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#[ 👻 ] — ghost’s asks
peachesofteal · 7 months
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Peachy I am so in love with the dead disco Omegaverse AU! It absolutely plays on my heartstrings!
Can we have a continuation of the story so far? What happens when Darling finally comes off of her heat—I’m ready for the tough conversation!!!
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18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / mature themes
takes place after this
Your head is stuffed with cotton. It’s full of nonsense, heavy and confused, like you’re drifting between a dream and reality, only one thing painfully clear.
Your heat is fading away, you’re nestled between two very warm bodies. It’s a hazy kind of warmth, the type that hangs heavy in the air, and your face presses further into the searing temperature of skin, seeking, smelling. You’re drinking in the scent of your alphas, blinking to try to clear your eyesight in the dark. The smell of them, woodsmoke and balsam, sinks through your consciousness until you’re shifting restlessly, detangling your limbs from the web of bodies, pushing and pulling against their grip.
You come to reality very quickly, and fear floods your nervous system.
No. No, no, no- you… you didn’t, they… they can’t have been here. They shouldn’t have been here-
“Omega.” Johnny murmurs against the back of your head, hand holding your hip steady, stroking circles into your skin to soothe you, keeping you in place. “Ye with us?”
You whimper. You can’t help it. It comes second nature, slipping out before you can stop it. Your muscles seize, like they’re preparing to spur you into action, and the room spins.
“No.” Simon murmurs. “Settle, darling.” He starts up a deep hum from his chest, harmonics vibrating through his bones to yours, genetics and hormones reacting to the pull of his designation, your body going boneless between them. “That’s it, good girl.”
Something is wrong. Beneath their efforts at producing a calming, soothing scent and atmosphere, there’s a tinge of anxiety. Of worry. Of distress.
You swallow.
“What’s going on?” You whisper, clenching your eyes shut.
You don’t want to face this. You don’t want to hear it… the truth. What they’ll say to you. About you.
Whispers of your past shudder across your mind, memories that you’ve worked so hard to keep away, locked up in a little box somewhere in the back of your consciousness.
You’re dirty. Your heats are dirty. You’re disgusting, like all omegas. Useless. Nothing. Just a thing to be bred, to be used. You have no value.
“I need ye to take a deep breath for me.” Johnny coaches, hand nestling against your breastbone from behind. When you do, it’s a struggle, jagged and rough. His lips find the shell of your ear, breathe fanning over your cheek. “Another one, darling. Try again-“ your ribs expand, and he kisses you sweetly. “Good. That’s it, just like that.”
“Are you hungry?” Simon asks, and you nod automatically. You’re starving, and they’ve most likely been listening to your stomach rumble for hours. He gives you a gentle smile. “I’m going to start some breakfast, and Johnny’ll get you in a shower in a minute.” You nod again. You feel like jelly, sore all over, and you imagine you probably haven’t been out of this bed in days.
The door opens, orange dusk filtering in from the living room as Johnny gives you another kiss along your jaw and sits up, pulling you close.
“Alright darling. Let’s get in the shower.”
Simon made way too much breakfast.
All your favorites, which is a good sign, you guess. And Johnny is glued to you, holding you in his lap on the couch while you eat, moving your plate and your coffee cup to and from the table to your hands.
Maybe this means they won’t throw you out.
“So.” You try to smile but it feels forced and wrong. “Am I in trouble?”
“No.” Johnny vows.
“No, of course not.” Simon agrees, pulling the plate from your fingers with a gentle tug. “But there’s a lot we need to talk about.” Your nose tingles with the threat of tears, and you fist your fingers together.
The silence is loud for a long moment. Uncomfortable, until Simon breaks it.
“I’m not going to ask why you didn’t tell us, because we know.”
The tears start immediately. You’re breaking under the weight of your shame, your fear, your past. It’s too heavy, and it hurts, ice in your chest like you’re dying.
“You know?”
“I called your doctor.” What? He what? Anger, and panic wells up in the back of your throat.
“You had no right-“
“You left the flat in the middle of your heat, in a near feral state. We found you on the street with another Alpha trying to lay a claim to you. I’m sorry for invading your privacy, but I’m not sorry for protecting you. We needed to know what was going on.” You tamp down the urge to jump to your feet and run out the front door. Johnny keeps his arms firm around your body, and you press against him anxiously.
You can’t do this. They’ll want to talk about it. They’ll want to know everything. They’ll know you’re dirty.
“Darling, hey. Look at me.” It’s Simon again, trying to catch your eye. “Everything is alright. There is nothing, nothing that you could ever do, or ever tell us, that would make us love you any less.” He’s so soft with his words, trying to coax you, but your head swings back and forth in denial.
“That’s not true.” You have to get out of here. Something is banging at the brink of your mind… something wild and raw, something trying to claw its way in. It’s violent… and feral. “I have to go.”
“What?” Johnny tugs you in tighter, but you thrash against the feeling, hysteria bubbling up in your stomach.
“Easy.” Simon wraps a hand around the back of your neck, squeezing just a bit. “Why is that not true?” When you don’t answer, he sighs. “Omega.” It’s a pull, the command of an Alpha, and you grit your teeth.
“I… I was always taught that heats are wrong, that Omegas are useless. That I’m-“
“No.” Johnny stops you. “There’s nothing wrong with ye.”
“You don’t understand.” You protest, and they both watch you mournfully.
Johnny presses his lips to your hair, and Simon pulls your hand into his.
“So tell us.”
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ghost-of-luna · 2 months
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Especially if it makes you smile like that, such a cutie thinking about people squeezing her throat.
Like this? 🥰🥰🥰
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ghosts-post · 7 months
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How Colten looks at the judge at highland cow reader's pagent:
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BAHAHA YES 100% YES
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Dress Up My Oc (sona edition)
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Submit your outfit designs via reblog, ask, or dm! I’ll be picking a few of my favorite designs to make full drawings of, and who knows? Maybe if I like one in particular, it might become their “canon” outfit 👀
Dress them up, or even dye their hair and paint their nails! Go nuts!
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ghost-1-y · 6 months
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Are you and may dating? I am a big fan of hers! (and you of course :))
anon, i'm gonna be completely real and tell you that your ask prompted a 45min confusing deliberation between me and @xxsabitoxx on what we are LMFAOO
i think we are? but we're both so unserious about it ajdfhsdfj check back in 3-5 business days and i might be able to give a better answer😭
i appreciate your ask, i won't lie it made me laugh (not in a bad way, i just didn't expect it LOL)
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diamondsheep · 6 months
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I saw you reblog a post about Medjed & wondered if you'd seen the Medjed One Piece gacha that happened at some point!
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HIII 😄✨!! Thank you so much for showing me these figures !! i didn't know about them :O !!
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They are SO CUTE that i had to draw them 🧡❤💚!!!
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thesargasmicgoddess · 5 months
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I think you give off more of a dark academic vibe! Plus, I feel like dark academia offers better opportunities for hoe shenanigans! Who doesn't want to get frisky amid the halls, libraries, and secrets of a Cambridge-esque setting? 😏
I mean.....haunted halls and Tudor/Gothic architectural influences for the win 🤭
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Although, I'm partial to light academia influences in my own home....think pottery barn with a sprinkle of parisian glam 🤣
And white linens everywhere, lol.
Clearly, my mental state and aesthetic tastes are conflicted at times.....😆
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wanderingtheark · 15 days
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Sokka? - Poltertoast
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I LOVE HIM
gimme more!
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professional-termite · 6 months
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How do you think the Dream Team would have reacted if the Hatbox Ghost just return one day (like, his just there again out of nowhere)?
- Ghost Anon
THROW HIM BACK IN THE HOLE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
nah but seriously theyd find a way to send him back to hell ASAP. whether that be by even darker magic or their usual tomfoolery
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inthememetime · 2 years
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The denizens of Amity Park take out their pitchforks and torches when they learn that the Ghost Investigation Ward has issued a Ghost Tax but given Fentonworks an exemption due to be an essential service for the city.
That's both funny and believable. Here we go (feel free to write this, anybody!)
The adults have, within the last X years, adapted to dealing with the supernatural, the GIW, and the Fentons.
Then somebody gets their property tax bill, and on top of the normal stuff there's a Ghost Tax?! Like the ghosts aren't taxing enough?!
Well, they think, maybe somebody is finally taking care of Phantom, giving him a memorial, a grave, or a shrine.
BUT NO!!! It's going to the GIW and the Fentons are TAX EXEMPT?!?
The money to repair damage from ghost attacks is going to the two groups responsible for 90% of the damage!!!??!
Well. This calls for some good old fashioned protesting!
There's a picket line outside the GIW HQ and FentonWorks. People stop paying their taxes. They ask Phantom for samples of ectoplasm to fool the sensors. It is chaos.
Before long, the Governor is calling. Why isn't an entire town paying taxes?! GHOST TAX? That's not real! Ghosts arent real!
This shuts the GIW down, because when the town hears about it, they go feral with glee. They take down all the ghost decorations, the 'most haunted' signs and pretend, to every single government worker, that ghosts don't exist.
They even get Phantom and the other ghosts on it. (Maybe some shenanigans involving people excusing ghosts as cosplayers, or something?)
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bookishjules · 3 months
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Hi! 👋 🧡
hey babe!!!
🧡 A color you can’t stand?
highlighter anything when it's not legit coming out of a highlighter. my eyes. the pain. i can't with colors that bright and saturated idk
send me an emoji!! <3
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ghost-of-luna · 10 months
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Any chance of some drool content to get me through the day? Been on edge, literally and need your perfection to help me cum hard.
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ghosts-post · 5 months
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Would anyone be interested in a small doodle of Colton and how I picture highland cow darling? Wouldn’t be tonight but sometime soon.
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vampthropologist · 7 months
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flowers and duality? :]
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Let's get into it!!
flowers - already answered!
duality - how would you explain your dynamic in a nutshell? what impression do you give to other characters in their source? what about them to people you know in real life?
Why is this always so hard for me? I'll do my best to describe it.
If Ichimatsu talks as though he's pessimistic, Iru is a grounded optimist. Both can be mischevious, though Ichimatsu is in larger ways given the nature of a comedy anime character. Iru is also very honest and direct, so Ichimatsu doesn't get to mosey around questions about his feelings.
A key thing is that both of them are lonely. Iru pushes for interaction to cope with that, while Ichimatsu is so used to pushing away social interaction that he doesn't get any interaction anymore. Iru gets him out of his slump temporarily but doesn't force him to. After some time, he got the courage to start initiating interactions with them.
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I think Iru comes off as intimidating to most characters in Osomatsu-San. They're a young adult with a stable art job, appear to be put together, and have a tendency to be blunt. That's intimidating to NEETs.
Iru's parents would mostly be wary that Ichimatsu won't hurt Iru. They would expect Iru to bring a girl home, so seeing him would be a shock. As long as he seems to respect Iru, they would be fine with him. Iru would probably talk about him a lot before he met them anyways!
Iru's siblings would think he's a bit weird, but if he started talking about his costumes, horror movies, or cats he could win them over fairly easily. Their grandparents would be a bit skeptical at hearing he doesn't have a job (and maybe that he doesn't speak Spanish) but wouldn't say much because they care about Iru.
Funnily enough, Iru's aunt and uncle would be the first that Ichimatsu would meet in person. They actually live in Japan, so no flights would be necessary.
Also, if you want to know Iru's friends' impressions of Ichimatsu, you should ask them! @x-go2sleep-x and @zen1dol
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ghost-1-y · 5 months
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I really like your Worship Human!Giyuu x AFAB!Naiad!Reader and the Virgin!Giyuu drabble 🫣💙
ahhh crimson!! i’m glad you liked Worship heheh i’m not gonna lie i felt iffy with how i characterized him while i was writing it, but if giyuu’s wife likes it then that means i must be doing something right >:3
also the virgin!giyuu headcanons i wrote literally came (heh) to me in a vision. it’s my most popular post by far so i’m glad y’all seem to like it so much😭🩷
i need to seriously make a masterlist soon bc i feel like that headcanon post has been lost to the ether on my blog🧍🏻‍♀️i gotta search up the tags and everything just to find it LMAO (maybe when i finish my upcoming headcanons post i’ll also post a masterlist along with it)
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merge-conflict · 2 months
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For the birds 🦃🐤
tyy :3 questions here:
🦃 a big, meaty quote
quite an old paragraph from tdto but a scene I'm really fond of:
“Eat,” she commanded, tossing the rice balls into his lap. “Don’t be such a baby.” His voice turned to ice. “I warned you about how you speak to me.” V laughed, feeling the weight of the universe pressing down close once more. “Or what, you’ll kill me?” Takemura could move far more quickly than she had given him credit for, and before she even had time to react she felt a sharp burst of pain in her right ear. She flinched as he threatened to flick it again, hand clamping down on it for protection, but there was something absurd about the childishness of it all that abruptly undercut her worry. It was hard to tell if that had been his intention; he still looked faintly annoyed. “Okay–” she said, swallowing a hysterical giggle. “Point taken, Mr. Takemura.” “Hm.” He inclined his head, just the smallest bit. “Good.” He ripped the plastic off the food she’d thrown to him, considering the contents before taking his first bite. There were a few more packages she’d squirreled away in her bag. She set them all down next to him on the console.
🐤a mystery quote
Ghosts were seething through the air in front of her, materializing into the shape of a man.
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