fat tummy peeking out from the bottom of someone's shirt should receive the same appreciation that's given to tasteful cleavage in a low-cut top or a little bit of asscheek poking out from tiny shorts. this would improve society

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

We’re all goin here right

People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

tomorrow bring us the first day of

🌿💚MOUNTAIN MARCH🍀🌱

an entire month dedicated to my husband, my favorite earth ghoul, the sweetest dirt boy there ever was. i hope youll join me in highlighting this wonderful ghoul and giving him some extra attention.

no prompts, just share your creations that feature mountain! we did it last year, lets bring it back ♡

Comet I need a full fic of Forced Fem Mountain with Dew now- you’ve put it in my brain -🍞

I have no idea what the context of this ask originally was (it's from JUNE, I'm so sorry) BUT I come bearing gifts in the form of 1.4k words of "Forced" Fem Mountain and vaguely predatory Dew (he's just really into Mount's innocent act).

“Pretty.” Dew presses his thumb into the plush swell of Mountain’s lower lip, swiping over that soft, pliable skin, stained a deep wine red. It smears a little when Dew really presses. Waxy under his thumb. Mountain looks up at him from his seat on the edge of Dew’s bed. Moon eyed, lips parted as Dew presses that stained thumb past them and into Mountain’s mouth to sit on his tongue. 

Mountain’s lips close around his finger, he sucks, just a little. The feeling goes straight to Dew’s cock, chubby in his pants already. 

The visual doesn’t help. Mountain is resplendent in an emerald green shift dress. Silky fabric doing nothing to hide his pebbled nipples, or the swell of his cock, half hard. The lace edging is stretched tight over his thighs from how he’s sitting. The socks are deep green too, pulled up over his knees, living just a sliver of pale freckled thigh visible to Dew’s hungry gaze. 

Dew doesn’t know who did Mountain’s hair–maybe he did it himself. Half of it pulled back with braids threaded through the layer of thick auburn hair that brushes his shoulders. Some of his magic has flown free, either on purpose or because he can’t keep a hold on it right now, under Dew’s scrutiny. Little bunches of baby’s breath and violets gather around the base of those long branching horns, more antlers than anything else. Dew wants to reach out and pet the velvet base of them, to feel the way Mountain will melt against him when he does. He doesn’t, instead he pets Mountain’s tongue with his thumb. Looks at the eyeliner, the mascara, the dusting of blush over those freckled cheeks, made brighter by the real one underneath it, blood flushing to his cheeks as Dew takes him in. 

Dew pulls his thumb free from Mountain’s mouth, he wipes his lipstick stained finger on Mountain’s neck, just under his jaw. A bright red stain against that olive skin. He should have smeared it on his face–but Dew isn’t lying when he says he’s pretty, can’t bring himself to ruin it–not yet. It will be plenty ruined when Dew’s done. But Dew wants Mountain’s tears to be the start of it. 

Wants those first gray streaks of mascara to be the thing that cuts through this beauty. 

Dew slips his fingers into Mountain’s hair, dragging nails over his scalp, around his ear. He holds him like that, cupping his jaw and turning his face further up to look at Dew. 

“Did you look yet?” 

Mountain shakes his head. “No I–” he stumbles, clears his throat and tries again, “wanted to wait for you.” 

Dew pats his cheek, a little rough, enough to bring more blood flushing to the skin. “Good.” 

Dew pulls away, he beckons for Mountain to follow, he does, standing up a little stiff. Uncomfortable, unsure of how to move. Mountain drops his hands in front of his cock, like he’s trying to hide the way it tents. Looking demure in a way that makes Dew feel like he’s going insane. Dew grabs his forearm pulls him over to the floor length mirror, an ornate guilded thing Dew resents for it’s tackiness except in moments like this. When Mountain is framed by it. Dew steps next to him, sliding into the frame with him. Admiring the size difference. How Mountain looks like he’s ready to fall at Dew’s feet despite how much smaller Dew is. Dew reaches up, scratches his hand through the hair at the back of Mountain’s head, comfort, easy. He rubs the spot there that holds tension. 

“Move your hands, baby.” 

Mountain does, first one, then the other. They hang at his side, loose, fingers twitching. Dew watches in the mirror as Mountain’s eyes drift down to his cock. Hard enough to really tent the dress now. Dew can see just the barest start of a dark spot on the front. 

“You’re pretty huh?” 

Mountain nods. “Words, Mount.” 

“Y-yeah.” 

“Do you like it?” 

Mountain nods again, then remembers, he clears his throat. “Yes.” Mountain reaches up to touch the dark stain of lipstick under his jaw where Dew smeared it. 

“I can think of a way for you to be even prettier.” 

Mountain looks over at him, pretty auburn brows creasing down. “Yeah? How?” 

Dew knows the innocence in Mountain’s face is part of the scene, the game, but god damn if it doesn’t make him harder to see. This faux confusion. Mountain catches a dark red lip between his teeth. 

“Why don’t you kneel for me baby and I’ll show you?” 

Mountain does as he’s asked with no hesitation. Dropping gently to his knees. Adjusting the dress when he does, tugging the lace down further on his thighs. Dew turns him so his side is to the mirror, so Dew can look over and see the whole picture. Mountain’s straight pack, his hands flat on his thighs. Sitting on his heels. 

Dew reaches down, he slips one of the thin straps off of Mountain’s shoulder, lets it hang on his bicep. He tugs the top of the dress down just enough to expose the hair on Mountain’s chest, and a nipple. Dew cups it like he would a tit, thumbs over his nipple, rolls it between his fingers. Mountain makes a noise, a gasp, a hum. 

“Like when I play with your tits?” 

Mountain flushes darker, he swallows hard. Dew watches his Adam's apple bob. He doesn’t answer, but he presses into Dew’s touch all the same. 

“Be a good girl and tell me.” 

Mountain shudders, his eyes flutter closed. “I like it,” he whispers, breathy. 

Dew can’t take it anymore. He’s hard now, aching. Dick caught between too tight skinny jeans and his stomach. He undoes his belt, his fly. He pulls himself free with a relieved hiss. Can’t help but give himself a few strokes to the image in front of him. Turning to watch their reflection in the mirror. Watching Mountain’s cock kick against that silky dress. 

“Open your mouth, I’ve got something for you.” 

Mountain opens his eyes first, just a little, he looks at Dew, then his cock. At the flushed head, the pre beading at the tip. Mountain leans forward and licks it off, catching that droplet on his tongue and humming as he tastes it. 

“C’mon baby,” Dew coos. “Open your mouth, let me feed it to you.” 

Mountain does, pretty painted lips falling open. Dew pressed forward, slipping his cock between them, lacing the fingers of his freehand in Mountain’s hair as Mountain’s cheeks hollow around him and Dew sees stars. 

He watches in the mirror, looking over as he pulls out, watching that lipstick smear along his cock. Mountain keeps his hands on his thighs as he bobs his head, taking Dew deep and holding him there, tongue dragging up along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and up higher to press over the barbell just under the head. 

Dew groans, low and gravely. Toes curling in his shoes. “Fuck, just like that. That’s my good girl.” 

Mountain echoes his moan, looking up at Dew with already wide green eyes made to look wider by all that eyeliner. Dew tightens his grip on Mountain’s head, holds him still and presses deep. Holding Mountain’s nose in the curls at the base of his cock. Mountain doesn’t break eyecontact, inahling sharply through his nose. Dew feels his throat constrict as he tries to swallow, feels Mountain fight his body to take it. 

He watches as tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes. 

“So fucking good,” Dew grits out. Bracing himself against the pleasure of being buried in the tight wet heat of Mountain’s throat. He could cum like this but he doesn’t want to, he wants this to last. Wants to savor every second he has Mountain like this.  Mountain blinks, finally, and the first mascara stained tear falls free, tracking down Mountain’s cheek in a harsh gray line. 

Dew lets him go and Mountain pulls off with a gasp, inhaling deep gulps of air as more tears slip free. Dew can’t stop looking at them, at the dark lines slipping down Mountain’s cheeks, through the blush to hang, suspended, off his jaw before they finally drop to the floor.  Dew  drags his thumb through them, smearing them across Mountain’s sharp cheekbone. “Gorgeous.”

I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:

Fictional characters are objects.

They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.

𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒.

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

reblog to give the person you reblogged it from a good night’s sleep (maybe)(please)(I’m begging the universe)

Ur header looks so cool!

Thank you, I really appreciate this message!! My header is of my ghoulsona Undying, I used a site called Picrew to make him. He's my baby <3

Bit off more than I could chew (was gonna do ALL the ghouls and papas) but here is some late night ghoul Valentines! Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Some of these I made for specific people, but feel free to share them with credit ^-^

🎧🎧!

Euclid by Sleep Token

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Also HI DUDE HOPE YOUR DAY IS GROOVY

HEYYYYYYY thank you!! I hope your's has been ROCKIN' Infra-Red by Three Days Grace

Valentine's Ghoul/Ghoulette Headcanons

Hey, look, content! I am so tired and cannot think at all but I am doing this anyway. happy early valentine's day you guys, i hope it's good for you all <3 ~~~~~~~~~ Dewdrop- He won't let anyone know he enjoys it, not even his dear valentine. He's secretly very into the holiday but lucifer forbid he let it show in an obvious way. Flowers? Nah, he'll give you a nice bouquet of nothing. Chocolates? Overrated, overdone. He hisses at even the thought of giving them to his valentine. There will be a nice card though, entirely handmade. He'll also make a coupon booklet... Except it's not entirely hugs and kisses, if you catch that drift, but those are included for the sake of fluff and wholesome purposes. He's a sucker for that secretly too. He won't do a fancy smancy dinner, but rather get a takeout dinner of your choice (he'll ignore Swiss puppy dog eyeing it and whining for some from the kitchen entirely by the way). Overall, he has his own special way of celebrating, but he still makes an effort for it to be as perfect as possible.

Mountain- Flowers. Right off the bat. The minute he sees his valentine? A nice bouquet of flowers tailored just for them in a fancy vase. He'd also get you a small basket filled with your favorite snacks, drinks, small items, and a card. Mountain is very traditional when it comes to this holiday but he wouldn't have it any other way. He'd spend the entire day by their side, doing what they want when they want, how they want. He'd end the day with a nice candlelit dinner in the greenhouse with your chosen dinner he cooked just for his valentine. And of course some snuggles and cuddles. That is a must you know.

Rain: The lake is the hit spot for Valentine's day. Rain planned out an entire day at the lake, getting Dew in on the fun by helping keep things warm if it gets too cold. Dew agreed to help because he knew how much Rain was worried about this day. He wanted to help Rain have it be as smooth as possible. Rain also may or may not have gotten help from Mountain in decorating the lake with pretty plants. And the picnic on the dock was just amazing even though Rain fell into the lake at one point from tripping over his tail. Perhaps he was a soggy boy, but a happy soggy boy.

Swiss: At first Swiss didn't know what to do. Everyone else had grand ideas, but then he remembered how busy the local shops were this time of year. It was almost like the universe wanted this to happen. He took his valentine to the shops with maybe too much money, but what better way to spend than spending it on someone you love and cherish, right? He bought some cupcakes, cookies, and brownies to share, salty and savory things, and way too many physical items. That one wrap he had at an American food stand really hit the spot for him though. After the day was done he came back with his valentine carrying so many bags Phantom nearly passed out from laughter- apparently, he looked a bit ridiculous to the young quintessence ghoul with the amount of bags, a furiously wagging tail, and a stupid grin on his face. But it was all worth it in the end.

Phantom: Oh LORD did he go above and beyond. When he found out this holiday was a thing he maybe got excited. Too excited. He may have collapsed from dizziness from how excited and riled he was. After Aether forced him to chill out for a bit he sprung into action, prepping everything for his valentine. Outfits, dinner, things to do- He had it all planned. He picked a nice outfit for him and brought his valentine to a local clothing store to get some clothes they wanted. After that, he spent time with them at the small library. He had somehow convinced the library to let him rent it for the day and he had used one of the corners to set up a cozy little nest area to read, chat, and snack in. He read books to his valentine, ones he knew they'd been meaning to read, and just soaked in the calming aura and presence. A nap was in order for a few hours but afterwards Phantom cleaned up their corner and took his valentine back to the Abbey for a nice dinner in the dens (it took some convincing but had the ghoulettes back him up to get it cleared for an hour or two). Needless to say he was in bed with his valentine and sound asleep before the rest of his pack came back.

Aether: He kept it on the down low. He didn't go above and beyond but didn't make it a sad holiday either. A card, a thoughtful and colorful flower bouquet, a small thing of candy and chocolates, and an adorable stuffed animal. He spent the day with his valentine entirely, watching cheesy romance movies, feeding them some chocolate snuggling up to his valentine under a nice cozy blanket, and ending with a nice pasta dinner. Though the day was not very busy it was still enjoyable and a good day. Cumulus: This ghoulette was prancing around in joy when she woke up. She fluffed up her hair all nice, put cute bows and ribbons in it, dressed in a nice casual yet alluring outfit, and sprayed some perfume on her. When she saw her valentine she was over the moon. Greeting them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek she quickly pulled them out to the gardens for a nice, slow walk. Talking, laughing, playful smacks and shoves- Oh how she loved it. Seeing her valentine smile and laugh made her purr and tail wag. She picked berries earlier from the fridge and brought them on the walk, sharing them and basking in the wonderful taste. It wasn't long before one naughty joke was made about that wonderful taste that had her cackling. At the end of the day she made a thoughtful dinner of all her valentine's favorites, along with some fruit on the side and a nice cold glass of soda. Cirrus: She made little puffball clouds for her valentine in the shapes of hearts as they woke up that morning. With a giggle escaping her she led her valentine to wonderful breakfast variety, filled with many options of sweet, salty, and savory. After a filling breakfast she took her valentine to the rooftops and made the clouds dance in the sky as the sun rose. The clouds reflected the colors: oranges, yellows, reds, purples, and pinks all seeming to mix into the clouds as they danced. She moved a cloud or five around her valentine slowly, letting it grace their skin to feel the cool sensation. After puffing the clouds back into place in the sky she just enjoyed time on the rooftop and its view with her valentine, talking about anything and everything until night hit and it was time to eat some dinner. Something easy was made that night but it was a very calming way to end the day.

Sunshine & Aurora: These two tag teamed it. Sunshine was experienced, and Aurora was beyond nervous. Sunshine agreed to help the new ghoulette traverse this holiday. Guiding Aurora carefully while her valentine was so incredibly patient and understanding, Sunshine couldn't help but smile. After some time Aurora became more comfortable and relaxed, easing into the holiday slowly. She paired with Sunshine to help put on a small show of fire and water with a touch of air. Sunshine swirled fire streaks through Aurora's clouds and through the center rings of water, letting the gentle burning fire swirl around her valentine. In the middle of the day it was declared by Aurora that she would share her valentine with Sunshine because she didn't want her to feel left out. Sunshine puffed a plume of smoke from her nose in excitement. The trio spent the day doing whatever they could find, even some arts and crafts that turned out to be an absolute blast. To end the day, Sunshine fried some fish in a pan and served some rice to go with it. Aurora added a small salad bowl and a fruit bowl into the mix. It was a delicious dinner and the best way to end the holiday.

🎧

Always On My Mind by Emigrate (feat Till Lindemann)

"Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have Maybe I didn't love you (Ja) Quite as often as I could have" this song doesn't have official lyrics on spotify, oops

hey you. yes, you. queer Ghost fan, or Ghost fan who is some type of witchy, or both.

I'm a PhD student at Falmouth University and I'm writing my dissertation/thesis on queer Ghost fandom on tumblr.

my study aims to explore queer fan participation on Ghost Tumblr through discourse/textual analysis of Tumblr posts, links to academic subcultural theories, and the experiences of myself and others in the fandom.

interviewing Ghost fans will help make sure I “get it right” - this dissertation is our project, not just my project.  

I'd like to invite you to take part in my research by participating in an online interview, over tumblr chat. you will be kept completely anonymous.

you can find more information about my research here, as well as the consent form I'll need you to sign - copy and paste the bottom part back in an email to me.

if you're interested, or if you have questions, please email me at aj263780 at falmouth dot ac dot uk or reply to the post or reblog it!

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