Rock Never Dies!

Understand my powers , stupid Reddit a-holes!!!!!

Oh god! He saw the post. Everyone hide! No joke!

The end is coming... ¡CORRAN POR SUS VIDAS!

He’s on the roof swinging Thor’s ax! Quick! We need nachos and “The Cutting Edge”!

Thor's axe? @thorfinnhatesdanes, how can Trevor have your axe? IT CAN'T LEAVE YOU!!

henrietta-woodstone

@tmoneylefkowitz69 I left you alone for a few hours

~H. Woodstone

Ok, Hetty. I’ll get off the roof. 🥺

@henrietta-woodstone Oh thank god for wife power. Please put a leash on him. @absent-sons and I got a child safety harness for Prissy since she’s a runner. Maybe see if they have one in adult man size.

@holydirtghost @absent-sons Why does your kid have a leash?

#ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #ghosts rp blog #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

We don’t want her running off on her own and falling into a hole. Honestly, though, I can keep up with her just fine without it. I grew up runnin’ around in the woods.

@holydirtghost @absent-sons

If you guys trade you rubber ducky for a cigar box and your paper clip collection for a soap dish can I be your Mr. Hooper?

LOL!

Am I Ernie or Burt?

Good question! I saw ‘cigar box’, and immediately got curious.

I’m just trying to figure out why Jean wants a cigar box and a soap dish.

…I might have read her post wrong.

Is it a reference to the show?

Do you want a cigar box?

You guys are uncultured, you were both alive when that movie came out. Dave even more so.

But we didn’t have kids , so we weren’t watching Sesame Street. You saw this as little kid.

You never got high and watched the Sesame Street Christmas Special? Sounds like a skill issue.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #ghosts cbs oc #cbs ghosts oc #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

Y’all, this came out in the late 70’s. I think I was like twelve or thirteen? I remember watchin’ it when it first aired, but mom didn’t like it for some reason, so she got mad and turned it off. But yes, I would actually love a box of good cigars. ❤️

@holydirtghost @absent-sons

If you guys trade you rubber ducky for a cigar box and your paper clip collection for a soap dish can I be your Mr. Hooper?

LOL!

Am I Ernie or Burt?

Good question! I saw ‘cigar box’, and immediately got curious.

I’m just trying to figure out why Jean wants a cigar box and a soap dish.

#cbs ghosts #cbs ghosts oc #ghosts ocs #ghosts rp group #ghosts cbs #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

…I might have read her post wrong.

@holydirtghost @absent-sons

If you guys trade you rubber ducky for a cigar box and your paper clip collection for a soap dish can I be your Mr. Hooper?

LOL!

Am I Ernie or Burt?

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts oc #ghosts ocs #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

Good question! I saw ‘cigar box’, and immediately got curious.

perryisthefiftiesplatypus

Hi?

So uhm, my friend from the hospital, Trevor, told me to make one of these blogs as he so calls it. So yeah…

How do I tag him?

Oh.

@tmoneylefkowitz69

Finally did it!

Alright well uhm… If anyone wants to send asks feel free to! Because according to Trevor that’s the fun part of it.

perryisthefiftiesplatypus

So glad you made one! It’s Trevor, by the way! Are you out? I’m still in the hospital and have to be here overnight at least since I was in ICU.

Turns out, this psycho I made out with once did some weird ritual to torture me.

No I’m not out yet, but I did have my friends sneak in my phone. Psycho? What did she do? Or he?

She. About two Christmases ago, I made-out with this random Puritan ghost named Misery. I was all depressed because Hetty & I had gotten together the Christmas before and had since broken-up, so I was like “whatever” and made-out with her because I wasn’t thinking straight. Anyway, she didn’t really get the fact that it was a mistake, maybe because I tried to let her down lightly, so I had to just come clean with her and explain the situation to her about how I was just heartbroken over Hetty. She didn’t take it well and brought up some other weird Puritans she called “The Others”.

Anyway, I thought this was all water under the bridge. Haven’t dealt with her in, like, two years. Hetty and I were supposed to be married this past weekend, but that’s when I suddenly felt myself being torn apart literally like in a weird ritual. And then the trailer for the episode that showed last night dropped making it look like I was hooking-up with my friend, Patience, who I guess is Misery’s sister or something. As the show aired last night, I suddenly felt that dismemberment thing again, but ten times worse, which is how I landed in ICU. I could see visions of the episode while going through that, like those visions were planted there, and it was pretty much the same exact thing that happened with Misery.

Long story short, this psycho pretty much tortured me to prevent my and Hetty’s wedding.

Oh ew! Misery is disgusting! @absent-sons @patiencethepuritan , are you reading this?

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts rp #ghosts cbs oc #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk #I haven’t posted here in a hot minute but hi what the FUCK

Yeah, that’s beyond screwed up! Also, Trevor, you’re in the fuckin’ ICU?!

The worst thing is being a ghost and getting a stomach virus after twenty-five years of not having to worry about anything like that.

You guys leave for one. Day.

Jeez Sam, what the hell is going on at Woodstone?

Things in the Underworld, I think. As far as I remember, the ghosts are basically human in there

Yikes. That sounds horrific.

We’re all better now, thankfully, and back at Woodstone. Though, Hetty’s having some pregnancy pains.

Double yikes, I hope Hetty gets better but I think that’s a sign for me and @devotedboyfriendofbelaarondekar to never have kids.

Awww, don’t let that dissuade you! You gotta meet our son, Adam. He’s proof of how it’s all worth it. Being a dad is the greatest!

Yeah, and being an uncle ain’t half bad, either! Aside from the whole stomach bug thing.

Dave and I can’t get over how you’re LITERALLY Uncle Jesse 😂

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

We still need to do that Full House marathon, y’know.

The worst thing is being a ghost and getting a stomach virus after twenty-five years of not having to worry about anything like that.

You guys leave for one. Day.

Jeez Sam, what the hell is going on at Woodstone?

Things in the Underworld, I think. As far as I remember, the ghosts are basically human in there

Yikes. That sounds horrific.

We’re all better now, thankfully, and back at Woodstone. Though, Hetty’s having some pregnancy pains.

Double yikes, I hope Hetty gets better but I think that’s a sign for me and @devotedboyfriendofbelaarondekar to never have kids.

Awww, don’t let that dissuade you! You gotta meet our son, Adam. He’s proof of how it’s all worth it. Being a dad is the greatest!

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

Yeah, and being an uncle ain’t half bad, either! Aside from the whole stomach bug thing.

Hey Apollo!

You like your cows? I never ended up asking you

@high-times-high-crimes

You mean the 69 living cows all named Tallula (I don’t remember how to spell that name off the top of my head, sorry) that you somehow managed to cram into the ballroom? Yeah, they’re pretty cute. I feel bad for ‘em, though. And for Sam and Jay. The mess they’re making is gonna be hard to clean up. Axel’s at least trying to help out. Apparently, he inherited his uncle’s cattle ranch out in Tennessee, so he knows how to deal with this stuff. He’s been systematically leading them out to the pasture out back for hours, which I would have tried to do…y’know…if they could see me. I think he’s got like half of them out there, now.

#🎸 sad but true 🎸 v; main #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk #ghosts oc roleplay #ghosts rp group #this is purely a result of discord shenanigans 🤣

The ones you have come to call mother and father do not tell you the whole truth. I haunt you narrative, little brother.

( @owleyedmaiden )

Oh come on! Can I have just ONE normal day?!

My dear friend Trevor, do you know where you live at?

I’m gonna go to the bathroom and flush my phone down the toilet.

Well that’s one way to react. How many ghost siblings do we have…?

If this one’s legit, then 4 of us?

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #ghosts rp #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

…I used to be an only child. This is weird. In a good way. But also really jarring. @owleyedmaiden what do you mean, ‘Haunting his narrative’?

The ones you have come to call mother and father do not tell you the whole truth. I haunt you narrative, little brother.

( @owleyedmaiden )

Oh come on! Can I have just ONE normal day?!

My dear friend Trevor, do you know where you live at?

I’m gonna go to the bathroom and flush my phone down the toilet.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #ghosts rp #ghosts rp group #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk

Well that’s one way to react. How many ghost siblings do we have…?

stillkickinaround

Why must the unsolved murder documentary be so fascinating…

stillkickinaround

So all these ppl died in like the early 50s or so under similar circumstances and they are just now going “hey, maybe they’re linked!” Police are fucking useless damn

#🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk #🎸 sad but true 🎸 v; main

I mean, that’s a pretty common occurrence. They didn’t have the science or technology back then that we did in the 80’s, let alone what we have now. Besides that, from what I’ve heard, a lot of cops were also corrupt as fuck back then. Taking bribes from mobsters and whatnot.

catchameme

Whisper something in my muse's ear and see how they react!

NOTE: the setting is someplace public! It can be during an important meeting/moment, etc. Feel free to specify, or else receiver will choose when answering!

crash-the-greaser

“Satire is tragedy plus time.”

Rp Blog for Crash from Ghosts CBS | Penned by Jay (she/they/he, 30+) | follows back from @foxytonic | read rules and about before interacting | heavily headcanon based

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#🎼 out of tunes 🎼 ooc talk #hey I’m writing Crash now too!

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Zach arrives investigating a long-unsolved mystery (perhaps the shooting that killed Jesse) and discovers the band’s haunted legacy.

"Excuse me, have you seen-"

@runyou-clever-boy

It honestly took a moment for Jesse to realize that the living man had even seen him, let alone addressed him directly. He’d expected to hear Sam or Jay respond; when they didn’t, he’d looked around, startled to find no one else with a pulse besides this new guest. The spectral guitarist recovered quickly, however, bracing himself on a nearby statue. Smoke from his cigarette billowed out of his mouth and nostrils as he finished a long drag, trying to regain some semblance of a calm, cool demeanor. “Seen what?” he asked, urging the man to continue. Livings who could see ghosts were exceedingly rare, and he was eager to see where this conversation was gonna go. “I’ve seen a lotta things,” he added with a cheeky smirk, “so you’re gonna have to be a little more specific.”

Zach froze. The voice, the way the smoke curled around the man’s face in the lamplight—it all hit him wrong. Too solid, too vivid, too alive. He blinked once, twice, grounding himself with a discreet rub of the temple where his sigil charm was hidden beneath his hairline. A flicker, maybe? A Wiccan glitch—his field wards sometimes shorted in older houses, especially ones that hadn’t seen life in decades. That had to be it. Couldn’t be anything else.

“Ghost stories?” he repeated with a thin, skeptical smile, flipping open his notebook as if that small act could tether him to the real world. “Not my department. I’m just looking for Axel Gilmore. Old reports, missing person. There’s a lead he might’ve come through here before the trail went cold.”

He forced his tone into neutrality, that careful balance between disarming and detached that he’d perfected in interviews with half-mad warlocks and cult survivors. “If you’ve got anything worth quoting, I’ll take it. Otherwise—” His pen hesitated midair, the tiniest crack in composure.

Something about the way Jesse was watching him felt wrong. Not threatening, but familiar. Too familiar. Like a memory he shouldn’t have.

“—otherwise, I’ll be out of your hair,” Zach finished, glancing once more toward the faint glow of the house beyond. Just another glitch, he told himself again, though the words didn’t feel steady this time.

#🎸 sad but true 🎸 v; main #runyou clever boy #death mention tw #shooting tw #blood tw

‘Missing persons case.’ The phrase crashed over him like a tidal wave, bringing with it the worry that he’d always carried for his friend in life, and a conclusion that didn’t make sense. “Axel’s missin’? The fuck? I thought he was still with the band!” Jesse was well aware of the fame that Absent Sons had garnered after his death. Jay had a collection of their albums, and Sam had shown them to him not too long after he’d made his way out of the dirt. He’d been a roiling mix of proud, jealous, bitter, and happy, and had a hard time processing all of it, but Axel was there on every track, every inner cover photo. Growing. Aging. Surely, if the singer had gone missing, someone would’ve told him about it. But then he realized that Zach had also mentioned that this was a cold case. Not recent. “Or is your missin’ person Jesse Strange?” Saying his own name felt odd. Like he was talking about someone who existed in some far away time and place.

“I was there that day,” he blurted, forcing himself to calm down. “When their guitarist got…” Jesse almost choked on the word, “killed. I saw who did it. Crazy old man we didn’t know. Came barrelin’ into rehearsal, lookin’ to make Axel pay for sleepin’ with his old lady, which Axel didn’t do. I…Jesse stepped in to try and deescalate things, but Axel was angry at being accused, and kept tauntin’ the guy. We didn’t see the gun until it was too late…” His voice strained as he recounted what he could remember in a flood of words, blue eyes beginning to water. He didn’t have the wherewithal to wonder now if the stranger would realize that he looked like a twenty-year-old, not a sixty-year-old. “But I…Jesse shouldn’t be missin’…they called the cops…I saw ‘em zip up my body…” He was spiraling now, lost in the memories of his death and the aftermath of it that he’d tried so hard not to think about.

Just then, the front door opened. Jesse barely registered the sound until he heard a familiar voice growing closer and light footsteps striding across the driveway. “Oh, hello! Can I help you?” Sam asked, her usual chipper tone being enough to ground Jesse despite the fact that she was addressing the stranger. Ignoring the ghost to keep from looking like she was talking to thin air. He was used to the routine by now.

“Sam,” he called out quietly, “he can see me. I’ve been talkin’ to him for a good while, but I’m not sure he knows that I’m a dead man walkin’ yet. Hey, Gumshoe, remember what I said about ghost stories?”

“Oh dear,” Sam remarked, looking between the two of them with worry evident in her eyes. “Why don’t both of you come inside?”

stillkickinaround

WAIT I FUCKING DIED BEFORE THEY DROPPED THAT PHAN IS REAL. WHAT THE FUCK. CRUEL AND UNUSUAL!!!!!

MY BESTIE IS SUPPOSED TO OWE ME 20 BUCKS

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #ghosts oc roleplay #🎸 sad but true 🎸 v; main #stillkickinaround #🎸 i’m pullin’ the strings 🎸 ic talk #*confused old man noises*

What the fuck is phan, and why is it only worth $20 if it’s real and you’re yelling about it? I thought the American dollar would be worth a lot less by now…

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Zach arrives investigating a long-unsolved mystery (perhaps the shooting that killed Jesse) and discovers the band’s haunted legacy.

"Excuse me, have you seen-"

@runyou-clever-boy

Zach stopped dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing. He could swear someone was leaning against the statue, smoke curling around a grin that felt… wrong. No one’s supposed to be here, he told himself, blinking rapidly. Probably just a trick of the light. Perhaps an uncanny valley moment. Or some kind of Wiccan glitch in his perception—he’d read about things like this, people seeing things that weren’t really there. Yeah. That had to be it.

Still, his pulse jumped despite his reasoning. He didn’t want to linger on it, didn’t want to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, he was seeing someone—someone impossible. He shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Okay, Zach. Keep it together. Focus.”

He straightened, brushing an invisible speck off his jacket, and spoke cautiously, keeping his voice casual. “I’m… looking for Axel Gilmore,” he said, carefully vague. “He’s—part of the band that used to play here. I need to ask him a few questions. Just… general stuff.”

His eyes flicked again toward the figure, but he forced himself not to linger. “You… haven’t seen him around, have you?” The words were almost casual, but there was an edge there, a quiet urgency Zach couldn’t hide. He didn’t want to draw attention to the figure, didn’t want to risk thinking too hard about what he was seeing.

He ran a hand through his hair, keeping his gaze low, careful not to stare, careful not to admit he even noticed this impossible presence at all. “Look, I’m just—doing some… reporting. Need to track him down. Any idea where I might find him?”

Even as he spoke, a small part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching. But he ignored it, chalking it up to overactive imagination, Wiccan interference, or whatever else made sense. Axel came first. Everything else… could wait.

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Every ounce of humor drained from Jesse’s face when he heard that name. Axel Gilmore. His former best friend, bandmate, and…partner in many things. It felt odd to hear someone else say it after so long. Beyond odd. Disconcerting. Painful. He had to fight once more to regain his composure, and this time it wasn’t nearly as solid.

“Nah, I ain’t seen him,” he finally answered, hand keeping a vice-like grip on the statue’s shoulder in an effort to ground himself. “Not in…oh, ‘bout forty years. Why? What do ya want with him?” Reporting? What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why did this guy think he’d find something on Axel at Woodstone, of all places? Unless… “Wait, is this about that shootin’?” he asked, voice dropping in suspicion. “You lookin’ to do a story on a case that old? Really? Don’t tell me it’s still open…” It couldn’t be. Could it? He hadn’t exactly stayed out in the open to watch the cops investigate the crime scene, but his friends were witnesses. Surely, they’d given statements. Described the old man well enough to get him caught. Right?

Z blinked at the sudden shift in tone. The teasing, the smug air—it all drained out of the man like color from a dying light. For a second, Zach almost apologized, almost admitted that he wasn’t even sure he was talking to a real person. But the name—Axel Gilmore—had landed like a bomb, and the reaction was too human, too specific, to be a coincidence.

He hesitated, then cleared his throat, keeping his tone neutral. “It’s just… follow-up work,” he said vaguely, though his voice was careful, measured. “Old files, cold stories, people who slipped through the cracks. Sometimes there’s more to find, that’s all.”

The cigarette smoke coiled lazily in the air between them, thick and slow, and Zach found himself watching the way it clung to the stranger’s silhouette. He wasn’t sure why that made his chest feel tight.

“Look, I don’t want to cause trouble,” he added, softer this time, though he still couldn’t quite meet the man’s eyes. “I’m just trying to piece together a few details. Axel Gilmore’s name came up… more than once.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding the question about the shooting entirely. “You said you haven’t seen him in forty years? Guess that explains why I can't track him down proper.” His attempt at levity landed flat, the silence swallowing it whole.

Something about the way the man’s fingers dug into the statue’s shoulder unsettled him. Zach took a small step back, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t feeling a temperature drop—that it was just nerves, the pressure of a decades-old mystery pressing in.

“Look, if you—if you do see him, or hear something,” he said, tone firm but wary, “tell him someone’s still looking for answers. That’s all.”

He paused, eyes flicking to the cigarette again. The ember burned a deep orange, but the ash never seemed to fall.

Zach forced a shaky smile. “Anyway. Sorry to bother you. Didn’t mean to… interrupt.”

He turned slightly, not sure if he wanted the man to stop him—or if he’d bolt if he actually did.