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punkeropercyjackson · 2 days

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Gwen:Hobie's been teaching me how to make things and he calls it 'Diy or Die' so from now on i'm not buying anything that's not from thrift stores.I'm NOT dying and diy is fun as hell anyway

Miguel:I don't think that's what that means-

Gwen:DIY OR DIE!!!!!!!!!DO YOU HEAR ME?NO DEAD GWEN,ONLY DIY GWEN!

Miguel:OKAY OKAY SHOCK,DIY NO DIE GWEN!!!!You look like a walking elementary art and crafts project anyway so suit yourself

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literalite · 3 months

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ok i bought lord huron tickets for later this month as a treat to myself soo me and @itsmariejanel were ranking all their songs in a tier list. here's my rankings lmk if u think im right or wrong

#the yawning grave is actually my favourite song overall i think? like it has such a gravity to it #love like ghosts meet me in the woods and never ever are runners ups #im not like super accustomed to/in love with the sound from the long lost album still but im going on a listening binge so im super familia #by the time i see them live #seph.txt

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americana709 · 6 months

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DCxDP

Cuando los antiguos se enteraron de que Clockwork había encontrado una forma de jugar con el bebé fantasma sin que el los eche de su guarida inmediatamente siguieron su ejemplo.

Danny no entiende porque un día los otros Antiguos comenzaron a mandarlo a misiones ¡demonios! ¡ni siquiera sabe porque lo envían a él! ¿¡no que lo querían muerto!?

No es que realmente le importe, las misiones son realmente divertidas de cumplir.

Desde recuperar técnicas de combate amazónicas pérdidas.

Evitar la extinción de una planta que convenientemente se uso para medicina unos cien años después.

Y evitar que un artefacto que causa desastres naturales termine en las manos de los humanos

Hasta el momento su favorita fue cuando tuvo que irrumpir en una de las galas de la Liga de la Justicia y lanzar les polvo de 'vete a dormir' a la Batifamilia mientras grita "¡¡POR EL NOMBRE DE NOCTURNE, DUERMAN CARAJO!!"

Es divertido y entretenido ¡y la mejor parte es que después de cada misión cumplirá con éxito Clockwork le da una de sus magníficas galletas que le ayudaban a dormir!

La Liga de la Justicia sigue bastante curiosa por este extraño adolescente Inmortal que aparece en diferentes momentos de la historia y ayuda/arregla en momentos de completamente aleatorios, ahora ¿que necesidad había para mandar a dormir a la Batifamilia de esa forma? ¿Quien carajos es Nocturne? ¿Y por qué Constantine y Zatanna no paran de reírse?

#baby ghost danny #danny phantom #Clockwork #Nocturne #Undergrowth #Pandora #Vortex #Todos querían jugar con el bebé #Este bebé resulta ser Danny #Nocturne mandó a Danny a que duerma a esa familia de héroes furry's que llevan semanas sin dormir #Danny: ¡estas misiones deben ser de vital importancia para la supervivencia del mundo!#Los antiguos: ¡estamos jugando con el bebé!#Constantine y Zatanna nunca se alegraron tanto de asistir a estas aburridas galas #¡el maldito bebé de los antiguos mandó a dormir a Batman y a su familia en el nombre de uno de sus padres!#¡esto es hilarante!#Y adorable #Danny fue adoptado por antiguos super poderosos y ni siquiera lo sabe

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satashiiwrites · 11 months

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Lockdown 2023

Dear Readers,

I’m sorry to say but I’ve just had to put everything on AO3 locked to signed in users only. I apologize in advance for the inconvenience it causes.

Why am I doing this?

Well, someone decided to copy and paste pages and pages of my work and then take another person’s work and copy and paste pages of their story, change a few names here and there, add maybe a couple of sentences, steal more sentences from a third person and well….

They said to a friend who pointed out that this was wrong that it was their right to do so because it was transformative and fanfiction is inherently plagiarism anyway, so it was alright for them to use my work as well as the other two writers.

They didn’t ask me if they could borrow my words.

They didn’t credit me.

They are matching up my version/headcanon of a character with someone that’s pretty much a NOTP for me at the worst of times and a dull side character with a weird romance option at their best. I don’t go here but everyone else is more than welcome to, just leave me out of it.

One of the other writers they took from is also a dear friend. They feel terrible that they tried to be friendly and welcoming someone to a small, niche fandom where a lot of us writers all vaguely know the others either through friends or friends of friends. Their welcome was taken advantage of and that really is almost worse than having my words taken without my permission.

I get that fandom has become more permissive of things like AI and assistive writing tools. I understand that all of us are in the process of becoming better writers through our writing—but I don’t stand for taking someone else’s words, copying them into a new document and then calling them your own, not giving credit or not bothering to link to the source. To me that is plagiarism. It’s not writing your own fic. It’s not transforming it into something better.

So, I’m putting my writing in the AO3 equivalent of tamper proof packaging. My words have already been stolen and it wasn’t even by something like an AI bot. This doesn’t feel like winning to do this—it feels almost antithetical. I’ve always had a policy that if you want to leave a critique or something negative you need to have your username attached but now I’m saying you can’t read it unless you’re signed in… which yeah.

This isn’t me winning. This is me trying to protect what’s left. I suspect it’s also useless to do so, but it’s the only option I feel I have.

I apologize to those that can’t access my works anymore. Please sign up for a free AO3 account—it’s worth it for more than just my writing. You can subscribe to authors/works in progress and make bookmarks—great benefits in my opinion.

Thank you for your time and for reading this,

Satashii aka satashiiwrites, 26th of May, 2023

#mass effect andromeda #mreyder #family familia ‘ohana #sleepless in la #eddie diaz ain’t ‘fraid of no ghost #the first spectre #bradley the damned #mana’olana #firefighter!derek au series #death rebirth and the jackal #an andromeda tale #the outlaw and the cartel boss #reinventing scott #promise me you won’t let me #all my other works not listed here #plagarism #AO3 #my writing

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patar-fuifui · 1 year

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Wait wait huh?? What other ghost stories do u have

I actually have one from when we moved into our current house towards the end of 2012

I remembered that me & my sisters were all together at the breakfast table and there was a wooden rotating column for the salt & pepper shakers at the center of the table.

That thing suddenly started... spinning on its own.

We looked at each other, questioning if any of us had touched it and to our horror none of us did.

We all screamed.

Our mom was nearby and she came running towards us asking what happened, but she got mad when we told her the thing moved on its own djshshs

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I think it's multiple ghosts in the house. One of them for some reason loves to steal small things- especially socks.

*I forgot to mention that same week I was home alone, I also heard RUNNING footsteps in the hallway at night. Immediately made me go "NOPE"

But none of them haven't done anything bad, but I don't wanna mess with them to find out ovo"

#patar speaks #smolnsalty #spooky things #ghost stories #these were the most memorable experiences that had happened to me & my familia #i know freaky shits been happening at my big sis's place #from what she tells me omo

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16magnolias · 2 years

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Encantober Day 7: Donkey

CW: Depictions of Grief and Depression

Summary: Alejandro makes some harsh judgments and finally comes to an important realization.

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It did not take long for Alejandro’s bitterness to lose its edge. He had always been a compassionate man, and remained so in death. But although his anger abated and his bitterness fell away, there was left a small, hardened, self-righteous part of him that remained quietly indignant with his wife, the Madrigals, and the entire town.

It pained him to see Lucía hurting, and yet – he judged her, because watching her lose herself and ignore their daughter hurt him. He knew it was wrong even as he thought it, but he believed that had he experienced the same tragedy as she, he would not lose himself as she did. He would never ignore the cries of their child.

And yet, his judgment of her actions – or inaction - was softened by the magnitude of his love for her.

The Madrigals, though, and their relationship to the town, to the villagers in the Encanto – his judgment of them remained. It was without animosity or hostility; it was detached, but it was harsh. For the first time, he felt as dead emotionally as he was physically. Now feeling nothing but a sort of numb disinterest, he watched them all with a clinical eye, entirely for the purpose of piecing together the true state of affairs of the Encanto and its leading family. There was something rotten in the state of Denmark.

After watching the family for days, he came to a conclusion:

They were all donkeys, in their own ways.

All beasts of burden. And all extremely stubborn.

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Check out the rest on AO3

Thanks for reading. :)

#encantober #donkey #cw: injury #cw: death #ghost oc #cw: depression #cw: grief #its just touched on but its there #bruno madrigal #la familia madrigal

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robynarok-pics · 3 months

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The Ghost

22-jan-2024

#robyn #lovely #ghost #sis #familia #fantasy #fantasma

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random-cryptid · 1 year

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Pensa em 3 personagens ficticios e escreve o que você mais gosta sobre cada um deles na sua língua nativa!! 🤗

AY DIOS VALE A VER,,,

• Las Hermanas Sanderson (sí, las voy a poner juntas porque honestamente, vienen en un pack): Primero que todo. Me encanta el diseño de las tres (también es verdad que este soy yo cuando Sarah Jessica Parker aparece en cualquier sitio, la verdad JAJSJAJA) 😭🫶. Y tienen personalidades tan diferentes y la forma en la que se relacionan entre sí me resulta graciosa qhdjwhdje en fin las quiero mucho.

• Raine Whispers, de La Casa Búho: ¡Representación no binaria YIPPIE! Me parece un personaje muy interesante con muchos puntos fuertes (su magia estando relacionada con la música especialmente), y su diseño es muy bonito. He de decir que empecé a ver la serie por elle JAJSJAJA.

• Wilbur y Edna Turnblad (obvio les tenía que mencionar HAJDHAS): MIS PADRES /j No pero ahora en serio, me gusta mucho cómo se apoyan entre sí y cómo se nota que se quieren tanto y cómo quieren tanto a su hija también :'). Me parecen muy lindos juntos y Wilbur es señor muy gracioso también así que ya por eso me tiene ganado. Y Edna es simplemente maravillosa 😩.

#mención especial: el trío de los asesinatos #Oliver y Charles los viejos ever me encanta su relación y cómo prácticamente son las figuras paternas de Mabel #la trope de la familia elegida es una de mis favoritas #syld #asking the ghost #si quieres puedes hacer reblog a esto con tus personajes favoritos también!!!!

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graphicpolicy · 1 year

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Weekly Preview! Comics, Graphic Novels, and lots of Manga!

Weekly Preview! Comics, Graphic Novels, and lots of Manga! See what's coming to GPTV! #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel #manga

There are a lot of comics coming out every week to be covered. Check out some of what we’ll be reviewing and this is only the beginning! This week’s reviews include: Chicken Devils #3 (AfterShock) Demon Sword Master of Excalibur Academy Vol. 2 (Yen Press) The Executioner and Her Way of Life Vol. 2 (Yen Press) Hungry Ghost (First Second) I’m Quitting Heroing Vol. 2 (Yen Press) Is it Wrong…

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ceilidho · 2 months

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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 5; ghoap x reader) part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Give him blood and he’ll give you something new to chew on.

Except that isn’t the way it goes. Not this time at least.

He tries to talk Ghost out of it, but it falls on deaf ears. Blatantly ignored. The car barrels down the motorway under the cloak of night, a swell of stars overhead as the city falls farther behind. Radio shut off. Johnny thinks if Ghost had his way, the radio would’ve been pulled out entirely, just wires and an empty, black cavity in the dashboard, but it’s a rental.

And no one wants to deal with the paperwork involved in damaging military property. Not even Ghost.

Ghost won’t so much as glance over at him. Unaffected as ever, as if they didn’t just fuck. Johnny’s stomach hurts when he thinks about it. Even without her knowing, he’s broken his girl’s trust. Not for the first time; maybe not even the last. His guilt echoes not only that he let Ghost make him come, but that he liked it—that the buzz in his bones says do it again, please god, again, please let me come, I need to come, touch me, please—

He thinks about his girl, then turns to Ghost again.

In the pit of his stomach, Johnny knows this is wrong. In his rational mind, he knows it. If he were in a better place, he wants to think that he’d make a real attempt to change Ghost’s mind, maybe get him to turn around at the next gas station, but he can’t deny the excitement bubbling in his belly at the prospect of seeing his girl again after a week of nothing.

The silence has been eating away at him. Bits of his brain flaking away, moth-eaten. Checking his phone again and again to no new messages, getting the same voicemail message whenever he calls. Something flutters high in his chest, an itch he can’t scratch; it tells him to take off in the middle of the night, drive all the way back home and pound on her door until she’s forced to answer it, forced to talk to him face to face.

Again and again, he tries looking at it from her perspective—tries to empathize with her. What he would’ve done in her shoes had she allowed a coworker to grab his dick in front of a crowd of strangers. It’s more than fair, he thinks. His own shame leaks out of his pores in the middle of the night, sleeping on top of the covers because he sweats right through the sheets.

And yet, he keeps butting up against his own anger. Talk it out with me, yell at me, he growls into her voicemail, anger growing as the days pass one by one.

It’s the road that alerts him to their arrival into the city more than anything. More cracks in the asphalt, the car rattling over sewer depressions and potholes in a way that says home sweet home. Usually it’s a source of comfort, like seeing the silver lining on grey clouds or the iridescence in an oil spill, purples and greens catching the light. Not now. Now the road winds like descending into the underworld, each turn coming with a sinking feeling.

They park down the road from the flower shop, tucked just out of sight. A cool breeze wafts over his hot face when he steps out of the car. It nearly rocks him back. When he glances up, his heart stutters at the sight of her bedroom window, sealed tight now. Only cracked open during their sleepovers, when Johnny runs a bit too hot at night for them to sleep comfortably with the window closed.

“Should I…do ye want me to give her a call to wake her up?” Johnny asks tentatively, shutting the car door softly so as not to make a noise.

Ghost shakes his head. “We’ll let ourselves in.”

Johnny’s picked hundreds of locks in his time; he’s jimmied open doors with crowbars, set up explosive charges, used a good old fashioned ram from time to time—no stranger to the trade—but it feels decidedly uncomfortable with Ghost at his back, staring down at him as he breaks into his own girlfriend’s apartment.

“This is a bad idea,” he grumbles, turning the pick in the lock until he hears a familiar click inside.

Ghost doesn’t answer, just raps his knuckles against the back of Johnny’s head. A silent get a move on.

Her apartment looks the same but different when they enter it. His muscles remember the layout though. The pink couch in the living room with two dimpled pillows on either side, the footstool by the door, the stand with her shoes all piled in neat little rows, the vase on her kitchen island with a fresh new bundle of flowers, fragrant when he dips his head to take a whiff. He’s loved flowers ever since meeting his girl.

Ghost doesn’t try to muffle his footsteps for once. He rummages through her cabinets and drawers with all the finesse of a first time burglar looking to get caught. It smacks of intentionality. Johnny’s worked with him too many times in the field to know that if Ghost wanted to disappear into the darkness, he would. He’d be the thing creeping silently through the shadows, tread lighter than air, close enough to touch but never see.

So it’s more than deliberate when he noisily shuts a drawer. Baiting her out.

It’s no surprise when Johnny hears her creep around the corner from out of her bedroom. He’s tucked in the shadows of the living room, just out of the light, so he sees her first when she comes silently down the hall, whole body trembling with fear, the bat she keeps beside her bed drawn over a shoulder. Even her hands shake around the grip.

Of course she yelps when Johnny says her name, stepping out of the shadows, swinging wild. He winces when the bat smashes into a lamp, shattering it on impact.

“Fuck!” she screams, scurrying backwards into the wall behind her. Several framed pictures rattle against the wall, nearly knocked off their hooks.

“Noisy, isn’t she?” Ghost grumbles from the kitchen, tossing a bored glance over, unbothered by the commotion. He undoubtedly heard her creeping down the hall as well.

“What the fuck?” she gasps, chest heaving when she breathes. Her eyes dart from Johnny to Ghost’s massive form in the other room. Poor nervous thing. She must recognize Johnny’s voice saying her name even through the panic because her lips droop in a frown, more confused than petrified.

“Hen, it’s jus’ us—nothing to worry about,” Johnny coos, hands stretched out in front of him to show he means no harm.

It gets her to lower the bat, but only just, the slightest dip that has him darting forward to pry it gently from her hands. The ceramic shards on the floor will have to be swept up later, but he’s relieved that at least she didn’t step on any of them.

Up close, she’s just as pretty as he remembers. Pretty as pie. How could she not be? In the glow of youth still, not like it's been a decade since they last spoke face to face—only a little over a week. A sight for sore eyes, even though Johnny’s narrow when he stares down at her and thinks about the week of his texts and calls going unanswered. His jaw undulates, rage held back by the thin thread of her scent that wafts under his nose, making him lean into her.

Breathe in and out.

“Us?” she repeats, brow furrowing.

She glances over at Ghost again, the man still ambling around the kitchen, at home in her little one bedroom apartment like he visits her frequently. Like it’s his as well.

“Aye…Ghost wanted to come—Simon wanted to apologize…for the other day,” Johnny explains.

“You broke into my apartment in the middle of the night…so Simon could apologize for sexually harassing me?” she says, the disbelief smacking in her words.

“Hen, it's no' nice to say it like that—”

“No time like the present,” Ghost says, not ashamed in the slightest. “Heard you weren’t taking Johnny’s calls. Might not’ve had to do this if you’d picked up.”

Johnny doesn’t believe a word of that, but there’s no reason to call him out on it now.

He can see her wrestle with a trifecta of emotions competing for first place. Anger, embarrassment, and then, a smidge of worry holding up the rear. Aware of the fact that she woke up to two grown men, one practically a stranger, breaking into her apartment under the guise of having a conversation. His heart aches at the thought. The lion’s share of the blame rests with him, but still it’s her that suffers for it.

“You…you shouldn’t be here,” she rasps, flinching when Johnny lays a hand on her waist, towering over where she’s still cowered against the wall. Bat gone now, defenceless. Her pupils narrow to a pinprick. He almost tuts, poor thing. Scared out of her wits.

It feels so good to touch her though. Soft and yielding.

“‘Was Simon’s idea, hen, but, ah—” his breathing picks up when his fingers tighten on her waist and she squirms “—I was goin’ crazy thinkin’ ye were pissed for what happened last week. Couldnae get a wink of sleep—kept closin’ my eyes and seein’ your face. Nearly broke me.”

“I am pissed at you,” she snaps, temper getting the better of her.

“I ken, I ken,” Johnny coos, ducking his head until his lips graze her temple. “Simon’s sorry—we came all the way here so he could tell ye to your face, but fuck, hen, I’m sorry too—shoulda said something instead of standin’ there like a fuckin’ dolt—”

“You should’ve,” she interrupts, still fuming mad, an iceberg melting right in front of them. It makes his cock pulse.

“—Aye, hen, I’ve no excuse, none at all. Shoulda told Simon to fuck off and keep his hands to himself—”

“Careful, Johnny,” Ghost says warningly, finally stepping into the living room. He fills out the archway imposingly, almost forced to twist his body on an angle to step in.

Her eyes cut over to Ghost, narrowing, lips pursing. Johnny’s heart jumps in his chest. It’s one thing to see his girl again in the flesh, but to see her all righteous and on the verge of an argument—he could bend her over the back of the couch now, sink into the plush, delicate folds of her pussy, reacquaint himself with deep, languid thrusts. Heaven after not getting his cock wet in a week.

He flinches when he thinks about the last person to touch his dick.

“So you’re sorry?” she says to Ghost, her disbelief clear. Difficult to see why she wouldn’t find it hard to believe that the man that shamelessly grabbed her ass in broad daylight in front of a group of his colleagues and her boyfriend would now choose to apologize.

Johnny knows the answer is no when he sees the way Ghost’s eyes rove over her body, taking stock of her little cotton pajamas and her bare feet curling against the cold floor. Ghost tilts his head to the side, eyes travelling back up to meet hers. “Sure I am, bird. Don’t I look sorry?”

Neither of them answer that. Arguing with Ghost feels different, like inviting in danger. Moving too suddenly in front of a hungry dog, jowls loose and salivating for a bite.

He takes a step closer. “Complete pillock, wasn’t I? And now Johnny’s getting the silent treatment ‘cause of it. Just couldn’t bear another second of him moping around base on the verge of tears.”

Johnny frowns at that. His girl frowns too, but there’s something more to it. He wouldn’t blame her for not accepting Simon’s apology, if he could even call it that—nothing about it rings sincere, more like words spoken softly to call a kitty over—but questioning it feels worse somehow. Like detonating a bomb at two thousand feet above ground.

“…Okay,” she says instead, voice trembling a little. “Apology accepted. You guys can go home now.”

“Bird’s forgiving, huh, Johnny?”

Johnny preens despite himself. “Aye. She’s a good girl, Lt. Told ye so.”

Ghost nods. “That’s right. A good girl who’s gonna let us make it up to her ‘til we have to report back in forty-eight hours.”

“Wait, you can’t—” she starts, then cuts herself off when Ghost’s eyes flash.

He can’t help the way he shudders at the helpless look on her face. Downturned eyebrows, pretty lips slack with disbelief, just the slightest hint of a whine building in her throat that dies when it dawns on her that nothing short of calling the cops will make the two of them leave.

And she’s a good girl—would never call the cops on him. His perfect girl. Sweet as pie.

Johnny falls in love a little bit more when she presses her squeezed fists against her eyes and exhales. “Fine. I’m too—I’m going back to bed. We can talk about this in the morning.”

Ghost doesn’t react to her acceptance. It’s taken as a simple fact of nature—he says something and it happens. He speaks the world into being.

“I’ll take the couch,” he grunts, finally sitting down to unlace his boots. He looks comically large on her little couch—it’s more than likely that his feet will hang off the end, if not everything from the knee down.

Johnny already figured as much. No point in them driving all the way back to base when they both have the next two days off duty and there’s a perfectly serviceable couch for Ghost and the other half of her bed for him. He thought they’d have to convince her a bit more or strong arm her into it (a putrid thought; he’d rather have sweet talked her into the idea), but his girl always manages to surprise him in the best way.

On that thought, he looks over his shoulder towards the bedroom door, cock throbbing again at the thought of getting to hold his girl’s body against his. Touch starved dog. Mangy mutt, tongue lolling out at even the possibility of a pet.

Ghost must notice the object of his gaze because he sets him straight. “You can take the floor, Johnny.”

His tone brooks no argument. When Johnny whirls around, the words already on his tongue, she’s my girl, I’ve already slept in that bed ten times over, the sight of Ghost’s bare face, the mask now off, dangling in his hand like some scrap of fabric, makes him lose his train of thought. It’s not often he’s granted the luxury of seeing Ghost’s face—wide, clean shaven jaw, buzzed blond hair, old burn marks like a half-moon around his eye, nasty old scar slicing through his lips—and to see it now, here, makes something in him give.

Saturnine man with a wolf’s appetite. Ravenous.

It burns him that his girl looks slightly relieved at having the bed to herself. Irks him. Makes his jaw clench on a mean remark, half tempted to spit out something cross. Just because things have gotten complicated, now he’s not welcome in her bed? After the week he’s spent toiling, trying to make amends? Pleading desperately over the phone, stewing in guilt and heartache—Johnny knows she’s a good girl, but if he finds out that she’s replaced him with someone else in the week since they last saw each other—

Even the thought makes him see red.

He watches her as she turns around to retreat back to bed, more than a little displeased.

“Give Johnny a little kiss before bed, why don’t you, bird?” Ghost lightly suggests. Not a suggestion.

She freezes mid-turn. His expression dares her to put up a fuss. Johnny again nearly clucks his tongue, troubled on her behalf. Her spitfire nature is snuffed out easily under that stare. Grown men with experience in the field wither under Ghost’s stare. It’s no weakness of hers that she acquiesces time and again to his demands, glancing up at Johnny from under her eyelashes before shuffling over, pressing the lightest of kisses to his cheek.

“Better than that,” Ghost grunts, unimpressed.

His poor darling. Humiliated now. No skin off his back though. Johnny’s heart pumps double time when she presses her lips to his; soft petals that spread when he slips his tongue into her mouth, too eager after a week of nothing. Touch starved. Desperate to sink into her, lap his tongue over her lips and the roof of her mouth and press her jaw open to spit messily in her mouth. Take it, hen, every piece of me.

She rips her lips from his and dances away when he tries to get his hands on her, eyes wide, casting one last glance over at Ghost before hightailing it back to her room.

He barely resists going after her. Only Ghost’s stare roots him in place; his voice in Johnny’s head that rumbles, heel. I’ll tell you when to go.

He still doesn’t know what it says about him that he angles himself towards it. Bows his head to it. Moth to a flame that shocks him to the bone when he touches it.

Ghost tosses him the second pillow from the other end of the couch and takes the only blanket for himself. No matter. Johnny’s bivouacked on snowy cliff sides, chilblains blistering his toes for weeks; nights spent camped in torrential downpours, his tent on the verge of collapsing; windswept baysides chilling him to the bone. He can handle a pillow on a hardwood floor.

The ebb and flux of an ocean in his ear, and then Ghost’s voice from the couch: “I’ll take first watch.”

Whole body falling loose as if snipping a cord tethering him to the world.

“I’ll clean up the lamp in the morning,” he mumbles, vision already blurring. Ghost hums low in his throat.

He falls asleep with Ghost’s voice in his head, his girl’s taste still in his mouth.

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #soap/reader #ghoap x reader #ghost/soap/reader

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genkinahito · 2 years

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Gundam: G no Reconguista Movie IV - Gekitou ni Sakebu Ai, Gekijouban Re:cycle of Penguindrum Part Two Boku wa Kimi o Aishiteru, Ghost Book, Shimamori no Tou, Kamen Rider Revice: Battle Familia, Avataro Sentai Donbrothers The Movie: New First Love Hero, Japanese Film Trailers

Gundam: G no Reconguista Movie IV – Gekitou ni Sakebu Ai, Gekijouban Re:cycle of Penguindrum Part Two Boku wa Kimi o Aishiteru, Ghost Book, Shimamori no Tou, Kamen Rider Revice: Battle Familia, Avataro Sentai Donbrothers The Movie: New First Love Hero, Japanese Film Trailers

Happy Weekend © Siglo/Omphalos Pictures I hope you are well This is the first of a two-part trailer post that covers the films released this weekend. Come back tomorrow for six more trailers. Anyway, I hope you have time to watch some great films and, if possible, check out the many interviews and reviews I have done and I hope you have a great Friday. What are the first batch of films released…

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#Avataro Sentai Donbrothers The Movie: New First Love Hero #Gekijouban Re:cycle of Penguindrum Part Two Boku wa Kimi o Aishiteru #Ghost Book #Gundam: G no Reconguista Movie IV - Gekitou ni Sakebu Ai #Japanese Film Trailers.#Kamen Rider Revice: Battle Familia #Shimamori no Tou

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radiance1 · 5 months

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Master List

King of the Blob Ghosts - Mostly flavor text where Danny is the only king of the Blob ghosts. Au not tied in with Ghost King or Ghost Prince hc unless specified.

Goo Dragon - An au where Danny is a goo dragon made entirely of ectoplasm!

Blind King - Danny is blinded by the portal incident, gets adopted by blob ghosts, and then falls into DC and ices over an entire section of a city.

Infinity Prince and the Dark Escapee - Where Danny gets prince training and then has to hunt down Dark Danny because he escaped.(Small thanks to @starlightcat04 and @lauwftzee3542 for ze name)

Cat Familia - Where Danny gets turned into a cat by pissing off a wizard, and accidentally adopts various cats in Gotham!

Tempest - Danny owns a ship called Tempest that he created that he uses to sail through time. Then he accidentally jumps timestreams.

Moth - Where Danny is de-aged and is a moth boy.

Moth - But with Killer Moth.

Eastern Dragon - Danny is the ghost prince and can turn into an eastern dragon.

Cuddly Apocalypse - Teddy Bear Danny au meets one Dark Danny.

Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective - De-aged Tucker gets thrown to another dimension after getting caught lacking by the magical government branch he was looking into.

Herald of Seasons - Danny obtains the ability to guide the seasons when he was split off from .Phantom while still having Vortex's powers

Vortex's lil guy - Soulless Danny gets taken by Vortex and is his little guy.

??? - Phantom causes a ruckus in DC after getting into it and him and Danny fight or something.

Sold to the devil? Nah, sold to the bear - Constantine sells his soul to the Ghost Prince, and is then turned into a baby sitter by the Ghost King.

Demon and Wraith - Demon twins au where both of them are dancers.

Sun and Moon - Based on an older au where Danny and Vlad were deities.

Successor in training - Ghost King Danny except he isn't and Pariah is his mentor.

Just Monika - DDLC is installed on Tucker's PDA somehow and he dates Monika.

Subject M-0001 - Monika hacks into Mount Justice.

Subject Omega - Danny's most perfect clone protects the ruins of Amity Park.

Medic - Danny be a doctor in Gotham.

??? - Pariah Dark just disappears and it's left to Danny and Vlad to find him.

Eastern Dragon and Phoenix au - Mostly a cosmetic au, where Danny is an Eastern Dragon and Vlad is a Pheonix.

Ghost King/Ghost Prince and Duke of the Ghost Zone - Mostly just flavor text really, Danny is usually more Ghost Prince than King and Vlad is the Duke.

Phoenix King Vlad - Exactly as it says, Vlad is either one of or the king of phoenixes

Kawmi? - Where Vlad and Danny get transformed into magical jewelry that allows others to use their powers.

Fountain Dragon - Danny drops in the Wayne Manor Fountain.

Will of the Wisp - Where Danny gets turned into a tiny whisp because of one of his parents inventions.

??? - Jack gets thrown to the DC dimension alongside Danny and made a coffin for Danny to sleep in during ze day.

??? - The Ghost King gets summoned to DC and wages war, but the Ghost Prince stops said war and gets a date out of it.

Teddy Bear Danny - Another cosmetic au where Danny get turned into a stuffed teddy bear in his accident, he was holding onto one before it happened. He's also in ranges of 5-10 here.

Ghost King at birth, Farmer at heart - Mostly cosmetic au where Pariah Dark, if he weren't the ghost king, would be a farmer and he has an intense love for horses.

Farmer with quite the ghostly (and kingly) secret - Pariah Dark disguises himself as a human and moves into Smallville, has a hard time interacting with humans and humaning as a whole.

Life hanging by tape and sheer will - Where Tucker gets yeeted to the DC dimension.

Dream pals? Dream pals! - Younger Danny and pre-Batman Bruce meet each other through a dream, unfortunately when Danny experienced his accident that connection was shut down.

Bakery and a masquerading demon? - Vlad owns a bakery, Constantine is a regular who holds suspicions that Vlad may or may not be a demon.

Gift in the arms of tragedy - Danny becomes Vlad's ward after the Nasty Burger explosion, only to then become adopted when he was turned into an eight-year-old not even a week later.

??? - Danny and Vlad get turned into kids by Clockwork and placed in the DC dimension because Clockwork thought it was funny. Danny decides to use Vlad to not get adopted.

The key(s) to Doomsday - Danny gets de-aged by Clockwork when going to visit Pariah in the human world, gets summoned, and meets Raven.

Alicorn parole - Pariah gets released from his eternal rest with the sole condition that he's to be watched over by Clockwork. The Ancient of War then decides to combine two mythical beasts and shaped himself into an alicorn, Clockwork followed and then they met Billy Batson.

Ferret Danny - Danny is a ferret. That's it.

Witch - Sam is a witch.

Dead eyed Doctor - Danny, the son of Talia Al Ghul and Jack Fenton, trained under Vlad Masters and became a doctor.

Shadow Twin? Shadow Twin. - Danny dies and reincarnates as the son of Talia Al Ghul, the younger brother and twin of Damian Wayne and son of Batman. Only to then be killed immediately after because he was born with a birth defect, thus becoming a shadow creature that follows Damian around.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Me shall stop here for now because good fucking lord #Do I have a lot more aus than I thought I did.#Right the ones with the question marks I can't think of a name for lmao #master list #This tag is important if I accidently unpin this

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anon here again! so, i’m not sure if you do headcanons but if you do can i request something with the reader and (you guessed it) ghost share a familia type bond? kinda like the last thing i requested but more - domestic i guess. like, they have matching masks and reader makes him little friendship bracelets or whatever. just a bunch of cute shit. in other words, mean one soft for nice one.

my dear anon I love the way your brain works. I've never done headcanons but these were fun!!

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: none, fluff!!

As soon as the two of you met, Ghost took a shine to you. He wasn't really sure why at first. Some days he found you to be too loud, but then he realized, you reminded him of his brother.

Every mission he was right behind you, watching over you. Never one without the other.

On a particularly dangerous one, he gave you one of his balaclavas to protect your identity (he definitely didn't laugh at how big it was on your head).

On base he always made sure you ate, he made double whatever he was cooking himself and wordlessly handed you some. He knew you would at times pick off his plate anyway.

Even on base, he would watch over you. He enjoyed watching you do mundane tasks and helping if needed (mostly helping you reach things off high shelves).

You had a knack for weaving paracord bracelets, you’d given one to each member of the team. Red for Soap, green for Price, and yellow for Gaz. You were saving a special purple paracord to make one for him.

When you finally made his he froze, unsure of how to react to the nice gesture. He patted you on the head, muttered a thank you, and left. You knew exactly what he was trying to convey.

Ghost wasn’t usually much for bracelets, but this one never left his wrist.

While on leave you made sure to meet with Ghost often so he wasn’t alone, he never argued. You never made him go anywhere too public - opting for short hikes, movie nights, or a picnic with takeout.

Movie nights are his favorite, he's a massive fan of popcorn. He makes his own kettle corn.

You usually try to always pick a new movie to watch, but on nights when you're overwhelmed with choice, you always throw on old faithful: The Princess Bride.

He often falls asleep on the couch these nights, it's the best sleep he gets.

“Hey big guy, you’re missing the best part.”

“Inconceivable.” He’d mutter while half asleep.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader (platonic)#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley headcanons #mactavsh #asks

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