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#i'm a ghost
multifacetedjem 5 months
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escapedaudios 3 months
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One if the few times anyone has recognized my voice IRL was when I only had like 1,500 subscribers and my girlfriend was listening to one of my audios (I think it was Misery) with no headphones and someone was like "Oh hey, you like Escaped Audios too?". She was almost going to say "yeah actually he's my boyfriend" but she was afraid it would make her look like a delulu fangirl, because what are the odds that she was actually my girlfriend.
Anyway, if the girl from the break room at the Orange Village Mall back in 2022 is reading this, hi! That was my girlfriend! Wasn't she beautiful? I'm so lucky to have her 馃グ馃グ馃グ
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what's the best way to approach you in your dms as said potential feedee ? 馃憖
Uhhhmmmm treat me like a person? Don't be demanding. Maybe start a conversation first?
Oh and please for the love of love, write full sentences. I don't have time to decode things 馃槝
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I've reached the point where having a henchman following me around has become detrimental to my ability to walk through an entire dungeon completely unseen. They just blow my cover and destroy my strategy of sequestering monsters in rooms with doors they can't open.
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mimipunk 1 year
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The good thing about me being a ghost is that nobody gets to listen to my depressing views 馃懟
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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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ijltln 1 month
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hm. dont belong
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platyroonism 2 months
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but if I'M a traumatized kid and YOU'RE a traumatized kid... who's playing the game!?
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frogchiro 7 months
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virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!
Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.
One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.
Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?
So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.
All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.
Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.
Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?
Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:
"Stay. Don't move around girl."
And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.
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wombywoo 3 months
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multifacetedjem 5 months
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pseudospectre 6 months
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ave661 3 months
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biker!Ghost 3.5 1 , 2 , 3 , 3.5
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deep-dark-fears 17 days
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Out out, Mister Goofums. A fear submitted by Lauren to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!
You can find original artwork or commission portraits in my shop!
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lxvvie 2 months
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fuck nasty!Ghost who shows you how much he misses you.
You were out running errands, leaving Simon, home from his latest deployment, to his own devices. All was going well鈥攕o you thought鈥攗ntil you heard the telltale ping of your phone and saw that he had texted you.
Simon probably needed you to pick something up for him on the way home. Mm. Doable. You opened the text under that innocent assumption.
And you know what they say about making assumptions.
Because right there in front of your very eyes was a picture of underwear. Your underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear you'd been searching for while you were getting dressed this morning.
They were covered in cum. Simon's cum.
You receive another text not even a second later: Miss you, sweetheart.
It was a miracle you didn't drop your phone.
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paxopalotls 3 months
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The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode
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