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thelampisaflashlight · 11 months

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I was playing around with some character lore and so forth and as I was scribbling down Ideas I basically wound up going, "What if I wrote Dew how I initially saw him before I learned his fandom characterization?" and it basically went like this;

Me, writing Dew without an angsty background: "...What are you?"

Dew: "Mentally stable."

Me: "Dear God..."

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #for all intents and purposes this is a joke #kind of #I am actually working on some lore stuff and one of those involves how I write Dew #this would probably be more of an au kinda deal if I did since I already have a fairly solid thing going with Dew now #still though

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zoomzooml · 6 months

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I un-Swedished them, I guess?

So yeah, costumes inspired by traditional clothes of Slavic countries (here more specifically, Poland). I just like them a lot and lately I'm listening to Ghost a lot lmao

And here I drew the sets, but Ghouls do not have a gender division of clothing (except for the Ghoulettes' capes) and they all are clothed the same (almost) so in total it's four completely different outfits? Without much difference what model we have here

#I think it started to develop into AU in my head lol #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #redesign #<<kinda??? not sure #my art #non transformers #doodles

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ghouljams · 9 months

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everyone waddling up to ghoul’s blog showing our ocs like kindergartners showing their teacher their drawing in hopes of getting a star

god i hope i get a star…

LOVING everyone and their writings and ocs as well

Everyone gets a gold star and a smiley face. I'm loving reading about everyone's OCs, oh my god I love them. It feels like my little world is just expanding with every one of them.

#ghoul speaks #i know everyone likes the fae au #and it makes me happy having you all participating in it #oc talk #i feel like i need a decent fae tag for people to put them in if they dont wanna send asks #or if they wanna write fic #but i dont have a title for the fae au #well i kinda have one for ghost and Love but thats....#a working title

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xohmegax · 1 year

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Maybe today I’ll be nice and draw y’all some Ghockey Au Dew

Or maybe I’ll be annoying and just sleep all day, the possibilities are endless

#nameless ghouls #ghost band #hockey au #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghoul dewdrop #I’m working night shifts and ngl I kinda wanna smash my head against a wall

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hobicakess · 2 years

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IT WAS THE MONSTERS! : COMING SOON!!

SUMMARY: You were born with the ability to see and spot out spirts and monsters. From vampires, to werewolves, demons, ghost and ghouls. Now as an adult you use this “gift” to help your clients overcome their worst demons. The “gift” you had never really caused you trouble now that you’re an adult but you guess some monsters don’t like psychics interfere with their fun.

RATING: 18+

PAIRING: ot7 x reader | poly!au

part 1

One night while you were closing your shop two men walked in one short and blond, the other dark haired, and taller than the other. They were both dangerously handsome and the energy that came from them was hot, sensual, and angry. The blond stormed up to you hissing, eyes turning an unnatural shade of black. “So you’re the one putting us out of business?”

Staring at his face you could definitely tell this was one of the men disrupting the lives of so many men and women. So many of your clients have complained about these two men being a one night stand at some club, then as days go on they invade their dreams, and every single thought. Jimin and Taehyung the dynamics incubus duo.

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delusionalbitchinthehouse · 1 month

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Thought about Ghost pirate AU instead of sleeping last night, so here are some of said thoughts (I really wanna make that a fic but i'd need to research some specific vocabulary since english isn't my first language and even in french i don't know much about how to describe ships and things like that) :

Copia is the captain of the Impera ship (how original, I know).

Cirrus and Aether are his seconds in command.

Phantom has tons of eyepatches that he decorates with shells Swiss picks for him, pearls Rain brings back from the deepest parts of the sea, shiny things Aurora gifts him, etc...

Sunshine is constantly up in the sails, swinging from ropes and masts, keeping an eye on the sea and the sky, always on the lookout for danger or opportunities.

Dew is an incredible shot, and he's very proud of it - likes to show off, though he knows when to prioritize efficiency over elegancy.

Rain is some kind of siren, and lures whichever ship the crew has eyes on toward them by singing. He usually swims after the ghouls' ship, when the sea is calm and he isn't needed on the deck.

Swiss has a variant of Rain's capacity, but without singing. He just...sort of hypnotize people just by talking. Like...enhanced charm. It wears off the longer the person is exposed to it, though, so he has to use it wisely.

Their ship is the fastest on the sea, since Cumulus and Cirrus can manipulate wind and basically give it a speed boost whenever.

Mountain's sense of orientation is impecable. As long as you have him, you're never lost. He's like a living compass. (maybe he can "sense" the lands around them to a certain extend ?)

Aether ties and unties knots in loose ropes when he's anxious (kinda like Finnick in Hunger Games) and is the medic on board.

Cirrus is a sword master. Do not challenge her in a duel, she will win.

Aurora is an explosion enthousiast. Do not let her unsupervised around canons or powder. It does come in a handy when the goal is to blow up the enemy, though.

Cumulus is a frightenigly clever strategist. Whenever a plan needs to be made, she always come up with the best, most twisted ideas. She's also in charge of drawing the maps (she's the only one with a neat handwritting).

#brain is braining #I also have ideas for the era three ghouls but it's still a bit vague #might write some more later #pirate au #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #copia #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost

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crypticsketchpad · 8 months

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miscellaneous ghoul AU doodles from the past few months!

1- hatbox and eliza having a nap (based on how baby owls sleep lol)

2- emily and her son tommy loafing?? kinda. it's hard to draw humanoids loafing though idk

3- hold small husband like burger

4- sleepy hatbox

5- ghost host (or rather, ghoul host) design, colored for a friend on discord to use as their icon :]

6, 7, 8- phineas, ezra, and gus ghoul designs

9- hatty and ghouleota comic-style doodle, i dunno. wanted to test out some speech bubble brushes i bought.

for context, the "she" they're referring to is constance; capital punishment for crimes such as murder in ghoul society is pinioning one's wings, referred to as wing clipping for simplicity's sake. since leota is an expert on ghoul physiology and kind of an authority figure in the group, she's the one who performs such an act when it's necessary.

#haunted mansion #ghouls au #hatbox ghost #emily (thm)#eliza hatford #oc #sketch #fanart #los creaturas. love em #i havent introduced tommy anywhere yet but i probably will in the near future #also happy 144th birthday to eliza! (sep. 13)

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anotherghoul666 · 1 year

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This Could All Be Yours

STRIPPER!AU STRIPPER!AU GUYS IT’S HERE I FINISHED IT IT’S HERE

This is my offering to this wonderful community of horny and supportive people for the holidays. Yule blessings aplenty on you if you’re pagan like me / merry christmas if that’s something you celebrate / happy hanukkah / if you celebrate another holiday at this time of year I wish you a good one. And if it’s a weird or difficult period of the year for you then I hope this fic brightens your day and brings some positivity in! ❤️

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Rating: Explicit

Tags / contains: stripper!AU; come discover the setting of the Ghost strip club in all its glory, possibilities and inner workings; get to know each ghoul and their jobs in the stripper!verse; Rain is not in the band / get to know everyone through his eyes; fish out of water trope; every ghoul gets a whole ass scene at least, sometimes more than one scene (yes that’s partly why it’s so big XD); sex worker appreciation; fat bodies appreciation; normal bodies appreciation; yes all the moves I name in the dance scenes are real and you can google the names to see exactly what move the strippers are doing; THE OUTFITS YOU GUYS, the outfits I put the strippers in, I had so much fun with the outfits, please come gush over the outfits with meeeeeeeee; stripper/client dynamic; light D/s vibes; dom!Rain kinda? he tries his best; sub!Swiss kinda? at least he listens; watch these two dorks simultaneously develop a crush on each other; lap dances; private dances; breaking strip club rules; grinding; nipple play; frottage / jacking off dicks together; cum play; breaking even more club rules; idiots in love.

Summary: Rain is an abbey ghoul with a rather monotonous and repetitive life. He’d like a change, but he can’t quite seem to make it happen. It’s his lack of confidence that’s the issue, his coworkers say, and they give him all sorts of tips, tricks and challenges to help him grow. Including a dare to go spend an evening at the infamous Ghost Strip Club. The ever popular establishment, high-end provider of the most enticing and luxurious sins of the flesh, equally intimidates and fascinates Rain. Beyond the heavy cathedral doors of the club lies a whole world of temptations and pleasures with its own rules, its own codes, its own inhabitants. Rain gets a taste of the peculiar staff of the club in more ways than one, and he also gets a confidence lesson he won’t soon forget. What better way to learn how to be bold than some hands on practice?

Read it here on AO3!!

Tagging the usernames I wrote down for people who showed interest in this fic in my comments and asks, etc: @joeynihil @st-danger @reaperghoul @ghostnamelesfan @sodo-emeritus @namelessghouls-primemover (I dunno if you changed your username or deleted buddy but just in case Imma still tag it the way it used to be written in case you recognize yourself) @merginyourface @royalchachi @crimsonclergy @unholybuttholey @arsonyard @idkhowbut-art @blanchebees I'm sure there's others I missed and forgot to write down specifically, I'm sorry, consider yourself tagged if you were part of the stripper!AU hype train with us too! ❤️

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meliora-box · 1 year

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OK IM FINALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT ANOTHER GHOAP AU SCENARIO THATS BEEN ON MY MIND FOREVER

So recently the band ghost(ha funny) and recently they came out with two temporary ghouls (the members playing the instruments) and I’ve came up with the idea from that soap in a band fic where HE is one of the temporary ghouls.

So basically how I’ve been thinking about it is he got the spot as the lead guitarist including backup vocals and he’s so excited he’s telling everyone in the 141 and giving them tickets to a close by show and right before telling ghost his news they get into a fight, not sure about what I haven’t gone that far into the idea💀 but anyways after that fight soap was just like “well screw you too” and just leaves for the tour without telling ghost

After a few days ghost gets a little concerned like “where tf is my bf???” And then Gaz and Price come up like “yo you ready for the concert?” And ghost is like “huh???” So they have to explain where soap has been and ghost feels SO bad because he wants to support his bf but he just messed it up by getting into that argument, so he rushes to pack and head with the rest of the guys to the concert, not really knowing who the band is but he’s still gonna support his bf (and his callsign is the same as the band name so he thinks it’s kinda funny)

They get to the venue and right as the begging song “kaisarion” starts and that curtain drops ghost knows EXACTLY which one is his Johnny. The one guitarist with the white guitar that’s super energetic, the big smile that’s visible from the helmet he wears, and the slightly muscular frame you can see even through the all black costume, it’s definitely him. Ghost isn’t even focusing on the song he’s only focusing on soap the whole time, and when his solo came on ghost’s eyes widen and he’s fascinated because why did NOONE tell him his Johnny is so talented?? And his voice when he does backup vocals???? Ghost is just in awe the entire time

Then they get to the near ending and all of a sudden “Mary on a Cross” begins playing and Ghost perks up because this song sounds really familiar. He notices that Soaps mic is more louder for this song and he’s standing closer to the side the 141 are at. Then the line “your beauty never ever scared me” comes on and ghost sees that soap is looking directly at him.

THATS AS CLOSE TO A FANFIC YALL ARE GETTING FROM ME BECAUSE I CANT WRITE FOR SHIT😭 BUT THATS AN IDEA IVE BEEN HAVING AND CONJOINING MY TWO BIGGEST HYPERFIXATIONS TOGETHER IS REALLY FUN??

#soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #they’re dumb and in love your honor

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spookberry · 1 year

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Half Normie Au: so I have a question, are there any of Danny's rogues that hes actually become friends with? Like they stopped messing around in amity and they just sorta hang out in the ghost zone?

Have the Boos and Ghouls met any of Danny's Ghost friends(frostbite, pandora, Dora, clockwork, dani)

Not really? Like there are definitely ghosts hes on friendly terms with but they still aren't above picking a fight if theyre having a bad day(such as Johnny or Kitty). I cant really see any of them losing interest in escaping to the human realm to goof of or terrorize Danny in particular.

I had considered the way Danny initially wound up at MH being accidental while fighting one of his rogues. But i have another concept I like more so I think I'm going with that now 🤔 i think it'd be funny if Ember knew Ari. Like back when Ember was mind controlling people into being famous she ran into Ari and they just kinda looked at each other. And then looked away. Lmao. Solidarity amongst ghost popstars who are manipulating the masses.

Oh Porter! He wanders off to Amity a couple times and has met one or two of the rogues. But idk who he'd get along with 🤔 maybe he plays pretend with youngblood sometimes lol

#ask #half normie au

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thehistoriangirl · 3 months

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The Tides Have Veiled [Thirteen]

Viktor x Fem!Reader---/Gothic AU/Haunted Sea---2.9K---SFW**

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Synopsis: Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts. Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: There are secrets everywhere: under the sea, in the cliffside, even in your husband's eyes. Perhaps it's time to start unraveling them.

Taglist: @lunar-monster @local-mr-frog @bittercyder @blissfulip

Thirteen: Waterlogged Past

The waves crashed against the rock, amplified inside to make it sound like a furious beast. An alien, purplish glow bleed from the strange carvings along the humid cave’s walls, morphing your skin into an almost grey-like hue.

Your presence echoed with more reverb with each step you took forward, mind torn between staying away from the strange room in front of you and the pinch of curiosity nagging you to lean closer, to decipher whatever the rock and the sea tried to tell you.

There was no other breathing than yours, no other shadows outlined by the violet beacons dimming and shining in a rhythm similar to the waves that were lapping lazily against the pool carved in the middle of the chamber, whose small, round entrance made seem the water much deeper than it probably was.

Careful not to slip—you didn’t wish to discover the bottom of said aquatic maw—your hands touched the walls as you maneuvered against the circular bridge guiding you toward the end of the chamber, the rock vibrating under your fingertips, smooth and cold. Pulsating as a heart would, almost.

It hummed for you. And part of your foggy mind filled to the brim with grief, shock, and fatigue, considered, if only for a fleeting moment, that you recognized the tune; a melody faded just as the rock had surrendered against the merciless force of time.

You sighed once your feet touched the solid rock bottom of the cave, far away from the pool, the mist escaping from your lips ascending toward the cupule meters above.

It wasn't until then that your mind uttered a dark thought, pushing restlessly all the wonder and curiosity as the words chilled your bones: what if this chamber had been created for witchcraft practices?

What if all those songs were cursed, that the sigils themselves were a forbidden language that you just had willingly walked through? With the threshold broken, would another ghoul start chasing you here, too?

Hugging yourself, you quickly settled against a wall, looking around the circular space only to find it empty, still vibrating and singing, but devoid of life.

Nearby your newly discovered hiding place, the edge of your humid coat brushed another surface, and then you saw it. A group of amorph shadows formed a small mountain range against the bright cave walls.

Piles of books and papers over a rusty metal desk that looked almost crimson once you got close enough. Upon it were messy, blurry newspapers scattered all over the surface, half-rotten, with the pages crusty from the constant humidity of the place, all of them with the same printed font.

Piltover’s Bulletin.

It was a miracle they could survive at the touch of your fingers once you started separating them. Fragments of dates from two centuries ago, pictures of the once blooming town this coastal town was all molded and torn.

Still, some of the past remained in the sentences in which the ink hadn’t run too much.

Sudden hurricane destroys town. […] survivors moved […] ruins between the mud. […] lonely tower standing. […] bankrupt […] Stell family […] survivors. Tropical storm hits Piltover—the end of the mythical town? […] curse? Bad luck? […] displeasing by the offerings […] punishment […] New city called in honor to wipe out town.

Your eyes turned teary, head pounding as the trail of words started to mix one another, too enthralled to look away as the history was unraveling in front of you, despite how incomplete it would be.

Rebuilt of destroyed fishing town: Mayor of Piltover announces […] touristic as it once was […] Mermaid’s Museum […] repair the lighthouse's broken beacon and […] marvels at the gigantic waves […]

Mossy books of yellow pages covered some of the newspapers there, the golden lettering of the covers barely readable. You knew the words would fade under your touch if you ever dared to open them and scan their pages.

So you kept reading the newspapers, taking the books, and putting them aside.

Five Haunted Places You Shouldn’t Visit […] weeping cliff […] grey and rainy […] haunted manor […] the new owner […] dead […] What was Piltover, the ghost town? […] fishing […] Stell’s Canned Company investors […] quickly developing […] and now […] […] “magic” […] mermaids […] wishes […] […] turmoil awoken […] hunting […] mammals […] the museum’s biggest controversy […]

You knew which controversy they were talking about, your mind recalling the tag of the disappeared Mermaid hung on Viktor’s underground office. A century ago, at most, when biologists and other experts were trying to discover if the mermaid specimen was fake.

Many of them had traveled to Piltover the Old to do their own research, only to give up when all they got were an empty sea and rude locals.

But then were the ones who stayed, sending the specimen to the lab, only to find that the body had not been created by snitching different body parts. It wasn’t a made-up chimera. Then, what was it?

The runes on the wall chimed, you know very well what we are.

Only legends. You’ve heard your grandmother telling you the story a thousand times, words spilling from her tired lips and droopy eyes, yet compliant to sate the curiosity of a little child gently tucked in an old, creaky cot.

All started with a greedy fisherman, and all would end with one, too.

You took a step backward, wanting to forget every word you’ve engraved in your mind. All about monsters lurking beneath, every sarcastic, cruel remark outlined with poison from your aunt, the reminder of the ghost at the coast.

You can’t escape from your blood.

You can’t escape from this town. Married to a lie or not, it will disappear like a dream once the sun comes to bleed on the horizon.

The lights inside the cavern pulsated like a heart, from a faint pink to a bright purple passing through white. Salt and humidity seeped into the air, and it was as if you were inside the sea's heart.

“I need to get out of here,” you muttered, biting your lips at the possibility of the ghost advancing further down the coast to get you, hovering at the entrance of the cave.

Stay. Stay inside my heart. My sanctuary.

Behind you, the gentle swaying of the waves broke by a splash.

“Hello?” you said, like an idiot. It was a flicking shadow that created goosebumps up your arms.

A flicking, ghostly, white silhouette of a dorsal spine.

You felt droplets of sweat prickling your forehead, feeling like a cornered animal about to meet the slaughter.

Your steps backtracked until your back touched the wall, feeling a jolt of tingling electricity running down your body. “Ah!” You gasped, jumping away from the walls as the pool down rippled.

You couldn’t know what was worse, the unknown of this creature, or the known monstrosity of the ghost outside. Perhaps both were aiming for the same purpose.

To kill you.

And there was nothing to use as a weapon inside the cave. Without taking your gaze off the water, you looked around for anything that could be useful, but there were only books and papers and pens; the foot of the table was too strong still to try detaching it and use it as a pole.

Tears started falling, hands were all red from the rust.

From pulling, you fell against the ground, making the table collapse atop you.

“Please… please…” you muttered, voice broken and laced with exhaustion. “Please let me alone…”

Part of you wished to give up; what was the point of living like this? Tormented every night and every other day? Living a farse, chasing an impossible dream? You knew you could never fit in the city, it was too bustling and colorful for someone so drained of life, all blue and grey and black now that your soul had absorbed the essence of this sea, this damned sea.

Your prison. Your home. Your everything.

One of the legs of the table gave up with a squeak, the contents on the surface spilling everywhere, with some books sliding toward the descending pool.

From the rippling water, a white tail with purple hues splashed into the surface, pulling the books away.

Your scream left a copper aftertaste in your mouth.

Now I understand my mother, you thought, your frantic breathing becoming sobs that ripped out your heart. Why did she choose this way of ending her life—because there was no other way.

It felt suffocating, the salty air and the thick humidity, the dizzying light and the soft texture of the moss, the rippling of the water and the roaring of the sea outside, the lament of the cliff and the screams of your aunt, the horrifying apparitions.

You swung the table leg, making the thick air whistle with the movement. From all the legends, mermaids were as alluring as they were mortal, created so delicately like coral barriers, and just as ancient.

Perhaps it was its lair, perhaps it was a trap you’ve fallen into. Anyway, you were not going to give up so easily.

Getting near the edge of the rock, you gazed down at the pool of inky black water, where you felt something gazing back.

Your tears ran down your cheeks, dripping in solitary drops down the ocean water, all salty as if they had belonged to it since the beginning.

Stay. Stay inside my heart. My sanctuary. The runes sang.

A siren’s melody.

Was this the so-called melody? Conveying everything you wished to have.

Rolling to lay on your back, you looked at the ceiling as if it were a starry sky, a maniac smile splitting your face once the laughter started bubbling up your throat.

A whispery voice flowed inside the cavern like a lullaby.

“Get out and face me!” you screamed, sight blurred by tears, eyes getting close once your body has given up for today. “Take me now if that’s what you’re going to do! I’m done! I’m… I’m so scared. And so, so tired… Please…”

Stay. Stay inside my heart. My sanctuary.

The song filled you in and out; warming the void you had for heart. It felt familiar, like the way a blanket would cover you once the rain came, the company of another body reassuring you that everything would be alright, no matter what.

My sanctuary. My sanctuary. My sanctuary. My sanctuary. Our sanctuary.

Our sanctuary. Don’t you remember?

A dream built in silver grey and pale blue; the storm covering the trails of sunshine midwinter. Here, the water wasn’t bottomless black, but instead a murky green, algae swept in gentle sways.

Yet, you kept on wading. Swimming. But the coast was nowhere to be found, water conquering the horizon where the silver of the sky dipped in green. A loop carved in agony, the cold gnawing at your limbs until the ache was but a numb ghost breathing in the shell of your ear.

A familiar, feminine voice carried by the wind, coming from somewhere on the horizon.

“Please don’t do this! Please!”

Frowning, your arms cut through the water, the sound growing with each wade, the wish to give up at the sight of your fingertips turning blue.

Your lungs burned, hot pants rising and quickly lost against the pale sky and the tide that grew restless, furious. From murky green to unmistakable brown.

“You don’t have to obey him! Please, have mercy!”

It was the sudden brush of something against your leg, hollow and smooth—no, not hollow, bloated.

Bodies. Bilis raised in your throat, eyes tearing as you made your wave toward the coast.

Between the muddy water, you started to see fragments of rubble floating aimlessly. Wood and branches scratching your body with the crescent waves, torn cloth starting to submerge to be lost forever in the abyss.

Over the horizon, the grey got interrupted by the irregular edge of a cliff; black with mud coming from the nearby forest, white and pink where the rock had given up against the water.

Not any cliff—it was the cliff, with the steps newly carved into the stone, the hill much shorter now that the beach was covered in water, half the steps drowned, covered in death and decay. But the lighthouse remained, brightly painted with red and white. Though you were sure the multiple clutter of marks scratched on the rock wasn't.

You advanced toward the cliff wishing to reach your resting destination, your eyes caught a glimpse of the emptiness in front of the lighthouse.

There where the house once stood was only a hole in the ground.

A grave.

As on cue, the cries of the cliff started, much closer and solid like a heartbreak, a reminiscence of those screamed by your aunt at the funeral of your uncle. Cries death had planted behind its reaping.

Once you reached the rock, your nails scratched the mud off the slippery surface, trying to find a purchase to leap out of the freezing water.

Someone was atop the cliff.

“Vik…tor?” you said, voice hoarse.

It wasn't him, the sound of the wet dress was all too familiar, too dreaded.

“Look what have you done, stupid girl,” the ghostly woman said, leaning forward to settle her face right in front of you, taking in the rotten pale flesh covered with barnacles and algae, eyes replaced by holes, a smile too wide there where her lips had disappeared once devoured by fish. "It'll be better once all this ends with you.”

She lifted her hunting knife, guilt, and horror knotted in your stomach like an anchor that kept you in place.

“Pl-please…” you tried to utter.

The woman sneered. “There is no mercy for monsters like you.”

The metal sang on its descent toward your throat, yet the burning sensation of your blood dripping out never came.

Wet tendrils of the monster conjured by your aunt tugged at your ankles still covered in water. They scratched you against the rock and the surface of the sand when started getting down toward the depths.

The woman shrieked; her knife covered with a streak of crimson. Had she hurt you?

From under the water, a pair of eyes shone.

Once and again and again, calling your name.

“Miss! Miss! Please wake up!”

Your eyes opened, and a flash of blinding sunlight hit your face. Groaning, your hands covered your eyes, the smell of salt and humidity overwhelming. Pulling away, you noticed the red tips of your now uneven fingernails.

Horrified, you felt your hair tangled with the motions of the waves, the soft sand curving under to mold your body.

“Miss! Miss! Oh, thanks the heavens!” Viktor pressed your shoulders, his golden eyes two additional suns shining upon you. His thick eyebrows furrowed, gaze softening in relief once you looked back at him. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need something? I should've brought you some water—"

“Viktor?” you muttered, dirty hands reaching to cup his face, feeling the outline of his cheekbones. “Is this real?”

He smiled, the corner of his lips brushing your fingers.

“Yes. I assure you.” His warm digits intertwined with yours, pulling them away to draw soothing circles over your knuckles. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

With one hand, he helped you sit, brushing the soaked hair off your forehead.

“What happened?” you said, holding onto his arms. “Where… where is the cave?”

“The cave?” He asked, eyes wide open.

You pointed your finger toward the side of the cliff. “There! There’s a hole there that conducts to a cavern.” Tugging at his shirt all wet and wrinkly, you tried to get on your wobbly feet. “I’ll show you. Let’s go!”

“You should rest,” Viktor muttered. “I believe you hit your head with a rock when you were walking along the beach.”

“No, no, n-no… I saw it! I promise I saw it! There was a woman…” You gasped, trembling from both your soaked clothes and the terror running down your spine. “A woman… my mom?” Thick saliva was painful to swallow. “My mother tried to kill me.”

Viktor looked horrified and confused, his naturally pale skin even more drained of color. “What?” His hands palmed down the length of your arms, looking for any signs of injury besides your broken nails. “Let me get you to the hospital.”

You stopped, brushing his hands away. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No, it’s not that…” Viktor started, his voice fading while the words he tried to say escaped his mind. Finally, he sighed. “I… I think we committed a mistake.”

“What?” Your heartbeat picked up, almost at the edge of falling. “What do you mean?”

Viktor looked away, to where his luggage lay over the sand.

“I… I think I shouldn’t have gotten you inside this whole…ruse.” I shouldn’t have married you, hung in the silence between you.

You felt cold, seeking his gaze and finding only the sun starting to be born again.

What to say? When it was all but real, you weren’t even sure if you had the right to seek an explanation, much less of complaining.

“Do you regret it, then?” you whispered, trying to conceal the hurt in your tone.

With a knot in your throat, you took in the scenery of the beach around you, so similar and at the same time so strange from the one of the dream. Part of you couldn't stop thinking if those ruins and bodies still lay somewhere in the marine soil and if their souls were the ones lamenting at night.

“I do.”

What to believe when everything had become a nightmare?

“I regret it, too,” you said, seeking only to deliver an ounce of your pity revenge.

Armed by the overwhelming feelings about to tip over the edge of your control, you seized your hands in fists and stood up; ignoring the burning sensation of your feet with each step you took.

Viktor called your name as you started climbing toward the lighthouse, no ‘Miss’, detached for any overthought, distancing politeness.

But you keep on climbing because you know you will rectify your lie as soon as you look back.

Perhaps you’ve caught the dark hue in his golden eyes then.

#viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor fanfic #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #arcane fanfic #viktor x you #arcane viktor x you #viktor arcane x you #arcane viktor x fem! reader #viktor arcane x f!reader #arcane x female reader

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Pokémon Au The class in a area heavy in ghost types

Blake: The fact I can't tell if they are here or not is so much worse, you see any Jauaaaaaaa

Jaune (unaware he's surrounded by hundreds of red glowing with a big smile): What was that didn't hear you Bla

Black:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Later

Glynda: Ms Belladonna was catatonic for hour and may never be able to look and mister Arc for a while

"Be careful wandering through the forever fall this time of year." Professor Goodwitch explained. "Many Ghost-Types tend to migrate to this area during the autumn and winter months."

"What kind of Ghost-Types?" Ruby asked.

"Well, I can't say for certain, since it seems almost every possible Ghost-Type arrives for some unknown reason."

"Is it a mating season thing?" Yang asked. "A bunch of guys and ghouls getting freaky?"

As the class groaned, Jaune explained. "I doubt it. Ghost-Types aren't that interested in mating. If I remember right, they can go for years or even decades without breeding. You have to light some incense to get them interested."

"Ooh, incense." Yang waggled her brow. "Sounds like a Ghastly." The class groaned again.

Blake, however, was the only one who didn't. When she learned there was a Ghost-Type outbreak, she tried to come up with every excuse possible not to attend. And yes, she even used the, "I'm dead" excuse, but nothing worked.

As she made her way into the Forever Fall, she pleaded quietly to her Nincada in her pouch. "Please be a Ninjask. Please be a Ninjask."

Blake always... well, not hated, but she grew up greatly uncomfortable with Ghost-Types. She remembered reading horror stories as a girl of a terrifying Ghost-Dragon who would abduct innocent children for wandering too far from home.

"You okay, Blake?" Ruby asked.

"Y-Yeah, sure." Blake lied. "W-Why?"

"Well, your knuckles are kinda white."

"Ghooooostly whiiiiiiite~." Yang added.

"Yang, stop!"

"I'm fine." Blake sighed. "I'm just... not used to Ghost-Types."

"Did you have any back home?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, but they only came out for the festivals. I was usually at home by the time they came around." She shivered. "The fact they can sneak up on you, and grab you, and-" Blake froze as she felt a cold pressure drag and wash along her backside. She turned slowly to find a menacing grin and sharp talons greet her with flaming red eyes.

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Blake screamed as she fell backwards and huddled close to Yang. A head popped out from behind the Haunter.

"Everything okay, Blake?" Jaune asked. "I was following this Haunter and he led me right to you. I guess he likes you, huh?"

#rwby #rwby au #pokémon #rwby Pokémon au #glynda goodwitch #ruby rose #yang xiao long #jaune arc #blake belladonna #haunter

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I am giving the go ahead to go and analyze. For I too am foaming at the mouth for the info dump of analyzing and putting songs to fics. I can't not listen to hozier when i read your works now.

Your works are just hozier coded to me

(am gunna also start signin off uvu)

- a hungry raccoon 🦝

My Darling I am Hozier coded. I am in love with that man, and nearly all my WIPs have a Hozier title because I'm a huge nerd. (I even got to see him in concert in september AAAAH he was so good)

Actually the Cowboy AU is the only one that doesn't have a Hozier title. Ghost/Goose's official title it "Here's Hoping(Things Look Better on the Other Side)." Which I'm not planning on changing but "I'll Crawl Home to You" would also work really well. Anyway Ghoul being pretentious under the cut.

So I am going to preface this saying that I believe Hozier has said the song is about addiction, the way it starts sweet and then you can't get out. But I have my own thoughts because I'm a romantic, and you're going to listen to them. I am going to interpret this as Ghost telling folks about Goose.

"Boys, workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

OK verse 1. The first two lines are very much Ghost's time in the military. He's not really there, he's an empty person, a shell for the SAS to command, and he faces hell every day like that. He's hopeless, but he doesn't have a need for it, hell is an inevitability to him. Lines 3 and 4, I think that's again him in the military. He thinks about the life he's never going to have. He barely eats, he's in survival mode, there's not a life worth living for him so he only does what he needs to. Then with line 5 we meet Goose, and with line 6 Ghost decides he never wants anyone else. There's nothing sweeter than his baby, no one that takes him the way she does, she sees him for all that he is and she wants him anyway.

Then the last line of verse 1. UGH. The guilt. This is Price's kid. He loves her but she's bad for him, he can't have her. And Goose is still sweet to him, even when they both know there's no future for this, she still is sweet. AND IT HURTS. It hurts Ghost to be around her and so he pushes her away.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Verse 2, we'll cover the chorus at the end. Yeah the sins. The SINS. Ghost pushing Goose away, but also a callback to how they met, to the bar and choosing each other. When Goose found him he wasn't a person, he was Ghost, he was bound for hell and nothing was going to lift him from the lake of fire. But then lines 3/4, Goose doesn't push to break his walls down, in fact she sets up her own. Stakes a flag on his head that say's "Goose's do not touch" and somehow that works. He has a safety net the likes of which he's never had before, and when he turns to look at Goose he realizes she doesn't have much either.

Line 4? She's given her whole life to a cause the same way he has, she's never made a choice that wasn't for someone else. There are expectations that she's taken on that no one should have asked her to. Ghost sees that, sees that he's a choice too and he has to decide if he's a good one. I think again(I know I've said this a million times) that Ghost has lived his career like he's dying. He's never cared about whether he makes it out alive, as long as the people he's watching over live it's fine. But Goose tells him, "you're not allowed to die" and he believes her. She never asks him what brought him to this point, but she's there when he's ready to tell her.

"My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free Heaven and hell were words to me"

Verse 3, lfg. Despite being a worrier, Goose really doesn't worry over what Ghost did in special forces. He served under her father, and that's worth its weight in gold. For all his "I'm dangerous" talk, Ghost has never raised a hand to her, never tried to hurt her, and never done anything to make her think that Price was wrong to recruit him. For all the bad he may have done, Goose holds onto Ghost's hope that it was all for the greater good.

They we wrap up the verse, lines 3-8, it doesn't matter if Ghost is bound for hell because he has Goose now, and whatever happens they're in it together. Goose accepts Ghost as he is, she loves him for all his flaws, and she has him body and soul. Lines 4 and 7 feel very much like an admittance from Ghost that Goose really wears the pants in their relationship. She's the one steering their ship, and he's perfectly happy to take her orders. It's freeing for him to put himself into the hands of someone who loves him so unconditionally that she would stand up at the gates of heaven and demand he be allowed in. She'd fight Gabriel himself for Ghost. But he'd never ask her to, because it doesn't matter anymore.

Heaven and Hell are just words, they're not a promise or a reward, or a weight around his neck. He has Goose, and she has him, and that's his heaven. He's free from trying to scrape a shred of forgiveness from a higher power, Goose is his God now.

"When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

Yeah Chorussss. We love the grave metaphors for Ghost, very cheeky little backstory nods. He's crawled out of a grave once, and he can do it again. Nothing will keep him from Goose, and the peace that she offers him. What's heaven, what's hell? He can find better rest in her arms, and he will always crawl home to her.

But also! "Lay me gently" GENTLY, he wants to be taken care of. Even in the lowest points of his life. He begs for it over and over between every verse. "Treat me gently, even if I leave it behind give me comfort." Over and over again. He doesn't expect comfort except in death, but by the end I have to think: who's laying Ghost to rest? Goose probably, and she will always treat him gently. Because for as big and scary as Ghost is, he craves softness. He's built tall walls to hide the cracks in his armor, to hide the delicate underbelly, but it's still there waiting to be loved. And Goose loves him, for all of it.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #cod x oc #x oc #cowboy!ghost #simon ghost riley x oc #oc: goose #anywaaaaaaaay I love work song #and I love doing ghost analyses

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Bones' 2023 Halloween Event 🎃

Goblins, ghouls, and sheet ghosts, it’s that time of the year again, Halloween. We’re talking too much glitter, unsettlingly realistic makeup, and even fake teeth; there’s the perfect costume for everyone. Put on a mask or even ditch the shirt for the night, but what better way to celebrate Halloween than with a couple's costume! Have you ever wondered what costume you and your favorite character would wear together? Well, I'm here to help, with this very infomercial-sounding event intro!

This event is open from now (28 September) and ends 20 October. I want to ensure that I have enough time to get everything done so that everything will be ready to post the weekend before Halloween!

This is a selfship-based event which means for this event, you get to choose the character your post is about! In return for joining this event, you’ll get what costume I think would fit you and your character, a photo or two of the costumes, some runner-up costume ideas, how I think your character would come up with the idea for your costumes, and a few extra hcs about the costumes.

Rules for this event:

One character/post per person

Anyone is allowed to join, anons are welcome.

If you want to send in an ask for an OC + character instead of yourself, that's totally fine!

Everything will stay sfw, at most it'll only be suggestive, so I ask that you keep the ask you send in sfw as well. This blog and event are for people of all ages, and I would like to keep it a safe space for everyone.

I have every right to deny a request for any reason (it’s unlikely, but still).

This is just for fun, so if you don't like the results, don't send me hate, it's for funsie, it's not that serious.

To find out what you and your fav (selfship or platonic) would wear here is what you should include in an ask to join this event:

First off, what character do you want your post to be written for? A list of the fandoms and characters I'm accepting for this event can be found at the bottom of this post.

Tell me about the relationship between you and the character of your choice! Are you guys dating, just friends? What is your relationship like, are they the sun to your moon, are you two idiots in love, rivals to lovers, frienemies but somehow still besties, help me get to know the dynamic between you two!

I’d also like to know about you, describe your personality in a few simple words, and maybe include your pronouns! I'd like to get to know your vibe a bit!

Tell me a bit about how you dress, specifically; do you tend to dress feminine, or masculine, do you not care, do you dress androgynously, somewhere between masc & fem in a genderless way that keeps people guessing? Or is there any particular way you’re not comfortable dressing? Is modesty important to you? Seems silly, but I want to make sure I don't recommend costumes that might make you uncomfy or give you dysphoria/dysmorphia.

A broad category of costumes to get me started in a general direction (examples: cute, scary, character costumes, something silly, one of the classic cheesy couples costumes, retro/period costumes, anything you can think of that’s still pretty general)

Who’s idea was it for the costumes, did you come up with the idea, did they, or did someone else suggest it? (Ultimately for the purposes of this event, the character will be the one “picking” the costume).

Not required, but maybe even tell me how the conversation about the costume went, did you have to convince them? Did they have to convince you? Were you both mutually excited about it, or are you just doing it for a costume contest because you want that gift card that the first-place winners gets?

Quick suggestion: not required, but if you plan to send in an anon ask, maybe sign it with an emoji or something to make sure you know which request is yours

Quick note: everything will be written with a modern AU in mind (kinda), this is mainly for arcane and my hero, since the rest of what I write is still pretty built into the world we live in

Characters I'm willing to write, organized by fandom:

Arcane: Jayce, Viktor, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn

Obey Me: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, + Luke (platonically only)

MHA: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Ejiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tsuyu Asui, Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Hitsohi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Hawks, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Toga Himiko, Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

COD: MWII versions of task force 141 (Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price) + Alejandro & Rudy

Haikyuu: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, "Suga", Asahi Azumane, Yū Nishinoya, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Kiyoko Shimizu, Hitoka Yachi, Tōru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Takahiro Hanamaki "Makki", Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Takanobu Aone, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rintarō Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Feel free to shoot me an ask or message me with any questions you might have. I hope to see you all in my asks! Enjoy your spooky season, and stay safe out there <3

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