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GHOST! Izuku Midorya who is a horny little shit.

Poor baby,he never felt another humans touch before he met you. You have found a way to communicate with ghosts, using magic and making a potion.

You were able to summon a ghost,and he told you his name was izuku,what a pretty name. He also had a white blanket wrapped around himself? He's so cute isn't he.

Well he was a little shit. He threw himself at you, practically knocking you over and falling on the floor on top of you

He was so starved of attention,of touch, physical touch..of everything. He was so lonely and desperate.

You found yourself pinned on the cold ground,with poor izuku humping your thighs.

"please, please..let me have you,I haven't talked to a human in years,no one wanted me but you..you summoned me,you want me to be here right now don't you?"

Izuku was blabbering,he didn't know what he was saying at this point,all he knew was that he needed to finally fuck someone.

His transparent body was holding you captive while his cock was thrusting without mercy inside your cunt,his blanket being thrown away across the room.

He groans and grunts extremely loud,his hips not slowing down at all. He couldn't stop himself,even if he wanted.

He came so fast,poor guy could hold it in for long.

Izuku came so much,it's like it was never stopping,he was trying to bury himself even more inside.

After a little bit he pulled out of you just to immediately slam back inside with a forceful thrust, making you moan out loud.

Imagine how hot it looked to have his transparent cock pumping in you, practically being able to see your insides while he was fucking you.

Izuku went for 3 rounds that night, making sure to fill your needy pussy each time..not that you minded,his cock felt too good to protest anyway.

IMAGINE GHOST IZUKU HAVING SEX WITH YOU

Hes a ghost so he's obviously transparent but he can touch objects or humans or anything else really

You and him have been dating for a while now,you were a normal human being

You find him when you move into a new place that was rumored to be haunted. You didn't believe it at first until you actually met a ghost

He was such a sweetheart honestly,he was so nice to you even though at first you were deadly afraid of him

He had you on your stomach with your ass arched up and a pillow under your hips to make it easier for the both of you

He was thrusting inside your pretty cunt while leaning over your body. He had his forehead resting on your shoulder as he was panting and whining

His transparent cock was pumping inside you at a pretty fast pace, hitting your spot with every thrust

He was moaning and groaning like crazy,poor baby never got to experience this before,it was all so new to him

But it felt amazing,so amazing,he never wanted to pull out

He cums inside you shamelessly. His hips twitch and he tries to bury himself even more inside you,your cunt was so so warm and his body was always cold so can you even blame him?

Should I do more ghost izuku😼?

Comic baseada num capítulo da minha fanfic! Onde Lloyd é um fantasma e ele considera Morro como seu irmão mais velho, no Reino Amaldiçoado.

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Lloyd, o fantasma - Ninjago

E se Lloyd fosse um fantasma do reino amaldiçoado e acabasse virando o irmão caçula do Morro E se por causa disso a pro...

Hi, could you make a tanjiro x reader where the reader is actually secretly a ghost? (You don't have to.)

Make sure to take care of your health!!

Tanjiro x GHOST! reader

Thanks so much for this first request! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

And thank you, take care!

(gender neutral reader, unless asked otherwise or stated)

First of all, I think a ghost reader, would most likely be some kind of demon, maybe like Lady Tamayo with the limited blood supply from the banks or donors.

Ghost powers obviously, like going through Walls, people, and other things, I believe it'd also be cool if ghost!reader could see other ghosts, spirits, all the supernatural things.

Blood demon art, only some have blood demon art, so if the normal ghost powers are enough then that's ok, but for blood demon art, maybe some controlling spirits, something like that, something very supernatural themed.

Maybe you could even have some ghost friends.

SUNLIGHT! I think that, as much as being like nezuko with being able to be in the sun, which you can choose obviously, if you like that better, I think that it'd make more sense if Ghost!reader could only be out in the night, like other demons. (It's also cool for the whole ghost thing)

How you died is up to you, but how you turned into a demon might be from another demon and their blood, or something else.

How you met Kamado Tanjiro

If you want some sort of calm meeting, i think I might have a nice concept

One day, you were floating around, peacefully floating in a flower field at midnight, (normal human things right?/j), and Tanjiro, who happens to be done with a mission, making his way to find somewhere to stay for the night, when all of a sudden as he's looking at all the willow trees, he sees you, in the flower field.

As he gets closer, he sees you sitting in the field of white flowers, and senses a different scent coming from you, as if rain and wet leaves, but also maybe some hints of other things.

He'd probably be concerned, I mean, seeing some random person at night, in an empty flower field, pretty weird right?

So, I think he'd try to silently approach you.

You notice him of course and turn around and look at him

Which he noticed, stopping in his tracks, as if he's a deer in headlights.

He obviously speaks up, asking if you're alright, which you nod at after a few seconds of just staring at him.

He'd probably ask if you'd like to find an inn with him, so you're not alone, especially at those hours.

(maybe I'll make this a one shot, more detailed of course)

I think after you guys know each other for longer, you'd meet zenitsu and insouke.

When zenitsu met you, let's just say it wasn't a calm first meeting, he was...scared, to say the least.

The poor guy probably thought he was going to die, and that you were going to steal his soul. (which you can do, but not that you would).

Zenitsu can probably sense a sort of eerie sound from you, maybe even like wind blowing and rain.

He was probably yelling and screaming and crying about how he's going to die.

Inosuke, on the other hand, would've probably said hi, and just stared at you weird, he'd probably bluntly call you freaky looking.

Tanjiro, knowing you and being more level headed and being more mannerful, would probably firmly tell zenitsu to stop freaking out, which would probably make zenitsu cling to him and cry about how he's going to let the reader kill him.

Inosuke would probably start cackling and boasting about how you'd never be able to kill him, and he'd twist you up before you can even step forward.

Which probably makes zenitsu scream at Tanjiro and inosuke, telling them to make sure you don't kill him.

Nezuko, being the calmest one there, would probably stare up at you and walk closer. (Which in turn would make zenitsu stop and stare, before screaming even louder)

(again, I would love to make this maybe a one shot in the future)

After a while, you of course get to know the whole group better.

How he realized he had feelings for you

Oddly enough, I feel like when he realized he had feelings for you, is when he realized you were some sort of ghost.

Of course, he was a bit shocked, but after the initial shock, many things made sense to him.

Especially your insistence of not going out in the sun.

I think he would most likely try to ask you about it, and if you would make up excuses or try to leave, he'd probably try to find a way to somewhat corner you, making sure you're still comfortable though.

I think after you too talk about how you're a ghost and all that stuff it would make you guys closer.

Now you don't have to hide a part of you from him!

Considering this is already really long

I will be making a pt2

(or editing this to be longer with the rest)

Sorry this took me a few days, I was a bit busy with life and all that. Hope you enjoy! <3

Ghost George: 🎵 Why did you leave me? I'm still here wondering, cuz I'm still in love with you! 🎵

Ghost Me! I’m so close to making a webcomic about me and my friends monster version. I mean, my friends are already mad right

Some Monster Prom ladies gifs :3

If Guardians still play baseball, I guarantee you that someone has accidentally thrown their Ghost instead of the ball. I'm not sure how or why it happened, but I am completely that it has.

Idea For A New Iron Banner Ghost Shell

A wooden looking shell, studded with metal rivets similar to the Iron Banner guns. The top half of the shell has a constant, flickering flame. If the shell was really creative, the color of the fire would change with the shader.

A possibility for the name and flavor text are "Flickering Shell: For Ghosts who keep the spark of hope alive."

Happy birthday to the G.O.A.T

Today is Tobias Forge's birthday so happy birthday to him and anyone else born on March 3rd

Somebody show Copia

missing him hours :(

The Hunter’s Blood Moon

Prologue

I gripped the very edge of the stage, unable to wipe the beaming grin off my slightly-sweaty face, my chest heaving as the audience and I belted out the lyrics to ‘Cirice.’ Hearing sensitivity be damned, I would have gladly gone deaf if it meant I got the closest spot to the stage—the closest spot to him—as possible. I looked left to right, still no security guards to be seen, and yet nobody took the opportunity to climb onto the stage and join the performance, especially when he, Papa Emeritus III, was the lead vocalist. My heels bounced up and down with each boom of Pebble’s drums, the heavy shredding of Omega and Alpha on their respective guitars—it was still difficult to tell which Ghoul was which without their instruments—but my eyes stayed completely focused on the main lead himself.

I had no idea what the hell happened, but when Papa Emeritus II disappeared from Ghost and Papa III took over, it was like a switch just flipped on inside me. Seeing Secondo in his full Papa regalia? Awesome, and kind of funny considering his resemblance to a certain canine-named American singer; he’s nicknamed Mr. Worldwide for a reason. But seeing Terzo? With his raven-black hair, his classy black coat, and his white button-down? My heart had never fluttered so fast before, I had never squealed so loudly or flapped my hands so hard whenever photos and videos of him cropped up online or on the news, and even though I had wanted to see Ghost live since ninth grade, as soon as I graduated with my two-year film degree and got my first job at a local bookstore, my motivation cranked up to an eleven as soon as I found out that they—he—would play live in my town.

Terzo had just become my newest celebrity crush.

I didn’t give a single shit about any of the concert recordings I’d seen on YouTube anymore, nothing could have compared to hearing him in person. Whenever he held his microphone and sang, from ‘Year Zero’ to ‘Mummy Dust’—especially ‘Mummy Dust’; fuck, I’ll never get his raw sexual energy during that song out of my head—the sheer amount of confidence radiating from him had me falling head-over-heels, my heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out, my cheeks heating up so much to the point where I probably looked like a tomato or a seedless strawberry. And judging by the comments I’d seen other fans post on the Internet, I wasn’t the only one having a reaction like that.

Some very eager fans shoved past me and squealed right in my ear when Terzo swept past his boyfriend Omega, and the reason why clicked in my head as soon as the music drastically stopped, his voice lowered to a near-whisper, and his gorgeous mismatched eyes scanned the entire front row of the crowd. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t stop the short scream that tore from my throat, my right hand among others reaching past the edge of the stage as the audience either screamed for Papa or belted out the important lines for that part of the song.

A lucky fan was about to get Cirice’d.

My heart practically stopped as soon as Terzo’s gaze landed on the rabid fans around me, his lips curling into a devious smirk, making my cheeks burn and sending the women surrounding me into an absolute frenzy. The anxious lump immediately grew in my chest, my knees trembled, and my shyness kicked in as I slowly drew my hand away from the stage. There were already so many hands reaching for him, I didn’t think he would notice one missing. Terzo glanced at each frothing member of his congregation, strolling up and down; I’m pretty sure some ‘Wet Floor’ signs would be put around the place once the area got cleared out, I’d have to keep my eyes on the ground just to be sure I don’t slip and fall and potentially break my neck.

He started to approach a fan to my left…

And stopped.

Right in front of me.

I felt my pulse begin racing throughout my entire body, the flush on my cheeks reaching down to the back of my neck as the audience members next to me kept their hands towards Terzo. He looked down, directly at my withdrawn hand as I held it against my chest.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

He looked back up at me…

…got down on his left knee…

…held out his hand…

…and his smile easily put an angel’s to shame.

Holy fuck.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’M GETTING CIRICE’D!!!

Before I knew it, my fingertips met the soft fabric of Terzo’s gloved palm, and his fingers curled around mine, his thumb brushing the back of my hand as he tugged me closer to him. While my brain short-circuited and the ball of shyness threatened to explode in my chest, my other hand tried and failed to cover up and cool down the blush on my left cheek. My head was on the verge of overheating, but an airiness settled itself along with the heat as I looked up at Terzo. He knelt right in front of me, my hand in his as the Ghouls started playing again, his voice so clear and pretty as he sang the main chorus of the song. The corners of my mouth curled into a timid smile, and I could only look away for a few seconds before my eyes found his again, the anxiety wearing down and changing into a bubbly, giddy sort of shyness with a ton of suppressed excitement just short of bursting. My very first Ghost ritual, and I got to hold hands with Papa Emeritus III.

I couldn’t wait to gush about it to Elijah and Allison.

He pulled me closer, my stomach beginning to press against the edge of the stage, and I was more than certain that he, the Ghouls, and the audience could see the imaginary pink and red cartoon hearts floating around my head and popping like bubbles. Anticipation fluttered in my chest, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better than they were right now, Terzo set his microphone down next to him, his voice still perfectly clear as day, and I felt a legitimate shiver—an actual honest-to-God shiver—run down my spine as he gently tilted my chin up with his other hand, like something straight out of a romance novel. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, and I swear the ground almost disappeared beneath my feet, my breathing grew slightly heavier, and the noisy crowd behind me faded away into simple background noise.

Blood thrummed in my ears. Adrenaline rushed through me. My toes curled inside my shoes, the muscles in my shoulders ached the longer I tensed them, but I stayed rooted to my spot.

“…s… im…!”

What…?

“Ki… im…!”

The hell were they saying?

“Kiss him!!”

Oh.

OH.

Okay, I definitely did not hear that right. There was absolutely no way in hell that the entire audience started chanting “Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!” nonstop, their screams loud enough to make the entire arena tremble. I clutched the fabric of my pants, my knuckles no doubt turning white, the muscles in my fingers twitching with how hard I was straining them. Most of my brain yelled at me not to do it, not to risk getting banned from another Ghost concert for life; so I just stood there, willing my body not to pass out from how close Terzo was, how the fabric of his gloved palms fueled the steaming blush on my cheeks and sent shivers down my back, how his fingers brushed against the…

…the hollow of my…

…my throat…

His eyes…

…his mysterious white eye that gleamed under the harsh stage lights…

…the way his furrowed brows enhanced his gaze to create the most beautiful pair of ‘fuck me’ eyes I’d ever seen…

…the only ones I’d ever…

And then it happened.

It finally happened.

A pair of warm paint-covered lips pressed against mine, stray locks of raven hair traced feather-light touches against my temples. My fingers clutched the left collar of Terzo’s coat as my knees threatened to buckle under my weight. The butterflies immediately erupted from my stomach and spread throughout the rest of my body. I couldn’t tell my own thundering heartbeat from the deafening roar of the crowd while the last few minutes of ‘Cirice’ had now become simple background noise. His fingers gently threaded through my hair, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he tightened his grip on my hand. The steaming rosy blush on my cheeks spread down to my neck, my eyes fluttered to a close, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

It finally happened.

I just had my first kiss.

-

My breaths were deep and slow as my eyes fluttered open, the Christmasy smell of fresh pine flowing through my nose as the gentle hum of the A/C met my ears. The thinnest rays of sunlight were just beginning to stream through my window, casting slanted orange-yellow patterns and shapes on the walls; a strand of hair stuck to my left eye, but at least I didn’t get a flash-bang straight to the face. I turned onto my back and sluggishly raised my left hand up, brushing my fingers against my dry and chapped lips. After making a quick mental note to apply lip balm later—Mom would definitely get on my ass about it—I clenched the blanket and threw my head back against the pillow, glaring at the ceiling like it owed me money and was too lazy to pay me back even a dollar. My cheeks puffed out as I added a childish pout to my little staring contest with the drywall or whatever it was above my head. I didn’t have a doubt that grabbing my pillow and punching it would have woken up my parents and my brother in the next room over, so I just sat there and pulled the blanket over my face, a warm flush coloring my cheeks as I willed the bed to swallow me whole and let me wallow in my own disappointment.

I huffed, crossing my arms. I should have known it was too good to be true. Kissing Terzo immediately after getting Cirice’d? I mean, come on. No way. I would give all the money in my bank account for that—consensually, of course, I’m not a total creep—but the chances of a kiss on the lips during that part of the song are practically zero. He probably has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or gender-non-confirming date friend or something; if I were his partner—God, I wish—I’d be pretty pissed if he made out with every fan he Cirice’d. Besides, security would have definitely stopped that from happening.

A girl can dream, though.

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—The Hunter’s Blood Moon—

Summary: Daniella is just your average college graduate, with a two-year film degree, a simple shift at her local bookstore, and a large friend group of two. On her graduation trip to Sweden, not only does she meet new faces and try new things, but a nighttime run-in with some fallen angels helps her discover innate magical powers even she was not aware of. And when some very-familiar-looking skeleton-faced popes show up to provide their own assistance, it’s up to Daniella to decide whether she wants to go back to her old life or stay in the Satanic Ministry of Ghost and learn the ways of their Dark God.

Chapter List (ongoing)

Prologue

Chapter 1 (in progress)

no mom you don’t understand, that autistic geriatric satanic pope is my soulmate

i got inspired by @copias-girl to catch a cardinal fanfic and decided to draw copia in his swimsuit, it suits him so well😭😭

lil bonus

It took me maybe a week or two but I wanted to design Ghoul/Ghoulettes from this current era! Hope you like them all!

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Phantom is Aether's little brother.

He always adored his big bro, so when Aether was summoned to play for Ghost, he was absolutely thrilled to see his brother on the stage! He was and will always be his biggest fan. He even started to play instruments himself to be more like his big brother.

He learned all the Ghost songs just to impress Aether. And his brother was so proud he refused to stop hugging him! It was just so cute of him to learn all that just for his brother!

And then, as Aether was getting ready for the Re-Imperatour, Phantom mentioned something about how cool it would be if he could be in a band as well. And so Aether had an idea. After a surprisingly serious discussion with Papa, he got Phantom to replace him as the rhythm guitarist for the band.

Does Aether miss messing around on stage? Yes, absolutely. But it's all totally worth it so see how happy and excited his little brother is to perform.

You could say that tables have turned for them, because now it's Aether who is his brother's biggest fan. ♡

~

Taglist: @mybotanicaldemise @copias-fluffy-asscheeks (send an ask if you'd like to be added! read the pinned post before asking!)

Can we get some wonderful head-canons for all the papas and how they would support their s/o, assistants, ghouls, and siblings of sin during pride month? Sincerely a gay trans man who is very much a Papa simp💕

Hey, so I decided to just make a small list of general Ministry Pride headcanons - Jez

Pride in the Ministry headcanons

Pride is a very big thing in the Ministry.

I mean, have you seen he Papas? The Ghouls? Come on, there's no homophobia allowed.

Ghouls are absolutely allowed to bully anyone who is a homophobe. In extreme cases, they're allowed to attack.

Ministry was never really big on trafitional gender norms, anyway.

For example, you get to pick if you want to be called a Sister, a Brother or just a Sibling of Sin.

They are also very lenient on what you wear. You can be female aligned and wear male clothes. You can be male aligned and wear female cothes. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want, as long as you pick stuff from the general dress code, you're good.

The ministry actually has a fund for its trans community! They collect money throught the rest of the year and then, once you deal with the paperwork, you will entitled to ask for the Ministry to cover at least a part of your transision journey.

While they're not big on decor in the Ministry in general, Pride is one of the very few exceptions. The decoractions are subtle, but it's very clear.

Siblings of Sin can also get pride-themed rosaries and other accesories.

And the deisgns are either quirky and egdy or actually really incredibly gothic yet subtle.

The Ghouls like to wear little capes with their flags!

Terzo has a seperate set of Pride robes where the usual purple is replaced with the colors of the bisexual flag.

Secondo occasionally wears pride-themed ties or socks. Not underwear, though, he doesn't wear underwear.

He does get his nails painted for the occasion with Terzo, though.

Primo gets his nails painted, too. By Samael and Obyzouth.

He wears small rainbow pins.

The twins are allowed to dye some of their hair if they want. And paint their nails.

Mountain wears rainbow socks! All the ghouls do, but since Mountain rarely wears shoes, it's mostly visible on him.

Cumulus gives Proud Mom Hugs™ to anyone who needs them. Aurora copies her, wanting to do something nice, too.

Swiss and Aether pick that up, but instead of offering hugs, they run up to siblings, twirl them and run away.

They later get Phantom, Cirrus and Sunshine to join.

Rain chases after them and apologizes to everyone as he tries to stop them. Sodo chases after them to beat their asses.

Copia and Terzo spend a lot of time with the children in the Ministry, teaching them about tolerance and how love is love. <3

them ghouls! (x)

I just realized something! Since fumata means smoke and it is reported that there is a smoke maker on the billboard. The livestream is meant to show the moment the smoke appears, and after that, maybe we will finally see Papa V or a single will released!

He truly is the Morning Star himself😍

So one day @blackbird5154 and I decided to use the same reference for a young Terzo drawing, after she sent it to me to discuss it, and we agreed to post our drawings at the same time once we both finished, because that’s what people in the fandom are supposed to do: collaborate and support each other, instead of fighting over who’s right.

This is my version. Now go check and support hers! 🌹

To me, this is what Bishop Necropolitus Cracoviensis II used to draw when Cardinal Terzo was his muse in Kraków 👀

Reference image 👇🏻

I also did a papal corpse paint version. Check it out under the cut 👇🏻

He's so submissive here oh my God!

endless ghifs 33/? ⛧ source — "In God we trust!"

I can't even imagine how Papa III felt whenever he looked himself in the mirror. Did he know how much he looked like his father?

MAMA, I’M CHASING A GHOST. DO I LOOK LIKE HIM?

It was a rite of passage for clergy-goers to see Papa Nihil standing outside of the Hall Of The Fallen. Always clutching his hands together, but never entering. He never sees the scratch marks on the coffin of his youngest.

#fucketh you LMAO

Everyone, you’re probably familiar with Jonny Bush, a brilliant artist who is licensed by Ghost but he is just stupendous. This is the first in his latest series—a medieval Emeritus!!! He has a whole lore that goes with it, just click here to read on his Instagram Jonny Bush

Just…never mind how gorgeous this is, he even wrote lore to go along with it! He’s amazing. I hope he does a con here in the States someday.

How Altair deals with ghost

Altair: *in the living room reading* ...

From the table in the dinning room counter there was a small tin can just sitting there till a sudden force pushed it off the table.

Altair: hm? ... *sighs* Jacob frye- *gets up and walks over* if this is another one of your stupid jokes I-

No one was there.

Altair: ... *pick up the can and puts it back on the table* ... ok? *is about to walk back*

The can falls over again.

Altair: *quickly turns back around* hm!? ... *picks up the can again* ... what the hell? ... *puts it in the center of the table* ... stay. Now then- *turns around again to walk back* What!?

Once he turned around there was a stack of all the dinning room chairs in a pyramid formation in the middle of the living room.

Altair: . . . What the allaena is this? ... ok! Listen to... who ever the allaena is messing with me! I would kindly like to see you in person now! ...

No response.

Altair: ... ok then... hm... *smug grin* well I guess I'll just turn around and- *turns around* just walk on over to the kitchen- *turns swiftly back around* AH HA!

There is now a spirit standing before Altair.

Altair: . . . Oh wait, your an actual ghost? ... I thought you were Jacob or one of the others, who was doing all this.

Ghost: ...

Altair: well since your here, do you mind cleaning up the chairs-

The chairs are back where they use to be.

Altair: oh... you already put them back.

Ghost: ...

Altair: ok but listen, you still need to leave, I don't know if you know this all ready, but it isn't the day of the dead or Halloween yet so, why don't you go back to the grave you crawled yourself out of just to irritate me.

Ghost: ... *uses telekinetic powers to pull the can off the table and onto the ground*

Altair: and would you stop doing that! That isn't even scary! What kind of ghost-

Ghost: *is now holding a knife*

Altair: ... ok where did you even get that from?

Ghost: ...

Altair: that still doesn't scare me I hope you know that.

Ghost: *is now standing a bit closer to Altair still holding the knife*

Altair: look why are you even here? This isn't a Halloween store and it certainly isn't October yet, so leave.

Ghost: ...

Altair: fine you wanna stay? then go use you ghost powers to clean the kitchen or something.

Ghost: ... *pulls out a chair from the dinning room and moves it next to Altair*

Altair: .... your terrible at being a ghost, I hope you know that.

Ghost: *is now holding Altair's sword*

Altair: OK THAT'S IT! HEY! YOU KNOW THAT CLOSEST DEMON!?

Ghost: ?

Aaltair: You know one by the name of... JERRY!?

Ghost: . . . *has dropped Altair's sword*

Altair: oh that got your attention I see! Ya well he's my b@#$ now! Ya that demon takes orders from me now!

Ghost: *has moved farther away from Altair and close to the door*

Altair: where do you think your going?

Ghost: . . . *slowly reaches for the door handle*

Altair: *grabs a chancla and looks like he's ready to throw it* I WILL SEND YOU TO JESUS!

Ghost: . . .💧

Altair: ...

Ghost: . . . *tries to open the front door*

Altair: *Throws the chancla at the ghost*

Ghost: *Gets hit in the head with the chancla and falls unconscious to the ground*

Altair: ... Hey ghost guess what! Your now my b@#$ too! Don't f@#$ with me!

Desmond: *just witnessed the entire thing from the stairs* ... I thought you were an atheist?

Altair: Desmond at this point I stopped giving a sh*t, now help me clean up this mess. *walks over to the Kitchen*

Desmond: ... *looks down at the ghost* ... you shouldn't have f@#$ with him man.

Ghost: ...

This is why you don't mess with Altair... even if your dead.

Resurgam

A ghost with drip 👻

I’m trying to get more into digital art lately! Does anyone have a name for him? I think he’d haunt icy ruins or something

Second post in a day! Wooo 🥳 I'm going to try to stick to a schedule but since I literally got this app like an hour ago I'm sure it's fine. This is a sketch I finished like a minute ago, I just started rewatching/finishing supernatural and I think that influenced this. If anyone religious sees this and is offended by it I apologize :)