#Ghost Switch

[clevercatchphrase]

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#Undertale #Undertale comic #undertale au #ghost switch #gs comic #asriel #frisk #utau #my art #flora

[maddy-hatter-97]

Flowey collection! You're about to lose your soul.

Illusiontale by @voodoodo11, main Flowey by Toby Fox, Echo Flowey by me, for Twin Runes.

The Chara flowers don't seem to like each other.

Flora of Ghost Switch by @clevercatchphrase, Chara Flowey by @charatale-au.

#flowey #my art #illusiontale #undertale #twin runes #ghost switch #charatale #chara

[aus-from-undertale]

Ghost switch

OH OH OH THIS IS SO COOL✨✨✨

ok call me stupid or whatever for not guessing it from the title

But when I started reading the AU and I was kinda like "wait why is flowey all criptic and nice" and then it got to the twist and I was like,"OH I SEE"

Because of a little change EVERYTHING is different

(I love this types of stories so much NGL 😭😭)

Kinda tried to give a non spoiler description in case you want to read the AU and go "OH SH-" like me, but if not , ok I'll give you a sprinkle of spoilers below sigh

Chapter 1:

Asriel and Chara exchanged places !!! And like the whole underground changed because of that :0 that is such a freaking cool concept I'm appalled

Thank you for this AU I LOVE IT💕💕

This au is made by @clevercatchphrase and the comic is so lovely PLEASE give it a go!!

My reccomendation based on this au? Don't know! The concept is really out there so I can't think of anything :P

But I'm for sure putting this au with my favorites, so if you want to, check the list!

#aus from undertale #undertale aus #undertale #undertale au #ut au #ut aus #comics #concept au #ghostswitch #ghost switch

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 2; ghoap x reader) part 1

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The hard part is admitting to himself that he doesn’t know how to function on leave without Ghost’s voice in his ear.

Johnny’s two days into his annual leave when that stray thought crosses his brain. Out with chums even, packed into the booth of an old pub in his hometown, the leather well-worn and a match on the telly that he half watches while one of his mates goes up to the bar to order another round for them. In between his third and fourth pint of lukewarm mild, he thinks something like, wonder what Simon’s up to.

The thought comes and then keeps coming. Keeps cropping up when he least expects. At the pub (wonder what Simon’s up to), in line at the grocery store (wonder how Ghost takes his steak), drowsily puttering around the kitchen while making breakfast (no way he wears the mask at home), listening to some guy in front of him hack up a lung at the dry cleaner (Lt’d do his fuckin’ head in if he was here), and even in the shower with his head tipped back, rinsing out the suds (wonder if he’s got a girl tucked away at home). 

Is it so unusual? Johnny can’t remember a time in his life when someone lived in his head night and day, but Ghost’s presence feels like an extension of his own these days. He’s cycled through girlfriends without a care in the world, without contemplating their existence for half as long, but they never cradled his life like a small bird in the palm of their hands and returned it safe and sound, did they?

Still, he feels it like a knot in his chest. Dreams about Ghost even; wakes up hot and hard, and scrubs his hand down the side of his face when he sits up in bed. Phantom memories of a body heavier than his weighing him down (just the duvet) and a thick hand curling around his dick (his own hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing one out in his sleep). 

He shakes it off, but it follows him out into the real world. Looking at the door of a coffee shop and thinking absentmindedly, Ghost would have to duck under that. 

Johnny puts it out of his mind. As much as he’s able to, that is. Chalks it up to some kind of hero worship. He’s worked with superior officers before—plenty of times, hundreds of times—but there are few men of Ghost’s calibre, both in skillset and mystique. Not to mention the sheer size of the guy. And what is Johnny if not a moth to a flame?

Better not to ruminate. He casts the memory of seeing Ghost’s dick in the showers after their last mission (monstrous thing, uncut, pubes darker than the hair on his head, more than a mouthful—it’d give him lockjaw) out of his head. Doesn’t think about it. Laughs at a mate’s joke at the pub when he didn’t catch a word of it to mask the way he perked up at the sight of a wide-shoulder man until he turned around, giving Johnny a proper look at his face.

He’s not ready to think about it. Might never be able to really look at why he eats it up, why he struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy and curiosity for being Ghost’s favourite. 

Then, one day, he meets a girl.

Johnny’s not winning an award any time soon for world’s best son, but he knows a thing or two. The first thing being chocolates and the second being flowers. His sisters handle the rest; they fuss about the party, get a gift certificate to the spa, send out the invites—all that fun stuff. He’s sent off for the bare essentials. Practically kicked out of the house by his oldest sister—nearly brains himself on the asphalt and tugs his windbreaker on when it’s thrown out the door after him a second later, grumbling about being the errand boy.

He picks up a box of chocolates from the corner shop (not fancy enough, his sisters will probably bitch, but that’s a problem for later) before heading down the road to the florist. There’s a bench out front stacked with tin flower vases, the only spot of colour on a dreary spring morning. He spends a couple minutes chatting with the cashier and flirting a bit halfheartedly (he thinks maybe it’ll be worth it if it gets him a discount, even five percent off) until the florist comes out from the back. 

“Jesus, who gave ye the right?” Johnny breathes, horse blinders on, vision narrowing on the object of desire coming out of the back in a linen apron and simple t-shirt underneath, scissors poking out of the front pocket. 

“The right?” she repeats back, blinking.

“To leave the house lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous. Glad I wasn’t driving when I passed you by—woulda been in a twenty car pile up.”

She’s not impressed in the slightest. It’s thrilling. By that point, the cashier is long forgotten. Probably not the best impression he’s ever made, but he’s made worse ones. It’s not every day he comes across an angel. Hard to be polite in front of a real life miracle. 

He wears her down over the week though, showing up each day for a new bouquet. His mam’s never liked him more, so at least there’s that. His sisters side-eye him whenever he ducks out of the house to head down the road to the florist’s, but even they know better than to bring it up and risk pissing off their mam. He interrogates her about flowers and her job, makes his presence unavoidable, a week long siege that ends with Johnny taking her out to dinner and then letting her take him to bed. 

He wakes up nestled in her cozy apartment above the flower shop, stretching out and making himself right at home. When she trades in her linen apron for a terry cloth robe and stands expectantly by the door, Johnny just grins. Shows all of his teeth. 

“Are ye just gonna use me and kick me out?” he pouts. Folds his hands behind his head and digs a foot into the sheets, trying to sink into the mattress. Little king in his castle. 

“You know, you don’t have to pussyfoot around with me. Weren’t you just trying to get laid?” she asks, brow arched. The disbelief thick in her voice makes it clear what she thinks of him. 

“No’ just some playboy, hen,” he scoffs. “I have feelings too.”

Her other eyebrow lifts. He’s tickled pink.

He plays the part well, he supposes. Lounges in bed and eats grapes all morning while she stares at him from the kitchen like he might dissipate at any moment. He’s used to leaving a false impression, like a lake that someone builds their house next to until years go by and someone says I think this was once a meteor. 

When she comes back to bed around mid morning, Johnny wastes no time pulling her up onto the bed until she plants her cunt over his mouth and sinks down onto his waiting tongue. 

Candy sweet pussy, he thinks blissfully, then says it out loud because he can never keep his mouth shut. It must tickle because she yelps and nearly pulls away from his face altogether, but he wrenches her back down, fingers digging into her ass cheeks a bit too forcefully. He’ll pay for that later. 

In the aftermath, when she collapses beside him in bed and rests her head on his chest while he plays with her hair, he itches in his skin to message Ghost. It perplexes him. They never text, he and Ghost; they don’t call, they don’t write, they don’t email. For all intents and purposes, their relationship ends at the perimeter around base, dissolves to nothing. It’s not Ghost’s fault he trickles into Johnny’s dreams sometimes. 

A week goes by. Calm the mind. He thinks of Ghost and his fingers tremble and the phone stays silent and he lets the thought go. Steady. Breathe in and out. His caryatid girl slips in and out of his sheets, hesitant always like he might leave. Johnny doesn’t know if she wants him to, wants to feel vindicated in her assumption, but of all her wants, that ranks the lowest in his mind. 

He spirals deeper into it, infatuated. She’s sweet but snippy, candy sweet with a sour kick—everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. Ever unimpressed, watching him with a small, hidden smile, amused despite herself. 

Johnny wonders if this is the universe waving its hand in front of his face. Yoohoo, missing something?

He looks pointedly away. 

It’s new, but maybe he’s like every other military man in the world, unable to go with the flow, dissatisfied with seeing where things go. He needs instant gratification, everything now-now-now, the certainty of commitment—he spills blood with everyone he knows, so why would his girl be any different?

Returning back to base is harder this time around. The last day of his leave is an exercise in restraint, tempered only by her smile when he sees her off at the door to her apartment, reluctant to leave. 

“C’mon, promise me you’ll call, hen,” Johnny mumbles into her mouth, catching her answer with a languid swipe of his tongue. His arms press her tight to his chest, digging his hands into her back pockets and giving a good squeeze, relishing in the way she squeaks. “How’m I gonna survive without ye, huh? They’re gonna have to jumpstart my heart after it gives out from missing ye so bad.”

“So dramatic. You have my number,” she says when he finally pulls back enough to let her speak.

“No, please, baby, please—promise me—”

“Oh my god, alright, fine—I’ll call. Now get going already.”

The drive back to base leaves him feeling bedraggled, lost. When he gets in, it’s straight to the barracks, an hour long nap before reporting to Price, dragging his feet the whole way over. Moping, for lack of a better word, until he rounds a corner and nearly collides with someone that stops him with a single hand on his shoulder. 

When he looks up to eyes rimmed in black paint, the world lightens. His shoulders lift. 

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny awhile to bring her up with Ghost. Something keeps holding him back, choking him when he tries to say it outloud. He blames it on uncertainty (had to be sure she was the one, Lt, ye ken?) but he feels the truth at the core of him. When he does finally muster up the nerve to pass his phone to Ghost where her photo is front and centre, no mistaking his intentions, he waits on tenterhooks for a reaction. 

Only breathes out when Ghost asks to meet her. He can do that. 

“Aye, Lt. Just for you.”

#99% chance im gonna edit this to fuck before i post it on ao3 because im trying to properly balance the pov switch #also its not done yet #ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghoap x reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost/reader #soap/reader

[retrogamingblog2]

#pokemon #anime #nintendo #gif #gaming #video games #gengar #ghost #spooky #gifs #animation #gameboy #kanto #gba #ds #3ds #switch #nintendo switch #pokemon go #pokemon let's go #gen i #gen 1 #nineties #retro #retrogaming

[nerdpoe]

Not all of Vlad's cloning attempts failed aside from Dani. There was one more, but since it was already dissolving, he gifted it to an old friend so they could study it. Lex had apparently been working with Cadmus to make a clone and was...having a bit of a hard time.

Unbeknownst to Vlad, Lex managed to save the clone and stabilize it by introducing Kryptonian DNA. He also successfully aged up the clone to sixteen.

Kon has no idea.

Until he does.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #Kon's weird age thing was actually halfa related #because the dead don't age #and he hadn't been stabilized PROPERLY lex just did the equivalent of slapping duct tape on the problem #so his biology switched his aging to his ghost form and his non-aging to his physical body #when the age thing got fixed it just forced his ghost form to stop aging and his human-ish one to age

[gomzdrawfr]

Importance

#if you dont get it #basically highlighters are used to highlight important points and things #so Soap “highlights” Ghost(by drawing on Ghost) because Ghost is important to him #gummmyart #doodle #btw Ghost is playing stardew valley on Switch #he almost forgot to water his rhubarb #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap

[ghouljams]

Rotting my brain thinking of Simon "praise kink" Riley being a pillow princess. Big scary Ghost that walks around with a perpetual glare, staring down his nose at everyone and being the most intimidating man in any room, who would ever expect that he can be reduced to a begging mess with a few softly spoken words. He never whimpers, never whines, but somehow the growls and groans sound even more desperate when he tries to buck up into you. He's so good at following orders too, eager to please, he'd do anything if you asked. If you press his hands against the mattress on either side of his head and tell him to keep them there he's not gonna move.

He's a good boy. Please tell him he's a good boy. Please please please. He's so good, don't you see how good he's being? Isn't he pretty on his knees? Isn't he devout in his worship? Doesn't he deserve to be praised? He does, he does, he does.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost being a closet switch is doing unspeakable things to my mind #he's a dom until you ask if he wants to try bottoming #and then hes a MESS #headboard hunk

[youcalledsworld]

DP x DC prompt

The Justice League failed and the earth will blow in 8 minutes. They can't evacuate everyone on the planet, they are all tired and can barely move.

In a last ditch effort John and Zatanna call upon the King of the Infinite Realms for help.

Danny said he can't stop the planet from blowing up and the Justice League sighed in defeat. But then he goes on to say that he can save everyone on earth.

The League wondered how he could. So he told them he'll just move the entire population of earth to a different earth so similar to theirs it would be extremely difficult to tell the difference.

He tells them the only difference is that on that earth the Heroes and even the Villains failed to stop a big evil from turning everyone including animal into dust.

And after he finishes relocating everyone to the different earth he will then swap the earth's around so that they remain in their original universe.

For his payment Danny told them that he will take everything valuable from the earth that's about to explode. That means precious metals, vehicles, mansions, weapons, artwork, magical artifacts, villains and heroes equipment, he will take everything.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #justice league #ghost king danny #danny saves the enitre population of earth #danny relocates the population of earth #1 earth is about to blow #1 earth had everyone turn to dust #op danny phantom #danny switches earths around #justice league wins but fails #danny phantom becomes an even richer king #he might have also took all the home cooked meals for himself #he basically took everything from the superheroes and supervillains multiple hideouts #he also took every invention from earths companies

[souperluminal]

CONGRATULATIONS GHOST TRICK FANS

#the drawing fern #ghost trick #ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE GAMES #COMING TO SWITCH AND STEAM IN THIS THE YEAR 2023?? #HELLL YESSSS

[agentc0rn]

Love it when there's cool™ folks with extensive historical knowledge of lore and ancient lineages who have gone through losses and sought questionable ways of achieving their goals + having indirect connection to their respective beings of worship

#pokemon volo #pokemon zinnia #my art #pokemon #pokemon legends #pokemon legends arceus #giratina #pokemon fanart #tried to draw other characters this time #the🍎symbolizes the knowledge of good and evil on his left hand (the knowledge of the world + history gained through his heritage + “job” #in a way I see the ghost plate as an equivalent of the apple #a deal made with giratina to seek the truth and way to meet arceus like the snake convincing Eve to eat the fruit (sorta). #after researching i did not realize that leppa berry backwards was apple (with e and l switched around)

[clevercatchphrase]

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#undertale #undertale au #undertale comic #ghost switch #gs comic #frisk #asriel #my art #utau

[splatoonusna]

SRL Results Dept. reporting in on the...results of the Splatoween Splatfest! Who would be the best friend among Zombies, Skeletons, and Ghosts?

Congrats to Team Ghosts! And remember—we're ALL winners when it comes to Super Sea Snails. Don't forget to pick yours up!

#splatoon 3 #nintendo #nintendo switch #splatoonusna #splatoween #zombie vs skeleton vs ghosts

[agentravensong]

ghost trick is a video game that's about these questions: "when something bad happens to you, what do you do with that trauma?" and "when you do something terrible, when you make a terrible mistake, what do you do with that guilt?". it's about fate and family and hope and truth.

but, equally, crucially, it's also propaganda for the best little doggie in the whole world

#ghost trick #ghost trick phantom detective #it's also about another very good pet but that's getting into spoilers #but yeah. spent my weekend playing this (on switch because my computer can't handle its Sick Graphics apparently) #(it was worth buying twice though) #thanks secret sleepover society and lauren the flute for streaming this #and getting me invested enough that i just had to see the rest for myself asap

[krsc2]

1. magnum p.i. for @ghuleh-recs, thank you for the suggestion!

#no short shorts bc i wanted to switch it up #but i promise they're coming! #image description in alt text #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #ghost bc #fanart #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dress up #dress up swiss #ghoul dress up

[retrogamingblog2]

Pokemon Halloween Stickers made by TheMoonborn

#halloween #pokemon #fall #autumn #art #nintendo #gaming #bulbasaur #video games #pumpkin #wooloo #pokemon swsh #switch #nintendo switch #galar #gengar #ghost #spooky #spooky season #october #cats #charmander #gameboy #artists #illustration #cute #retro #retrogaming