[ghostive]

the ghost in our house filled the bathtub with water the other day and every time i think about it i crack up laughing bc i can’t stop thinking about how it’s is just actually nat

[ghostive]

catch me still HATING this*

       SHE WASN’T ANGRY           when she first found out.     maybe betrayed.     confused definitely.     she’s still confused.     feathers ruffled to near ruin.     he killed her.     he never told her.     and she remembers it so clearly     :     the feel of the blade , sharp , they’d just been bought , slicing so easily through her skin.     he didn’t even look at her as he did it.     the leather bracelet slipping from fingertips as her hands gripped her throat ,shocked.     she doesn’t remember if she did it more out of shock or a desperate attempt to stop the blood that poured from the open wound that would surely be her demise.     the scorpion pricked the bird with his stinger !     she was hurt.     more than anything.     more than angry at being lied to , more than confused , more than the toxin of poison tipped thorn !  in her thumb could ever sting.

       ❛   NAT                       WYATT                 NAT                           ❜               voice cracks on last vowel , bird’s song broken.     holds every turbulence of her chest in just his name , in her voice.     croaked as the frog might have once.     eyes are red , stinging.     tears shed for hours all ready , she’s not sure any more can fall as phantom heart wishes.               ❛   what did i                       what did i do ?     i must have done something wrong , to make you hate me                             please.     tell me what i did.     things were so …     fine.     i think.      from what i remember.     but i                             i did something.     i don’t know.     or i don’t remember.     what did i do wrong ?     i’m sorry.   ❜

                fragile was the creature who built his home upon a fallacy. foundation never sturdy from faux screws and broken hinges. every board glued together with MISSING pieces. he constructed their “lives” both carefully and carelessly. the impulse of it all left shoddy patchwork that couldn’t hold. not forever. not in the way he wanted it to. even his own mind faltered frequently between the lies he crafted. he should have known it was only a matter of time before it crumbled. was it WISHFUL thinking ? delusion ? had he really convinced himself so well ?                the sound of that name clawed at his ears like talons. they snared into the skin, tearing holes in his hearing. echoes. ONLY echoes. a vibration somewhere distant. somewhere else. could a ghost disassociate from itself ? it felt like it. as if he were severed from the reality before him, still unable to accept the truth that now crashed like the rubble. ava’s pleading scraped harder. high pitched ringing in his ears. make it stop, make it stop, please make it stop. smacking palms over his lobes knuckles whitened, clasped in desperation. but there was no amount of wishing, nor deception, that could make THIS go away.                the scorpion had to face himself in the mirror now. see the poison drip of his horrible tail. his true reflection emulated in the face of the bird. it creviced between her betrayal and hurt. he saw what he did to her, heard the squawk of her song, and looked away. he wanted nothing more than to deny it, to tell them both it wasn’t real. he couldn’t. thudding in his mind stirred no replacement for his lies. only tremors for his hands as they dropped from the edges of his face. 

              what could he say ? never thought he’d find a loss for words.            ❛   i ... didn’t - you didn’t,     ❜          eyes that could not even look at her, shuttered closed. they braced for impact. his condemned house finally collapsed.            ❛   it was a mistake , an ACCIDENT   ❜          

[ghostive]

    liked for a starter 80 years ago        /           @wolfblccd​

                 the howling wind of frosted night met the trees. a THICK wooded forest sloped into marshland. somewhere beyond it’s thinning a hallowed house stood, occupied by flickering lights and peculiar entities. one such of which tangling aimlessly through saplings, carried by weightless feet. much like the breeze he wandered without focus. but deep within he hid a treasure trove. tokens of his misery. worried someone would find them, while he could not even find them himself. skin tainted purple, not from the chill, as pooling liquid filled LUNGS. 

                he heard her footsteps, swift and stealthy betwixt the scattered branches. a spirit in the woods,  watching every motion. with his unease, the frigid air doubled down, twice as cool in surrounding. he didn’t want to reveal himself. yet the pull, the force of frantic FEELINGS, pushed him forward. with wet hair matted to his forehead, the drowned scorpion appeared like a corpse in her presence. stinger ready for striking.             ❛   what are you doing  ?    ❜          

[ghostive]

    liked for a starter 80 years ago        /           @etonelite​

                 had tragedy house been worthy of such licensed interest ? for an urban legend it hardly stretched passed the borders of it’s florida town. although the tales of it’s haunted lives had different origins, and whispers of those untold stories murmured through the rivers of their hometowns, it barely held merit. what hearsay could this man have gathered from the lips of STRANGERS ? or by some miracle did he manage a mutter from the mouths of disjointed family members ? one had to wonder what the father of a ‘murderer’ would have to say of his beloved son, and what the shattered siblings of his victim could spit through their scorn. however, neither concept formed in the fragment of nat’s ghost. they remained images beyond his perception, only able to conceive his LIMITED view. yet another stranger on their doorstep. yet another soul to scare from it. unbeknownst to him this one was in the interest of filmography. 

[ghostive]

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’

  vine starters - ACCEPTING       /           @rvnnt

                 smug expression greeted the face of a boy who clearly self-satisfied. he should have felt some guilt,  a trickle of remorse … maybe he did somewhere. but wherever that was, it was not at the forefront, and surely very quiet. the loudest part of him wrapped in hilarity. humoured by a myriad of events. lips cracked with the rumbling of gentle laughter. though the parting of them allowed a sliver of metallic crimson to coat his teeth. diluted by saliva, they stained in red-orange, and the taste of it filled his mouth with copper pennies. perhaps scaring the “sorority” girl wasn’t his greatest idea. however the halloween spirit took over his veins and made temptation far to daunting.

                mask still in hand he wiped his face with it. the stinging sensation vibrated through his nose and cheek bones, yet smeared remains only reglazed in fresher blood. laughter continued anyway.             ❛   i can’t believe you punched me in the face    ❜          rubbing the back of a splattered hand against his temple he pushed hair back,             ❛    happy october !   ❜          words reverberated with comical influx, as the hand at his forehand matched with mocking jazzy motion. happy october indeed.

[ghostive]

anyway @osbcrned is a great person who deserves nothing but adoration and kindness and we should all remember it. bc wow ! they’ve never done anything to deserve less than that. 

[ghostive]

            fresh new starter call. like this for something from the worst Ghost Host ™

[vaememes]

° ✧ I CAN’T BELIEVE… SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛  I can’t believe you said that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we were destined to do this forever. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you are still talking. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you did that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you won’t help me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you betrayed me. Again. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you walked out on me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you listen to them over me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe your wearing that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you want out of this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you stabbed me! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you shot me! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe your wearing my clothes in front me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you think it’s funny. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we are the news for this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you lied to me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I trusted you. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you stole from me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I ever even loved you. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we are related. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we’re dating. ❜ ❛   I can’t believe you never told the truth about anything. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you tricked me! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe this is all connected. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you went without me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you don’t remember me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you told me that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we lost everything. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you sit there and let it happen. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you never wanted to me know. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you kept secrets this whole time. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you won’t even say sorry. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you said you didn’t do it. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you lied to the police. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you thought this was a game. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you came back around here. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you cheated on me! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I cheated on him/her. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I fell in love with him/her. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I’m this happy right now. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you wanted to leave. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you won’t leave me alone already. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you thought that was okay.. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you made a song about me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you wrote a poem for me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe they died.. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I’m still alive. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we are doing this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you never been to the movies. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you are not in jail for that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you won’t believe me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you asked me that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you kissed me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you thought I wanted you. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe they didn’t want me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe your eating that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe your helping me.. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I helped you. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I gave you everything. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe they aren’t in my life anymore.. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I’m not allowed to go. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you never told me any of this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you kicked my ass. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you cussed me out! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe this is so different. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you think I owe you.  ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you can sing. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you never learned that. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you punched me! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you smacked me! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you watched! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we ran into one another again! ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we said that at the same time. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we like the same person. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I haven’t met my soul mate yet. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe your laughing at me. ❜   ❛  I can’t believe your ignoring me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you won’t even listen to me. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe we’re like the same. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you slept on my porch all night. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I actually won something. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe I’m actually good at this. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you won’t drop it already. ❜ ❛  I can’t believe you doubt me. ❜

[ghostive]

by popular demand, im bringing back shitday. so prepare urselves. one day i did only threads where peter parker was a dog... everything else was the same he just, was a corgi

[dailyfinnwolfhardupdates]

Recent photo of Finn!

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[girlwise-a]

despicable-scientist: 

just saying - 

i don’t think you understand

i want invasive anons that piss my character off. i want questions about their family and lovers and etc. i want responses to memes (you never know what a meme can do). i want random anons.

i want to interact with my followers. 

you are always free to send me anything, anonymous or not.

[ghostive]

am i allowed to say i’m really lowkey proud of the work i’ve done with wyatt / nat’s character. i love his history, his relationship with ava, tragedy house, the scorpion and the song bird concept ... i love him so much and this story we’re telling. aaaaaaa

[ghostive]

            fresh new starter call. like this for something from the worst Ghost Host ™

[ghostive]

scream & shout

He’s silent for a moment, eyes seeming to drift elsewhere, as if maybe he regretted even walking into the kitchen in the first place. Half true. “You could, but I’m too afraid to ask.”

          fingers fiddled with the blade they held. a steak knife, nothing fancy. their best edge was still missing. lost somewhere in the abyss of a MEMORY. carving motion continued, scrapping away the inside of raw vegetable. he merely glanced at miles as he carried on. too casual for comfort.            ❛    probably for the best    ❜          a crack of onion layers broke free and fell loose against the counter top. the knife soon followed. placing the halves of his bulb to the side, the rest of his things mixed in a terrible mess of allium and it’s skin.         ❛   are you by chance planning on leaving the house today? grocery shopping ...chasing DEAD bodies ...whatever it is you people do    ❜          

[ghostive]

its been 65 years 

                                    ❝       IF YOU’RE SO ENTERTAINING then why don’t you, I dunno, entertain me.     ❞ Annoyance. Fluttering away inside hollowed chest, knocking against ribs clumsily as it tries to find freedom. Soft rustles against the flooring, elbows being propped upon, as jewel toned gazed bore holes through him. This place is awful. Perpetually sunny with a side of blistering heat ( not that temperatures really mattered ). There’s a saying for the on edge, bubbling aggravation that’s festering. CABIN FEVER. ❝       How much longer until sundown ? I need to stretch my legs. I can literally feel the blood pooling in my ass and thighs the longer I lay here.     ❞ GROSS.

              oh, abri, succumbed to the torment of being caged. she was not like the BIRD, contently happy to sing. she snarled like a ferrel beast, protesting against her self-made trap. how different was she than the avian he knew so well. who chose her lock and key despite having wings. the vampire had no feathers, only chains she begged to break from. pitiful, she couldn’t find content as the complaints rolled past her dirty lips. nat shrugged his shoulders, glancing through the window again.        ❛    abri , i’m a GHOST remember ? time is different where i am. i don’t know how slowly or quickly it passes for you.    ❜        fingers pressed to his forehead, brushing over furrowed eyebrows in dismissive thought.        ❛    come on , get up. you’re driving me insane. i’ll find something more ‘ENTERTAINING’ if you just - shut up.    ❜        

[alrightevans]

i just saw a thing on fb like ‘does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like 2 hours to try free wedding cake samples’ and im just…………………imagine ur otp