GHASTLY !

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖳'𝖲 𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖢𝖱𝖠𝖹𝖸, 𝖲𝖢𝖠𝖱𝖸, 𝖲𝖯𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖸, 𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖠𝖱𝖨𝖮𝖴𝖲!

[ghastlyness]

mutli-muse written by chrissie. featuring original muses from my crazy little brain.

[ ¹ ] CARRD. [ ² ] PROMPTS. [ ³ ] ASK.

[ghastlyness]

i really wanna come back. but i barely have the energy to get through the day anymore let alone have hobbies. lmao.

[mondodisco]

Sometimes babygirl is a 40 yo traumatised cishet man with anger management issues who poses as a retail worker but is really a NSA agent former choir boy who kills people and likes cars, guns and bonsais

[ghastlyness]

would u guys still love me if i came back

[ghastlyness]

i also have ideas for a solo oc so if i came back it would be for her and her alone <3

[ghastlyness]

would u guys still love me if i came back

[unpossession]

Willow tries to shut the window before he can see her. Alas. It's too late, she's been spotted, and he's already shouting up at her -- drawing all kinds of attention to the library. Doesn't he know how unsafe that is? He's blowing up her spot!

She makes a motion for him to zip up his mouth, glancing around with caution. When she thinks that the coast is clear, she points down to the door a few floors below her. The window shuts, she hurries down to meet him there and usher him inside.

"--You can't shout like that here. Or shoot your gun. You're going to bring them all here; I just got this place cleared out --- not to mention the raiders. What are you thinking? Are you new in town? You're the first person I've seen in like a month."

[ghastlyness]

Ben grumbles, vehemently and obviously as she ushers him inside. He's left a perfectly good can of beans outside --- to which he looks forlorn at as the doors close behind him. Almost completely ignoring her until she mentions raiders. "Fuck them." Is that really all he as to offer, a passing hiss as the word comes up in conversation? Ben chews over her questions, long enough to make a feast out of it, and when he finally spits them back out --- "Well, honestly. I was thinkin' --- oh, holy shit, this bitch is gonna eat my foot, fuuuuuck that! ---" the dramatics come partnered with all the crazy hand movements --- "and uh, yeah? I guess? Where the fuck are we?"

[unpossession]

It's complicated. Willow's situation is made simple by the lack of emotions. She is thankful for this ignorance as she looks at him now. She feels no sympathy or pity or shared terror at what is to come. Willow stares at him, expression blank, and shakes her head. What will become of them? Nothing.

"We can be friends." Willow offers bleakly. "I don't want anything else from you."

No comfort, no gentle touches, no fucking. Nothing. The more she thinks rationally about what it is they are doing here the more repulsed she becomes by the sounds of his sobs. She cannot feel. She has no heart for herself, let alone him.

"I don't have anything to comfort you with. I'm sorry."

[ghastlyness]

She's so cold about it. He's met with nothing but concrete as he tries to look into her eyes. Dante lets out a massive groan as he grips on her upper arms. As if he is letting go of everything they cannot process --- or perhaps it is merely the mushrooms swimming around in his bloodstream that makes him think so. His hands depart from her skin, and he sits back into the coach they are seated on. It is only them, in his excessively ornate apartment. The couch is not comfortable, deep sage green and cardboard harsh, clearly forgoing comfort for style. Floor to ceiling windows surround them, a clear view to the New York skyline around them. Dante sighs, throwing his hands into his hair. A moment of disgusting self-pity, before he looks at her. "Do you wanna get fucked up?"

[ghastlyness]

character you want to write but never made a blog for

omg.... i mean i have had a blog for them before .... and they are TECHNICALLY a muse here on request only.... but nero germanicus..... he would not get past the PC radar of the tumblr climate today, but if i was gonna have a solo blog for anyone without consequence, it would be that crazy wanna be child emperor mass murder diva <3

[ghastlyness]

☎️

like ever ever??? bc the first character ever would probably be one of my neopets characters back in the day (neopets users represent), but on tumblr the first character was violet harmon <3 love u girlie u didn't deserve what they did to you <3

[ohfiendangelical]

          “I don’t know, I’m not Willow’s keeper,”          Zero snaps, folding his arms over his chest. It’s a bit of a sore subject; he really doesn’t know where she is. Away somewhere, recovering from her time in Hell.          “Shouldn’t you be asking about Emma? You really broke her heart, you know.” 

And mine. He won’t say that, though. He won’t talk about the worry or the fear or the horrible ache of loss he felt at another one gone, lost without a trace, without a word. It’s easier to be angry.

          “I’ll ask again. Where have you been?”

[ghastlyness]

He dares bring up Emma. As if that name isn't a sore topic among their tongues. As if he hasn't seen the magazines that boldly claim Zero and Emma as lovers, splashed across the front page. There have been many hearts broken --- Emma's, Zero's ... Benjamin's...... He grunts at the questioning, hands clasping into fists at his side. Ben challenges himself to look at Zero now. Soft blonde hair, porcelain skin, doughy, pouty, lips. A groan rattles in the depths of his chest. "Why? Fuckin' missed me, homo?"

[mcflymemes]

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY * send me a symbol and i'll tell you...

❤️ my first roleplay memory

🍪 my favorite roleplay memory

🌵 my worst roleplay memory

🎁 what platform i started roleplaying on

☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed

🚕 my most embarrassing roleplay moment

🎭 a blog i miss writing with

🏆 how long i've been roleplaying for

🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write

🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for

🔥 my hot take about the roleplaying community

⭐️ my roleplay pet peeves

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

🍄 my favorite original character blog

🐠 why i love (or hate) this hobby

🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year

🦁 my favorite ships

🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay

🛳 my opinions on DNI lists

⛱ my opinions on anon hate

🏛 my opinions on softblocking

🖨 my opinions on callouts

🔑 my favorite type of threads

📫 my favorite type of ships

🖼 my favorite types of characters

📒 three blogs i couldn't live without

🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

[unpossession]

oh so 13 years of friendship means nothing to you. @ghastlyness

[unpossession]

AGAIN?

[ghastlyness]

I AM GONNA END IT ALL

[ghastlyness]

this is arlo when's dj'ing FR FR

[unpossession]

@ghastlyness said: ❛  do you want me to stop?  ❜

Willow's feelings are so far removed from her since she returned from Hell, that what she wants and what she doesn't want are entirely indiscernible and her stomach churns uncomfortably as she tries to decide which way it is.

Their mouths are locked, the taste of wine is faint and all the sensation she can glean from this experience. Her hunger is muted, the feelings of their lips sliding against each other's are rubbery and far away. All that exists is in her internal world of logic and reason, the bodily reaction she has to him is one of disgust and fear --

Which is hard to pick apart from arousal.

She tests the waters again, shaking her head, shutting her eyes. Tongue to tongue, her hands shake and grip his shirt tightly, making sure that if he moves, it will be to her bidding. His hands are somewhere below, beneath her clothes, teasing parts of her he knows too well.

Her stomach lurches. She hesitates, then eventually caves.

"I don't want to - do this." And here, she is allowed to say no. "I feel sick."

[ghastlyness]

Nothing feels real. Nothing is real. Is anything real? His blood hasn't been freed of alcohol since he managed to break his way back to the surface. The surface? Reality? None of the words feel right. Looking at her, though, it had felt right. It had felt like he was trapped back in that place, and he wonders how long until its open wounds turn to scars upon his soul. So, he falls back into patterns, logical movements that have been programmed into him. Goes through all the motions, but when she finally pulls away, he realises that there's warmth on his cheeks. Tears. He's crying. "Oh, Willow," he bemoans, his voice mottled with alcohol and misery. How long will it be until his body feels like it belong solely to him once more? Dante's head bows, hands relinquished pathetically to his lap. Whiskey-tongued, he plays an melodramatic version of himself. "What will become of us?"

[unpossession]

She's seen @ghastlyness circle this area a few times now, from her perch in the library. The mirror-tint windows afford her the luxury of people-watching without the risk of attracting attention - she's seen too many familiar faces wander by aimlessly with bloody mouths and bloody hands. Too many armed men and women holler and howl as they curb-stomp one body after another, watching what's left of their brains spill out and dry in the sun.

Salem used to throw junk at people he didn't like. Willow's glad she buried him before some fucker could be cruel to his wandering corpse like that.

Ben, though, looks lost -- hungry. Not particularly aggressive, but that might just be because he hasn't found a target. He takes a seat on a nearby bench and rummages through his backpack for something, Willow waits to see, but then --

"Watch out!" She shouts, window swinging open. "Your foot!"

A crawler is about a centimetre away from chomping down on his ankle.

[ghastlyness]

Hunger was always a tethered companion -- even in the before times, he had been grubby faced and wandering the streets, the only difference now is that the haggard faces want to eat him rather than steal his shoes from his feet while he's sleeping. It might be why he has lasted so long on his own. Even when he did find people, he found himself growing bored of them so much quicker than one might imagine in the post-apocalypse. How can people still be so vapid when the world has crumbled around them? Which is why he's alone, here, sitting on this bench and poking through what minute possessions he has trying to find the can of beans he had scourged up from his last supermarket haul. Completely oblivious until --- !!! "Oy, ya fucker!" Ben scrambles up atop the bench, his beloved can of beans cluttering and rolling away from him as he narrowly misses being dinner for something else. A swift motion of pulling the handgun out from the back of his jeans and painting zombie brains across the pavement, catching his breath from the surprise of it all. Hair flops into his face as he scans the area, looking for his saviour. Doesn't expect her to be tucked away as high up as she is. His hand comes up to block the sun from his eyes. "What are you doin' all the way up there?"

[chrrispine]

@pscentral event 02: comedy

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[sweetfridays]

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