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that-one-weird-cloud0 · 4 months

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Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

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rancidsugar · 4 months

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bluegiragi · 1 year

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konig is very good for ghost and soap in the soapbox saga finale <3

read the full comic (29 pages) on patreon!

#drawing this kiss was honestly one of my favourite parts #but yeah omg i spent the last 2-3 days just committing to getting this finale done #its by far the longest 'episode' in the series and im very proud of how it came out #also this comic series ended on such a sweet note despite the filth #love my boys #also the soapbox saga has technically ended but im definitely not abandoning these three #im far too attached to konig by now #wet cat and his two doms #konig #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soapbox #soapbox saga #giragi art

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gojo-mochi · 6 months

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MDNI! Dark Themes. Dubcon/Yandere/Kidnapping/Drugging? (it catnip)

HybridKitty!Reader who was a stray but a happy stray roaming around the streets, catching fish from the river, and lazing around in the sun. But, suddenly, they get adopted (kidnap) by this strange man. He takes you in his house, forces a collar on you, telling you that it was much safer in his house than the outside world. You try to tell him that you been surviving just fine without him, that the outside was your home and you liked your freedom. He just coos at you and tries to ruffle your hair, treating you like a child.

You hiss and claw at his hand and while he winces back he doesn't hurt you back. Just looks at you sadly and tries again in a couple of hours. The days passes like this for a while, he leaves food outside of the small closet you took up space in. Feeling that it was safer in there, then the room and bed he made for you, you wouldn't eat it for a while at first. But the smell got too tantalizing, the stranger would handcook meals for you and they always smell so good.

Slowly but surely you were coming out of your skittish shell, hanging around the kitchen watching him cook once, but promptly leaving once he tried to pet you once again. However, after you finished your meal today, he asked you if you wanted dessert. This was the first time you heard this so you were curious enough to stay out of your hiding place to see what he had to offer.

He brings out a small bottle, sprinkling some leafy stuff on the palm of his hand and stretching it out to you. Telling you to take a sniff of it. The smell was nothing you ever smelt before, it was addicting to say the least. Even more once you actually got closer to his hand, though when your own hand stretch out to grab some of it, he pulled back, closing his palm into a fist and sealing away the treat.

Your ears flatten back on your head and a needy whine emerge from your throat, wondering why he would deny you the dessert if he was offering it in the first place. He waggles a finger at you, softly smiling, his eyes darken over just a bit. "If you want this treat, you gotta eat it from my hand, ok?" He reach out, palms open once more.

You shouldn't, you really shouldn't, all your heighten senses was telling you this was a bad idea but your sense of smell was overriding everything. The treat smelt too good to be left alone so you venture forward. Tentatively inching closer and closer, leaning your face down to take a good whiff of the treat and your mind was gone at that point.

Your rough textured tongue lap out at the treat, heavy purrs emits from your throat. As you kept on licking the treat out of the stranger's hand, not even noticing or caring that he was practically drooling at the sight, his thighs shaking a little, and his hand hovering over your head. Your small hands grabbed on to his wrist, pulling him closer as you try to get every single bit of the leafy treat, your tongue caressing the skin of this palm now.

He lets out a low moan at the feeling, putting his hand down on your head and finally touchy your cute fluffy ears, fingers rubbing the softness of it, making you purr out even more. You saw drunk people before back when you were a stray and you imagined this is what they must had felt like. On cloud nine and when the treat on his hand was emptied by your lips. The man stood up, hands traveling down your back and waist as he tells you that he'll give you more if you come sit on his lap and lick it off of him again.

How you could resist after just one taste? So, of course, you agreed, leaving behind the shelter of the closet and going into the bedroom. As the door clicks behind you, the last sense in your brain gave out a final warning to run. Too bad, because now the man was also addicted. Addicted to the feeling of your tongue on him and he wasn't about to let you go so easily.

After all, a good kitten gotta work for her treat~

#yandere x reader #softy spice #dark content warning #yandere konig #konig x reader #ghost x reader #zoro x reader #i love a soft zoro ok #gojo x reader #geto x reader #OMG geto would be so maniplative hnggg #₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy write #just my thoughts #sanji x reader #this could totally be a yan sanjin too

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heartelysia · 4 months

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BUNNY READER AND PREDATOR SIMON RILEY OMG??????? 👀

YES!!! omg its been my rotting ny brain and ability to think since like late december last year 😭 lord knows how to make simon soooo hot and suitable for the predator/prey dynamic!!!! im so stuck between Simon being human or a werewolf 😣

human predator simon below

JUST IMAGINE HIS BUFF ARMS WRAP AROUND YOUR TORSO AS YOU TRIED TO RUN AWAY FROM HIM, HIS VOICE GRAVELY AND LOW TO WHISPER EMPTY WORDS TO MAKE YOU OBEY! omg if u were a total brat he would grab your lil floppy bunny ears n tug em back till sweet tears fill your pitiful eyes, if that doesnt make you behave, he'll tug on your sensitive tail like a big meanie!

predator simon is 100% degrading with loving actions ykwim? his touch is so soft and feathery, making sure to only be rough when youve been a bad bunny but his words are so toxic and mean - it makes waterworks prick your honeyed eyes. simon would definitely use his thick calloused hand to pry your cute little jaw open just to spit into your mouth, patting your chin close so you'll swallow and know that your his.

gun play with predator simon is on the table, the barrel of his unloaded handgun pistoning in and out of your glistening pussy as his other hand works on keeping your trembling thighs down against the wooden planks. predator simon is so mean, always teasing you till the edge but never allowing you to cum! he leaves you so desperate and whiny for his sweet cock it almost makes him feel bad. almost.

werewolf predator simon

just the meanest, not a single nice bone in his entire body! maybe expect when hes hungrily lapping up your blood hes drawn from his bites or when hes busy swallowing mouthfuls of your cum. but regardless! hes still a big bully, biting down harshly onto the soft skin of your nape till you thrash and whine at the pain, hammering the thick head of his cock deep into your womb till youre a sobbing braindead mess for him and even simon using his sharp claws to rip through your nice clothes!

werewolf simon is obsessed with your scent and the idea of marking you, even if you two were two entire different species. god, he would take any chance to leave his cum discreetly on your new clothes just so the smell of him wafts around you. his idea of marking you is rather perverted, the idea being his thick sticky cum splayed all over your cute lil face or his crude fantasy of marking you happened to be pounding your little cunny to oblivion in public.

werewolf simon who hates to admit it but loves it so fucking much when you tug on his fluffy tail as you choke and gag on his fat aching cock, his pleasure heightened by tenfold when you softly stroke the base of his tail. simon who's words are so degrading and mean it makes your trembling pussy ache, his actions only back his words up as his calloused palm and fingers show no mercy to your pussy and clit hes bullying. how rude!

#☆.elys ramble #I LOVE YOU GHIST #omg hes so hit #cod smut #ghost smut #simon riley smut

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duckzz · 3 months

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i feel like aurora would make the cutest dresses 🩷

this is for the prompt hobbies for ghoulette appreciation week 4! thank you again @jesusbutbetterrr for this fun project!! <3

close-up on rory and one of my sketches that i liked <3

#the band ghost #fawn's art #aurora ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghouls #ghost fanart #ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #omg i haven't worked on a background in so long #let me just tell you #the perspective was a PAIN i struggled so hard lmaoo 🥲#it's really something i want to work on this year #so if y'all have tips i'd love to hear them!!!!#ANYWAY- i feel like it's messy but i had a blast with this and in the end i think i'm happy with it!!! :D 🫶

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justanotherfanfolks · 6 months

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Book 4: *exists*

Me: Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular-

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al asim #jamil viper #azul ashrengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst grim #twst yuu #ace trappola #deuce spade #you know if it wasn’t for the Ramshackle ghosts Book 5 would’ve been about someone overblotting over cold temperatures #obsessed with Jamil showing his true colors and Azul going 'omg can we be friends?'#i love this book SO much!#like Jamil-#sir was everything his plotting was everything #azul's counter plan was everything #the kalim/jamil conflict was top tier #Azul and Jamil have my favorite current/previous overblotter dynamic #oh my gosh I am so obsessed with this book the climax went so hard #I wish I could capture how great this book was in memes #this is the book that made me get into TWST i will go on a tangent over how much I love it!#oh also me freaking out seeing Epel at the end there #that's my OG boy right there!#memes

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 6 months

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Vincent Price as Vincent Van Ghoul

The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo 01x06 (1985)

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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I’ve been thinking about this a lot and basically Danny is Beelzebub from Hellva boss with his own casino performs and the entrance defies reality and all his ghost rouges come in and go as they please and some humans and or mortals stumble in and think it’s just some place where metas party their fucking asses off which wouldn’t be that bad if this wasn’t FUCKING GOTHAM. Danny doesn’t know how they got in Gotham but they just want to party but unfortunately for him the bats hear a rumor some meta trafficking ring has been planning a big raid on a certain casino that’s new ish and they have to stop it so they go in disguise and they get to witness Danny and his rouges beat the every loving snot out of some traffickers

maybe Danny is a clone, maybes he’s reincarnated, maybe he lost a bet, maybe he moved to Gotham for fun, maybe he got tossed across the universe into Gotham

who knows certainly not Danny

but to add even more maybe he travels around the casino on trapezes and circus rings that he just flips around it and has a pole it the middle that reaches the ceiling and at the top there’s this disco ball thing that he can activate to make a small nebula or stars surround the casino and make it pretty

oh oh and maybe with him having the title of beelzebub is like gotten after he beat them as in right of conquest, or maybe beelzebub is kinda like a shared name so Danny fuels them and they go around getting mortal action without having to do work, or maybe it was given to him as a present with a bow on top idk

I have no words for this and just had to draw because the idea of a casino or whatever with like, everywhere looking like galaxies and auroras that shift to the music was such an amazing visualization lol

#dcxdp #dpxdc #ask answered #Honestly love the idea of it being a shared name #Y'know what would be fun #If it's a title that can only be given or used by Halfas #because the realms/lairs/etc have to be in both the living and the realms #so only halfas can claim them and gain the title #or something lol #I want to say this is young adult to adult Danny who has a more healthy rivalry with Vlad #omg Ellie has a travelling ghost circus instead of a casino #Dan has a fancy bar with a fighting ring in the center #some of those meta traffickers get tossed to him probably #idk what Vlad would have as his Beelzebub domain #idk why my brain went strip club lmao #BUT i do like the idea of ghosts being able to feed on emotions #and Halfas being able to do so as well alongside eliciting certain emotions in their domains #why yes Danny has four arms #honestly i should have given him floating ice horns too #or maybe they're only visible sometimes lol #prompts?#prompts

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miasmaghoul · 9 months

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MIASMA i am having thoughts right now. thoughts about dew cutting his finger open three songs in, and aeon gettin all predatory bc he smells blood, and cornering dew backstage so he can get those fingers in his mouth and lick at the wound until it opens back up again, getting all his sweaty fingers in his mouth and licking them clean

He's amazed he can smell it over the stink of the crowd.

Quintessence ghouls are extra sensitive to scent, and the peppermint oil Mountain had given him for the inside of his balaclava wore off halfway through Kaisarion. Too many bodies in too little space, the stench of humanity - sweat and tears and the heady aroma of adoration - filling his nostrils.

But here they are, barely through the intro to Faith, and all Aeon can smell is smoke-tinged copper.

It's all he can focus on, fingers moving on autopilot while he tracks Dew across the stage. The tick of his earpiece makes his eye twitch, but he doesn't blink. Can't, not when he catches that flash of red on the other ghoul's right pinky.

It's barely a nick, but it's enough. Enough to have Aeon's mouth watering, fangs shimmering through his glamour as he imagines lapping up the few drops of crimson decorating Dew's finger. So lost in it that he misses his next cue, fumbles a handful of notes and earns a hoot from his side of the stage.

It doesn't matter. Nether does the curious look he gets from Rain, nor the chuckle from Swiss. Nothing matters but the little ghoul on the other side of the stage, fingering his way through a flawless solo. Aeon growls to himself when he finishes, watching Dew move to wipe his messy hand on his pants.

He pauses at the last second, though. Turns his head, stage lights glinting in his lenses. Aeon's growl ratchets up a notch when Dew stares over at him, fingers twitching against his fretboard. He can just make out the burning orange of the other ghoul's eyes.

He gives Aeon a finger wave with his stained pinky, and Aeon swears Dew smiles behind his balaclava.

The rest of the show barely registers, a mindless drone of guitars and drums and the shrieks of their congregation. He watches Dew through it all, playing on memory alone while a very specific hunger gnaws at his stomach. He's drooling down his chin by the end of Square Hammer, chest rumbling in a growl that is utterly beyond his control.

Aeon slithers his way through the lineup when it comes time for bows, and there is nothing kind about the way he grips Dew's sweaty hand.

He smells even better up close. Like burnt cinnamon, bitter salt and heat-warped metal. He doesn't let go after they bow, and the little ghoul doesn't fight when Aeon drags him backstage before he's even fully upright.

It's nothing to pull him though the halls, past crew and venue staff. Dew bitches when he stumbles, trips over his boots, but Aeon pays it no mind. He's too busy shoving his way into the green room. Too busy flinging Dew against the wall. Too busy bullying him into the corner as he rips his mask off, snarling behind his face covering while the little ghoul stares through his lenses.

Dew definitely smiles this time. His tongue pokes though his balaclava as he licks his lips, and Aeon's eyes dart after it.

"Did you need something?" Dew tries to taunt, but it's just breathless enough to raise the hairs on the back of Aeon's neck.

"Give it to me," he orders, low and demanding, and the little ghoul's head thuds back against the wall. Dew can't hide the way his chest heaves or the way his shoulders slump.

"Why don't you make me?"

Oh, Aeon is going to bite.

He grips Dew's wrist with a snarl, long fingers digging into the soaked fabric of his compression shirt when he yanks it up. Dew gasps at the force, but Aeon pays him no mind. Too focused on the tiny red line just below the first knuckle of Dew's little finger.

"It's not bleeding," he complains, dragging his nose along the outside of Dew's hand. His tongue follows it, and Aeon's mouth is flooded with salt and the metallic tang of guitar strings. Dew shivers.

"It was just a scratch," he says with a shrug, trying for casual and landing on shaky. "Guess you missed out."

Aeon smiles.

"I can fix that."

In a flash his fangs appear, and before Dew can so much as blink Aeon's dragging one along that cut. Deeper than his string had sliced. Deep enough to make the little ghoul hiss.

Deep enough to pour ruby red ecstacy into Aeon's waiting mouth.

Dew swears under his breath when Aeon laves a hungry tongue over the wound. Sweat and blood mingle on his tastebuds, a singular, intoxicating combination that has his stomach aching and his cock filling out against his zipper. It tastes so much sweeter than he'd imagined, and it's impossible not to take all of Dew's finger in his mouth and suck.

Dew groans, grabbing a fistful of Aeon's vest. Aeon stares him down while he indulges, violet boring into molten orange. Dew's eyes are so wide behind his mask, but he winces when Aeon licks at the cut he caused. It's the smallest reaction, blink and you'd miss it, but Aeon catches every moment.

All too soon the bloodflow stops, and Aeon pulls Dew's finger from his mouth with a wet pop. A string of red-tinged saliva connects it to his tongue, and he can see the way Dew hones on it.

"Tasty," Aeon coos, kissing the tip of Dew's pinky. He trails warm lips down the little ghoul's quivering hand, nipping at pronounced veins along the way. He licks at the inside of Dew's wrist, teases thin skin with sharp fangs. "Think I could drink you dry, firecracker."

Dew can't hide the way his hips twitch.

"Then maybe you should try."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #aeon/dew #aeon x dew #hey look an actual ficlet this time omg #cw blood #i dont love this but im tired so have it anyway

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artaintfartwarriors · 5 months

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