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"You're old and ugly, and I don't like you." (lxvexdxrkness)

“... You honestly broke into here just to remind me that you hate me? Don’t you have anything better to do?” A short pause. “Maybe you should go get a hobby, Lilith. And before you say it, physically or verbally attacking me isn’t a hobby.”

#lxvexdxrkness #notes for future use; ic #{Ryan... you like tortured ghosts for a long time before dying}#{maybe /you/ should be the one getting a hobby}#torture mention in tags #torture mention in tags /#death mention in tags #death mention in tags /

"WHAT'S UP, FUCKERS?!" (dcrkfce)

@dcrkfce

He glanced up from the newspaper he held and stared directly at his daughter. “Nyx, sweetie, not around Rosalind.” Last thing he needed was the youngest child to join in with her older siblings. It was bad enough that she learned how to... ‘torture’ one of her brothers by surrounding him with nothing but dolls.

Swearing was something he’d rather she use when older if she really had to.

#dcrkfce #notes for future use; ic #caps #caps /#swearing #swearing /#{Nyx please there's delicate ears in that house!}

Suck my ass

“No.”

#Anonymous #notes for future use; ic #{I haven't been on this blog in some time and THIS is what I come back to}#{I'm dying}#ask to tag

occasionalrpmemes

Send me a number and I’ll write a starter for our muses in that setting

Or send me “Random Stage!” and I’ll randomly generate a number and use that.

MUNDANE

A grocery store

A busy intersection

A hotel lobby

An all-night gas station

An airport DRAMATIC

A hospital

A jail

The top of a cliff

A battlefield

A collapsing building SPOOKY

An abandoned church

A graveyard

An old mansion

A derelict hospital

A maze / labyrinth ROMANTIC

A rose garden

A fancy restaurant

A rainy street

A ballroom dance

A scenic chateau getaway PERSONAL

A college dorm

A house party hosted by a mutual friend

Two side-by-side apartments

A first home

A personal business GEOGRAPHICAL

The mountains

The forest

The desert

The beach

The jungle HISTORICAL

A palace

A fortress

A steamboat

The Wild West

A speakeasy FUTURISTIC

A Mars colony

A settlement on the bottom of the ocean

A generation space station

A post-apocalyptic wasteland

An unexplored planet DEMOGRAPHIC

The big city

Suburbia

A small town

The middle of nowhere

A vacation community TOURIST ATTRACTIONS

A museum

A zoo

A monument

A skyscraper

A city park RANDOM

The sewers

Someone’s closet

A playground

A junkyard

Specify your own!

note: the categories are for organization and suggestion only. For instance, 37- the bottom of the ocean- could be written as fantasy rather than ‘futuristic,’ and nothing under the ‘romantic’ category necessarily has to lead to romantic interaction between muses. It’s all up to the writers!

#urgent meeting?; meme #caps #caps /#long post #long post /#{this blog still lives even though Ryan doesn't}#{... will I ever stop making that joke? No}

{Almost every icon of Ryan that I have is just a meme. I... really need to work on making better icons for him that aren’t from memes}

#tiny ghost; ooc #{also hi I still live}#{Ryan doesn't but I do}#{I also should sleep but for the past two weeks sleeping is basically nonexistent so that's fun}

tiny-ghost-rp-hub

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#tiny ghost; ooc

dcrkfce

|| Bittersweet Reunion ||

((Closed rp with @spiritus-venator))

It was just like any other work call. A ghost had been spotted in the town park and Nyx decided she would be the one to capture it. The Guys in White knew of Nyx’s magical abilities and believed she would be fine handling this ghost on her own. If assistance was required she could make a call and other agents would be on their way with backup.

Nyx grabbed a few anti-ghost weapons from the apartment before heading out. In no time she arrived to the area the ghost had been seen. Weapon was quickly drawn from her belt. Eyes scanned the surrounding area. No site of the ghost… for now. The girl pulled out a small detection device and as soon as she saw the first dot appear on the radar she began to move again.

She made her way through the park until the radar led her to a more secluded area. According to the device the ghost should be right where she was standing, but a quick check of the area in front of her proved this incorrect… unless-The sudden snap of a twig behind the girl made her spin around. Gun aimed directly at the creature before her. “Don’t move or I’ll-!” words died in her throat as a look of shock came upon her face. It couldn’t be. She had to be seeing things. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t be- “P-Papa…?”

spiritus-venator

He didn’t plan to leave the Ghost Zone. Ryan thought the portal would have taken him to another spot in the Ghost Zone. Instead, it took him to the one place he wasn’t ready to go back to; Amity Park.

Cautiously, the ghost moved around as stealthy as he could through the park. Purple eyes darted about, watching for any signs of life. It wouldn’t take long for a ghost hunter - or the Guys in White - to detect him. He knew this. He worked with the government group, after all. He was an expert when it came to that sort of stuff. Which was why he had to stay alert until he could find a portal that would take him back.

Once he could find one, he’ll be-

The sound of someone drawing near stole his attention. He was too late. As best as he could, Ryan turned invisible, trying to sneak past... Nyx? Nyx had been sent to capture him? That just- He couldn’t let her see him like this. He just couldn’t. That was like letting Rosalind see him like this. He had to avoid it; he had to keep his current form from causing them more pain.

Once she had stepped in front of him, he became visible once again. There was no point in him staying invisible once he was almost free!... Unless, of course, he would have made the mistake and break a twig. Probably should have floated about. Why didn’t he float? Why was it hard to get used to being a ghost?!

Four mint green hands raised the moment the gun was locked upon him. Mind calculated what to do. He couldn’t attack her. He’d never attack one of his own children. Nor did he want to run away. Yet, if he stayed... Everything just had to become so complicated, didn’t it? Why did Clockwork have to kill him? Things were far better before that ghost got involved. He could have won! Everything in their lives would have been perfect if that ectoplasmic scum stayed out of it!

Internally he sighed.

He should have done something about him at the very start of things. He could have avoided all of this if he did.

His daughters wouldn’t have been caused pain, either. Ryan’s eyes focused upon the girl in front of him; what she must have went through because of his death... It was torture. None of them deserved this torture. Hands lowered, sight fell upon the ground, as he nodded to her question, hating himself for every second he spent there. It was just adding to the agony. Agony she didn’t deserve.

“... I’m sorry, Nyx...” The words, ones encased in a slight echo, fell out of his lips softly. He continued to stare upon the ground, unable to bear the sight of any pain that might have formed upon her face. “I’m very sorry...”

#dcrkfce #{I'm sorry this is long I got carried away}#{but look Ryan is showing emotions even though he's a ghost now!}

I got into a conversation with @lxvexdxrkness about Nyx (who can be found over at @dcrkfce) and about her powers and, well, it then became “Nyx makes a tiny doll that looks like Ryan for Ryan to possess since he’s dead now”.

He’s stuck with a constant :) face but can at least move his limbs. He’s also easy to repair, thankfully, but has to be careful since he’s only held together by stitches.

#the doctor; self #my art #doll #doll /#death mention #death mention /#ask to tag #{the more I look at his tiny face; the more it screams 'save me'}

Drew a ref of Ryan as a ghost I gave up on the powers which is why it looks like that. Decided to make him look more like a monster as a ghost since, well, it’s fitting

#my art #the doctor; self #{I gave up on adding the light details}#{also yes I gave him thigh highs}#{I can sort of explain why}

grandfather-time‌:

Clockwork watched Ryan bleed out. In the case of most deaths, he felt nothing. He felt no connection to most, and as such, had no reason to mourn their deaths. There had been very few cases he felt some kind of connection to one who died, and more often than not he had felt grief when they died.

Very few he had had a negative connection to. In those cases, he had felt relief for those left alive.

One would expect the same feeling with Ryan. But it wasn’t the case. He felt no relief over Ryan’s death, nor did he feel any remorse or guilt in the fact he murdered the man. He felt nothing.

Nothing but the disdain he had towards Ryan for some time now.

Not even Ryan’s blame-shifting could get him to feel something more. “No, Ryan.” Clockwork lifted the blade up, levitating it over his palm now. “Your actions brought innocents into this.” He then clenched his hand, and the knife above it sparked with raw power before bursting into shrapnel. “And I have just spared many more.”

It was no surprise to him that the ghost just watched him suffer. That was just typical for a ghost. They all never really cared about others. He knew that. Nothing was going to change that.

Not even death.

But what was he supposed to do once dead? He couldn’t return if he did become one of those foul ectoplasmic scum. Not that he feared being caught by his own men; no, he just didn’t want his daughters to see him as a ghost. He also didn’t want them to learn that a ghost had, once again, taken someone close to them away again.

... Nor did he want this continue. First, they took the life of his wife and now him? They could attack his daughters next. Which meant he had to do something about it. He had to find a way to stop every single ghost from leaving the Ghost Zone just to keep them safe. But how? Ghosts were rather strong.

And he was going to become one.

It finally clicked. There was nothing he could do about it. Ghosts had no emotion. He wouldn’t feel anything for his daughters. He wouldn’t care if they lived or died. Even if protecting them became an obsession, he wouldn’t really care about them.

He began to lose focus on his mind; upon the thoughts that had entered his mind when it came to his daughters; once the ghost began to speak again. As best as a man who was dying could, he focused on the vile being before him.

A small chuckle - almost forced - left him. His actions brought into innocents into this? “None of you were innocent.” The only innocent people were his family, himself, and the ones who worked for him. The rest were far from innocent.

“You’ve done nothing,” another pause, “but hurt others.” And helped the next person in line for his job to finally get it. But that was different story all together. “You really should have stayed out of this.”

#grandfathertime #blood mention #blood mention /#death mention #death mention /#{Ryan: I'm going to fight all of you ghosts to keep them safe!}#{Ryan after realising that he's going be emotionless as a ghost: ... oh wait I can't really do that because I won't care about others}#{I'm also sorry this got long}

{It was about time I made this verse and, thanks to Ryan recently dying, it reminded me that I had yet to make this one.}

{Unlike the others, Sylvia and Rosalind are alive and healthy. Instead, it was Ryan who passed away. Not much is known about his death however, from what the people who worked with him told her, it was apparently ghost related.}

{The Guys in White continued to explain to Sylvia about the dangers of ghosts; telling her it is best to keep at least one of the weapons her husband had on her at all times as well as to call for them if there’s any ghost problems in the future.}

{Because of this, Sylvia does her best to keep ghosts out of her daughter’s life. She also tries to live far from ghosts and won’t be afraid of attacking them if needed.}

{Rosalind, on the other hand, doesn’t understand the problem with ghosts. Unlike in main verse, she never learnt what had resulted in the death of one so close to her. Instead, all she knew was that it was an accident at work. Along with this, Sylvia only tells her to stay away from ghosts since they could be dangerous. The could part can’t help but make her wonder if every ghost is bad...}

#tiny ghost; ooc #v; mother knows best #death mention #death mention /

{You know... it just hit me that I’m missing a ‘what if’ verse here. So, urm, expect a post about that soon}

#tiny ghost; ooc #{by soon I mean now since company has left my house}#{and I found out that this headache I had was dehydration}

ancmalychild

anomaly

əˈnɒm(ə)li/

something that deviates from what is

standard,

normal,

or expected.

Indie & selective Danny Fenton/Phantom RP blog

Mun has 4+ years of experience

Written by Otus

Established October 2016

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@grandfather-time

It was supposed to be simple. Do work and then head home and, well, continue work when there. He could- no, shouldn’t stop with his work. There was too much to do. And there was so little time left. He had to get everything done before the day he would be replaced.

Or... the day he died.

It was odd. One moment, he was fine. The next, an odd feeling of something warm and wet began to flow down his torso and back from his chest area. He glanced down, blinking at the sight before him, as he tried to acknowledge it. Blood? Hand fell over the wound upon his chest; collecting some of the blood that was gushing out. How was he bleeding? He didn’t feel any pain to cause the blood; just the aftermath of what felt like hard punches.

Before he could question it more, the voice took all of his attention. Clockwork. Of course. Who else could have done this to him without him noticing? And who else could possibly get away with this? Even with the cameras observing everything, he could still get away with this if he decided to mess with the footage after this. It was the perfect crime.

A crime that could, if the ghost left the cameras alone, be used for their advantages.

“No.” The doctor managed to say. “It’s you,” a short pause, “who picked the wrong path.” Hand began to apply more pressure upon his wound before he continued. “Should have stayed out of this,” it didn’t involve the Master of Time, after all, “would have been easier if you did.”

Despite the cold feeling that was creeping over; the feeling of his head getting lighter and lighter as every second went by; he looked directly into the red eyes of the other. “Your actions caused more harm.” A quick draw of breath. “Your actions dragged innocent lives into this.”

#grandfathertime #{Ryan could you maybe focus on the fact that you got stabbed}#{instead of you know trying to shift the blame?}#blood mention #blood mention /

divine-knight‌:

The fella had grasped their cane with both hands as they awaited Rosa’s response. But the entire time they waited- even with that smile on their face- ‘Jack’ couldn’t help but worry. Knowing what the child’s family was like, the swinger had no doubt that Rosa rarely ever saw her father.

And for one of those rare moments she got to spend time with him to be filled with nothing but fighting… Well, it certainly gave the spirit’s heartstrings a good, hard tug. They knew they had to get the poor child out of here; it would be unfair to just leave her alone to witness her father in such a rage!

‘Jack’ perked up when Rosa spoke, and a huge grin spread across their face when they heard her answer. With a bow, the spirit held out their hand. “The same way we got to Ripple Star, kid! Just take my hand and hold on tight!”

It didn’t take long for her to take their hand. She knew this method of travelling. She knew what to expect. Plus, she didn’t have to worry about anything bad happening. She had ‘Jack’ with her!

Small hand tightened the grip, showing that she was more than ready to leave. Or, at least, she believed she was. She could have dashed off to pick up a few items that she claimed to be important but she was sure she wouldn’t be at the mansion for long. Just a few hours, hopefully. That was enough time for her father to cool down and for things to be safe again.

... But they did mention a friend. And games. Did she have to bring a toy along? She could if it was needed. Unless it wasn’t. The way they spoke made her believe that everything she could want was already there which... could mean that there were kids her age there! She could make so many new friends!

With excitement being the only feeling that remained in her, she did her best to hold back the sudden urge to move. She had to remain holding onto ‘Jack’. She had to remain focused!

#divineknight #divineknight; Jack #tiny ray of sunshine; sidemuse; Rosa #{she's just... a little ball of joy right now because of the thought of making new friends}

starlitmemes

Send a symbol and I’ll describe or draw the following:

▲ my muse as a child ◄ my muse as a teenager ► my muse as a young adult ▼my muse in their middle ages ▼+ my muse in their old age

*if to a multi-muse blog, specify the muse!

#urgent meeting?; meme #{I might end up drawing these since I have been meaning to draw a younger Ryan and everything}#{also please specify who you want for this}#{default is going to be Ryan so if you want it for Rosa or Sylvia be sure to let me know}

Inventory add: a black feather resembling an owl's, but too large to be an owl feather.

Give My Muse an Item || Currently accepting

“Out of everything that I’ve been given so far,” he held the feather in front of him, “this is the most confusing piece so far.” Why this feather? What happened to people insulting him by calling him the same thing over and over again? What about the hearts?

#Anonymous #notes for future use; ic

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