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gascansposts · 6 months
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More accurate ghost danny! The “sickness” is like when you’ve lived in a place with very little smog for all of your life, then go to New York for a week, and by that I mean he’ll get used to it (it’s sorta like allergies)
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petite-sami · 14 days
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Ghost Dogs 👻🐶💚
Inspired by the winding roads of the mountains. Also made a little lore for these two. It think it helps add to the story hehe
(no doggos were harmed in the making of this art)
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minty-bunni · 2 years
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Cujo needs some ghost puppy friends.
Amity Park could have a pack of ghost dogs that travel the city doing dog stuff and begging random citizens to play with/pet them.
Many people who cannot have a dog and want one love the ghost dogs because they will randomly show up as a group looking for bellyrubs and games of fetch.
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tenaflyviper · 1 year
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Few things in this world successfully walk the delicate balance between being cute and creepy; innocent and sinister.
"Ghost Dogs" is one of those things.
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animblog · 5 months
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Ghost Dogs -- 2021 Joe Cappa 10:45
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coyote-spirit · 11 months
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Watch "GHOST DOGS directed by Joe Cappa (Sundance 2021 Official Selection)" on YouTube
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Love this! ❤️ ^,..,^
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putumayolovers · 2 years
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Putumayo 2016 Calendar
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inkydigit · 1 year
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cool pieces in the area
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marypsue · 5 months
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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k-eke · 6 months
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Halloween pup
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scribbledghost · 9 days
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You're out walking yours and Simon's dog, Riley, one afternoon when some guy you've never met all but saunters up to you.
He tries to chat you up, laying the flirtation on so thick it congeals into sleaze. You shut him down bluntly at every turn, but unfortunately, he's... determined.
Riley growls as he takes a step closer, the retired military dog pushing himself in front of you with hackles raised and teeth bared.
And still, the stranger doesn't get the hint. He merely huffs out an amused laugh as he looks from Riley to you.
"Didn't realize you had a guard dog -"
Suddenly, his gaze wanders past you. The cocky grin on his face drains away in an instant as he pales.
Like he's seen a Ghost.
"She's got two, mate."
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maypoleman1 · 5 months
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10th December
The Phantom Dog of Dartmoor
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Source: The Moorlander website
It was on or about this day well over a century ago that a lone traveller was making his way across Dartmoor on the Princeton to Plymouth road. It was a freezing December night, so the traveller stopped at an inn for some ale before resuming his journey. As he continued in the gloom he began to hear disconcerting noises behind him but whenever he turned around, nothing was there. Eventually, through the mist, there appeared a huge black hound in front of him. The traveller, being a dog-lover attempted to pat the creature only for his hand to pass right through the apparition. The dog simply gazed at him and then opened its mouth to belch out a foul sulphurous blast. The traveller quickly fled, but the monstrous hound pursued him until he reached a cross roads. Not knowing where to turn, the traveller turned to face the terrifying beast only for it to disappear in an explosion and flash of light. The next thing the shivering man knew he was being shaken awake while lying in a ditch by a concerned postman.
The Phantom Hound of Dartmoor was frequently sighted in the nineteenth century and was the inspiration for Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes story The Hound of the Baskervilles. The dog itself was rumoured to be the ghostly companion of a murdered man, which would kill everyone it met at night until justice was done. Our traveller clearly met the phantom hound when it was in a good mood.
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absylphe · 5 months
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I Keep Forgetting To Turn Off The Transparent Option So Those Dogs Are Transparent
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bi-writes · 12 days
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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)
just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.
it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.
and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.
maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.
you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.
or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.
because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.
so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.
"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"
"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."
"tha' right?"
"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.
"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"
not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.
"h-how to be a good girl."
and you think you feel him smile.
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veryluckyclovers · 6 months
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