#I’ll reblog this or make another post with more ghosts if/when I make them

[cheolhub]

THE MORNING — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu knows you have a lot to do the day before the wedding, but he won’t let you leave without giving him his favorite meal for breakfast

wc. 2.2k

warnings. marriage kink (ik…), oral (f. receiving), gyu is a needy baby, a bit of teasing, praise — MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok hello, i know i said i was on hiatus, but i’ve decided im not anymore bc i need to be able escape from reality so enjoy ANOTHER fic w my newfound marriage kink. will likely write a pt. 2 (post-wedding) if u guys like this :D

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

mingyu hates waking up alone. he has since he met you all those years ago, so today, when he wakes up cold just to see your spot empty, he’s grumpy to say the least. 

he leaves the bed to look for you, eyes tired as he’s muttering to himself about how you do this even though you know he hates it. when he finds your sleepy figure in the kitchen buttering a slice of toast in nothing but his oversized shirt and your socks, he immediately pouts.

“g’morning baby,” you smile at his eyes that are barely open and his disheveled head of hair, setting down the butter knife. “why’re you pouting?” 

he huffs, arms crossing at his chest, mumbling out, “you know why. i hate waking up cold.” 

you coo at how cute he was being. “‘m sorry, gyu— but we’re getting married tomorrow, i had to get up early to meet with the caterers and i’m gonna be late if i don’t start getting ready soon.” 

he sighs, moving to wrap his arms around your waist from the back. his face digs into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. “make it up to me.”

you hum, relaxing into his touch. “baby, don’t start… i’m gonna be late— you were the one who wanted a perfect wedding.”

“don’t care about the wedding…” he says in between kisses— ones that were starting to escalate as his teeth scraped against your sensitive spot. “just want you.”

you smile at his words because you know they’re not true. mingyu has been gushing about giving you the most extravagant wedding since you said yes to his even more extravagant proposal. 

“‘n you’ll have me tomorrow night. forever.” you emphasize and he groans, pushing his growing bulge into you. “but right now, i need to start getting ready, i have to meet them in 45 minutes.”

he whines, needily rutting into you, sucking at your skin harsher with every passing second. “baby, you can’t just say shit like that and then leave.”

you tease with a giggle, “what? saying things like i’ll be yours forever?” 

“yes! don’t say things like that if you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you while you choke on toast!” he whines out and you can’t help but laugh loudly, turning in his grip to face him. 

he’s giving you the biggest doe eyes and, usually, they’d work on you because there is something so irresistible about your soon-to-be husband, but right now, you’re adamant on making sure tomorrow's wedding runs smoothly. so he’s just going to have to wait. 

“okay, baby,” you start, a cheeky smile on your lips “i’m sorry. i won’t say anything like that ever again.”

“noooo!” he cries, shaking your body with his big hands. “i like when you say stuff like that, just don’t say stuff like that right now. you’re practically edging me.”

your fiance is so easy.

you coo, pecking his pouty lips, “okay, i’ll keep that in mind.” you say. “‘m gonna go get ready, you can have a slice of toast if you want.” you offer, wiggling out of his tight grip.

he scoffs at the proposal, deterring you from leaving and lifting you by the waist, sitting you on the empty space on the kitchen island. your surprised gasp makes him groan and he’s praying you’ll let him hear your other pretty noises before you leave him for the day. 

his lips ghost over yours, “would rather have something else for breakfast.” he mumbles against them before getting on his knees in front of you. “pretty baby, at least lemme taste you, please?”

he’s so pretty with his shaggy hair and his tired eyes and you never realized how much he resembles an actual puppy dog before now. you can’t help but admire the beauty that is your forever lover. 

you bite your lip at his plea, the offer being almost too good to deny. you weigh your decisions, eyes shooting to the clock across the kitchen. 8:17 a.m. if you wanted to be out and on time, you’d need to leave within the next 30 minutes– that isn’t nearly enough time, but the way he’s peering up at you and looking so fucking fine while he’s on his knees all for you… it’s too tempting. 

“gyu…” you trail off as his arms take a hold of your legs and his face nuzzles into the insides of your plush thighs. he presses soft, gentle kisses to the skin. 

“mmm, baby, please,” he mumbles, moaning as his face is almost directly in front of your clothed cunt. “i’ll be so quick, gonna make you cum ‘n you can go. you’ll let me, won’t you?” his breath fans against your core where arousal is now gathering and soaking through the cotton fabric. 

temptation is a bitch, you rule.

he’s rendered you breathless and he’s barely touched you. you’re experiencing another moment that proves no matter how much of a bitch mingyu is for you, you’re just as desperate for him. two people that are a mess at the hands of one another– a match made in heaven. 

“fuck, gyu,” you pant, eyes shooting up at the clock. 8:18 a.m. your eyes fall back to him and you decide, fuck it. “5 minutes or else i’ll finish myself off in the shower.” you offer the empty threat as if he couldn’t make you cum in a mere 30 seconds if he really wanted to.

he smiles, “whatever my pretty wife wants…” he whispers, noticing the way you twitch at the words. a soft chuckle slips past his lips and he looks up to you again. “oh, so you like when i say that just as much as i do, don’t you?”

of course you do. who wouldn’t get turned on by the idea of being kim mingyu’s pretty wife? 

you roll your eyes in an attempt to hide the fact that his words don’t have a great affect you, gruffly saying, “not your wife yet and you’ve got 4 minutes and 30 seconds, baby.” you lace your fingers through his long, raven hair and push him into your heat. “get to work.”

he moans, taking in your scent, nose pressing into your covered clit as his tongue darts out to taste you, further soaking the cotton fabric with his saliva. you’re almost certain he’s going to eat you out through your panties, but he proves you wrong by taking them off in the blink of an eye.

he untangles his arms from your legs before rolling them down your legs and leaving them bunched up on the ground next to him. before you know it, he’s diving back in like a starved man, arms coming back to their original position and pulling you even closer to his mouth. 

he starts by letting his tongue lap you up from your drooling hole to your hardened clit and he whines. you look down, breathless with your teeth digging into your bottom lip, and you completely take him in– how his tongue eagerly laps at your pussy with the most pleasured look on his face. 

no matter how many times he eats you out, it proves to never be enough. every time he gets a taste, it’s like the first time and he falls in love with you all over again. truth be told, mingyu is addicted to you and would happily die with his head in between your thighs. 

your eyes flicker up to the clock while mingyu opens his eyes to look at you. 8:20 a.m. 

he grunts unhappily, “look at me.” he mumbles into you, sending shivers up your spine. when your eyes meet his, he wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue at the bud. he relishes in the way you moan out his name, arching your back and gripping the end of the kitchen counter. 

“you’re so good, baby– fuck, you always eat me out so fucking well,” you moan the praise breathily, eyes fluttering closed. your head falls back in pleasure and mingyu’s ego inflates, cock twitching at the praise. 

he alternates between digging his tongue in your pussy, sucking up your honeyed arousal while his nose toys with your clit and having his mouth and tongue play with your clit. he’s moaning and whining, mumbling about how good you taste and how much he loves your pussy all the while devouring you whole. 

you’re a mess, not even bothered to check the clock anymore as you feel all the vibrations and action provided by his tongue nearly hurtle you over the edge. tears gather up at your lashline as you whine and whine, his name and his tongue being the only things you can think about right now. 

you’re almost embarrassed to be this close this quick, but then you remember it’s mingyu. mingyu who could make you cum by playing with your tits for too long. mingyu who could get you soaking his thigh in a matter of minutes. mingyu who knows just how to please you in any way possible.

“gyu! baby, oh, my god.” you sob, one of your hands moving back to tug at his silky hair. “‘m so fucking close.”

he lets out a guttural moan as he feels his own body heat up with pure desire. he wishes you had nowhere to go after this so he could sink you onto his cock and fuck you all day– make you cry for him, cum for him, beg for more of him till you’re both a mess and at a loss for words. he plans on doing so as soon as the wedding is over, though. he’s not going to let you do anything other than take his dick like a good wife as soon as you say ‘i do.’ 

he’s lost in your cunt, moaning with his eyes closed and brows furrowed as if he’s eating the best meal of his life. your joint moans and whines are bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, surely filling your entire home with lewd sounds. 

“cum all over me, baby, fuckin’ cum for me. you can do it.” he coaxes through moans, though it comes muffled with his tongue shoved in your pussy. he sounds like a broken record, begging you to let go over and over. “my pretty fuckin’ wife, do it for me, baby.”

the title and vibration of his words send you right over the edge. the rubber band in the fiery pit of your stomach finally snapping as you cry out his name prettily, body shaking uncontrollably. your hand tug on his locks, holding him in place while you grind against his face to ride out your orgasm. 

he’s a mess at the sight unfolding in front of him. you look so fucking desprate and it’s getting him close to cumming untouched, but he holds it in hopes you’ll change your mind– be an inconvenience so he can fill you up, fuck you full, and do it all again. he so badly wants you to call the caterers and push back the time so he can have you all to himself. 

you finally come down from your high, eyes glazed over, pussy still aching with need. said eyes find the clock and read the time. 8:24 a.m.

he parts from you after licking you clean, standing up to his full height and towers over you. his eyes are full of lust. hunger and desire. there’s a thin layer of sheen covering his mouth and chin left over from the arousal that still seems to be seeping from your hole.

“six minutes.” you pant cheekily, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “you promised five.” 

he smirks and, god damn, does he look fucking sexy with his disheveled hair and swollen pink lips. “i didn’t promise anything, baby.” he murmurs, hands finding your hips and standing in between your legs. “i can promise to fuck you so so good if you push back your appointment… just by an hour.”

you huff, pussy clenching around nothing because you know his words are very much true. “gyu… need i remind you, we get married tomorrow.”

“i know, and everything is gonna be perfect, baby. stop worrying so much.” he tells you softly. “as long as you’re there… as long as you say ‘i do’ before the end of the night… i don’t give a damn. don’t even need to wear a dress. just you… i could marry you like this.”

this fucking sweet talker. 

you blush, hiding your smile by chewing on the bottom of your lip, but you fail in doing so as your cheekbones shoot high up and your eyes crinkle. “you’re just saying that so you can fuck me.” 

“yeah, but it’s true.” he leans in, lips ghosting over yours again. 

“you’re gonna wanna fuck me in that dress tomorrow,” you tell him breathily, heart melting at the man he is. 

“i didn’t doubt that, pretty girl.” he whispers. “so, do you wanna fuck now?”

you smile, “i do.”

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[letterstoear]

Three reasons to love Ace Trappola

I know the fandom loves to pick on Ace, but this time around I just wanna spread some good ol love about him. So, without further ado here we go!

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*spoiler warnings*

Friendship is golden with Ace

He’s a loyal friend. I think everyone remembers how at the end of book 4 Ace came running with Deuce to NRC for you and Grim. While it did take a long time for the two of them to arrive, Ace still managed to put his vacation aside to come back to NRC to check on his friends. Which is a very sweet action that shows his loyalty.

Not to mention in book 3 Ace offered his dorm to Yuu and Grim when Octavinelle had taken over. Despite teasing you with the one bed option this action still showed that Ace was willing to lend you a place when you were in need.

In the second Halloween special, Ace was sent to the ghost world looking for the remaining half of the cast. Once it was revealed the whole plot was driven by Malleus, Ace was one of few characters who held Malleus responsible. This was because Ace had been seriously worried about the whole situation thinking something terrible has happened to everyone. Take this as you will, but I adore how Ace is able to stand his ground firmly against someone like Malleus.

Oddly wholesome at times

In the Playful Land event Ace makes the comment that he wants to buy souvenirs at the end. Why? Well, it’s because he wants to be able to go back on the whale rollercoaster ride with everyone. If he were to hold all of the souvenirs it would make it hard to go on more rides. However, this strikes me as oddly wholesome because Ace makes a point to have everyone beside him.

During the Lost in the Book event with Stitch, we have another instance of this when Ace is parading around their vacation home. Afraid something has come out to attack his friends, Ace doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to buy time for his friends. In this scene we see how not only Ace is a quick thinker, but he’s selfless. Of course, the moment is very short lived, with the “something” being just Floyd.

Everyone is on the same level as he is

We have seen time and time again that status could practically mean nothing for Ace. To him it doesn’t matter if you’re a dorm leader, great wizard, or even a prince, everyone is on the same level as he is. I think this is rather refreshing as it shows that Ace sees everyone as an equal. Hence the reason Ace has no problem saying his opinion on matters. However, this also means that Ace is someone who’s going to hold you responsible regardless of your position.

His older brother

Anyway, I have plenty more reasons, but I’ll cap it off with that for today! Thank you for reading this post. Reblogs are much appreciated.

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[moonlitmeeks]

༉‧₊˚. what he doesn't know ; remus lupin (1.3k)

summary: sometimes, your older brother sirius doesn’t need to know every detail about your life, especially your love life.

warnings: implied fem!reader, swearing, slightly suggestive towards the end if you squint, inaccurate black family dynamics (aka. grimmauld place is actually a nice home to be in)

a/n: brother's best friend!remus has my heart, actually. hope you enjoy, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!! i edited this down. so much. as i had way too many ideas, so if you want me to post some other little blurbs/instances of remus' subtle flirting, or of sirius finding out, let me know!

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unrequited love was a bitch. the familiar sting that accompanied every interaction, the constant reminder that no matter how hard your heart beat around them, it would never be enough to sway theirs. the bitter acceptance that, okay, you couldn’t have them romantically, but to have them at all was more than enough.

but unrequited love for your brother’s best friend? oh, that was basically a death sentence. 

a part of you had clung to the hope that your feelings for remus were fleeting, just a silly childhood crush produced by teenage hormones and way too many romance films.

it wouldn’t surprise you.

the first time you had met james, you could hardly get a word out, too flustered by the fact that an attractive, older boy was even speaking to you. it made you laugh now, thinking about it. you and james had grown much closer over time, and you considered him to be like another brother to you.

so it was frustrating that, four years later, remus still had a hold on your heart.

maybe it was his tawny hair, and how it always looked perfectly messy, just begging you to reach out and run a hand through the strands.

or, perhaps, you could credit it to his voice, a tone that was laced with sarcasm when speaking to your brother, but softened when directed towards you.

his personality also couldn’t be overlooked. how someone could perfectly balance kindness, humour, intelligence and mischief, you’d never know. 

if you were being honest, it was everything about him. remus lupin had you wrapped around his bloody finger and he didn’t even realise.

though, you couldn’t do anything about it, thanks to him being sirius’ best friend. telling him was out of the question: even if, in some weird universe, he returned your feelings, sirius would never allow it. not that he could stop you, of course, but he’d definitely make his displeasure obvious every time he saw the two of you together.

sucking it up was your only option. you’d dealt with this ache for four years. you could deal with it for four more.

so when sirius announced a movie night with you two and the other marauders, a movie night suggested by remus himself, you struggled to mask your enthusiasm with nonchalance. 

“don’t see why not,” you shrugged with a ghost of a smile. “sounds like it could be fun.”

“you’re sure you don’t mind?” sirius asked. “i’d tell him to piss off, but i think he’s desperate to get his mind off of exams.”

“don’t. it’s only a few films, not like he’s asking for a lung or something.”

“brilliant,” sirius grinned, moving to ruffle your hair in true older brother fashion. “i’ll let him know. cheers, y/n.”

“i’m great, i know,” you jested, holding back an excited expression.

it was only in the secrecy of your own room you let out a squeal into your pillow.

an evening spent with your unrequited crush in a dark, dimly lit room. it would make for an exciting evening, if you could get through it without combusting, of course.

unbeknownst to you, remus was also struggling with cupid’s arrow. it was the only reason he’d persuaded sirius to have this stupid movie night, just for a chance to spend a couple of hours in your company to get his fix of you in an unassuming way. liking your best friend’s sister had to go against multiple rules of friendship, but remus was done berating himself.

sirius would kill him if he knew the truth, so remus was determined to keep his feelings to himself. that, unfortunately, meant keeping them from you, too. 

not that he hadn’t hinted at his attraction. there’d been plenty of times he’d been a little too friendly with you, shot you flirty grins, paid you gratuitous compliments. he’d managed to mask it as an attempt to be welcoming and comforting, and luckily sirius was yet to notice. 

unfortunately, remus’ patience was wearing thin, and subtlety was the farthest thing from his mind tonight, sirius be damned. you were both adults now. if sirius didn’t like it, he’d have to suck it up. 

this time, he didn’t tear his gaze each time it wandered to your face. he treated himself to the sight of your side profile, delighting in each gasp and laugh the film drew from you. a large jumper hugged your upper body, and with your legs tucked up to your chest, you looked like the epitome of comfort. remus would do anything to come home to a sight like that, his only complaint that the jumper you wore wasn’t his. 

remus’ stare burned into the side of your face, and if you hadn’t brought your hand up to cup your heating cheeks, you’d be sure you were melting. whilst your heart whispered that your feelings were reciprocated, your brain struggled to come up with a counter argument for his fixation.

the film was interesting enough, some sort of action-filled drama, so boredom wasn’t a possibility. though, even if he was to zone out, there were plenty of other things to catch his attention. but, remus had chosen to unabashedly stare at you, drinking in every glimpse he could catch of your face.

surely that had to mean something, something that teetered precariously on the edge of friendship and romance. 

you dared a smile, raising an eyebrow in a wordless question. part of you hoped he'd look away, but you secretly delighted in his sudden confidence.

remus quirked a brow back, poking his tongue out from between slightly cracked lips. now your focus had been drawn to his lips, mind racing to wonder how they’d feel against your own.

would his kisses be slow, calculated with every movement? or fast, sloppy and fuelled by pure desire. maybe it was a mixture of the two, gentle caresses paired with sinful noises. it was a thought that, if you were standing, would make you weak in the knees. it was getting to be too much, and you jumped up.

“i’m gonna get a drink. anyone want anything?”

the boys replied with a chorus of different drinks, overlaps of ‘water’, ‘beer’, and ‘lemonade’ coming from every angle. you mentally noted them down, heading for the door.

“i’ll help.”

not giving you time to thank him, remus had already sprung from his seat, making his way towards the kitchen. 

well, fuck. that plan had failed. curse him and his insanely charming kindness. 

you followed the boy, trailing slightly behind him as you tried to compose yourself. the chatter of the others became muted as the door closed, trapping you and remus in your own little bubble.

you were determined to look everywhere but him, putting too much attention towards grabbing five cups from the top shelf of the cupboard.

two large hands grabbed your hips, and you yelped in shock. you were spun around to meet hazel eyes, and inches away from your face was remus, breathing heavily as his eyes roamed across your features. 

it was as if he was in an art gallery and you were the portrait; he wanted to note every last detail of your face, from the curve of pouted your lips to the slight furrow in your brows, down to every last mark or freckle. remus wouldn’t be satisfied until he had discovered everything about you. 

“shit, remus–”

“if you tell me to stop, i will,” he interjected. “but don’t tell me to stop because of sirius. only tell me to stop if you want to.” 

you shook your head, swallowing hard, though you couldn’t bring yourself to utter a protest. desire had taken over your moral conscience with ease, tipping the scales right into lust.

his voice was low, mouth only an inch away from the shell of your ear. if you weren’t so desperate to feel his touch, your close proximity to your brother and friends would have produced more than feigned concern. 

“he’ll go mad.” you observed, leaning into his touch anyways. 

“i reckon what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” he pressed a chaste kiss to your neck, nipping at the skin ever so slightly. “don’t you think?”

and as his lips finally met yours, the two meshing like lock and key, you couldn’t help but agree with him. 

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Ghost Swap - how to post

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Here’s the deal:

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WIP Whenever

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In a reblog (or new post/w rules attached) post up to five filenames of your WIPs, not titles, file names

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be something you wrote in the last 7 days (we’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!)

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway and then 3 more on another to share!

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Unfortunately most of my documents have proper titles at the moment, but I’ll give you a few I’ve got:

Snek

Ghost Hunting

Elettra AU

Sol'eia/Ryona

Aurelia/Damon

And a snippet from Aurelia/Damon:

Damon squeezes her hand. “Like I said. Just follow my lead.” Aurelia keeps quiet as he pulls her down the street, her eyes darting in every direction. Not that she notices the pair of Azure Dawn loitering by a noodle stand or the adorable would-be mugger that only backs the hell off when Damon looks him dead in the eye. It takes a few moments for him to notice the rain framing her rose gold skin has taken on a glow of its own, like one of the hazed-out neon signs framing the street, and the beads of water clinging to her eyelashes shine like tiny stars. Sure, he’s seen Ryona’s skin glow and dull based on her mood, but Tilaari aren’t common anywhere in the system—especially not on Cursa—and there’s something about Aurelia that makes him look twice. Damon smooths his thumb over her knuckles, fighting a frown. Her hand is really fucking cold.

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[s0fter-sin]

Your reblogs are making me consider playing cod... what would you say you like about it? And which cod game has this ghost team on it?

friend, you’ve opened a door i don’t think can be closed 😭

so, ghost team is from the new rebooted modern warfare trilogy, specifically the 2nd and 3rd game. it mainly refers to the four main guys who are sas soldiers known as task force 141: price, gaz, soap and the titular ghost aka the one with the skull mask (but can also mean their allies in the games, specifically alejandro and rudy known as los vaqueros). price and gaz are in the first game, mw 2019, but soap and ghost are only introduced in mw2 2022

ghost team itself comes from mw2 2022 when price and gaz meet up with soap, ghost, alejandro and rudy and they do an unsanctioned, illegal mission together. as price says: “we are not 141 and los vaqueros on this. we’re a team. ghost team.”

as to what i like about it… whew boy

so, there’s three parts of the game: the campaign, multiplayer mode and zombies mode and i’m all about the campaigns. they don’t have the tightest plots in the world but the characters and their relationships more than make up for them

mw2 is my main game and in it, soap teams up with ghost to hunt down a terrorist and find missiles he’s stolen. ghost is a lieutenant and soap’s superior and he’s scarily professional; he will get the job done no matter what and that makes him seem cold and harsh and distant (one of his most well known lines is “choices have consequences” after soap pushed him to help their allies instead of continuing to pursue their target). soap is a steadfast sergeant, a soldier through and through but he will buck - not reject, just push back - against orders he’s unsure of. if you saw my soap meta post, i have a lot to say about him lmao

they end up in mexico working with a mercenary group and mexican special forces (alejandro and rudy) and one thing leads to another and soap and ghost end up separated; soap’s injured without any weapons and they’re being hunted throughout the town of las almas. since ghost is, well, ghost, you expect him to leave soap behind; soap probably won’t make it and the mission is time sensitive. but ghost stays; he hunkers down and waits and guides soap through the town on their comms. he teaches him guerrilla warfare, how to make weapons out of random objects, keeps his head on straight with dark jokes when he starts to falter (“what has two legs and bleeds?” “don’t tell me.” “half a dog.” “i asked you not to tell me.”)

ghost keeps him going and when they finally get back together (“alright, johnny; you made it.” “we made it, lt.”) and get to a safehouse, rudy asks where they were. soap says, “i was on the run; ghost waited for me.” rudy then says, “of course, no?” soap immediately says no just for ghost to cut him off and say, “yes. we’re a team, all of us. this happened on my watch and i’ll need help to fix it. no one fights alone.”

like are you kidding me??

and that’s just soap and ghost and that’s just one mission. price and gaz and their relationship to each other is just as complex and rich and all of it makes me want to dig into them and know more

#the characters arent as explored as id like bc it is a mainstream first person shooter they dont really think of things like growth #but its there and its rich and theres so much subtext to be gleaned from it #i love the original modern warfare games as well but this was already getting Long #but the original price ghost and soap? completely different characters completely different vibes and i love them so much it hurts #i just know im forgetting things but if youve seen my reblogs then you know i could gush about these guys all day #a lot of their backstory and inner thoughts are a blend of interpretation the og games and the ghost comics that came out with the og games #so theres a lot for you to decide and play with and explore #also the way ghost goes from ‘fucking hell’ the first time he sees soap to exclusively using a nickname he gives him and being so concerned #for him?? i about lose my mind every time it happens #the growth… the growth kills me #game wise i cant really give you much bc im that guy who hasnt played lmao #i just watch commentary free gameplay videos on loop #i didnt talk about price again bc of Length but god i love price #the flawed morally grey and knows it captain? fuck i love him #but yeah long post longer the characters are everything to me lmao #mailbox #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #cod #soap cod #ghost cod

[mistressheroine]

WIP challenge

Thank you for the tag @im-immortal

in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

post a snippet from one of them. snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. we’re posting progress here. if you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

after you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file. if the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

that’s it! you can invite others to join in, or just post.

File names:

Wildflowers

Dancing With Your Ghost

Keep Me WIP

Beth Lives WIP

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It was just after the sun had begun to rise, spilling golden midsummer light across the tangled bedsheets, when they heard the trip wire go off at the back of the house. Beth felt Daryl wake and raise his head to listen for another sound, his arms tensing around her for just a second and drawing her closer against his bare chest. He sighed with resignation, briefly buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her heady morning scent before quietly groaning and disentangling himself from her arms. He quickly pulled on his black cargo pants and threw on yesterday's red plaid shirt before leaning over to place a light kiss on her temple, whispering “G’back to sleep, I’ll check it out. Be jus’ another damn straggler wandered in.” 

 Beth sighed in acknowledgment, mumbling sleepily in response, “Be careful, I don’ wanna have to get out of this warm bed to come save your ass - again.” She opened one eye, smiled at him teasingly and he chuckled back. God damn, this girl - she’s even sassing me in her sleep now, Daryl thought as he tapped her ass playfully on his way out the door. He grabbed his trusty crossbow on the way out, called for Dog to follow him and crept across the hallway before she heard his heavy footsteps on the staircase.

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I tag @sasusc and @boltthrutheheart (I just read the latest chapter of I Will Follow You Into The Dark and I’m so glad your back writing this!) and anyone else who wants to join in :)

#WIP challenge #WIP fanfiction #bethyl fanfiction #Bethyl

[screechthemighty]

Didn’t wait for an answer on that one personal post, lmao. I’ve got two MarcLayla drabbles up on AO3 and you can also read them both down below! There’s more coming because I love them. AO3 link will be in a reblog.

i.

Marc was pretty light on his feet. He had a habit of moving around spaces like he was trying to avoid being noticed. It had taken her some time, and more than a few accidental jump scares, but she’d learned how to hear him coming.

Or, perhaps, he’d finally realized he didn’t have to make himself a ghost. Not around her, not in their apartment. Maybe it was a bit of both. Either way, she could hear him coming in the mornings now. She hadn’t lost that skill when they were separated.

“Morning,” Layla said. “Did  you sleep okay?”

His footsteps stopped just behind her. Before Layla could glance over her shoulder, one careful arm wrapped around her waist. When she didn’t protest, he pulled himself closer to her, wrapping both arms around her and resting his cheek against her shoulder.

“You okay?” she asked. She got a hum in response. He felt heavy against her, like something was trying to drag him down. “Not up to talking today?” Another hum, this one a bit more affirmative. “Anything you need?”

He shook his head against her back before turning his head to kiss her shoulder. It was such a warm gesture–a familiar one. One she hadn’t felt in a while.

He’s reaching out again.

Layla leaned a little closer, carefully taking one of his hands. “I’m going to finish breakfast,” she said, “and after that, we can…go back to bed? Read something, if you want?”

Marc nodded.

Quiet day in, then. Not that she minded. They hadn’t had one of those in a while. It’d be a nice change of pace.

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He woke up to an ache in his chest and a void flooding his mouth. He knew, even before he tried, that speaking wasn’t going to happen today. He doubted much of anything was going to happen today, unless one of the others decided to step in. Seeing how Steven was finally getting a day off in the middle of the holiday rush, and Jake was coming off an overseas Khonshu job that had only been characterized as “Mardripoor >:(“ in the notebook, all signs pointed to no.

That was okay. He was getting better at resting. He could do it enough for the three of them now.

Something about seeing Layla in the kitchen, just getting coffee like nothing was wrong, reminded him of old days…simpler days. He was still hesitant to approach her; they were doing better, so much better, but he still felt like he wasn’t allowed to be doing this. Not after all the shit he’d pulled.

But she didn’t pull away. So he held her close. Pressed his face into her neck and just breathed. Let the peace and quiet of the situation settle over him. The awareness that he wouldn’t have to say a word until he was ready. Layla would understand.

She always had.

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ii.

"If you're going to insist on not wearing reading glasses, will you at least let me read that to you?" Layla sat down on the couch's arm rest and stared down at Marc. "Or is it private?"

"It's just assembly instructions," Marc said, "and my eyes aren't that bad."

"Uh huh. That's why you're holding the paper at arm's length."

"I am not."

"I promise you that you are." Layla held out her hand for the instructions; Marc handed them over with only a faint sigh of complaint. "One of Steven's bookshelves finally quit on you?"

"Yeah. It was five bucks from someone's garage sale, though. Not a total loss." Marc settled down further on the couch until he was stretched out across it. "I'd try to fix it, but sometimes it's easier to just start from scratch."

Layla hummed in agreement. The instructions didn’t look too complicated, but still: “Do you want help with it?”

“Are you asking because you think I’ll need help or because you want to do something with me?”

“The second one.”

“Then yes, I would love some help with it.” He looked up at her and smiled. “Thank you.”

Marc held out a hand to her. She took that as an invitation, moving from the arm of the couch to the couch itself, carefully arranging herself on his chest. She could still remember the first time she’d lay down on him like that. She’d been trying for “loving pestering”; she hadn’t expected him to actually like it. He’d relaxed to the point of almost falling asleep. He relaxed now, too, his heart rate slowing under her ear as she rested her head on his chest. “He’s going to start putting books in your storage space at this rate,” she said.

“Oh, it’s come up. He already knows which ones he’d put in there.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he rested his hands on her back. “You know I’m not gonna get up now.”

“Fine by me. You’re still comfortable.”

“Hmm. Glad to be of service.”

They probably weren’t going to get to that bookshelf that day. She had a feeling he actually was going to fall asleep this time.

That was okay. They had time.

#moon knight #marclayla #marc x layla #moon scarab #fic: you're the song i sing again and again

[ardenssolis]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !

NAME: Shi

PRONOUNS:  she / her / they / them 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: IMs usually! Discord is fine too especially for plotting and general chitchat since that IM box is tiny as hell. But it tends to definitely be easier to catch me on here since for some reason, my discord doesn’t always alert me to people talking and left messages kfjsdfhdsfs. Me checking discord to see someone talked to me hours ago -- me sweating wondering if they think I ignored them while I was posting on tumblr. 

NAME OF MUSE(S): Ozymandias

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Like...over 15 years? I have, quite literally, seen and experienced everything at this point. That’s why my rules probably sound so strict because I am just a tired woman who feels like I aged to 80 sometimes. I don’t play when it comes to my boundaries anymore like when I was younger and allowed things I shouldn’t have allowed for the sake of keeping the peace and being liked. I have been so much happier putting my foot down.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting really great people and continuing to meet great people! Idk I’ve met so many who have inspired me to keep writing and just enjoying this little hobby of mine. Even now I just finger gun at all those individuals and really great mutuals that make my time here on tumblr A+.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Getting me excited for stuff and then ghosting me. Then coming to me, getting me excited again, ghosting me again -- rinse repeat like that’s a normal way to communicate with someone. Like I’m not here for that. I’ll softblock or hardblock you in a heartbeat and move on.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I like all three honestly, but angst??? Emotional stuff? GAWD DO I EAT THAT UP. Especially for Ozy because he’s just -gestures at him- Sometimes I want him to really feel things which can be difficult. But the fact it’s difficult is what makes me love it even more.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I don’t mind both since we can basic plot something like oh how they’d meet? Are they friends? Do they hate one another?? That kind of stuff can make interaction so much easier. But memes are certainly the best way to come at me and continue things from there since I don’t do starters. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies! But short is nice when your brain is tired and after staring at a computer for eight hours and working HR, my brain is often very tired during the weekdays. So a nice balance of both!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Normally in the evening. My writing just feels like it flows better for some reason.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Not even REMOTELY jkfhdskfdkfsd

tagged by: @chaieos​​​ (ilu Lis)

tagging: anyone! take it and talk about yourself! (also tag me I wanna read)

#;tagged

[i-fondued]

I posted 2,031 times in 2022

That's 2,031 more posts than 2021!

258 posts created (13%)

1,773 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@clownstiel

@nocturnal-birb

@bearfeathers

@my-secret-shame

@wallace-marte

I tagged 1,228 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#ghost - 400 posts

#copia - 167 posts

#about me - 155 posts

#terzo - 71 posts

#i fondued speaks - 59 posts

#sinners in secret - 57 posts

#i fondued asks - 49 posts

#mcr - 45 posts

#the band ghost - 39 posts

#papa emeritus x reader - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#that night i was drunk and so was he and it was heavy like if people really want to know how mine went down i’ll write it under a read more

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Confessions and Chambers

Terzo can’t help but whisk his favorite sister of sin from the dining hall to his private rooms to give her and exclusive tour… Pairing: Papa Emeritus III / Terzo x Sister of Sin Rating: Explicit Warnings: SMUT, fluff!Terzo, surprisingly vanilla sex tbh A/N: SURPRISE! These two may actually end up as semi regulars like Copia and his Sister of Sin. What was going to be really perverse breeding kink Terzo ended up being fluffy instead ahahaha still gonna write the breeding kink eventually tho…

AO3 LINK CAN BE FOUND HERE

“Sister, you haven’t eaten any dinner.”

I tore my gaze away from the head table where Terzo had been making faces at me while ignoring his brothers who were clearly bickering, my cheeks flushing as I looked back at the sister who spoke to me. She smiled at me, gesturing to my plate where I had been pushing my food around.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just been a long day is all!” I joked, picking at the pasta on my plate. “Besides I think I’m just partial to my own cooking.”

“I know I am, Sorella.” A voice purred from behind me, a shiver running down my spine.

“Papa!” The sister next to me exclaimed, a twinkle in her eyes. “Good evening, Sir.”

“Evening, Sorellas.” Terzo smiled brightly while leaning with his hand on the back of my chair. His fingertips brushed softly against my shoulder and I had to fight the urge to squirm. “I trust I will see you all at massa nera on Sunday, Si?”

“Yes of course, Papa.” Another sister perked up, a blush on her cheeks as he flashed her another bright smile. 

“Bene, excuse me Sisters. But I have a task for our friend here, you mind if I borrow her?” He chuckled, hand resting warmly on my shoulder.

“Of course not Papa, please.” I had to hold back my eye roll at the overeager sisters, all practically giddy under the attention of our Papa. I had gotten so used to his theatrics, it didn’t even occur to me that I used to be just like them.

Terzo, ever the gentleman, held his hand out for me to take. His silk gloved hand was warm in my own bare one, his fingers twitched slightly as he had to stop himself from tangling our fingers together. More of the tables near us were now looking at us, curious whispers being passed back and forth, and I couldn’t help but shy away from them and closer to Terzo. I never liked being the center of attention if I was being honest with myself but Terzo had always been there to steady me. He tucked my arm into the crux of his own as he escorted me from the dining room. 

We had moved down the hallways in a comfortable silence, the sound of our shoes on the marble floor echoing down the hall. When we took a turn down a corridor I’d never gone to before I looked up at Terzo quizzically. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Somewhere I have not brought you before, Sorella.” He smiled, tugging me past many sets of double doors before pausing and looking down the hallway. Once he checked that the coast was clear he pushed open the doors, slipping us inside before he shut them quickly. “This is mia stanza, my personal quarters.”

I took my time to look around the space, a large and welcoming sitting room where we had entered. A set of plush couches sat in front of a roaring fireplace, warm and inviting looking from where I stood. Behind there was an ornately carved set of bookshelves bracketing an open doorway, the shelves filled with his personal books, photos and trinkets from Terzo’s tours. Through the doorway I could see his bed was situated against the back wall. Even from here the bed looked big enough to comfortably sleep a family of four and I had to bite my cheek before I laughed at the audacity of such a bed for just him.

“It’s much nicer than mine,” I said as I couldn’t help but picture my tiny box of a room on the other side of the abbey, little more than a desk, bed and small wardrobe taking up space in there. “It’s a bit more…utilitarian.”

“You stay here then.” Terzo said mischievously, as he scooped me up into his arms, and stalked towards the bed. “Plenty of room for you, Sorella.”

“Terzo put me down!” I cried, trying to keep my laughter from spilling out as I remembered where I was. “What if someone catches me here?”

He tossed me on the bed gently, a small wicked gleam to his eyes as he crawled over to me. He slotted himself between my legs, which happily welcomed him, resting his weight on his elbows as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Let them dare to challenge their Papa.” He purred, a shiver running down my spine. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before resting his head on my chest. 

Terzo’s weight on top of me was a comfort as we soaked up each other’s company, the fire in the other room casting shadow as the flames cracked happily in the grate. His right hand caressed at my side rhythmically, a soothing feeling as my eyes grew heavy. My own fingers ran absentmindedly through his hair, I felt the man practically purring under my ministrations and I smiled sleepily, a warm sort of pleasure spreading in my chest. 

“Bella?” Terzo’s voice was soft as I felt him lift his head from my chest. I turned to look down at him, my breath drew sharp at the sight of him. The light from the other room illuminating him from behind with what looked like a golden halo behind his head. 

“Yes Papa?” I whispered, taken aback at the look of the man in my arms. His hand came up to cup my cheek tenderly, a warm look crossed his mismatched gaze. 

“No Papa here, in these rooms, only Terzo.” He mumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to my lips. My eyes fluttered close, heart thrumming in my chest.

“Terzo…” I sighed as his lips pressed against mine again. My hand cupped his cheeks, my pinky curling against his sharp jawline. 

“Amore.” He mumbled against my lips, his teeth nibbling at my bottom lip. I gasped, fingers slipping into his hair and pulling him to me. 

He slipped up my body, pressing firmly against me as he pinned me to the mattress. I whimpered as his hand pulled the habit from my head and tossed it to the side, my hair spilling against the pillows. My heart swelled in my chest, a warm and sticky feeling spilling from my chest to my belly. Terzo pulled back slightly, our breaths mingling, and I took advantage of his distraction. 

I pushed on his shoulder and his side with my leg, he wordlessly understood what I needed and flipped us over. He was now leaning back against the headboard and I was tucked in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. I rolled my hips forwards slightly and he groaned, head leaning forward to rest against my chest. 

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234 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#4

Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Confessional

Confessional with Cardinal Copia is a little unique when it comes to one member of the Sisters of Sin, the real question who is confessing to who…

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Oral, squint and there is a fem!dom, public-ish sex, church sex??

A/N: This has lived in my head since the idea slid into my brain and I had to get it out before I had yet another dream about Copia. Solid PWP, with plenty of my dirty ex-catholic thoughts mixed in. This no-name Sister of Sin is going to end up being the main character of any of my Ghost writing going forward because I am so uncomfortable writing in a y/n style like the other stories I’ve been writing the last few days. I’ve also given up on trying for something every day as I am a full time working mom now and I have to eventually sleep…

Anyways!!! Enjoy!

AO3 Link HERE

The bells of the abbey tolled, the sound echoing off the stone of the abbey that housed the church of satan. Thirteen chimes, a nod to his darkness below but also the way to tell us siblings of sin that our day of studies were over for the day. 

I stood from my spot deep in the abbey’s large library, surrounded by dusty tomes that I had been entrusted to translate from old world Latin to English, and stretched. The sound of my back cracking practically echoed in the quiet hall. 

“Buongiorno, Sister.”

I jumped slightly, used to being left alone to focus on my task, and looked towards the person who spoke. Standing with his hands wringing together softly, the sound of black leather squeaking made me smile softly. This man, who looked so unsure of himself and was barely able to keep his mismatched eyes on me, was dressed in his red cassock today. His traditional face paint a stark contrast against his pale skin. His beretta was perched on top of his head, slightly askew. I walked over to him and reached up to adjust his hat, hand sliding to caress his cheek softly.

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” I smiled at him, his cheeks flushing instantly as I touched his face. “What can I help you with?”

“S-sister Imperator asked that I check in on the sisters who haven’t had a confessional in a few months.” He spoke quietly, his hands flinching toward mine at my sides before thinking better of it. “You’ve gone the longest, she’d like you to come to me after dinner this evening.”

“Ah, of course. I’ve been preoccupied with all my translations and research recently.” I turned away from him, stepping out of his range just as Copia lost the battle of wills and his hand slipped to my waist. “Shall I meet you in the confessional booth at 7?”

I turned back to look at him, eyes locked on him and he nodded mutely. I smiled again at him, turning back to my work at the table and bending over to move things around. I could hear his breathing increase just slightly as I bent over, giving him a better look at my curves as I collected my work in its proper folders. “I’ll see you then, Cardinal.”

~*~

Dinner was a calm affair for once, Papa Emeritus III was currently on tour with his band of nameless ghouls. The abbey felt empty without his presence home and with less ghouls prowling around the halls the dinner went smoother than it had in a long time. 

Every so often my eyes would drift up to the long head table where the prior Papas sat, Copia on the end next to Sister Imperator. His mismatched eyes would lock on mine and I could feel a blush spread over my cheeks. My table mates none the wiser to who I was eyeing at the table, talking amongst themselves. When the plates were being cleared, some siblings tucked in for the post dinner desserts and coffee time before curfew, I excused myself from the table and slipped from the room. 

I darted down the hallways to the vestibule prior to our large worship hall we used for Sunday night masses and holiday mass. I saw the door to the confessional was closed and I smirked, my hands reaching up to slip the Bobby pins from my habit. I knocked twice and the grate slid to the side; a familiar pair of dark rimmed eyes locked with mine. 

“Evening Cardinal.”

“Sister.”

The door opened a fraction and I had barely the space to slip into the tiny room, not much bigger than a broom closet. Along the back wall was a bench where a member of the clergy would sit to listen to the confessions of the siblings of sin and ghouls during working hours. There was a small glass window on the wall as well, the pane tinted red caused the small space to feel bathed in blood. Combined with the constant smell of thick incense and the smoke of the candles it gave the space a heady feeling. 

The door to the space had barely closed before Copia was on me, my back slamming against the wall across from the other empty confessional room. His hand yanked the habit from my head, my hair spilling from its confines, and his fingers instantly tangled in the strands. I moaned softly as his painted lips pressed frantically against mine, his tongue brushing softly against my bottom lip. I let my tongue slip from my own mouth to tangle with his own, coaxing it to follow my own. My arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging gently on the longer strands at the base of his neck as we kissed. His hand came to settle at my waist and I could feel his fingers pressing into the flesh, likely to bruise if he kept up the pressure. 

“Cardinal…” I moaned, tilting my head to the side to take a breath and his lips traveled down the column of my neck leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. His teeth nipped at the pulse just under my ear and I couldn’t help the way it made my hips jump forward to grind against his. 

He parted his cassock and slid his right leg between my legs, pressing his knee up against my core as I soaked through my underwear. I rolled my hips against his thigh, a shutter running through me as heat pooled in my belly. My nails dug into Copia’s neck and hair, my back arching against the wall and thrusting my chest into his.

“S-sister.” Copia groaned, forehead resting against my shoulder as he rolled his hips against mine. I could feel how hard he was already and a thrill shot down my spine.

“Touch me, Cardinal.” I hissed, taking his hand to press against my breasts. Like the good student he was, he understood instantly. 

His fingers brushed against my hardening nipple through my bra and robes. He shuttered quietly, still rubbing himself against my hip as I rode his thigh absentmindedly. He rolled the bud between his fingertips and I hissed under my breath before my hand cupped his cheeks, pulling him up to kiss him fiercely. It was getting hot in this tiny room, I could feel sweat sticking the back of my robes to my skin and I could see how red Copia’s face was even in the rose colored room. I could see the thick pain around his eyes wobbled faintly, I couldn’t imagine how hot he was in the layers of wool he was wearing. 

Pulling my lips away from his I focused on pushing the biretta off his head, flinging it to the bench to our right. Next I pulled off his caplet, then I tugged at his long belt with its intricately beaded grucifix and tossed it to the side. The heat of the room felt sweltering suddenly as Copia pushed forward, lips coming back to suck and nip at my neck while grinding against me. I moaned quietly as my fingers started to undo the many buttons of his cassock, fingers deftly starting at his neck before pushing against him to give me space to undo more of the buttons. When I reached his waist he took over, seemingly just as impatient as me for my touch on his bare skin. Quickly he shrugged out of the heavy wool coat and tossed it to the side. 

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244 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#3

Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Punishment

When Cardinal Copia catches his favorite Sister of Sin out of bed after curfew, and with Terzo no less, he knows he must dole out the punishment himself…

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Dominate/Possessive Copia, spankings, dirty talk, Terzo being Terzo, and once again poor google translate italian A/N: This has been in the works for two days now and I have needed about 5000 mental cold showers, my praise kink is surely coming out with this one ahahahaha enjoy!!!

For those of you who prefer to read on AO3 HERE is the link!

I couldn’t sleep, the thunder outside rumbling and echoing down the dormitory hallways. Tossing the blanket and sheets aside I slipped out of bed, huffing as I pulled on a pair of thick socks.

“Cup of tea and right back to bed…” I grumbled to myself as I pulled on my robe and tied the belt tightly. 

I peaked out of my door and checked the hallway for any senior sisters. I myself was a senior sister but this late at night it wasn’t always a good thing to be caught out of bed. I closed the door as slowly as possible, the door barely creaking as I shut it. Silently as possible I snuck past Sister Imperator’s room, down the back stairs to the ground floor. I followed the long hallway, past the library I called home, and found the large cafeteria. Creeping in the shadow, I slipped through the galley doors and sighed, knowing I was at least out of sight if someone was to peek in the room.

Putting a kettle on I went through the motions to ready my teacup, two scoops of sugar and two teabags. I leaned against the countertop and crossed my arms while looking out the windows to outside. I could see the storm brewing, lightning flashing every so often. Lazily I let my mind wander, just thinking back on the events of my day and what I had planned for tomorrow, so engrossed that I didn’t hear the doors to the kitchen swing open. 

“Bene ciao, Sorella.”

“What the fuck!?” I jumped what felt like fifteen feet in the air, hand on my chest as my heart felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. Turning towards the sound of the voice, I couldn’t help but clutch at my robes. “Satan below, Papa.”

“Ah, mi dispiace.” Papa Emeritus III, Terzo, smirked at me. He looked me up and down, coming over to lean casually against the countertop across from me. “I heard the sound of someone moving around the halls, just wanted to make sure no ghoul went…ah how you say? Prowling.”

“No, I’m sorry Papa.” I looked away from his mismatched eyes. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d make myself some tea.” 

“Si, si. I understand.” He stepped towards me and I shied away slightly. His hand came up to brush my hair off my shoulder, I shuttered as my face flushed. “I’ve not seen you with your hair down, Sorella. It suits you…”

I flushed bright red, I’d never been all that close to Terzo like this. Sure, all of us siblings of sin looked up to him as the figurehead of the church. But since I had joined the ranks of the Siblings of Sin Terzo had been on tour and never seemed to have lots of time to spend with the siblings beyond meals and mass. He was hypnotic in the way he moved, his mismatched gaze seeming to pin me in place has he prowled towards me. I felt his hands slip down my arms and slide to my waist. Faintly I heard the whistle of the kettle but I didn’t move.

“Papa, I-“ 

“Call me Terzo, Bella…” He gripped the counter on either side of my hips and began to lean towards me. My heart beating rapidly in my chest, frozen by his eyes locked on mine. I leaned back slightly, unsure of what to do while my eyes slipped from his white eye to his lips.

Suddenly the kettle stopped whistling and someone cleared the throat. I turned away from Papa, looking towards the sound, but he turned first heaving sighing as he moved to brush his hair back from his face. 

“Ah, buena serata, Cardinale.” Papa said jovially, I however wanted the ground to come up and swallow me whole. 

“Papa,” Cardinal Copia spoke, I slipped from behind Terzo with my eyes cast down. “Sorella…”

I looked up at the Cardinal, his face may have looked neutral to anyone else but I knew him too well. He was furious, his face just slightly flushed as he had his hands behind his back. Copia didn’t even look at Terzo, no. His eyes were locked on mine. I noticed he was still dressed in his everyday black cassock, biretta perched on his head. It was silent for a moment, the only sound in the room coming from the steam from the kettle and the sound of leather gloves creaking as he flexed his fingers.

“Cardinal, you see the Sorella and I-“

“I was just getting some tea and then heading back to bed, Sir.” I blurted, cutting off Papa who looked shocked that I even spoke. “I’ll head right back to my room now…”

Stepping away from Papa, my eyes looking only at Copia, I started to pass by the Cardinal. I felt his hand grab my wrists. I looked down at his hand then back up at his face, feeling the leather of his gloves against my skin as he gripped tightly. 

“You are to come with me, Sister.” 

His voice left no option for argument. I bowed my head to him slightly, unable to look him in the eye. 

“I do not think that is entirely necessary, Cardinale…” Papa started and Copia finally broke his gaze on me to glare at Terzo.

“Sister has been caught out of bed, I will handle her punishment.” Copia gave Terzo a dirty look before leaning closer to him. Papa seemed taken aback by Copia’s attitude, so used to the mousy version of him.

“Cardinale…”

“Go find another Sorella to warm your bed, donnaiolo.” He spat at him, before tugging me along with him. 

I looked back at Papa with shocked eyes, surprised that Copia had the gall to say anything like that to anyone, let alone Papa himself. Terzo just had a wild smile on his face as he shook his head before turning to pour the kettle into my cup. He nodded at me, lifting my cup in my direction in a mock cheers before Copia pulled me along and I lost sight of Papa.

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Sinners in Secret

Cardinal Copia is a possessive man, he isn’t inclined to share anything much less his particular Sister of Sin. Even if nobody in the abbey has noticed them together, she knows who she belongs to. But even some of the best pets need to be re-educated from time to time.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: (oOohO boy ** rubs hands together **) rough oral sex, rough sex, voyeurism, google translate Italian, dom/sub vibes, bad/no aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, you know…the standards at this point

A/N: This feels like the result of a very fucky sleep schedule and the culmination of all of the dirty thoughts about the Papas drifting around. This is my magnum opus and I don’t know if I will ever be able to top this honestly (ahaha see what I did there?) Surprising to nobody I honestly think I will end up making this into a multi-parter because if I don’t get to live vicariously through my writing and watch them have a threesome I will riot against my own brain

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“Sorella…” 

I arched my back, rolling my hips against Copia’s as I felt his lips press against the sensitive spot by my ear. I shuttered, cupping his face and pulling him to my lips. 

Copia’s hand was threaded in my hair when the sound of someone knocking on the door startled us apart. I slipped from his lap and threw myself quickly into the chair on the other side of his desk, my face flushed bright red as I fixed my habit on my head. Copia cleared his throat and adjusted his cassock before sitting in his office chair.

“Come in.” He called, a hard edge to his voice. He hated being interrupted, especially when it interrupted our time together. I heard the door open and busied myself with looking very interested in the Latin translation I had done earlier today. 

“Ah, Cardinale!”

“Papa. Seestor.” Copia said crisply, his glare dark. “What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” Sister Imperator’s voice was sharp, I couldn’t help it as my eyes drifted to try and sneak a look at her. Unfortunately for me she was too observant and her eyes locked with mine, instantly squinting at me suspiciously. “Sister…whatever could you be doing here? Aren’t you on library duties today?”

“Sorella, don’t tell me you have a…how you say? Ah! A feeling for our dear Cardinale.” Terzo teased as he slid next to me, his arm coming across the back of my chair. 

My face instantly flushed bright scarlet, an uncomfortable giggle bursting from my lips. I looked to Copia for help but he had a quizzical look on his face, his hands steepled in front of his face while he rested his elbows on the arms of his chair. He was leaving me here to hang in front of Imperator, bastard.

“O-oh of course not!” I laughed, panic bubbling in my chest before I started to babble. “Cardinal Copia was helping me with my translation work, he is very dutiful and attentive whenever I need help with my Latin skills. He is a very good friend!”

The three others in the room all had various looks of disbelief. Sister Imperator had one eyebrow lifted, her head tilted just barely, and the look on her face read that she didn’t believe a word at all. Terzo’s face was quirked with a funny sort of smirk, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was trying to decipher something. Papa looked at me with warmth in his eyes before looking over at the other male in the room. Copia’s face was the most troublesome. 

The only way to describe it was blank, nothing on his face gave his reaction away. His eyes however..oh they spoke of my undoing. His mismatched eyes were filled with unbridled fury. They were locked on mine and I knew I would be paying for that comment. The tension in the room could have been cut with a wooden blade.

“Yes well, Sister, Papa and I have a meeting with the Cardinal. I’m sure you have some work to do elsewhere…” Imperator trailed off, gesturing to the Latin notes in my lap and on the desk.

“Yes of course, thank you Cardinal. I’ll see myself out.” I mumbled, cheeks flushed red as both men watched me gather my things quickly and scamper from the room.

As I turned to shut the door behind me, Copia’s eyes locked with mine and a chill ran down my spine. Oh I was so fucked later.

…

I spent the rest of my working hours in the library, partly hiding from Copia but also working on my various translation projects. It wasn’t till one of the other sisters who worked in the library came to drag me to dinner did I even know what time it was. 

Our big formal dinners at the abbey were always noisy, especially when Papa was home with the ghouls. Tables were laid out family style and siblings mingled together with the Ghouls. I actually forgot I had been avoiding Copia and managed to forget myself, smiling while laughing at the ghoul’s antics at the table. Mashed potatoes had been flung lightly at another sibling and I let my eyes drift towards the head table where Copia sat with the older Papas and Sister Imperator. 

The Cardinal wasn’t looking at me, clearly in a deep conversation with Primo and Nihil. Just as I was about to look away his eyes drifted to me. At first his face seemed to soften but then his posture changed and I could see the dark look return to his face. Before I could even think what that could mean, Terzo slid into the seat next to me. I turned to him with a polite smile and slid my gaze away from Copia. Ah, he was still sour over being interrupted.

“Sorella, how is your supper?” Terzo spoke, his voice low and syrupy. I leaned closer to him so I’d be able to hear him over the din of the dining room. He clicked his wine glass against mine and we drained our glasses together. “I hope dear Aether is not bothering you.”

“No, of course not Papa.” I smiled at him as he reached over to refill my wine glass with the bottle on our table. “It’s nice to have you all home for a change, even if it's only a quick stop. It’s been so quiet here without the ghouls.”

“It is very nice to hear you say that, Tesoro.” He teased, my cheeks flushing as I sipped my wine glass. “I too have been sick for home.”

“Do you mean homesick?” I chucked, wine flushing my cheeks even more. I hadn’t eaten much that day and I was drinking more wine than I had for a long time, feeling I needed liquid courage to get me through this. I could feel eyes on Terzo and I, deep down I knew it wasn’t another sibling who was locked on us.

“Ah yes, homesick! My English is sometimes not so good, even more after a few bottles of wine.” Terzo laughed, a loud belly laugh that caused more than a few siblings to look at us. I smiled at him but felt the heat gathering on my face. “What you say, Sorella? Care to join me for a nightcap some time?”

“P-papa?” I sputtered as I looked around me to see if anyone was paying attention to us. The other siblings were fully distracted by the rambunctious ghouls, none of them looking in our direction. “I-I don’t understand.”

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost | Gentle Touches

A stolen soft moment with Cardinal Copia turns anything but gentle in the end

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sex (duh), Swearing (but now in Italian!), some fluff, all 3 papas show up at one point LOL

A/N: This one is full of fluffy moments but also smut so yay lol. This is also going to be posted to AO3 in a little bit, in case you’d rather read it over there.

Also I love how much other people are loving these little PWPs, it means a lot to me that people are commenting and sharing. Makes the staying up late (11pm is late okay?? I am old now, with a full time job and kids T^T) so worth it!!

Here is the AO3 link for those who prefer to read on AO3!

“Sister, the Cardinal is asking for you.”

I looked up from the large dusty tome I had been skimming, looking for a particular ritual Primo had asked me about the day prior, he said it was to help with the vegetables in the greenhouse. A younger sister smiled at me, leaning around the bookcase to my table.

“Yes, of course, thank you.” I reached for my habit, tucking my hair away again. “Did he mention what he needed me for?”

“I’m sorry, no. He just said to have you see him in his office.” She shrugged before slipping away, no doubt leaving the warm library that I called home. 

Packing up a few folders of translations and sections of sermons Cardinal Copia had asked me to look at after our last meeting, I pushed my work into the nearby filing cabinet and locked it behind me. Humming to myself I wandered from the library, down various hallways before ending up in the administrative office wing. His personal office door, large and ornately carved, was closed. I knocked twice before I heard him speak.

“Venire, er, come in!”

Cardinal Copia’s office was once a rather good sized space however since he had taken over the office became more cramped. The entire wall to the left was bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling, all his personal collection. In the center of the wall on the right was a large fireplace, a small fire crackling happily in the October chill, on either side of the fireplace were more bookshelves. 

He had two armchairs seated in front of the fireplace with a small side table between them. On the table was a small tray with a decanter of his favorite whiskey and two glasses, ready for whenever he was hosting a guest. His desk was in the center of the room, a large dark wood that was carved much like the door into the office. The surface was practically covered in books, papers, scrolls, and many other knickknacks from his travels. Across from the desk was a pair of chairs, both with plush and welcoming cushions. 

Today Copia was dressed in his black cassock, his biretta sitting on top of a stack of books on his desk. His gloves were also off, which was rare in a public setting like this, and were laid on top of his hat. My eyes drifted to the papers he was writing and I saw his hands were slightly ink stained, as he preferred to use a calligraphy pen rather than a normal one.

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” I smiled, sitting as he gestured to the seats in front of his desk. “The junior sister let me know that you had been asking for me. Is there something I can help you with? I brought the papers we had been working on…”

Copia didn’t speak right away, instead he stood and walked over to peek out of the door into the hallway. He closed the door softly, the lock clicking while my heart rate jumped up. Ah, that’s why he had been asking for me. I felt him hesitantly place his hand on the back of the chair. His fingers just barely brushing against my shoulder, a small shiver ran down my spine as I turned to look back at his mismatched gaze. There was so much longing in his eyes sometimes it took my breath away. 

“I-I just wanted to see you…” He mumbled, a slight pink blush spreading on his face. His fingers slipped under my habit and I felt his fingers toy with one of my curls. A smile broke out on my face, leaning into his touch as his other hand came to settle on my shoulder, massaging the muscles gently.

“I missed you too, Copia.” My hand came up to rest on his as I turned to smile at him. His cheeks flushed when I spoke his name, we both were used to referring to each other by title. I knew he loved it when I called him his name when it was just us.

His hand slipped from under my habit, pulling it off my head and tossing it onto his desk. I felt his hand come to cup my cheek as he came to stand in front of me, slightly leaning against his desk. I leaned into his touch, heart beating steadily in my chest as a warm feeling spread through my whole body. He took the papers from my lap and tossed them on the desk before leaning down and kissing me softly. My heart soared, beating wildly in my chest, as I felt his fingers brush softly against the skin of my cheek. He pulled away and I felt like I was floating slightly, my eyes fluttering slightly as the cardinal’s gaze locked with mine. 

“Cosi Bella…” He murmured before pulling me up into his arms, I squealed slightly before our lips met again. His hands were on my waist as he turned us, pinning me to the desk with his hips.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as our kisses became more frantic. His tongue brushed against my own as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I moaned quietly, fingers curling into his hair as his tongue coaxed mine into his own mouth. He teased mine, sucking slightly on it and I felt my knees wobble like I was a virginal sister all over again. His hands left my hips to bracket my body as he leaned against me, fingers gripping the wood tightly. 

“Cardinal…” I groaned quietly, my head falling to the side and offering my neck to him as I caught my breath. He rolled his hips into mine and I could feel how hard he was already. He kissed my sensitive neck softly, skillfully nipping and sucking on the exact spots that made my body thrum. “We shouldn’t…”

“I’ve missed you…” He echoed himself into my skin, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the rumble of his voice causing a shudder to run through my body. 

“What if someone hears…” I couldn’t even finish what I was saying, a gasp slipping from my lips as his fingers curled around the hem of my robes. His bare hands were a rare treat against my thighs as he slipped a hand between us.

“They will not say anything.” Copia murmured, his knee pressing between my legs and pushing them apart. “The Papas are in a meeting with Seestor, they will be occupied for quite some time.”

His hand slipped to brush against the damp spot on my underwear, and I bit my lip to stop the moan from spilling out. My head fell forward, burying his neck. I closed my eyes, taking a deep steadying breath and tried to bookmark his scent for later. It was of old parchment, leather, and his very traditional Italian aftershave. I pressed light kisses to the little exposed skin of his neck before I got frustrated and leaned back to start unbuttoning his cassock. He paused and undid the buttons, his fingers skilled and faster than mine. 

Once they were undone to his waist, he slipped his arms from the sleeves, letting the robes pool at his waist. He only wore a white under tank top, along with a pair of suspenders, as he frequently told me the heavy wool would make him overheat even in the dead of winter. I smiled warmly at him as I slid back onto the desk, hiking up my skirts and letting him step between my legs. My hands pressed against his chest and I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my hand, my own heart thrumming away. His mismatched eyes locked on mine and we both blushed, a small giggle slipping from my lips. 

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Okay so no one sought out my desperation in my last post but that’s fine. I’ll reblog it after this so you guys (nonexistent people) can catch up but the gist is that my bsf of five years hasn’t been very communicative w me abt making plans but she’s able to make plans w this other person who I’ve expressed my dislike to her. Anyways A LOT HAPPENED SO BUCKLE UP.

So over the summer we have texted periodically and she texted me one night saying she had to tell me something. I had been asleep so when I read the message in the morning I was freaking out cause I was like omg this is the most I’ve gotten out of her. For once she’s texting me first. So ofc I start spamming her, wondering what it is. And she texts later saying she’s in a relationship. I am in shock. This is the last thing I would expect for her to say. Idk I guess it’s just surreal when you both complain abt how you want partners and then once one of you has one it’s like… hello? The complaints were a joke??

But anyways, I’m like omg who is it, have you kissed yet, what was the first date like, HAVE YOU DONE THE DEED?? She didn’t answer any of those questions and just laughed. But ig I didn’t care abt those answers bc she tells me THAT I KNOW THEM. So I’m confused cause we’ve talked abt how much we hate everyone at school (I’m still in high school) and that we would never date anyone there. As I’m thinking, one moment pops into my head. The person that I don’t like jokingly but not really admitted to having feelings for my friend, so I was like no. Like, it can’t be.

So I’m like, “is it ___?” And she starts laughing, avoiding the question. And I know I have my answer. Now I’m in even more shock cause what???? Like you never expressed any kind of romantic feelings towards them. What is going on. Did fucking he’ll freeze over? So now I’m a little pissed cause like, out of every person at school? Them? Really? And I’ll admit I was kind of a dick. I only responded w “ok” and left it at that. But the next day I apologized and told her I was happy for her and that she was in a relationship now cause what the fuck. Life isn’t real atm.

So after all of that a couple weeks later I wanted to be able to hangout w her before school started. I asked her if she was free that weekend and she said yes. I told her a DATE AND TIME and she CONFIRMED SHE WAS AVAILABLE. Of-fucking-course the day of she’s like “oh I forgot to tell you that my dad wants to take me to Worlds of Fun tonight” and I was like oh okay that’s fine cause night isn’t until like 8 so we have plenty of time. And she was like “oh not night sorry I meant around 2 or 3.” 2 OR 3?? GIRL WHAT. HOW DO YOU THINK OF 2 IN THE AFTERNOON AND SAY “oh that’s night definitely.” Like sis… look outside.

SO LIKE A GOOD FUCKING FRIEND I WORK AROUND IT. I was like “that’s fine you can come over early like 11.” AND THE BITCH SAYS “my dad wants to make me breakfast in the morning.”

…

What. The. Fuck.

Breakfast. In the morning.

IS THIS YOIR DADS LAST DAY ALIVE OR SOMETHING? DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT HE COULD LITERALLY MAKE BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING OR HELL AT A DIFFERENT TIME IN THE DAY??? IVE HAD BREAKFAST FOR DINNER AND LET ME TELL YOU THERES NO DIFFERENT FEELING. Oh my god just relaying the info is making me livid.

I forgot to mention that the day before I was hanging out w another friend who’s also friends w my bsf. And she was talking abt how she kept texting her if she was free and how my bsf said she’ll “check her schedule” and then she never responds. Ig I should be grateful that she’s even telling me that she isn’t available rather than just ghosting me. Anyways, my other friend was also talking to me abt how she sees my bsf and the person I don’t like hanging out on their BeReal’s.

That set me off.

I was like how the fuck are you gonna say to me that you can’t hangout when YOU ARE HANGING OUT W A PERSON I DONT LIKE? And I understand. You want to be as close to your partner as you can be. You just got together. You’re being all lovey dovey. I would prob do the same thing too. But it’s the fact that she’s able to make time for THEM BUT NOT ME. And after she texted me abt how she couldn’t hangout THE DAY OF, she was talking abt how she’s trying to make things work and shit. Like after everything you got away w, I don’t believe anything you’re saying.

Me and my mom are like besties. So obviously she knows everything and she was like “you need to talk to her face to face” cause my mom caught me crying abt the situation. I was just excited to finally see her and then she pulls this shit, ofc I’m gonna be upset. Plus I was on my period so that didn’t help. But I was like you’re right and so I wrote some talking points down (if you haven’t done that before a confrontation or serious talk I recommend bc it’s very helpful) and texted her that we needed to talk. And she was like abt what and I was like our friendship and then she was like r we good and I was abt to say no we aren’t fucking good but I didn’t and said yeah.

So we were supposed to have dinner after practice (we’re both on the tennis team and GUESS WHO GOT ME TO PLAY: FUCKING HER) TODAY and I hadn’t heard anything from her so I asked before practice started if we were still going to dinner and she was like I couldn’t take off work. So that ruined my day and I literally did not want to look at her, speak to her, nothing.

Now, idk what to do. Because if I try to find another day where she’s free it’s just gonna drag it out longer to the point where it won’t even matter anymore. Part of me wants her to know how she’s made me feel. She really hurt my feelings on Saturday and I want her to know that. But at the same time, I’ve tried reaching out and trying to fix things, but she just won’t meet me halfway. I’m thinking that maybe she should be demoted to friend at school. I’m done wasting my time trying to hangout when I could be hanging out w other friends who are MORE THAN HAPPY to do stuff w me.

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#5

fun fact: for danny fenton to be a 14 year old freshman in high school now, he would not have been alive during the series' original runtime

38 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#4

just watched the new she hulk episode. where'd matt's sad bisexual swag go

51 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

danny is the only real halfa send tweet

“now parker,” you may be crying, “that simply isn’t true! what about vlad and danielle?”

well be prepared! because i am about to tell you!

you may also be asking “gee parker, why the fuck do you care?”

well dear reader, it’s because i’m a nerd

anyways

so, the only real definition canon gives us for what a halfa is when poindexter calls danny “half a ghost, half alive”

that’s paraphrased but you get the picture

so, let’s define the concept of being alive

the astrobiology section of nasa’s website says that for something to be truly and scientifically considered alive, it must have “cellular organization, the ability to reproduce, growth & development, energy use, homeostasis, response to their environment, and the ability to adapt”

i’ll admit that there is no way of proving a couple of these because there isn’t an episode where they show us if danny would still be able to adapt after getting electrocuted, but i’m going to take a wild guess and say yeah probably

but how do we go about defining ghost in the context of the series?

i’m going to ignore butch hartman’s shitty definition as well as i ignore the rest of his terrible ideas because stfu about your “monsters from another dimension” headcanon, poindexter and desiree and the dairy king were all definitely alive at some point

so let’s use the actual literal merriam-webster definition

ghost : a disembodied soul–especially the soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world or to appear to the living in bodily likeness

so it basically means the metaphorical heart, soul, and consciousness of a dead human being taking the form of their own body

(they are dead. they have died. they were alive at some point, but they are not anymore. remember that, it’s important to my argument)

halfas don’t have a definition because they aren’t real and aren’t a widespread concept and canon doesn’t really give us one aside from poindexter’s comment, so i’m going to make one up

halfas are essentially creatures that are both dead and alive at the same time. they are schrodinger’s species, neither human nor ghost, but rather both of them occurring at the same time. they need to fit the criteria for being alive AND for being dead.

so basically if the definitions for being alive and for being a ghost don’t apply to them at the same time, they aren’t a halfa

feel free to contest this definition since i thought of all of this on my 20 minute walk home, but i think it’s sound enough for now

looking at it, however, only one of the 3 canon halfas can fit this description: danny

all the halfas came about in different ways, but i’m going to start at the beginning for format’s sake

vlad is typically what we consider to be the first halfa, which is only semi-true

yes, he was the first canon character to have any sort of whatever in the same ballpark as danny, but he doesn’t meet the qualifications for a halfa

vlad got his powers from getting ectoacne after getting slapped with energy from the mini prototype portal

we don’t really get as detailed an explanation for the timeframe between vlad being hospitalized and vlad mastering his powers, but i think it’s pretty safe to assume he didn’t turn into a ghost instantly like danny did

he also says that it took him years to master his powers and figure out what they all were, while it only took danny a little over a year at most

this is a long winded way of saying that vlad did not necessarily die

vlad’s powers are, for lack of a better word, an infection, something that is part of him that he cannot get rid of, but will eventually consume and possibly kill him

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i think my obsession with secret identity reveals stemmed from watching that one episode of wordgirl where everyone in the town except for wordgirl and her friend are mind controlled and she punches a star through a brick wall to save him as a kid

100 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

!!!!!! his necklace is the star of david

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damn go crazy thank you so much abby. this got long so

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

cop out answer but 1. my mom and my sister but like truly I do not think I would be anywhere near the person I am today without them. and when I had nobody (often) I always had them god bless 2. pinterest. just everything about it. it inspired me to join tumblr. It shaped my humor. it taught me to cook. it kept me busy. it raised me more than my father. no joke. 3. I didn’t want to have another person answer but my oldest and dearest friend [readcted] she’s like a year and a half older than me and we grew up three houses down from one another and hung out all the time and I cannot recall a time in my life when I didn’t look up to her. she was always such an inspiration to be the most confident and real version of myself. I don’t see her as much anymore bc college but to this day when I’m worried I said something horrible I always ask myself “what would [redacted] think if she heard I said that?” And it’s not even like I’m putting her up on a pedestal she really is just one of the most amazing human beings I’ve ever met in my life

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

HUSTLERS 2019 ocean’s 8 and the goonies 

what made you start your blog?

I was really into skam and pinterest wasn’t cutting it anymore so I started lurking then actually liking posts then reblogging then posting and. here we are.

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

best part is all the people I’ve met and the friends I’ve made I love you all so sincerely sometimes it feels as if my heart could explode. worst is having to block twenty million tags and phrases to avoid t*ylor sw*ft and h*rry styles. and having to see the most abysmal takes known to man from my own MUTAULS no less. love y’all regardless it’s okay when you do it

what scares you the most and why?

well. first of all getting shots because holy shit keep needles out of my body. and a more philosophical answer is being a bad person without even realizing it

would you say you’re an emotional person?

oh my god yeah. I used to consider myself a logical person in like middle school and I look back at that and I’m like what the hell were you talking about. I make every decision with my heart and honestly like half the time I feel like my emotions are so big they could explode out of my body. lol.

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

aliens yes absolutely. they’re out there and they’re so real. they are the teeniest tiniest bacteria ever and little green men and beings as big as the moon i truly to believe that. ghosts? no unless I get literally thrown across a room.

what do you do when you’re sad?

take a shower listening to my silly little music. never fails. also helps to put on a fancy dress. idk.

any pet peeves?

girl where do I even start. obviously slow walkers I’m a fast bitch. chewing with your mouth open. pronouncing frustrating as “fustrating” men speaking in philosophy class. people looking at my phone over my shoulder. people not using their sleeves to open doors (this one is actually ridiculous but you don’t know who touched that fucking door handle what is wrong with you). saying jokes I literally saw online and claiming them as your own who do you think you’re fooling. off pitch singing just do not fucking sing #chiorkid. coughing into your hand like I bet you went and touched a door handle afterwards huh. when people pull out their phone (without a reason) when you’re in the middle of talking to them like okay. condescension. I could go on but I’ll stop.

hopefully I didn’t take any and this took a lot of time so sorry but I had fun so thank you again!!!

#mwah mwah mwah #abby💌

[fyeahghosttrick]

Ghost Swap - how to post

June 19th is the big day! For the widest possible understanding of “June 19th”. Follow the time zone of your heart. Whenever it’s June 19th somewhere in the world.

Here’s the deal:

   Post your  work (or works, if you made extra treats!) AT ANY POINT OF JUNE 19TH, any time zone.

   You are free to crosspost  your work anywhere or even post somewhere else (for example, a fic on  AO3, fanart on deviantArt) and have your Tumblr post be a link to it. All I need is the  existence of a post on Tumblr and no additional logins required in order  to access the work (for example, no links to friend-locked dreamwidth posts)

   Tag your recipient, #ghost trick, #ghost swap in addition to whatever else you tag your stuff with

   @ your recipient and maybe acknowledge the exchange in the work’s  description. Anything conveying the general sentiment of “made for  @recipient for @fyeahghosttrick‘s Ghost Swap exchange” would be nice. If you want to say what the prompt was, that’s cool too.

   FOR THE PROLIFIC TREATERS: please don’t let Tumblr eat your work. Any tag only shows 3 of your posts per day; when you post another one, the oldest one won’t be featured anymore. If you plan to post more than 3 works, I recommend to post your personal masterlist as a separate post after them so that’ll stay in the tag! If you don’t want to do that, give me a shout so I’ll know to look through your blog for FYGT’s closing ceremonies

It  should go without saying, but please show appreciation for your gift -  and for any other work that catches your eye! Likes, reblogs, comments,  if you like a work make yourself be heard!

@cherryflavdluv @rookiebotwx78 @siverwrites @playghosttrick @ravensa @guccisystem @redwoodrroad @mitsubachiaria @arbuthnotblob @glowing-gravity @yunalystelle @paperweight-jellyfish @ace-cyclic @katecattus @emeraldfox11 @mrkanman @azurefishnets @phantriicks @stareofsilver @dapskie @raygirlramblings @dreamdancerdotfile @shibasquish @laughingmango

#ghost swap #mod post

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Cuddles

Tumblr...why..I just want to hug Xiao. 

Yes, I do :D I needed a quick pick me up from that angst post so time for some fluff [even tho I feel like this still ended with a tiny bit of angst]. I kinda made this a part 2 to my other Xiao Hcs of him falling in love  [link for that is here]

I’m not sure if you wanted HCs or a fic so I just went with my usual style of doing both.

Just to note: If you request for two people I’ll only do HCs. But if you request for one, I’ll add a tiny fic below [ignore the fact I forgot to do this with Diluc aha]

Also I just wanted to say thanks for all your positive comments, asks, and reblogs. I can’t reply to them all and I don’t want to fill my board up with the same posts, but I do read them and you’re all so sweet 💕 Don’t worry I see you👀

Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 7: First Kiss

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9:  String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10:  [ Fainting ]

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Xiao: Cuddles

He’s a stiff board inside and out. He’s never even hugged someone let alone initiated something as intimate as cuddling. Besides, wouldn’t you want to cuddle up to something soft that hasn’t killed thousands of demons? He knows there are dogs at the inn, so why are you asking him? He doesn’t understand the appeal.

He never initiates in the beginning. The thought had never crossed his mind until you suddenly fell asleep on him one day. He immediately stiffened and cut whatever he was trying to say off. His eyes darted to you as he sat still, unsure of what to do. Should he let you continue to sleep? Maybe he should move you into the inn? He doubts his shoulder is comfortable.

As his thoughts calm down so does his body. He scolds himself for overreacting but there’s a new emotion that starting to cling onto him. He looks over at your peaceful look as his finger’s start to curl.

He’ll slowly inch his hand next to yours. He doesn’t mind his sense of comfort and having you lay on him. He want’s more, just a tiny bit more. His finger tips ghost over yours and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

But as soon as he see’s you stir and about to wake up, he snatches his hand back and vanishes from sight. You end up falling and hitting your head as your wake up alarm.

Feelings? Communication? Never heard of her. When you’re sitting on the railing he barely register’s what you’re saying. He wants to badly link your hands together or hold you. To feel that sense of comfort again. You don't notice but he looks at you as his hands reach down behind you, about to hold your hand, before flinching away and returning to his side. Another day he promises.

Almond Tofu is one of the few human foods he enjoys. That dish tastes just like the "dreams" he used to devour. Sometimes he feels that maybe he is dreaming and hasn’t decided to eat it yet.

Xiao is a man of few words. If you’re ever feeling tired he’ll tell you to lay down and rest beside him. If you make a comment that it’s cold outside he’ll lie down next to you even as the tips of his ears start to pink. It’s because it’s cold outside he’ll say.

Starts off as the big spoon and ends as the little. He’s really gentle since he doesn’t want to accidently harm you. When he fights he doesn’t hold back so the collateral damage is hard to avoid. So when he moves his arms around you, it’s barely an embrace. He much rather have you take the reins and bask in your presence.

The sun is just peeking over the horizon when Xiao opens his eyes. He’s a bit disoriented since he usually never sleeps so it takes him a bit to get his bearings. He hears you softly breathing above him and reminds himself that everything is fine, there aren’t any demons here. He takes a moment to remember how your arms feel around him before carefully detaching them as he begins to sit up.

It was still spring so it wasn’t too chilly but he still laid the blue and red sleeve that he usually had wrapped around his left arm around you. You seem so peaceful and he catches himself staring again, he has to remind himself that his stare makes you uncomfortable.  

You’ve been travelling across Liyue for some time now. Barely able to stay at the inn before you have to wander off again. Maybe his loneliness is starting to make him seek your attention more? To keep you with him for a few seconds longer. Or maybe he should go with you? Instead of waiting for your return.

Your body shifts a tiny bit to his presence and the lack of warmth. He panics a bit, not sure what to do before offering you his hand, which you hold onto and settle back into sleep. He knows he shouldn’t, mortal souls aren’t as strong as adepti. But at the same time, he’s already crossed that line a long time ago. He’s been contract-bound for over a thousand years and this is the first time he can do something for himself. He’s scared to take that leap. To break routine.

“What are you doing to me?” he softly wonders as he gently pushes the hair out of your face. He wants to whisper in your ear and how he wishes you could be here.

Instead of leaving before you wake up and going for a walk like he usually does to clear his mind, he quietly lies back down beside you as he stares up at the leaves of the trees. He’s been in this position before, late at night alone but now you’re beside him this time. His head fills with thoughts but he can’t seem to remember what any of them are.

Even if this is a dream, he wants to stay in it. Just for a few more minutes, he tells himself as he closes his eyes and falls asleep beside you.

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[digisims2]

Since today I've seen multiple reblogs of people's blogs randomly being deleted here I'd like to remind people that there are other blogging site options than just tumblr! I apologize if this sounds condescending but seriously, if you want your content to stay available it's always a good idea to have copy of it elsewhere too, just the same way as you should provide mirror links to your downloads so if one site happens to be down/goes belly up there’s still another source for your content. I listed few options under the read more so this won't be such a long post on anyone's dashboard.

Some options:

Going back to older blogging platforms like Dreamwidth or Blogger

Making account at Waterfall social (which is a ghost town but like, it wouldn't be a ghost town if more people joined it....)

Returning to forum format such as simply posting to GoS or setting up your own forum if you don't like the rules/atmosphere there.

Then there were those adult competitors that popped up back when Tumblr banned n*pples (newTumbl and some other one I think?) but I can't talk anything about how good or bad they are since I never joined them.

Mirroring your tumblr to Wordpress is also an option, you can even do it automatically, here's a tutorial for how to do that.

Making account in Pillowfort social (Security is questionable but use a throwaway email account and different password than anywhere else and you'll be fine if shits hit the fan)

Point being: you don't have to and shouldn't stick with only tumblr, you can have alternative blog elsewhere where you also post your content. Yeah sure, it's a hassle to do it twice but if something happens to your tumblr then at least you still have that backup and won't lose everything.

Also: if tumblr deletes my blogs (this one or Digitalangels) I won't even bother to argue with them, I'll just move on to posting exclusively to Pillowfort and GoS and give up on this blue hellsite for good, my posts are already mirrored to Wordpress and/or Pillowfort so nothing will be lost. Though I post so rarely nowadays that nobody would probably even notice me being gone anyway lol.

#long post #I wish people would just collectively agree to leave this site already....