#ghost thots

[charnelhouse]

I saw this picture on Pinterest and thought it was cute. Then I wonder does Ghost know how to braid? and if he does would he help Red Fox braid her hair before they go on a mission? Btw, you're my favorite writer on Tumblr ❤️❤️❤️

"What are you doing?"

Ghost's hands tug and pull at your hair insistently. He looms behind you, close enough you can hear his relaxed breath, his thumping heart.

"It's a safety hazard."

"I'll just shove it in a bun."

"No."

You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest while Ghost finishes braiding your hair. When you scan the room, you realize that everyone is staring. Soap and Gaz are whispering to each other, lips twitching with amusement while the former passes a thin wad of cash to the latter.

Heat rushes beneath your flesh, feverish and overwhelming, and, out of instinct, you attempt to step away from your Lieutenant. It's a lost cause. Your hair is snug in his gloved hands, and he doesn't budge. You're stuck to him.

"Almost done," he says quietly as he loops a band around the end.

It is only a moment. His knuckles brush against the nape of your neck, nimble fingers gently swiping the bare skin. You inhale sharply and Ghost releases you.

[ghostlyprincesspup]

pussy like the Bermuda triangle, depending how you come in you'll either have the time of your life or never be seen again

[littledeathpriestess]

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I think this story by @puppygirllaika gave me a Mommy kink. *Helped me accept my feelings about it.

From both sides.

Pup can talk about the bottom when they stop being shy. It was a hard but healing read for them. They did good.

Topside, it gives me somewhere to put all the Protective feelings I have, especially about littles. I realised this walking down the hall just now and it hit me so hard I had to sit down on the floor. I am a guard dog of a person. I will stand between you and anyone. I will do anything I can to make sure you are safe and happy.

But

And

I think I'd be a better Aunty. I always wanted to be the witchy aunt whose door is Always open to the kids in the family. Who will happily help you learn about Anything (especially if you feel like you can't talk to your parents about it). Who will kick Anyone out of the house if you don't feel safe around them. Who will always remind you it's okay to be yourself. Even in our family (they can't stop you, darling, not really).

What made this all hit home just now was reading one of @miscling's posts and finding @littlefaefae's blog and just. Being seized by the urge to protect faefae. Make sure faefae knows fae is so good, and so lovable, and so loved. Encourage and teach fae things that make faer eyes light up. Read fae stories. Do colours together. Sing songs.

These are new feelings for me, in this context.

They're warm.

I never really wanted to be a parent. But Aunty who helps with the kiddos when she's in town? Aunty who unconditionally has your back? That's the stuff dreams are made of

[crows-murder]

logically i know that posting a fic = comments, and i have not posted a fic since mid august, but is that stopping me from constantly refreshing my email to see if i have comments? absolutely not <3

[freudsghost]

Aziraphale is so casual about brushing off Crowley’s advances. Infuriatingly, so so casual. There is no evidence besides the labels and black feathers and scales that Crowley is evil. It’s set in stone that they are (im)mortal enemies. It’s in their blood. It’s fate and demons can’t love. And as a result, Aziraphale misses almost everything that’s right in front of him for thousands of years.  But he isn't stupid. He knows what he thinks he knows and what he thinks hes aware of. But he never considers that he could be wrong. He understands his own feelings and never accepts that they’re right and real and reciprocal.  The irony is that Crowley is the only one who really knows him, and really loves him. He’s the only one that Aziraphale has ever really let in like that. and yet his prejudice blinds him to the point of stupidity. Aziraphale can excuse his behavior. Tempting a demon to the good side is good of course! It’s not emotional manipulation if its for the greater good. He doesn’t see that he can rely on Crowley for nearly everything, that he will show up when needed, not because he’s delightfully good at showing the glory of celestial virtue but because he has mistaken his own ability and short changed Crowley’s ability to care. He’s reliable, faithful, so so faithful, and is the only constant in both their long messy lives. Crowley has resigned himself to live with his love for Aziraphale unrequited. Angels, especially angels with regard for rules, can’t love like that. Too specific. Too messy. Too covetous. Too lustful. Not in their bag of tricks. And until he has good reason (and Crowley knows he isn’t a good reason) Aziraphale won’t break the rules. Aziraphale can barely be talked around rules when it’s for something good, something simple, perhaps to prevent evil. 

Aziraphale loves Crowley and hates himself for it. he can push it under all the layers of guilt and forget about it until its right there in his face so it is easier to forget in times spent apart. and he knows that demons can't love. If they can sense love, they can’t accept love. It’s a foreign concept and not in their nature. Demons can tempt and lie and lust but they may not even know what love feels like. Even if Crowley tells him he loves him, Aziraphale can dismiss it (lie to himself, to them both) no matter how obvious it is that this is different. they are different. 

Crowley is a glutton for punishment and pain and lets himself fall (and fall and fall and fall) for Aziraphale. He shows up. He does nearly everything hes asked, figuratively prostrated at Aziraphale’s feet. He hates the sick satisfaction he gets from it all, it’s not natural. He wants freedom, he wants chaos and he hates that he’s bound himself to anything, much less to a shining brilliant (lovely lovely lovely) pillar of righteousness. They both think "i know this love's not real" for vastly different reasons, and they’re both wrong.

[charnelhouse]

ok but this part: ‘Think she’s seen his face?” Gaz suddenly asks. The question hangs there between the three of them. When Soap hears Ghost laugh softly again, Soap thinks it’s more likely than not. I YELLED I SCREAMED no like ghost showing red his face? how would that even come about like god it’s basically equivalent to him saying i love u be mine forever :,) need that hulk of a man in my life idc if he’s a game character.

just imagine, she's bleeding out, dying, fingers trembling around his wrist as Ghost cradles her to his chest, accent descending into something so thick no one can discern the words and "don'tchu fuckin' dare, red. you stay with me. you hold on. i will come after you if you leave me." and he's frantic - losing it - running out of options and so he just shoves his mask off to give her his face and her eyes brighten, lips curling into a pained smile painted in blood and Ghost, shudders, only able to speak in chewed-off, stunted fragments encased in desperation because he's got nothing else:

look at me. you stay. you stay with me. that's it. that's all you have to do.

[charnelhouse]

Idk what it is about about a literal killer being so soft for his girl that makes me melt. When he was in shock after she was stabbed? God help me.

It's the middle of a mission. Ghost rips a man’s head off. Soap's been shot in the thigh and he's groaning.

"Walk it off," Ghost growls.

Suddenly, he hears you whimper. He whirls around and discovers that you’ve sprained your ankle.

He runs to you.

@moondirti sketched this out and it’s everything

[charnelhouse]

Since I now have you permission!!! This is how bad my Ghost brain rot is 🥵 specifically your Ghost

Ghost tease

Ghost rider

Ghost is too BIG

Ghosts favorite position

Ghost when given .25 seconds alone with Red

Alright I think that's enough. Theres plenty more but I can't find them 😕 Enjoy!

Holy fuckkkk

The big one has me cycling into the afterlife. Hard agree on Ghost’s fave position.