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blake kathryn
Discoholic 🪩
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Janaina Medeiros
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Not today Justin
sheepfilms
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Cosmic Funnies
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price
Show & Tell
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@matarlos
google : 1 man 1 demon . he'll come up in a pornographic masterpiece of religious intent.
IDK IF ANYONE CARES OR REMEMBERS BUT GHOST IS HERE NOW I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE HIM the blog is blank atm cos i just made it so p lease come bye bye bye
because the lord can be a real asshole .
@incarnal
❛ y’know , ─────── a hand pats at his shirt pocket for his carton of cigs . one coming up to stick to the wet end of his lip . i’m . ah . pretty sures . i know you . from somewheres . you , gotta light ? ❜
@traumeriin
there has been this itch in his head for a month now . every time he looks toward her , a hand has to come up to tug at his shaggy head .
❛ ay . . ro ; can i . as’ you . somet - ing ? ❜
ghost is ugly as hell it’s canon
glittergritted.
what do addy & older men have in common?
that power. that ever present push under her chin, tilting her head higher & higher— it’s a strengthening, gradual ache that starts deep in her gut, and slowly twists it’s way around her spine, making her snap rim rod straight. kaleidoscope hues drag over the male, picking him apart— he looks the type to like dumb girls, with their mouths wide & open ( ready for fucking ) and their limbs loose & weak ( easy to spread apart, to move, to hurt ).
she’s a smart girl, always armed with some sort of charm, some little thing to draw eyes ( to her only attractive feature; her mouth ) today, it’s a lollipop, slick & making her lips pouty & sweet. a saccharine grin stretches across her glossed, wet lips, tongue sweeping out momentarily to clean away a drip of sugar. ❛ yeah— where’s the nearest place i can get a signal? ❜ that’s all you girls care about signal, wifi & a big dick. coach said that once, in practice a age ago, before things went wrong. addy purses glossed lips, ignoring the lecherous glances of the male stood in front of her ( that’s what you get for dressing like a whore ) she knows how play this, she knows this so fucking well she doesn’t even need to think— a simple tug of the hem of skirt, baring bare thigh— it’s a dare; will he flirt, or will she tease?
it’s all a game to the cheerleader; she plays the role she thinks people want to her play, and in turn they do what she wants. it’s a game she played since she could remember ( her father running off with that skinny little cunt ). still, addy keeps her claws dug deep within the facade of the easy, stupid girl and simply asks, eyes bambi wide ❛ you got a cig? ❜
he stands completely still , a six foot something monster so easily startled by any girl willing to show him more than a cold shoulder . && * eyes , shaking with unwanted curiosities , try their best to stay put on her own . OH they’re so pretty , he’ll think but not say . scared that a nearby stranger will hear something they shouldn't . even little compliments like THAT could put him in trouble , then he’d only get to see those pretty little eyes in the back of his mind with a hand around a hard piece .
don’t get him wrong though , ghost isn’t really the kind of man chasing tail . but he can’t really remember the last time he even held someone's hand ; and the only person getting on their knees for him are the nuns at his church during group prayer . SO YEAH , maybe he’s a little desperate . maybe his eyes are starting to melt out of their sockets , sliding down his cheeks so they can get a better look at that mouth . plump with something fleeting , though he can’t really tell what . pearly whites inviting to his neck , they tell him to stay ‘way less they bite his jugular . AND that tongue , spelling out something for him in cursive with little hearts over the i’s .
THESE LITTLE GIRLS ARE DANGEROUS .
with sharp claws matching their collarbones . lavender scent to put you to sleep before they eat you alive . how is he supposed to fight that ? better that he not . so he’ll reach into his coat pocket , pull out a box of cigs . tapping it to his wrist so one will come out . he’ll move it toward her , a lighter in his other hand .
❛ y’don’t look . old .. enough . t’smoke . ❜
not like that stops him from flicking the lighter for a bit of a flame .
❛ y’got a . nother , candy ? ❜
makingthatfeelinglast.
@matarlos
❝ look. i can already tell by your eyes that you’re more trouble than you’re going to be worth. so let’s just pretend we never met, okay? ❞
ghost shifts uncomfortably in his jacket , oversized shirt moving with him , wrinkles in the fabric showing his discomfort more than his face ever would .
❛ no . ‘ow can you even say . . that ? ❜
@glittergritted
what do isidor and young girls have in common ?
absolutely nothing . as a matter of fact they make him NERVOUS , legs shaking underneath jeans too large for toothpick boned legs . pretty girls , and their intimidating glances ( even if they’re just blowing butterfly wing kisses ) .
&& * he’s learnt , that pretty gals and boys who have a habit of staring with bloodshot eyes and bruised edges , don’t mix ───────── if he’s lucky she won’t noticed red rimmed eyes looking at her every step as she walks by ; making an outline of the prints she leaves from one end of the cross walk to the other . glitter dripping from every pore . his fingers come underneath his sunglasses , rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to dig them from his sockets .
because staring is rude , or something .
an even though there has been no attempt at contact , he’ll reach out . teeth nipping at the lose flesh of his cheek . eyes narrowed though invisible behind chipped lenses .
❛ cans i , help . you wit- somet-ing . . . ❜
@zifection
❛ i need your help with something . ❜
one of his fingers is broken ; wrapped in tape and splinters . one of his front teeth chipped , yellow bits and bleeding . OTHER THAN THAT he looks the same as always . thin and sheepish , a belly swollen with words and an over abundance of beer and almonds .
ghost won’t tell her what he needs help with , won’t even give ‘er a clue . the only thing she DOES get , is the sense of panic in his eye &&* a body that trembles underneath an over sized coat . the backpack on his left shoulders weighing him down . his mind is stuck on FLIGHT , and she’s the one he tends to runaway too . though now his feet face to the west .
❛ we need . to . . go . ❜
white people at it again i see
She had been up for a while now but the warmth of her bed just made it too comfortable to move. Even so a hint of a smile appears on her lips upon feeling those little kisses. She sits up and then crawls by his side, a yawn leaving her before she nuzzles against him. ❝Hmm, alright.❞ She gives him a kiss on the cheek before rubbing her eyes. It likely take her a minute before she is entirely awake. ❝Where do you wanna go?❞
arms wrap around her shoulders , pulling her in . bodies pressed together , ghost floats on a wave of euphoria . he’d been thinking about their life together for a long while now ; how during the night they feel like strangers . his absence leaving a white outline of heartbreak on the palm of her hand . her sad eyes when he steps out the door , leaving bullet wounds at his chest . Isidor moves his body to face her , callous hands leaving touches as soft as the kisses , now being pressed like time stamps to her clavicle . ❛ anywhere . ❜ ────── as long as we don’ t come back .
| @traumeriin
ghost sits at the edge of their bed , his hand playing with the blanket that covers her feet . he’s quiet ; his heart beat is slower than usual . he’ll sigh , and it’s light . not isidors usual heavy and brash breaths that remind him of dessert storms . his lungs are heavy .
with a soft hand , he’ll shake rosies legs . waking her ( or maybe simply disturbing her . ) ─── dropping to his back ; ghost presses kisses to her calf . tickling her ankles .
❛ lets leave . ❜
ghost . very connected to god , angels . lucifer is his emergency contact probably . believes in everything . carries rose quartz in his pocket , next to a mini bible. loves cheese .
