to the confusion but she chalked it up to him being tired from a long day and let it go for now as she tucked him in with a smile at how cute he was.
#spencer reid#fanfiction#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#ghosty#mod angel#mod ghost#spencer reid fluff#british#british speaking Y/N#request#thank you for submitting !!
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mark x (gn or fem) reader …….with the devoted and eternally loyal dynamic of Odysseus and Penelope
the people of tumblr yearn for homophrosyne fics
OMG???? ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹
whoever you are—you just walked into my inbox, left a myth-soaked gem on my floor, and vanished like a tragic Greek chorus. I’m spiraling. (In a poetic, painfully loyal way.)
This is everything.
Devotion? Eternal longing? The kind of love that doesn’t snap even after wars, gods, decades, and divine meddling???
You’re speaking my language.
First of all—yes. Mark as Odysseus? Makes too much sense. Stubborn, clever, haunted, burdened with power and purpose. And Reader as Penelope? The emotional constant. The tether. The one who never stopped waiting—but also never waited passively.
Homophrosyne.
That soul-deep harmony. That “we suffer separately but survive together” love. Tumblr people have taste ong.
BUT!
One question lingers in the wind like a stray olive leaf—Do we keep this in mythic Greece… or bring it to the present day?
Is Reader weaving love letters instead of tapestries in a lonely city apartment?
Is Mark fighting gods or superpowered war criminals?
Do we want armor and laurel crowns—or hoodies and haunted voicemails?
Let me ask the people.
Also thank you!𖤓
For knowing the word homophrosyne. For caring about emotional loyalty. For making me want to break out my epic the musical tragedy playlist. I owe you.
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#alive._.ghost#invincible x reader#invincible x you#mark grayson#invincible#invincible fanfic#invincible show#invincible series#invincible comic#my fic#anon ask#requests open#request accepted#homophrosyne#greek mythology#ancient greece#greek myth au#odysseus x penelope#submit your sins#loyalty trope#longing#x reader#mark grayson x reader#invincible x fem! reader#fanfic incoming#fic request#epic the musical#mark grayson fanfic#odysseus!mark#penelope!reader
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One Piece + Tumblr text posts, 4/?
#one piece#onepieceedit#ghost princess perona#shakky#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#kiku#vinsmoke reiju#nico robin#gol d. roger#white hunter smoker#black cage hina#kalifa#jabra#kaku#rob lucci#blueno#my stuff#not sure about this one but eh whatever#thanks to patron-saints for submitting a sanji post :)
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Ghost Rider skin for the Deathslinger because I'm allowed to dream damn it!
#dbd#dead by daylight#the deathslinger#dbd deathslinger#dbd fanart#ghost rider#skin concept#i wasnt able to submit anything on the competition due to geographical reasons but#but i can still make this bull#i know its impossible but BHVR please ill give you my money#my whole wallet
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#Mimikyu#pokemon#ghost type#gen 7#pokemon gen 7#alola#alola region#alola pokemon#join poll#no tags submitted#image submitted
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— TYPES OF GHOSTS ( ft. my literature textbooks discussions of types of ghosts in narratives.)
#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#he xuan#qi rong#bai wuxiang#black water submerging boats#Night-Touring Green Lantern#White No-Face#i have the books / articles names if anyones interested#it didn't mean literal ghosts although it DOES apply here#but its fun the different kinds of ghosts there are#and it fit so well#this was actually a project i submitted lmao#there was an essay along with it but shh no one needs that#my edit
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fainting goat hybrid!ghost whose father and brother loved to scare him and make him faint; exploiting a weakness he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to stop. they took sadistic pleasure in watching his body lock up and fall to the ground with no hope of catching himself until he ended up with more bruises and scrapes from falling than from being beaten
that helplessness chafed at him and he forced himself through the drawbacks of his biology to secure a place in the military, even with the prejudice against prey animals. just for him to take a mission in mexico and find himself enduring the “hospitality” of roba who thinks his involuntary paralysis is a great deal of fun; especially when he learns he’s conscious the whole time
what haunts ghost most is his waking autopsy
not the pain of the incisions, not the trauma of watching roba reach into his body and play with his insides, but the knowledge that he couldn't get away because his own body betrayed him. he wasn't put under, no drugs coursed through his system. he didn’t have restraints fitted on him to lock him to the operating table. it wasn’t necessary
roba just had to make him faint first
after digging himself out of his grave, ghost puts himself on a dangerous cocktail of muscle relaxers and other medications; hormones that block hybrid instincts, vasodilators to increase blood flow and stop his muscles locking up, anti-anxiety meds to cut off his surprise response at the root. he puts his body through the wringer to the point that medical is constantly worried for his health and shocked that he isn't regularly OD’ing
but he will never let his body betray him again
#what up i saw a video about fainting goats and was like ‘i can blorboify that’#ive never seen this specific hybrid type before and got so giddy with the idea that i might be presenting something new before the courts#the rest of his family werent hybrids but his father blamed his mother for letting him become one#saying she must have a recessive gene that ‘poisoned’ his offspring#(but hes the one that has an incomplete family medical history wink wink nudge nudge your fault cunt)#i go back and forth between soap being a predator hybrid but still submitting to ghost no matter how repressed he is#or another prey hybrid who is the furthest thing from ashamed about his instincts and needs#but either way he can smell the almost sickly scent coming off ghost in waves to the point that he cant help scratching at his nose#he hates it. hates the way it covers up his natural scent but he doesnt know what to do#hes always taken pride in his identity#but ghost? hes mutilitating himself from the inside and he doesnt know how to help him stop#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#hybrid au#cod fic#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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