YOU GOT THIS BITCH ✨✨✨

I SEE THOSE TOP SURGERY SCARS!!! LITERALLY HEART EYES RN WHAT A KING. THE TATTOOS TOO UUGGGHH

Cormac is just my little guy idk what else to tell you

Love love LOVE this

raise crows and they'll gouge your eyes out

The killing of Palestinians is still going, boycotting is still going

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"Love has memorized his schedule and deduced that Ghost is too autistic to heavily deviate from it."

FUCKING MOOD MAN

GHOST IS ME FRFR

old man is an attitude and he has it i love this little series

Ghost maintains he is "too old for this" about nearly everything. It's a frequent refrain in class when he has to figure out some new tech or interpret any slang. Love on the other hand seems bursting with youth, she's on top of all the latest trends, she's bubbly and cheerful, she's Ghost's opposite in a lot of ways. It's shocking to see her trailing after Ghost and asking philosophy questions, "so when Kant said..." or "do you think if Neichze knew how people would interpret his work..." just chattering away while Ghost gives one word answers and makes a sharp turn into a men's room to escape her. She waits outside the bathroom for a few minutes, chatting with a student while she waits, wonders aloud when Ghost will be done only to be told that he left a few minutes ago. (She is shocked and offended)

Ghost cannot be around that woman when she's talking about his interests. She's too genuine with it, too interested, it's worse than her flirting. They're a sight walking around, Ghost the quintessential professor with his jumper and reading glasses, Love in her pink coat and heels, scrolling her phone to read the notes she took on the book Ghost lent her. Ghost doesn't know how anyone gets any work done around her in that skirt, he doesn't get any work done and he's just thinking about it. Somehow she keeps finding him, no one finds him if he doesn't want them to, but somehow, somehow, Love keeps bumping into him.

He's been musing a lot on the philosophy of fate recently. Love has memorized his schedule and deduced that Ghost is too autistic to heavily deviate from it. They are both hopelessly in love.

(ง •̀ω•́)ง✧ Don't mind me just reblogging this for reference

Heyyyyyy

Did a little sketchy sketch of our favorite girl :]

Are there any other tattoos you can clue me in on besides the womb and the back tattoos? (Yes, I'm drawing the back tattoos as well because you've infected me with massive brainrot). I was reading that one Gaz fic you made a while ago (the spicy one) and I haven't read it in a hot moment, but I think it alluded to more tattoos? I'd like to include those as well :]

Oh by the way I heard you've been pretty busy lately so I'm manifesting all the good vibes to be sent your way ✨️✨️

Stay strong pookie <333

SHHAHAHAAAAAHSH2J187EHAFBSJWKEK

What the HELL-- moth blessing all of us with amazing art once again. LIKE THE HIP DIPS??? YES MA'AM???? OMG IM FROTHING RN I WANNA EAT THIS SKETCH

It's so perfect- it's so damn perfect what the hell. ARE YOU POPULAR YET??? IF NOT, THEN WHY????? TF-- ANYWAY

I fucking adore this moth!!!! Thank you thank you thank YEEWWWWWW AAAHAHEHAH IM FREAKING OUT

And with the other tattoos-- she has one on her back (I think you already know about that one) and she has a right forearm one, a collarbone one, one on her left thigh, and both her ankles! (It can be whatever honestly- but the back one has already been established!) THATS PRETTY MUCH IT

Thank you so much for the support and patience ❤️ I'm still on vacation, and it has been absolutely wonderful and relaxing! Hopefully I'll get the energy to write again. But I have officially moved as well!! So now that's taken care of, I will also have time to do more art as well!

Thank you moth once again!!! Please keep doing art (in general, your art style is so amazing) and take care!

Bro but actually tho Lowkey reminds me of the conversations with my bf where he likes boils himself alive in the bath like a lobster. We've now dubbed him Sir. Snipps. He's just doom scrolling on his phone and I'm banging on the door like BABES PLEASE-

I’m an absolute rat bastard at hotels, by which I mean that if I get my own room I’ll turn on the shower as hot as it’ll go and just vibe in there. Like yeah I’ll clean up and wash my hair but after that? Straight vibes, just hanging out, doom scrolling…playingmermaids…. Not my water bill not my problem.

Now imagine ghost does the same thing. Gets to a hotel and just hogs the bathroom for fucking hours and finally Soaps like Lt what the actual FUCK are you doing in there. And like, he’d almost understand it more if Ghost was getting nasty in there yknow? But no, mans just looking at shitty memes and soaps like you didn’t inVITE ME????? It becomes a tradition after that. Hotel, clean up, turn shower into a sauna, profit.

Ya'll know who you are <3

That last sentence is fucking delicious. Absolutely scrumptious. On my way to grab the adoption papers.

To be honest, I would want to be Price and Witch’s kid instead of fuck them idk why. I have mommy and daddy issues I guess lol.

Yeah I can do that, Witch adopts a lot of people and Price... also adopts strays.

"Do you want some tea darling?" The Witch asks, crouching to be on your level, "or maybe some hot chocolate? Could perk you right up."

You think for a moment before nodding your head. You're not supposed to talk to strangers, but you've seen this witch in the neighborhood and there's something comforting about her. Her concern seems genuine as she fusses with the copper pots in her kitchen. And you really can't complain about the rich dark liquid she pours neatly into a mug for you. It certainly looks, and smells, like a melted chocolate bar. Far flung from the powdered stuff you expected.

She frowns at you for a moment, plucking at the space around you with purposeful fingers. You sip your drink, and try not to watch her too closely. She may feel warm, but her movements are alien to you, and strike at your stomach with a strange primal fear. You think it's fear, you don't quite have the word for this feeling. You're sure it will come to you.

The chocolate coats your tongue, thick and viscous, you think you can taste cinnamon under the cocoa. The Witch taps her finger against her cheek, watching you, she seems ill at ease. Obviously concerned over the strange child that's made themselves comfortable in her home. She seems to come to some conclusion, holding her hand over her mouth as she whispers something. It's inaudible and yet it fills the room, dissonant whispers echoing off the walls and collecting in a swirl of smoke.

A man steps out with a roll of his shoulders, and almost as quickly as he lays eyes on you, he's looking back at the witch.

"Where'd you get the changeling?" He asks with a raise of his brow. The Witch lets out a breath.

"Oh good, knew they felt fae," She goes to the kitchen while the man takes a seat next to you, "they just showed up, I assume they're one of the neighbor's kids."

"Is that right?" The man smiles at you, it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, you smile back with all your teeth. He seems to like that, poking his fingers against your sides to make you giggle. "Where's your mum, hm? Can't have wandered too far off."

You shrug and the fae man nods. You like when adults don't make you talk, sometimes talking is too much. The witch taps her fingers together, thinking, while the man lets smoke swirl off his fingers. It makes little shapes and animals in the air, elephants and lions dancing around your head, butterflies flying over to distract the witch. You hold your hand out for one, and watch a lion burst into a flock of penguins to waddle across your palm.

"I can run a trace, I suppose," The Witch sighs walking closer, she crouches to be at eye level with you, "Can I have a pinch of your hair darling? I promise it won't hurt a bit."

You don't know if you want to give a witch your hair. It seems dangerous, that's how witches take control of people. You look at the man for help, surely he knows how witches work and won't let this one puppet you around. He chuckles, leaning his elbow against the table to rest his head against his fist. He nods at you.

"Go on then, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything nasty." He assures you. You look back at the Witch, who's glaring at your new friend.

"Don't make me sound so wicked," She scolds him.

"Don't need my help for that sweetheart," There's something warm in his voice, something that makes the whole house light up with warmth as the Witch bites down a smile.

She's very careful with you, pressing her fingers against your scalp as she twists hair around her fingers, plucking a few stray strands before pulling away again. She's right, it doesn't hurt. You rub your head, and she turns it back towards your mug of liquid chocolate. You think that's payment enough.

You don't watch what she does with your hair, but you feel the shiver of it. It's like a little zap of electricity, a stray shock from rubbing your socks against carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the feeling, it's not unbearable, but it's unpleasant. You consider peaking at what the Witch is doing, but you catch sight of your new fae friend first, and watching him watch her is much more interesting.

His eyes spark, and you mean that literally. There's a fire behind them that traces its way around his iris each time he blinks. A spark of gold against ice blue. A shooting star in a snowstorm. His eyes smile, and even though his fingers stop you from seeing his lips you assume they're smiling at well. You glance at the witch and see her hold up a vial of black powder to the light, her eyes studying it as she tips it one way then the other. It's not anything interesting, you don't see what's worth staring at.

"Can you make a bear?" You ask the man, he hums questioningly before looking at you. "They're my favorite," You explain.

"Can I make a bear?" He scoffs, swirling his fingers to collect the smoke. The wisps of it draw together and burst with a spark into the silhouette of a brown bear. It plods along the table top before sitting down to look around. It's a good bear.

"I know a good story about a bear," You tell him. He raises a brow, and doesn't stop you as you chatter away telling your favorite fairy tale. In fact his smoke seems to act out the scenes for you, stopping and restarting as you try to remember details. By the time you finish there's no more sound coming from the witch's work, and you're starting to notice the "lovely princess" and "handsome prince" smoke figures look a lot like your hosts.

"I called their mum," The witch tells the man, setting a cup of tea in front of him. "She should be here soon." The fae man snaps his fingers and the smoke disperses.

"One of the neighbors?" He asks, and she hums in confirmation. He tugs at her hand, pulls her down to perch on his lap with a quiet word.

"Are you alright to go home dear?" She asks you, and you think she means it. Sometimes people ask you things but they don't really want an answer, they just want to ask. You nod after a moment's thought. She looks relieved. "If you ever get lost again, you can call me,-" she hands you a little black card with gold lettering, it looks very official, "-I'll get you back home."

You turn the card over. There's no name on it just a phone number, an address, and one word, "Witch." You're studying one of the gold stars on the corner of it when there's a knock at the door. The Witch stands to answer it, and the fae man's touch lingers on her hip before she moves away. He gives you a wink as she pulls the door open, as if his affections are a conspiracy between the two of you. You hop off your chair and he catches your arm.

"Price," He tells you quietly, it feels like an important word so you nod solemnly. He smiles, "Go on back to your mum, and don't go spreading my name around."

You hold onto your mother's hand as you wave good-bye. She thanks the Witch profusely, though she waves all of them off. You watch the gold slip off of her like water, humans are so funny like that. They never hold onto heavy ties, kind only for the sake of kindness.

"Do you know how worried I was?" Your mother scolds you, "You're lucky someone dangerous didn't find you."

YASSSSSSSS

I know what they'd all be, but y'all can decide which man to punish. Happy Halloween.

A thread yall wanna read.

Bless this person for shedding light to their father, and bless the father for changing his way, as many people tend to still deny even given the evidences. May their relationship be mended, amen.