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sometimes it still tricks me
i look like i'd just seen a ghost.
i miss you.
#this is a true boozoi#a ghost#this post is also a grief post#boozoi#weirdcore#weird#art#creepy#horror#borzoi#liminal#dogs#odd#grief#sadness#vent#vent art#artists on tumblr#strange#dreamcore#dreams#oddcore#closecore#creepycore#analog horror#ghost#spirit#cryptid#let me do it for you#trauma
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I'm not sure whose muse was visiting me today, maybe it was more than one. Over 2K on the new fic in one day is epic for me. Still miles to go before I'm gonna share but I'm so excited about it!
#my writing#jatp#julie and the phantoms#it's so much bigger than I wanted when I started#vampires and weres#a warlock#an angel#a deamon#a ghost#some humans#and a supernatural enforcement officer with an affinity for the dead#i'm borrowing from SO many sources
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*ghost sound*
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ok for real tho, what did they edit out of the recent BOTW? I think Mike was doing something silly, but why would they edit it out?
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Ethan Martens for @rocketska on Art Fight
no, i think it worked...
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Peice of art I made a bit ago
It was originally supposed to be a character for some animation that my friend was making but like
I don't wanna be associated with them/any projects that they make but ig we're acquainted lol
Not actually they are such a shitty person
And yet they act like we're still friends when I want nothing to do with them
And that apparently gives them an excuse for them to act like an asshole to me and I like hate it
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TOTK SPOILERS!!
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Nintendo preferred to turn Zelda into a giant W Y R M instead of making her playable
#and I'm agree with that#she has been a pirate#a ghost#a puppet#an imposter#a ninja warrior#but never a playable character!!#I'm talking about the main-line games HW isn't valid in this time#totk spoilers#zelda#tears of the kingdom
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*ghost sound*
Ah! A visitor! You're welcome to rest in my calamansi for a while.
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Can't believe I didn't think to put Sophia Dryden on the "She did atrocities but she's my special girl" poll.
#well maybe trying to do a coup doesn't count as atrocities but still#gaslight gatekeep summon an army of demons girlboos#...girlboos#well i'm not fixing it#she is a girl boo i guess#a ghost#anyway she's my special girl#dragon age stuff
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Prompt #20: Anon
“Beloved, I will see you anon.” With that the highwayman tipped his hat and swung back astride his bird. The ghostly pale silk of his mask gleamed for a moment in the moonlight and then vanished back into shadows.
Flavien watched him go, one hand slowly lifting to lips where he could still feel the man’s familiar kiss. The kiss he knew, but he had never seen the rogue’s face. The man called him beloved but Flavien still knew him as no more than the Ghost of the Roads. And yet, there had been something in his voice that was familiar.
Silvaineaux closed the book with a solid thump and set it atop the small pile that already shared the side table with his empty glass. Perhaps on another night one of those books would have managed to hold his attention, but at this moment nothing seemed able to assuage his restlessness.
His thoughts were a whirl that could not be stilled or captured by books of strategy or even by the mystery of who the Ghost of the Roads might really be. He rose from the chair and paced through the library, this time not in search of another book but simply for whatever ease the feeling of movement might bring him. He reached a corner, turned and then froze an odd prickling awareness tickling at the back of his neck.
He was not alone. His hand went to the hilt of the sword still strapped at his waist even hours after armor and propriety had been shed. Cautiously he prowled back the way he had come, placing his boots carefully. His feet were almost silent over the stone of the floor as he moved back along the line of the shelf.
In that sudden quiet Silvaineaux could make out the sound that had alerted him. It was a soft sound, not unpleasant. The sound of shifting paper was not out of place in the library. It might easily have been Honore flipping through a book, save that he knew perfectly well Honore was not home.
He reached the corner of the shelf, paused a moment, head tilted, until he had placed those sounds. Then he lunged around the corner, sword hissing from its scabbard. He stopped there, the lethal steel naked in his hand, and stared. There on the library table was the little box Honore had found in the attic, its lid propped open.
A man stood over it, tall and fierce, wearing a rather antiquated looking suit of Drachenmail. One of his gauntleted hands delicately held a sheet of paper. Silvaineaux’s tension eased, the point of his sword dropping. This was unquestionably a ghost. He could not have said how he knew, but he always did, even if there was something about this one that was strange.
What it was he could not say, but the man’s eyes met his level, steady, surprisingly clear for all the fact that he was not physically there. For a moment they simply stared at each other across the room, the man’s rather familiar eyes seeming to mirror the shock he felt. Then he simply vanished, the sheet of paper fluttering silently back down into the box.
Silvaineaux’s fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword. It was not a matter of hiding from his sight, and he knew that even if he opened his eyes in the way Vaelanys had taught him he would still find nothing. It was gone.
He slid his sword back into its scabbard and walked over to close the box again. Then he strode over, scooped up his stack of books from beside the chair, and returned to pile them neatly atop it. “Ghost of the Roads, nothing.” He murmured to the rather lurid cover of the topmost volume. “Who is the new ghost in the library?”
Neither the book nor the library saw fit to answer him, so after a moment Silvaineaux picked up that topmost volume once more and tucked it under his arm as he left. At least a few hours reading might solve the matter of the mysterious highwayman.
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I can feel my bones. Constantly. Just under the skin. I feel my sinews and my tendons and my muscles and my joints all moving (together?) Constantly.
There is no rest. Only movement.
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Dwarf Fortress Blind Play Diary: BONUS
The many pools of Eral Lashoists dwarf blood
Two pools, to the north of the settlement, next to a small natural pond.
Three pools, two small, one large, by the well, in the farming basement of the fortress beside the well.
One pool, in the middle of the misc-beast paddock.
A smear, in the far back of the refuse dump.
A solitary pool, on the second to last basement floor of my fortress, just south of the entrance to the crypt.
Notably: there is no dwarf in any of my records with the name Eral Lashhoist. Not alive, dead, or visiting. I have no idea where this blood came from.
It seems to have stopped appearing, for now...
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They really like to tell ghost stories to Waylon’s haunt, all day long!
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Hello! If I may ask you, who are going to be the main characters in your fic "Hocus Pocus"?
The main plot revolves around Mirabel and Camilo, with a subplot around Isabela, Dolores and Luisa. Bruno floats around filling plot holes when I need him. Antonio makes a small but very important appearance.
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