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My name is Jimothy Barnes (no not officially in real life, ofc not) and my pronouns are he/they
You can call me any variation of Jimothy or Jim, Mr Barnes if you’re overly polite
Let’s be honest, this is a Ghost blog and it is 18+ only
Kinky things happen here, if that’s not for you that’s okay - don’t stay
I sometimes write (#jimothy writes), I sometimes try the art (#jimothy’s art)
Mostly I’m here to appreciate all the amazing people in this community, creators and appreciators alike
Please remember to tell your artists (writers, painters, gif makers, etc) that you enjoy their work. HERE is a list of comments you can borrow and HERE is a list of quotes by Doyle if you don’t know what to say.
My ask box is open and accepting HCs, requests and questions, or even just little thoughts that need airing
Anon hate will not be answered, especially not about other people. Say it off anon or not at all
Jim! Good to see you around these parts. You doing alright? 💜
Hi!! I’m just sneaking by before disappearing again.
I’m in the middle of Hell (not the good Hell of ghost and delicious lore) with exam season and some truly fucked up work bullshit at the moment. Though I have just a week left of exams so I’ll try to socialising again after that.
Happy birthday week to our beloved Mountain-loving Crow! Crow is an absolute legend in our fandom. A beloved creature known for so very much — quintessence, the tentacle monster that lives in the lake, Rain's sentient she/her tentacle dick. She’s our resident Mountain lover (and expert) and it would be impossible to be in this fandom and not have read her incredible works.
We are very lucky to have Crow around here. She creates stunning graphics and dividers, she has the most incredible and delicious ideas and the skill, the craftmanship, to shape those ideas into beautiful fics. And we must give her all the love and attention for everything she puts into Mushy May for everyone.
Enjoy yourselves by indulging in everything Crow and be sure to leave her some lovely comments on ao3 and/or tags when you reblog.
As always, deepest bows and curtsies to @wrathofrats for the graphics and all the work and effort she puts into these. It should be humanly impossible, but the posters she creates are just banger after banger, and unsurprisingly Crow's poster is absolutely beautiful. Give Wrath all the love and attention.
Call out in the middle of the night — E, Dewdrop/Ifrit
Ifrit has a naughty dream about Dew and gets caught. Little does he know Dew's been wanting him just as badly for ages.
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The power of suggestion — E, Aether/Rain
“It’s like a mix between being high, drunk, and hypnotized; so I’ve been told.” Rain is far too gone to remember it fully, but he thinks he can agree with whoever told Aether that. “So, then what? You channel your magic into someone and . . . talk? And they feel it without you actually doing anything?” “Right: Suggestion, guidance—whatever you wanna call it. We can try sometime, if you want. It takes a lot of trust, but I find it’s very rewarding.” “Yeah, I do want to. I trust you, Aethe.” -- Or, Rain learns of Aether's neat little quintessence trick.
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The sea upon which I float — E, Mountain/Rain
Mountain has a hard day and seeks out his Rain for comfort. Rain, being as sweet and loving as ever, gives him just what he needs.
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Into the eyes of fire — E, Dewdrop/Ifrit
The look in question happened only a few hours ago: the pair of them galivanting around the stage, charging at each other like wild bulls during the bridge of Year Zero. Until Ifrit rose up on his toes, hovering only a few inches above Dew as he leaned in for a mock kiss. He may as well have been two feet taller with the way his rich brown eyes bore straight into Dew's, getting closer and closer until the water ghoul was forced to pull away. It was no more than a few seconds. But the shared look between the two of them was more than enough to convey Dew's desperate thoughts. Ifrit had regarded him with a calculating stare as keycards were handed out for the evening, grasping Dew by the arm and pulling him flush to his side as they made the short trek up to the room—separating from him only long enough to shove their bags in the bathroom and hook the latch over the door. Now Dew whimpers, barely loud enough to be considered a sound. His head thumps against the wall, hips canting into Ifrit’s. The fire ghoul chuffs, nails tracing patterns into the exposed skin around the hemline of Dew’s shirt, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Gonna make you cry; that’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”
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Tough love — M, Omega/Zephyr
“I am plenty rested.” “These knots in your shoulders say otherwise.” Zephyr closes their eyes and sighs like an exasperated teacher. “And you claim that I am the stubborn one?” “Come on,” Omega goads them. Telltale magick crackling to life beneath his fingertips. “Doesn’t have to be much.”
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Lady of the lake — E, Rain/OC, Rain/Mountain
With all the dark magick flowing through the abbey, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leached into the surrounding area. Mountain’s told him all about the various creatures he’s seen on the edges of the forest: dark, shadowy things that live in the corners of one’s vision, flitting between downed trees and swaying ferns. They’re relatively peaceful entities that don’t seem to bother ghouls, humans, or other animals much. But their presence certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed. That same looming magick resides at the bottom of the lake. Something deep and ominous. Something big. Rain can’t make head nor tail of the sentient somethingthat must live down there. He’s felt it most recently in the new beginnings of spring: big waves of living energy reaching out to him, calling to something buried deep in his ribcage. A creature reaching out to their kin. He supposes it could be a byproduct of the changing seasons, the rush of life seeping through the cracks in the thawing ice. But the feeling in his gut tells him it’s something more than that.
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Learning to swim — E, Mountain/Rain
Though the earth ghoul is no stranger to Rain’s sexual wiles, never has he let him touch like this: slipping his fingers into places they’ve yet to explore. Mountain’s been afraid to, truthfully. Afraid to harm or push too far, despite his reputation as a (mostly) gentle giant. He’d rather Rain show him; he revels in the teaching moments—wants his lovers to tell him what he likes, show him how good something makes them feel. He wants the opportunity to take it slow, to map out their most sensitive parts until he knows them like the back of his hand. Rain is ever so kind to indulge him.
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Snap those final strings/watch me fall back — E, Aether/Dewdrop
It’s addicting, watching him like this. A hypnotic little dance of flesh against silicone that Aether can’t peel his eyes away from. Flush against his back, he sees how the end of the toy kisses the end of Dew’s little cock with each gentle thrust: dark mauve against flushed, shining pink. Hears it too, the perfect sound of wet skin mixing into the tenor of Dew’s moans. It’s his slick that covers them both now; it gathers atop the wide head, coating Dew’s cock with each of Aether’s thrusts. And the wetter he gets, the more vocal he gets; he’s begging now for Aether’s dick. That desperation taking full control. Begging with hitched breath please, put it in, need it. Begging for Aether to slip right inside.
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As rare and sweet — E, Cirrus/Rain
Cirrus sighs and fiddles with the hem of her sweatshirt—well, Cumulus’ sweatshirt that she hasn’t been able to take off for the last three days. It’s a long few minutes before she speaks again, and this time her voice is strained. “Her and I have so much fun touring, Rain. I didn’t think she’d just . . . not choose it, one day.” Rain smooths along her shoulders, forcing them away from her ears. “It was surprising coming from Aether, too.” The air ghoulette sniffs. “That’s not the same.” “Isn’t it, though?” Rain hums, pulling Cirrus into his arms and resting his chin atop her head. He rubs his hands up and down her biceps, soothing. “Dew would think so.” He says it almost wistfully—it’s not argumentative; Rain hardly ever is with Cirrus. It’s more introspective, comforting. Something to remind her she isn’t alone in this flurry of chaos.
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For your ears only — E, Dewdrop/Storm
It's no surprise to hear muffled sounds of ecstasy amongst the soft drone of televisions or bluetooth speakers. But the sounds that meet his ears as he breezes past Dew's door are particularly ear-perking tonight. The air ghoul pauses mid-step. Cocking his head at the almost palpable need that audibly seeps through the cracks. " . . . shhiiitt . . . mmpf . . ." It's obvious he's getting off. Desperate and quick. What's more interesting to Storm is the fact that Dew is, seemingly, resting his back against his own door while he does it. Well. A little detour wont hurt.
Happy week! This week we celebrate the one and only Void. As you are well aware of, Void is a multitalented, unbelievably sweet guy who will effortlessly get into your soul with his art and his writing.
I know we have a list of fics for you to enjoy below the cut, but please do yourself a favour this week and have a look at Void's art. He is such an incredible writer it seems his art has flown under the radar for a while. Are we not Satan's creatures? We should enjoy and devour all pleasures given to us, and Cumulus, Rain, Raindrop, Special, and Tempest are but a few such delicious pleasures.
It is very clear in all Void does that he is the sweetest ever and that he cares so much for his friends. Please enjoy this mixtape full of bangers, and make sure to reblog with tags and/or comment on ao3.
Before you're off to read, give a million kisses to @wrathofrats for the most beautiful poster you've ever seen. And maybe sigh lustfully and adoringly at the cd too.
Let the reason come on the common tongue — E, Ifrit/Mist
He flicked his orange eyes up to hold her gaze and began mapping out a path of wet, open mouthed kisses down the line of her body. Over her sternum, down her stomach, forked tongue going so far as to trace the soft line of her belly before flicking at her navel. Mist hissed halfheartedly, giving his broad shoulder a weak smack.
“Get on with it before I change my mind,” she warned but her tone remained amused.
“And to think I took you for the patient one.”
“Sorely mistaken, cherry bomb. Now,” the spade of her tail batted him on the nose “I don’t want another word from you unless you’re choking on my dick while you say ‘em.”
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So many things that I would do if I had my way with you — E, Mountain/Rain
“Promise I’ll make it up to you later, love.”
”Later?” Mountain grimaced at the word, brow furrowing deep. The irritated edge in his voice was becoming clear now but the sudden shift in his scent was impossible to miss. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Well we’re about to go on,” Rain shrugged, something uneasy and borderline excited flipped in his stomach.
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Milk & Honey — E, Dewdrop/Phantom
Abruptly, Dew bolted upright with a choked off groan that could have been anywhere between pained and pleased. Whatever hair hadn’t escaped his elastic was freed by the sudden movement. His orange eyes glowed like dying embers being stoked back to life as he heaved with each breath, flicking wildly to and fro until they looked down and bristled. He folded his arms over his chest, shoulders drawing up to his pinned back ears as he struggled to free himself from the apparent bindings of starchy hotel sheets.
“…Dew?”
He jumped like he’d been electrocuted. A cat with its hair standing on end, almost about to hiss but stopped short of the sound. Unaware of the fact Phantom was and had been awake.
“Are you ok?”
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Won't you raise my heart rate and make me sweat — E, Omega/Rain
While opening his mouth was simple, getting sound to follow was the hard part. Felt near impossible. There was seemingly no order of words that didn’t feel strange, his situation wouldn’t afford him tact. Every explanation he came up with caught in his throat, tangled up his vocal chords and trapped him in a rather poignant pause. More reluctant to spit it out than he might have been on the other side of an eerily silent confessional booth, owning up to his wrongs came easier than an admission that felt more perverse than practical.
“She’s stuck.” Rain blurted out. Punctured the silence he’d created to find absolutely no relief in it.
”She?”
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Pristine and Kept Pretty — E, Aether/Mountain
"You need to take better care of your things, darling." He tutted and thumbed over a crease at the toe of his boot, "they were so scuffed. Dirty." His lip almost curled up with disgust, a glimpse of teeth. Mountain felt his breath catch. "Do you have any idea how long it took to make them pretty again?"
"I'm sorry sir."
"What do we say?"
"...Thank you for making them pretty, sir."
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The little voice in your head was right — E, Aether/Rain
Aether proposes a bet, one Rain is all too smug to agree to. An easy win under his belt, a nice stroke to his ego, all he had to do was go a day without getting fucked. Rain can manage that without an issue...Probably.
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Show me your methods I'll show you my humility — E, Dewdrop/Phantom
“I'll ask again, where the fuck were you?”
“Graveyard, helping baby bat really relax.” Swiss’ tail grazed his ankle and Phantom hummed in agreement. Always agreeable when it came to him. “Borrowed a little stress relief from Mounty, little of this, little of that, and would you look at the kid now - look at that smile.”
“You took him to smoke weed in the graveyard and left me to get chewed out…Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Romantic,” Rain cooed from his place on the couch, the only one not perturbed by Dew and his anger. Phantom had never seen him flinch from the fire ghoul, even when his emotions ran scalding. “None of you take me to get high in the cemetery anymore.”
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Perfect Fit — G, Dewdrop & Mist
“Mist-” Dew mumbled, color warming his cheeks as River and Lake began to snicker.
“What? Can't I be proud of my little shark pup?” She squished his face between both hands, knocking their horns together. “Finally getting to see you through your rite of passage.”
“You're being sappy, it's gross.”
“I think I've earned being sappy!” Mist forcefully shook his head side to side with a huff, “look so handsome in your uniform I could just eat you up.”
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Mended wounds still scar — T, Alpha/Omega
The position felt backwards. Alpha knelt before him while Omega sat silently, avoiding eye contact out of shame. He did not move with confidence like the quintessence ghoul would have. Hesitant and cautious as he moved to dab a wet rag at the fine imprint of teeth. Omega nearly jerked from his grip but Alpha's tail swatted at him lightly, pulling his hand back towards him. Delta had a nasty bite, two rows of jagged needle like teeth, flinching was certainly understandable.
“He really got you good, huh…” Alpha mumbled, feeling a tendon in Omega's hand twitch in a sort of agreement. No change in his face. “Omega,” he sighed, barely looking up. “You can't tear yourself apart over him, he knew the risk when he pursued the transition.”
Not a word.
“This isn't your fault. You couldn't have predicted this.” He offered with an alarming sincerity, a voice too gentle to belong to someone like him. “You did everything you could, but you can't save everyone.”
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Give me a glass of your innocence — E, Mountain/Rain
Rain’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, leg bouncing under the table with a growing restlessness.
“Lily pad,” Mountain passed behind his chair, scratching lightly at the water ghoul’s scalp before dropping heavily into the seat beside him. Rain found himself starting to keen into the brief touch, gone just as quick as it came. Leaving him frustrated and disappointed enough to slump down in his seat, taking another sip from his drink to quell the feeling and fuel a new one. “You’re shaking the whole table. Going to spill all of that hard work if you don’t sit still.”
”That’d be too bad huh,” he swirled the wine, eyeing Mountain at the edges of his vision. “Would be so dumb and careless of me.”
Scottish Labour’s manifesto has just released and every single one of their candidates is running on a platform of trans segregationism.
Do not vote for them.
It is so outright transphobic, that even Duncan Hothersall, who some of you might remember from the independence referendum days, is not campaigning or voting for them.
Rewatching Ghosts (the UK one) this week, and I must say: the fact it never got popular on this website is a tragedy.
Delightful show, delightful cast of ridiculous and mildly terrible people who would never have gotten along in life but are forced to live (well, coexist, given they're all dead) with each other as ghosts stuck to the place where they died, found family everywhere, and fun silly episodes that occasionally sneak up and suckerpunch me right in the chest with Feelings before going straight back to silly ghost shenanigans without missing a beat.
Also, the Captain is perfect, and no I will not be taking any comments or criticisms on this point. He is my son, your honor, and he has done nothing wrong ever and deserves all the joy and love in the world forever.
whenever i see people call random edgy but not-at-all harmful artists "degens" i would like to refer them to the first sentence of wikipedia's "degenerate art" article
Might need to fundraise for a lower end proper 3D printer soon, it seems like they are trying to put laws in place that would make new printers verify every 3D print and I would rather avoid that
I regret to inform the assembly of honorable ghesties that I am once more thinking about Daddy Dew and it is likely I will make it everyone's problem at some point
I just think he's Thee daddy of the pack and no-one can talk me out of it
