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yxami · 7 months
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I’m bored and don’t wanna go to bed RAA
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Yandere ghost that traces your veins with his fingertips, providing a cool sensation as your chest rises up and down from a quiet slumber. He’s desperate to do more but he doesn’t want to wake you up from the chills he gives.
Not when you have work tomorrow, you’d likely wake up with darker under eyes and a scowling expression all day. He’s always left pouting whenever you even look slightly upset. He can sense when you knit your eyebrows in the lightest irritated way.
He wishes it was possible for you to sense his touch, to feel his love through his hands and mouth, but it’s not possible. And it pains him to accept that fact. He’s almost deluded himself into thinking that some day he can.
And that day comes. Well, you should probably say night, because the night that you sense his cold fingers run across your arm, it makes you jump up from your peaceful dream to see the large man draped over you with his hand retreated back into his other.
“Wh—what the fuck?!” You screamed, slamming back into your bed frame, throwing a stinging feeling into your spine. You were about to let another shriek escape from your lips before he covers it with his hand, straddling your lap to make sure you couldn’t run away.
“Please..! Please don’t scream.. I’m sorry for waking you up, I didn’t know you could sense my touch.. it’s never happened before” He looks at you before looking at his hand to realize you could see and hear him as well.
You could see him!!
“What the fuck are you?” Your face is filled with worry and confusion, his ghostly presence is something you’ve never encountered nor even heard of before.
A ghost man? Appearing in your lap? This has to be another dream, a weird one at that!
“I’m a human! Well, I used to be, now I’m just a ghost. I’m not sure why you can sense my touch now” He stares into your now less widened eyes, never moving an inch from your thighs as he sits comfortably. You weren’t sure if it was an effort to keep you in place or just because he liked it.
“Now?? You’ve been touching me in my sleep before??” You look concerned and worried.
“Don’t say it like that!! I’ve just been grazing my fingers across your arms” He waves his hands in-front of him, turning into a flustered puddle of mess. He was so red in the face from embarrassment, even with his pale look.
“And why have you been doing that?” You sighed, now more confident that this man could do not harm, he looked more like a scared puppy rather than an undead ghost that would haunt you for the rest of your life for whatever reason.
“Because… I’m.. um” His voice hitches in a higher pitch, obviously not prepared for such a direct question. Should he really confess here and now?
“Your..?” You egg him on, expecting a quicker answer now that you responded back. You glanced at him still in your lap, seemingly used to being in the area now, you made no effort to move him.
You wondered whether you could touch him back so you placed your hands on either side of his hips, making him jump from your warm touch.
“Hey!! At least warn me before you grab me” He whines, looking more flustered than before. He couldn’t believe you were just placing your hands all over him without asking. It was hot but still caught him off guard!
“Sorry, I was just wondering if I could also touch you” You rub his side for extra measure and then placed your hands to grab at your cotton bed sheets, awaiting for him to initiate some sort of conversation.
“So.. um.. can I still stay in your house?” He asks awkwardly, hoping your answer would be yes. He winces at the painful silence in between your response, assuming that it was a negative one.
“Fine, but no more touching me in the middle of the night” You look at him, folding your arms as if you were scolding a dog for going through the garbage for the 50th time.
“Stop saying it like that!!!” He whines again, embarrassed by your choice of wording, he felt like it sounded more inappropriate then what he was actually doing.
He sighed after you laughed at his tone and expression, realizing you’d continue teasing him. He was just glad you weren’t creeped out from his lovesick actions. Now, he had to get used to the fact he could touch you but not as intimately as he wanted it to be.
It would take a bit before he could win your heart.
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gojo-mochi · 5 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~
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goddidntdothis · 4 months
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haunted breath
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sirenofthegreenbanks · 2 months
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《山河令》 WORD OF HONOR (2021) | Episode 20
Dear, the kiss that steals your breath Will steal your soul instead When night is all that's left So wait, keep your heart inside My hand won't keep it safe I'll just feed on dreams and smile as hope slowly dies –The Rigs, Run Baby Run
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digenerate-trash · 4 months
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GN Ivory Wraith | GN PC
It started a couple of months ago. You kept getting up and being led to the edge of the forest. Always before you made it too deep though you managed to shake off whatever was calling you in. It's been getting harder though. And tonight you're particularly tired...
You don't even notice you've gotten up till you're standing on a trail leading into the woods. Bare feet softly pad against the dirt and rocks as you make your way in a trance toward the lake. Everything in the woods is eerily quiet. It's just the wind. And the soft constant sound of the lake in the distance.
You're more conscious part of your mind is panicking. Scratching at the back of your head like a viscous animal. Trying to get you to wake up. Snap out of it. But the haze that surrounds the rest of you can't register it. It's like hearing screaming from down the street.
When you get to the lakeside you shiver when you wade into the water but it doesn't stop your steady pace. Soon you swim down into the ruins. The ever-present allure makes it easy to overcome any fear you might of had.
When you finally break the suffice of the water again you panting. The shock of the cold air has woken you up a bit more and you glance around the ancient temple. Dragging your body up out of the water to rest on the shore for a moment. You're starting to come back down to earth and it's causing you to panic.
Your hand slips on the smooth tiles smearing dirt and mud across your already-soaked clothes. You pull yourself up from the ground carefully cradling your hurt arm.
It's too dark to see really. There's just a soft light coming in from the water but that's about it. Your haze is almost completely gone as you rest against the wall and think about how you're supposed to get out of here.
Then you're suddenly surrounded by something warm. Like a blanket covering you you still shiver as you feel soft delicate hands trace up your stomach to your chest
Your heart practically stops as the movement keeps going like it's trying to soothe you but when you move to look at the thing that's holding you so gently you meet with something terrifying. Its face is a twisted maw of sharp teeth and wide black eyes gaze at you. Stands of silvery hair cover the more gnarled bits of its face and body naked as it is. You can see a writhing mass of fumbling ever moving limbs and tentacles attached to uts torso and a necklace that hangs around its collarbones dangling down to its pale chest, Ancient looking. The metal and string are tarnished and old. Bits of bone and jewels hang off the mangled jewelry. You're tempted...oh so tempted to take it
But when you reach out for it your eyes wide the thing grabs your arm with multiple limbs and screeches loudly. The old temple seems to shake with the noise as it wrestles you down to the ground easily. The thing is drooling over you the many limbs keeping you pinned easily. Its black eyes meet yours and there's nothing behind them...
It isn't long before it tears your clothes off sharp claws dragging against your skin ripping and tearing into every part of you until you're completely bare. All of its limbs work together to pull your legs up and pin them to your chest so hard it's difficult to breathe. Multiple tentacles slide over your hole as you squirm and try to choke out cries for help but nothing seems to stop the thing as it presses one of the larger tentacles into you ruthlessly.
Your body tenses up but the creature shutters above you. It must have been so long...
You shake off the thought trying to keep control. This thing doesn't deserve sympathy for raping you. You try and fight it off as best you can as you're fucked against the temple floor your body hurts as it continues to stuff as much of its slimy tentacle into your body
Its gaping sharp toothed mouth drools all over you as it continues to stuff you full. Tongue sliding between is teeth as it continues to hold you. Other tentacles pick up and start to fondle and grope your body coating you in slime.
It's comfortable...warm... you should just give in
You shake off that thought and try to focus again. How do you get this thing off of you?!
You start to feel a bulge at the end of the tentacle and it presses against you. Your body is on fire as you try and resist it.
Why are you resisting..?
You relax and It's not long before the bulge forces its way into you. You can feel it settling into your guts. Your body is tense when the tentacle bulges again. Dropping another slimy egg into your body. They're heavy. The thing over top of you seems so satisfied with your cooperation...
They deserve to be satisfied.
When it pulls out you've lost track of how many heavy eggs you've taken in. Your body is slick and warm still your stomach bulging out a bit.
The creature on top of you keeps licking at your delicate flesh tasting your skin and letting its hands play in the slime that coats your body.
When you finally wake up again you're surprised to find yourself still in the temple. Your stomach hurts so much as you try and leave.
But before you can You can feel someone tugging on you a bit.
Stay
And you do. The figure steps in front of you and smiles. A beautiful ghost... so pretty and soft looking. The only thing you seem to notice about it is the necklace that hangs off of them. It reaches out and places a warm hand on your stomach, the feeling sends shivers up your spine as you relax into its touch.
And you stay
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feng-huli · 7 days
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Ghostly glances across an aisle
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ghostbeam · 6 months
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Yan nanami where his whole thing is seeing how far ur willing to let him go before u can’t take it and stop loving him while ur thing is how much resistance from u can he take before he stops loving u
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bittersweet-innocence · 8 months
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Ghost Lover
CW: Yandere, light mentions of death, eating pussy/ass
WC: 1,088
Gender Neutral Reader (No descriptions)
You felt him before you even woke, a cold breeze, a brisk chill of ice brushing against your skin. It pulled you out of your muddled dreams filled with billowing wisps and echoing voices.
You clung to sleep, burying your face into your pillow even as the chill solidified against you, within you. You refused to open your eyes and acknowledge him. It didn’t matter he knew you were awake, he always seemed to know.
His hands tightened on your hips, his palms somewhat solid against your skin even as his fingers flickered between being solid and phasing through your skin as he focused solely on keeping his tongue solid within you. He hummed softly, his voice airy and distorted to your ears, carrying in a breeze that didn’t exist.
Once he knew you were awake, he buried his tongue deeper, no longer willing to just tease you. It felt like a popsicle buried within you and goosebumps raced across your skin.
You gasped softly, clenching around him as the chill made your skin all the more sensitive to his spectral touch.
He twisted his tongue, searching for your sweet spots, his tongue rolling over and over inside you. You couldn’t open your eyes now even if you wanted, knowing if you dared to look at him his head would be spinning round and round without his body following.
You could barely deal with him coming back from the grave. His first appearance back had been levitating over you in bed, a horrible way to wake up and something he regularly apologized for, but to see his head coming out of your stomach while he buried his tongue inside you almost made you vomit the first time he ate you out like this.
You rolled onto your back, feeling him phase through you in surprise as you moved. He quickly adjusted and pushed his tongue back into you.
“Sorry.” You muttered. “I was sleeping on my side all night and it kinda hurts.”
“It’s fine.” He mumbled. “Doesn’t bother me none.”
His hands left your hips as he spoke, trailing up your stomach to your pebbled nipples. He pinched your nipples, gently tugging on them as he chuckled lowly, the sound thrumming through your insides.
“Ah, uh.. wow, you’re getting good at that.” You say softly as your breath picks up. He hums again, his tongue pressing hard to your sweet spot. You moan softly and squirm under his cold touch.
“I’ve been practicing.” He murmurs, sighing his icy breath into you. It takes effort for your hips not to jump away from the invading cold.
You chuckle, finally opening your eyes as you stare up at your ceiling. “Does that mean I have broken cups to clean up when I get out of bed?” You ask.
When he had first come back he had been wholly intangible, much to his dismay, and so you practiced with cups and mugs to regain some of his solid form. You felt him grin from within you, a bizarre feeling that made your stomach flip.
“No, I took care of it already. No broken cups today.” He responds softly. “I just wanna see you cum. It’s the least I can do until I can fuck you again.”
You roll your eyes, he was needy enough as is, you could imagine how’d he be once he could fuck you again. He’d rut you day and night once he had the chance.
You moaned, your eyes slipping closed again as your hand went down on instinct to tangle in his hair. Your hand went straight through him and his tongue dissipated like smoke within you. You whined and dropped your hand down by your side.
“Sorry”. You mumbled.
“It’s fine. Don’t apologize.” He said as his tongue reformed inside. His hand found you and his fingers entwined with yours. He gently squeezed your hand as he worked his tongue deeper.
You would have made a remark about him trying to bury himself into your stomach, but your stomach was twisting. You moaned, letting your mouth hang open with soft pants as your hips rolled forward.
You caught him off guard and a short sound of surprise left his lips. He quickly recovered from his surprise and his tongue lapped harder, desperately drinking you down like you were the last thing he’d ever experience.
You shuddered, grip on his hand tightening. While his death hadn’t been fun by any means, you certainly were having fun with his newfound chill. It worked wonders inside you and you found yourself squeezing your eyes shut as your moans rose in volume, chasing his touch as pleasure mounted like the wave of a tsunami.
It crashed upon you and you were left, hips rutting through his ghostly form as pleasure drowned you in its electric shock. Your back arched and you moaned his name, fingers slipping through his hand as he got lost in your pulsating twitches against his tongue.
It was overwhelming, too cold, but your body felt like it was on fire. Too much touch inside you, but you wished you could feel all of him. It lasted too long, but ended too short.
Your body finally relaxed as your orgasm released its grip. Your hips dropped back down onto the bed as you panted, chest heaving as giggles bubbled in your chest.
“Fucking Christ.” You finally said between pants. “I’m never one to turn down a treat, but you may be getting too good at that. I’m seeing spots.”
He floated over you, hovering just out of your reach as he grinned down at you. “No such thing as too good. I will only be too good once if I kill you. And that’s only ‘cause then you can actually beat the shit out of me.”
You scoffed up at him. “Already ruining the mood.” You grumble. “If you kill me during sex, you will never know peace.”
His grin only widened. “Nonsense. Then we could exist together once again and go to the afterlife to live the life we should have been given.”
You glare up at him. “Will that be before or after they find my dead body naked and having died during sex? That’s the most embarrassing way to die.”
You put your hands up, picturing the headline. “Local loon dies from orgasm. Details inside. I would find a way to kill you myself, screw a fucking stroke.”
“Harsh.” He said, smiling all the same. “Come on, your breakfast is eating cold.”
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katvazamo · 13 hours
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i think the consensus of the watcher situation is that people would pay a subscription service but seeing the content as it is now they cant justify
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ladamarossa · 10 months
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Szu-Chia Chen in 鬼眼 - Ghost Eyes (1974)
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save-the-data · 1 year
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Oh No! Here Comes Trouble | s01e01
Taiwanese Drama - 2023, 12 episodes
~ Episode List ~ 
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smolnerdisms · 9 months
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I think something that gets me so much about Wen Kexing in Word of Honor, is his line "It's too late." He uses it twice when Zhou Zishu is going on about how he's finally found Zhen Yan again, and then a few more times when Shen Shen confronts him about his parents. At that point, he cries out in despair- "They're both dead, along with Zhen Yan." And it's just so completely gutting.
I have a unique experience of being betrayed, of my family being hurt, by people who I trusted, who formed a large part of my community, my identity, and who I thought would help us in time of need. It led to such a horrible traumatic experience, for all of us. And it does feel like a part of me has died. I keep meeting people who are part of this community (and have nothing to do with the others) and they still believe in it and wonder why I don't. But the reality is, I don't have the ability to anymore. I suspect I will regard this community with distrust and skepticism for years to come. It is indeed too late. The part of me that believed is long gone, replaced with anger and trauma that will never fully heal.
I am in a unique position to understand why Wen Kexing had such a burning desire to burn the world down and himself along with it. Because sometimes, all you want to do after such a horrible betrayal is hurt the ones who hurt you. Calling them dogs and demons doesn't even faze me. Even though there is good people in the mix, they didn't do anything to help and so they're going to be part of the pyre too.
So at the end of the series, when Wen Kexing takes his revenge on Zhao Jing, and calls out the Jianghu for namedropping his father but not helping them, it gives me a very sick sense of satisfaction. That's what I wish I could do as well, but I can only engage in the catharsis that fiction allows.
Wen Kexing is a fucked up little guy. But he's my fucked up little guy. And I understand him perfectly.
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yandere-sins · 10 months
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If Ghost & König big, bad soldiers... why comfort characters?
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Nightmare AU part 25
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Amstran the moon dancer:"This day was something, looks like a storm will come soon, i will contact Dandelion the white flower and the others tomorrow, i miss my family too, maybe we can take a break."
Felix Reddison: "Yan-naifu the ghost have already brought the herbs, i will send for someone to bring the oils."
Red the fortune teller:" How are you feeling dear sister? Does it still hurt? I should take her home, this can't go on."
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Amstran the moon dancer:"It's late, we should get some sleep, tomorrow we will see how we can help Felix Reddison and the funeral... On the other hand Red the fortune teller, i know how worried you must be, i want to see my family too, see how the situation is in the real world but we have to postpone for now."
Nishya the dream cat:"I will not stay aside, stop treating me like a child Red the fortune teller! I am in this just like every one here, i can do this!"
Faith the head rabbit:"Listen here stop arguing, it won't help us, we made progress till now, i am with Nishya the dream cat on this one, we need all the help!"
Hester the photo marksmen:"Well, good night and sleep tight, i need my energy!"
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Luna the moon demon:"What a horrible night, i can't even hear my thoughts..."
Hester the photo marksmen:"Yes, this is usually the weather, everybody is afraid of storms, the powerful ones."
Staran the galaxy man:"Can't sleep? I'm worried for many things too you know...Itwill be alright!"
Lumboo the light ghost:"Why is everybody awake at this hour? Go back to bed and oh, i want to ask you not to use the electricity use a candle, those storms are not pretty and i dislike to have to double work after them tomorrow. Good night!"
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Yan-naifu the ghost:"Breakfast is ready, Faith the head rabbit could you please tell the rest to come down, we have lot's of work today!"
Red the fortune teller:"Nishya the dream cat isn't coming for breakfast, i want her to stay in bed, i will do her tasks as well."
Sky Coeur the detective:"It is alright if i will take some food for Nishya the dream cat as well, i would like to read the newspaper amd think about our new move in silence."
Lumboo the light ghost:"There isn't much in the newspaper only i read that another girl went missing, Acrylia the sour candy, poor her, she only was 13..."
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Lumboo the light ghost:"Oh, great... I dislike the storms, looks like it affected the west part of the motel, i will need some new lightbulbs with sockets as well, i just saw two that was almost melted."
Felix Reddison:"Looks like the power cables was cut too, it might be that the electricity pole was affected too... Things like this happens almost all the time! It's a nightmare with this weather."
Staran the galaxy man:"Well, me and Hester will go in the town to buy what is needed, if that is alright with you."
Yan-naifu the ghost:"Oh, and buy some snail pasta and jelly slugs , we just run out of them."
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Polestar the star sprite:"Oh, hello, new customers, how can i help you?"
Staran the galaxy man:"We are looking for a shop that has snail pasta..."
Polestar the star sprite:" That would be the next shop around the corner on the left.I wpuld love to show you and your friend around here."
Hester the photo marksmen:"That would be nice but we don't want to bother too much, plus you are busy."
Polestar the star sprite:"Yes, i sell herbs and medicine, old cures...and so on."
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Red the fortune teller:"Are you coming too, Nishya the dream cat? You should stay here with Le souris bonbon neige to guard you till we come back."
Le souris bonbon neige:"Funerals are not my thing, i really don't want to see all that sadness it's heart breaking, poor Felix Reddison."
Yan-naifu the ghost:"Are you all ready? Five more minutes, the rest are already at the door, hurry up...!"
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Polestar the star sprite:"I've heard about this, i'm sorry i brought some flowers and some scented chopsticks."
Staran the galaxy man:"Hope you don't mind bringing a new friend from the town."
Felix Reddison:"Oh no, i don't mind at all... Excuse me now i have to check on her father... Iwas wondering if i would keep her crown, she loved this so much, i bought her this but..."
Sky Coeur the detective:"You don't want to keep it because it's too paintful, we get it."
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Felix Reddison:"Thanks you guys for being here, it's a long funeral... That is why it's a nightmare, i don't know what to say... I'm trying to be strong!"
Amstran the moon dancer:"We are here, take your time, sorry for your lost!"
Faith the head rabbit:"Life is too short, but i know you made her happy even if we didn't know Jenna Heart for a long time."
Luna the moon demon:"You made her happy, that's important, i know you look after her and loved her as well... Jenna Heart showed me some old photos."
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Part 1 till 24:
So, to explain, the lover leave the first white flower near the grave not on the grave, the bords of the thumbstone is always a shade of red if not red red, they let special candles on the grave... And the rest is a short ceremony.
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feng-huli · 26 days
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Wuchang Gui and Happy Ghost gif collection 💚🧡
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basementstalker · 3 months
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s, i’d like to thank you for all the kindness you’ve shown me for so long. i appreciate you deeply and i’m extremely fond of you (just so you know)
- ghost
You're very sweet, Ghost. I enjoy your posts and vibe with your blog. I hope you have many happy days ahead of you. May you see something cute today/tonight!
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