#ghastlychase

[crookedflesharchive]

( @ghastlychase / ✟ )

CELEBRITY, EVEN MINOR, was the bane of Moonsik’s existence. If he wanted to hear pompous shitheads ramble on about how perfect he was, he’d simply spend his night kissing a mirror. Yet, as a newfound best-selling author (the words still evoked chills across his forearms), he was required to show face at certain gatherings. As much as he enjoyed being fawned over, the idea of staying home and drinking himself into a stupor sounded much more appealing.

Not to mention his nagging publicist’s words ringing at the back of his mind, ‘bring a date. Make them think you’re somewhat sociable and not a living rock.’ Too bad the idea made him want to retch. But for once, complaining seemed to work in his favor. Alice, as she was known (better known as an annoyance to himself), forever eager to dig her nose in others’ business, was determined to be at the exact same dinner party.

“Yeah. Come with me. You get what you want and I get my publicist off my back.” To add in a dash of his infamous sociopath charm, he offered the tiniest of grins. The woman would be so lucky as to arrive on his arm. “We can buy you a dress, or something, because I have a feeling nothing you own would be suitable.” Tactless was known by another name and it was Moonsik.

In response to her question, he stared at her, a childish duh practically echoing through the motion. That was his eternal state after all. “I don’t know. Get me drunk and we’ll see what happens.” Typically, this was his response to everything. Being intoxicated at the event he was supposed to be preening at surely wouldn’t end well, but he had never be one to listen. And not even the beginnings of fame would change that.

[caiseboli]

ghastlychase:

❛  You  know  ouija  boards  aren’t  actually  game  boards,    right?      Some  people  end  up  with  a  demon  latched  onto  them  or  worse  ––––––  they  end  up  dead,  ❜      she  warned,    taking  the  board  from  the  other  girl.        ❛  Still  wanna  play?  ❜

the paranormal is definitely something that has yeonha’s interest and attention. she’d like to believe... but it’s safe to say she’s a skeptic. she’s addicted to the show ghost adventures but like, come on? compared to how they started out to the point the crew is at now, the frights are definitely a bit more hyped up than they ever were. they get so much activity that it’s just become hard to believe. unsettling or reassuring, yeon’s not sure what it’d be to know that the few ‘coincidental’ mishaps she’s run into during the time after her father’s passing are actually signs from him. if that his her dad, she wonders what it means. is he trying to tell her something? that he’s okay, that it wasn’t her fault? that he’s the opposite of okay, that he’s angry with her for taking his life? the possibilities are quite endless. 

she watches a lot of horror movies, and ouija boards seem to be in the majority of them. apparently they’re not just a game to be messed with, buuut.. if you know yeonha at all - you’d know she’s gonna want to see it for herself. she’s not scared of ghosts or demons, and not dying, either. or else she probably wouldn’t be playing such a dangerous sport, trying all the crazy things that are set up in front of her whether they’re sturdily put together or their parts are shaky and loose and confirmed deaths have come from it. she’s a fearless girl, brave, courageous-- living her life and having fun doing it. yeon’s not very happy about growing old, either, so... this is good. it’s better to just die young, so she’ll never have to experience it. the lack of energy, the weak bones, the inability to do parkour and just.. run as fast as she used to be able to.

“as if. come on, i’m not some impressionable little kid.” that’s a pure lie, she’s very much like that. but maybe adaptable could be the right word? she’s stubborn at times but more than not, yeonha goes with the flow and just lets shit happen. whatever the mood and atmosphere is, she vibes with it, molds herself into it. if the crowd she’s in is fuckin’ emo, then she is too. if they’re happy and bubbly and excited, she has no problem blending in with that. it’s like she picks up on the things everyone around her does and she implements them herself, copying, mimicking for god knows why. “i’ve never looked it up but if people actually fucking died from these things, i doubt they’d still be on the shelves for purchase.” yeon knows dramatics, it’s her signature thing, but this? it’s even worse than her usual. cringier. “of course i still wanna play. this is on my bucket list.”

[spoiledsovls]

@ghastlychase.

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she hides the gun that she’s been saving into her back pocket. hopefully it didn’t go off (it wasn’t loaded anyways-- so why think about it?) “hush! y’talk too much. so many damn questions.. jus’...”  hyejung pulls on her seat belt and holds onto the bar above her. “i’ll explain later. my car broke down an’ people know my car. you’re not gonna get shot. i promise you. t’them, you’re worthless. me? priceless.”

[ashnbone-blog]

@ghastlychase //  ’ Look, I don’t care if you’re half monkey or half ape, I’m gettin’ you out of here. ’

❛  For  your  information,    I  am  neither  –––  and  I’m  not  leaving  until  I  have  what  I  NEED!  ❜        She  hadn’t  snuck  into  the  building  and  broken  a  dozen  laws  just  to  turn  around  and  leave  because  some  DEAFENING  alarm  was  going  off.      Alice  turned  around  the  corner  and  headed  further  into  the  infrastructure.

“o h sweet jesus -- ,” the man, for now a man, follows her deeper inside, cringing at the shouts of men he could only assume to be security - or the local authorities. he can already feel his witch pulling his ear about this later. Of course, need be he could ditch the girl and slip out as some small rodent - assuming he didn’t accidentally turn into a fucking horse again instead. 

which, in retrospect, would be entirely entertaining. “What are we doing in a government building anyway, what is it you need ?” 

[spoiledsovls]

@ghastlychase.

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her eyes widen, extending her arm to take a grip on the wheel. they were off, coordinated wrong and shot her companion instead of her instead. she grits her teeth, pushing the girl’s leg down to accelerate. “stay awake, take your hands off of the wheel. m’gonna get you t’a hospital, try t’stay cautious.” she says with a calm tone. it was best to stay calm so that the other wouldn’t freak out so much (besides having a bullet lodged into her skin.)

[iravinehq]

Alice Moon signing in as well!

[thermalshift]

continuing with @ghastlychase

   i. there’s one similarity they share and its the thirst for knowledge, the need to fill the ever-growing void in their head with information from the past, present, or future. koji’s source usually comes from a local library or a museum, but today’s site is difference since she’s here – the more investigative of the two. he’ll concede that. “what exactly are we looking for?” he’s used to getting his hands dirty but not like this; rummaging through box after box of dated antiques isn’t exactly gratifying. 

   ii.  she’s the first to find something and he looks over at her discovery. eyes are glued onto the board for a few seconds before he actually realizes what it is. an ouija board, also known as a complete waste of time ( for him at least ). needless to say, he’s a nonbeliever of its supposed work. “there’s a first for everything.” the woman looks far too excited, he can’t possibly turn her down. he dusts off his hands and walks over to an empty table conveniently placed in the heart of the room. “i assume you know how to use that.’