𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝑦𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 †

SHILOH MASON. dark and red stars. she's the dirty witch of her high school. she worships satan like a father. but dreams of a sister like molly ringwald.

[ninetiesghoul]

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[killingyves]

[ninetiesghoul]

jxey-singer.

Joey had been taking notes and started chewing on his pen. He was confused, demons ghouls, and ghosts but yet no one is speaking up and they don’t have any information yet. He knew there had to be more to it than what was shown, but what? He saw the depressed ghoul and started wondering. Then he heard her question and started smiling.

“What kind of question is that? Of course- well it depends on what kind of person they are.”

                “ it’s a serious question, that’s what it is. ”  ---------  the nosey part of her wanted to question what he was writing away on that piece of paper, but she’d bring that up later. this was obviously more important to her right now.

    “ well what kind of person ? come on, don’t leave me hangin’. ”  

[ninetiesghoul]

chvsc.

there’s a silent pause as chase examines hims palms, fingertips translucent with how weak his focus is. it’s comfortable here, he figures, jabbing one digit through another, with just shiloh for company, even if she can’t keep quiet and let him enjoy the peace for more than a minute.  “i wouldn’t want to break my hand,” chase decides, ultimately, as if he could ossify any given part of himself long enough to even sustain any true damage. “who are we punching?” he asks, loyalty beating out rationale by a long shot (it had to, at this point, to stay in shiloh’s good graces). 

               if she wasn’t too busy sobbing on the inside about her precious VHS tapes, she would have snorted along with making a funny comment about the whole i wouldn’t want to break my hand thing. “ we aren’t punching anyone. it’s just you. you’re gonna deck me right in the face. chase, you gotta do this okay. really concentrate. i need to see if a punch can knock me out. ------ i mean, there has to be something that can hurt me, make me feel something right ? listen, i just can’t be in two thousand sixteen, i’m gonna kill someone. ”  she’s says this as if she didn’t just rip out some guy’s chest last night. she forgets sometimes, it’s whatever.

[ninetiesghoul]

        she’s sitting against a tree, legs crossed with the most disappointed & depressing look on her face. nothing was actually wrong. it’s just ; she found out that blockbuster shut down.   ---------------    this is exactly how she felt when she heard on the news that kurt cobain died. DEVASTATION. shiloh was literally in hell, she was convinced. it must have been her turn to come out from that six foot deep black nothingness, and straight into hell. her mouth opens to the nearest person, “ HEY. if someone were to ask you to punch them in the face, like they gave you the permission, would you do it ? ”  if this person said yes, she was going to ask in a heartbeat. this is all too DRASTIC.     (  dramatic much. )  she wanted to at least see if she could black out even for a second, this era was a nightmare.

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

[ninetiesghoul]

justanotherrpmeme:

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

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wcslvys.

wes had finally finished his shift at the coroner’s and since he was a creature of habit, he found himself sitting across the cheap diner’s counter like he always did. having ordered his usual tomato soup, wesley felt the air dislodge beside him when the person sat down on the stool next to his. he was always bad at starting conversations, but something about eating alone at a diner always seemed to bring out the more sociable side of him. maybe it was because the scene seemed to be took out of edward hopper’s nighthawks and that painting had always caused a feeling of familiarity in him. how you can be lonesome and surrounded of people at the same time. always paradoxical, he thought. he cleared his throat before starting out, “i’ve came up with this riddle: a man goes to a restaurant and asks for a seagull stew. he takes one bite out of it, takes his gun out from his pocket and shoots himself. why?” he asked to no one in particular. “and i can only answer to it with yes, no and irrelevant.”

                                diners weren’t the same anymore. well this was the only one she’d been in since her newly awakening. WHY WAS SHE EVEN HERE ? she didn’t have any money, and she didn’t even have an appetite unless it was for blood and guts. but she was flat out bored. and maybe staring at a plate of fries with a side of ketchup ( that she wasn’t even gonna pay for ) would give her some type of relief. well that wasn’t happening. her eyes glanced around, an old man reading the paper, boring suburban family sitting at a table, their son’s eyes engraved into some type of screen. SHE STILL DIDN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT CELL PHONE’S WERE. give her a break, it’s only been like.. five days since she came back. shiloh just sat there, hands in her lap as her eyes stared at the fries that were probably cold by now. she starts listening to the man’s statement, eyes still down. towards the end, confusion hits her face. what the hell was this guy on ? but of course she had a snarky response for everything. her head moves up as she begins to speak, eyes eventually landing on him ;  “ his wife just left him for a really rich guy. like, he’s got tons of money. probably better in the sack than he ever was too, he’s been thinking about that a lot. eleven years gone down the drain because seagull guy had a shitty job as like, a lame excuse for a fancy business position and his boss treated him like shit. so all he wants is his favorite meal, make him feel better yanno ? but it ends up tasting disgusting. so he’s like, god my life fucking SUCKS. no wife, no stew, she even took their dog. so he’s just like, you know what.. what do i got to live for ? bang. ”   thanks for the input shiloh !

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[ninetiesghoul]

sloanesisms.

slender, pale fingers ( still a little blue ) fidgeted with a pin. this had been easier when she was alive but she was still regaining the strength in her limbs —— weak from not eating anything substantial in days. green o r b s finally darted around and narrowed as they landed on a nearby figure. “are you just going to stand there staring or are you gonna fuck off?” 

                  shiloh never used to be one to stare at someone, well at least not be completely obvious about it. but lately when she dozed off, oh boy did she really doze off. as if part of her brain had the switch on off.    ( did her brain even work all like that anymore though ? like what are the sciences of this whole thing, she wanted to know.  )   soon her eyes grow, catching attention. not a deer in the headlights look, it was a very nonchalant ordeal.  “  WOW ...  ------  as tempting as that last option is, i think i’ll just keep standing here. you alright though ? you kinda look like shit, no offense. ”  SO DID YOU SHILOH !

[ninetiesghoul]

ghculing.

         a sheepish smile creeped it’s way on the ghoul’s face. “ah, thank you.” she chuckled awkwardly. she had absolutely no idea who courtney love was but if this was what she usually wore, rowena couldn’t say that she would’ve been a BIG FAN. sapphire eyes peered closely at the stranger, taking in her overly sized pants and awfully chapped lips. though it wasn’t the unpleasant visage of her that interested rowena, it was the small, burning stick lying inbetween her fingers. “what’s that?” she questioned, deep lines branded into her forehead in concern. it wasn’t a pipe, too small to be a cigar, but it seemed to have the same purpose as one.

     she almost CHOKED on the smoke at her question but she was able to control herself. eyes glancing at the stick then back at her with a slight hint of confusion. “ this ?? ”  this lady was definitely something else, should she be concerned at her lack of knowledge on what she held ? let’s be real here, even the extremely religious people who hid from anything that just screamed ‘ BAD ! ’ knew what that was.  “  -----  it’s a cigarette. they’re disgusting, don’t try em’. they’ll kill you. ”  death jokes, NICE. 

[ninetiesghoul]

escapingnate.

The question catches him off guard, causing him to move his head back. “I-I don’t know. What is someone with five dollars supposed to look like?” Not like her, probably. The dirt that clings to her clothes is a little alienating but Nathaniel is starving at this point and judging people based on their appearance isn’t a nice thing to do. Nor is laughing at people but that is exactly what the man does at her suggestion. “Yeah, I’m not that desperate. Besides, I’d have to collect a ridiculous amount of pennies and I don’t think I’m that patient either.”

           she nods gently, not in agreement, just the same apathetic and weary look in her eyes sticks with the movement. “ ---------  riiiight.  well i don’t know what to tell you. what do you even need money for ?  you a junkie or you just lookin’ for food ? maybe dumpster diving outside a diner is your calling. get the good shit before the rats do.  ”

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