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kailings · 5 months

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🩵❤️The Groom Of Gallagher Mansion ❤️🩵

Tw:Blood (Gore?)

More Snaccpop studio dating game fanart ft. My favorite Victorian ghost, Elias Gallagher!

Go check out the game and maybe check me out on Instagram and Twitter if you wanna show love and support 🩵 like always have a lovely day/night ✌️

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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year

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John Mulaney came to my high school to exercise the spirit of a Victorian ghost girl who was haunting the place.

#dream #text #April 28th 2023 #john mulaney #school #high school #ghost #victorian #victorian ghost #death tw #haunting

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natalieina · 2 months

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The silence of an ancient estate and a frosty garden outside the window...

Model - Ekaterina.

Snakes - snakephoto_ru.

Location - Roden manor.

Natalie Ina Photography.

Autumn 2023.

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zal-cryptid · 11 days

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sense hell exists what would jen punishment in hell be if she didn't accept krampus offer?

"...the doors of hell are locked on the inside"

-C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

Jennifer was raised Catholic, so I think Purgatory could have been a possible afterlife for her. But then again, she was fully ready and expecting to go to Hell, wasn't she? She WANTED it. I don't think there is a demon in Hell who could torture her more than herself.

Perhaps the Silva Obscura is the first place she would have landed.

#ask #misfits in toyland #ghosts #cw death #Jennifer #my ocs #afterlife #my art #victorian ghost #mangled #original characters #horror #spooky #not canon

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rotteneldritchhorror · 3 months

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i love her

i love her so dearly

Aurore Le Sueur my beloved victorian ghost lady <333 (she got lost and died in a river in the forest and now shes just chilling, staring longingly into the distance and watching witch gatherings)

(once again before i forget- i used a pose reference from this post by @adorkastock)

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nicolaslewismusic · 1 month

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I Heard A Woman Singing from my new album Bathing In The Styx 🕯️ Streaming everywhere

Find on www.nicolaslewis.com

#dark indie #diy music #original music #indie music #ghost #ghost story #victorian ghost #love songs

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ibrithir-was-here · 8 months

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Weird Question, I'm trying to make a list of classic (like Victorian/Edwardian/before 1960s) Ghost Stories with colors in the titles for a Halloween thing, but I can't figure out something for Orange, Pink, Blue or Indigo. Any ideas?

Here's what I've got so far, a few of them have multiple as I'm still deciding which I want to do:

The White People/The Novel of the White Powder

Pink

The Red Room/The Red Lodge/Masque of the Red Death

Orange

The Yellow Wallpaper/The King in Yellow

Green Tea/Girl with the Green Ribbon

Blue

Indigo

The Violet Car

Young Goodman Brown

The Novel of the Black Seal

The Colour Out of Space (for good measure xD )

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ghostlytales · 11 months

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#paranormal #ghost photography #paranormal photography #spirit photography #creepy #ghosts #ghost #ghost photos #spirit #Victorian ghost

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eistyping · 10 months

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yandere!ghost

meeting the victorian ghost who lives in your new home and seems to have a soft spot for you <3

warnings: yandere!character, stalking(?), ghosts/undead, fem!yandere, gn!reader, fear/anxiety, slight insomnia

moving day was tough, no matter where you were moving. but moving to a run down victorian mansion in the middle of nowhere? that was just downright awful.

having already enlisted the help of family members and a moving truck who had all gone home for the day, you were exhausted.

and rightly so, all that work had made your muscles ache and your brain foggy. which is probably why you had this sneaking feeling that someone was watching you, fully knowing there was no one around for miles.

with a sigh, you flop down on the bed in your new room. it was one of the first things you had put together, you prioritize your comfort. it was admirable, really.

all snuggled up in your pajamas, cuddling up in your fresh unpacked covers, you were ready for some sleep. but sleeping's a little hard when you feel like someone's watching your every move.

after at least an hour of tossing and turning, you get up with a sigh, making your way down to the kitchen to pour yourself some water. maybe you we're just dehydrated!

except, that feeling of another presence looming over you never went away. in fact, it followed you like the plague, wouldn't leave you alone. it was enough to leave you shaking in your boots.

safe to say you didn't get any sleep that night.

it went on like this for weeks, long after you were packed and moved in. you could barely sleep for an hour, before waking up to the feeling of someone else in the room, but no matter how hard you looked, no one was ever there.

it all came to a head one day, late into the night. you once again had gone downstairs to grab yourself a glass of water, hoping somehow it would make you more tired, spoiler alert: it never did.

as you we're pouring the water, you felt a presence sneak up behind you. you we're almost so used to it by now, you didn't even mind. you kept about your business, only turning around to lean against the counter while you drink.

that, of course, is when you see a tall ghostly figure looming over you, translucent features encapsulating your own.

frightened, you jump with a yelp, spilling your water all over yourself. a panting, frantic mess, you look up at your new friend with wide, fear-gripped eyes.

"oh, did i startle you darling?" the voice of the figure comes out, smooth and velvety, almost reassuring, "i'm so sorry my love. i would never want to hurt you."

terrified, you try to back up, only to hit the smooth, cold tile of the counter, "w-who are you? what are you doing in my house?" you ask, timidly.

the ghost only laughs, bringing a translucent hand up to cup your cheek, the feeling making you shiver.

"don't worry dear, i'm not going to hurt you," her voice lures you in like a siren song, "no, no, i just wanted to introduce myself to my new housemate."

you're practically shaking with fear at this point, her cold fingers feel like a gentle breeze as they graze along your cheek, "housemate?" you ask with a puzzled expression.

"but of course my dear," she chuckled, her voice booming through the house. she leans in, the air getting colder the closer she gets, "i cant exactly leave, now can i?"

#yandere oc #fem oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #gn reader #gender neautral reader #ghost oc #ghost oc x reader #victorian ghost #sapphic #wlw #wlw yandere #my writing #fiction

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in-herbones · 1 year

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Details of my latest cape. Cotton velvet, gorgeous corded lace and all hand beaded details with antique beading on the shoulders.

Inspired by the capes worn in the second phase of mourning during the Victorian period🖤

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thepastelprince · 5 months

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Be the Victorian ghost boy you wish to see in the world

#thepastelprince #me #photography #mine #fashion #aesthetic #victorian ghost

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camille-lachenille · 6 months

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Easy Halloween costumes from your closet

Cluedo culprit: wear an outfit entirely in one of the following colours: white, purple, green, yellow, blue or red and walk around with a candelabra, a coil of rope or a fake gun

Far right politician: black or grey suit, a tie in your country’s flag colours, start sprouting complot theories at random times and saying it was better back in the days and how low your country has fallen

Victorian ghost: long, white nightgown/dress, hair in a loose braid, no need for any makeup if you are sleep deprived enough. Possibly wear lace curtains as a shawl/cape for an extra ethereal look

Doom of Mandos: wrap yourself in a black cloth and speak ominously of tears unnumbered, torment, grief and finding little pity

#halloween costumes #easy halloween costumes #costumes ideas #closet costumes #cluedo #ghost #victorian ghost #doom of mandos #the silmarillion

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will-snake-arts-and-writes · 1 month

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Ghosty Story

A vast mansion suddenly appears 20 yards in front of the three, blocking their view of everything except a few thin-branched trees and the sky. It looks to be composed of sections from several different eras. The main and oldest section of the house, made of stone and three stories tall. To the left are two segments, one is red with pointed spokes sticking up from the top corners, has long, thin windows, and is two stories tall. The leftmost section is a one story, suburban looking house with a 1920s geometric art deco design. On the right branch, there are two one story sections of the house. One was long, had random designs made with spray paint, some hanging plants, and a small porch with a triangular and colorful funky chair. The last, on the right, was the smallest of them all. It was off-white and drab, having none of the defining characteristics that the other sections have.

“Woah,” They all say simultaneously, stunned with astonishment.

“We found it!” Says Alex, almost shaking from excitement, “What do ya think, Ghost Squad?”

“It’s an architectural marvel,” Will says, awe shining in their eyes, “Athena would be proud!”

Sam rolls her eyes, “I still think you’re both way too into this but I’m glad you're excited.”

“Look at the differing sections,” says Will, almost to themself. “People must have continuously built their own style of house connected to the structures that were already there, creating what looks like a mismatched set.”

“Dude,” says Alex, sighing, “we just got here and you’re already insulting the place?”

“Not insulting, observing. There’s a difference,” Will retorts.

“So, are you guys gonna argue about architecture or are we gonna go inside?” interjects Sam.

“Halt!”

Suddenly, there was a man standing on the threshold of the stone section. He was dressed in chainmail armor with a red cape and looked a little translucent.

“Who goes there and dares to wander upon King Arthur’s land?” he says.

“Oh hush, Geoffrey. We must greet our guests, politely,” says a new person, who passes through the door and strolls gradually to the knight’s side. She was dressed in a pale yellow Victorian gown that was tailored to perfection. She also has the same slight translucent look that Geoffrey has. “Hello there, I’m Alice, this is Sir Geoffrey, and there are others inside. Who are you?”

Throughout the entire interaction, the three had been stunned into silence. None of them knew what to say to these people that just proved them correct about the existence of the paranormal and ghosts, a feat none of them thought they would ever achieve.

“Right, um, I-I’m Alex. The tall one is Sam and the taller one is Will,” stutters Alex, “are you.. ghosts? I’m just guessing because of the slightly transparent-”

“Translucent,” corrects Sam.

“Er- yeah, translucent look and walking through the closed door,” stammered Alex, glaring at her.

Suddenly, another ghost appears, wearing a plaid shirt over a t-shirt, leopard print pants, and a backwards hat. “You betcha, dude. The ghosties of The Hallow hang here,” he says, “I’m Argyle, yo. Also Alice,” he says in a stage whisper, “the others are listening from the other side of the door.”

“The Hallow?” inquires Will.

Sir Geoffrey clears his throat and gestures behind the group, towards the forest. “The Hallow is our section of these trees, extending far beyond this residence. Many ghosts live in the Hallow, but few travel to the residence often.”

Alice clasped her hands together. “Now, would our guests like to come inside and make themselves at home?”

“Yes!” Alex exclaimed, almost shaking with excitement and ready to open the door.

Sam opened the door, heavy from many years of disuse. Alex raced inside, while Will and Sam entered cautiously. As they looked around, they all stopped and stared in astonishment.

The inside of the building is just as mesmerizing as the outside, if not a little messy. It is made from stone and wood with unlit torches on the columns of the walls. There are great tapestries hanging from the ceiling and walls. They are red with a yellow dragon, its head curled towards its body and its wings flared. Spanning over the entire ceiling is a tremendous mural, using colors that don’t seem possible. However, its colors have faded over the years since it was painted. Towards the right side of the room, there are many long wooden tables, some with cups and plates.

Will was the first to speak, “this building alone is amazing. I wonder what those tapestries are.”

“Those are “The Pendragon Crest” that Geoffrey rambles about. He’ll go on about them for days if you let him,” says a new voice, a new ghost. “Hey there, newbie livings! I’m Emma, former waitress, always getting less than I deserve, but so is the life. Or the death I guess.”

Oh stop, Em. You’re gonna make them sad, if they aren’t already. I mean, someone here let them see us,” the next and last ghost introduced herself. “I’m Lilly, but who let you rascals in here?” Lilly has a black dress with gold geometric designs, with thin, black strings hanging from the asymmetrical hem and her gloves that reach past her elbow.

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“Council of Ghosts”

“What do we do with them?” Geoffrey glances around the room, then returns to everyone’s gaze.

The ghosts are debating what to do with the three in a separate room. The room has more crests and three large tables making a “u” shape. Geoffrey is neutral on the whole situation, calming down after he realized the three aren’t a threat.

“Well it would be fun for them to stay a little longer. Maybe they could visit us, or stay here. Water the plants, maybe,” Argyle is excited about having new friends but he isn’t thinking past that aspect of keeping them there.

“No.” Alice’s tone is unwavering.

“Why not? They have free will.” Lilly questions, genuinely confused.

“So did we. But when we lived, we chose to stay, and now we’re stuck in this haunted house forever!” Emma almost yelled, having strong opinions about this topic.

“What about having new people around? Y’all are getting boring.” Argyle argues, indignantly.

“Apart from your view of us, that would be swell.” Alice says sarcastically at first, then controlling her tone, she says, “However, we cannot take these living people and have them live with us ghosts.”

“Why not? We all made that choice before.” Lilly disagrees, still unsure why they aren’t letting the three do what they want to do. They are free. They can come and go at will.

“All of us had nowhere else to go. They have families and friends and.. each other. We need to get them out. This is about saving them, not us. We never left. Do you think they will?” Emma says, her tone wavering as tears well up in her eyes.

“Will they listen?” Alice says, speaking softly for the first time since entering the room.

“I don’t know.” Emma admits.

“It’s time to call a vote. We have discussed this and now have to make a choice. But take into account that we are not the only ones in these woods.” Geoffrey interjects, ready to end this meeting and relax. He really does have better things to do than this.

“Do we convince them to leave or give them the choice to stay?”