#ghosthaunt

[horrorlocke]

GHOSTH(A)UNT; OF DOLLHOUSES & BINDWEED.

Concept cover art for an episode of a horror podcast; this has been sat in my patreon-discord for a while but now that patrons are starting to recieve the prints I’m posting this up here as well. Ghosth(a)unt follows an extremely unprofessional and unsuccessful ghost-hunting show that happens to often be followed by gruesome murders.

[doomdays]

@ghosthaunt, alden nods,  thinking of all the people he met who had made this place their home since the beginning,  watching as it evolved into something better and better.   ❝  oh, yeah.  y'know,  the suttons were brought here immediately.   got them and their son safe before things got too bad.  the barrington house was a historic museum,  FEMA opened it up to a safe zone.  well,  they abanonded it shortly after,  but the people here,  they still made it work.  whole lotta people here who have been here the whole time.  i s'pose i woulda been a lot better off had i found this place first,   before i ended up where i did,  but i got here eventually,  huh?  so,  that's all that matters to me. ❞   he looks back at him,  his head tilting to the side with curiosity.  ❝  you run into many communities out there?  know you were out there for a while ---  guess i don't know how far ya traveled in the process.  ❞   he's just a kid;  maybe some other place would've taken him in   (  or maybe it just took a special person to give him reason to come.  )    he scoffs,  waving him off.   ❝  well,  sure,  but---  whatever it is you're lookin' for,  i mean,  surely that's gotta be worth it,  huh? ❞

[denial2xx]

My ghost story from last night! 👻 😮

[moonexile]

@ghosthaunt,  five’s permission to finally relax is something that luther has taken wholeheartedly --- something he hasn’t done much of in the past decade. it’s been so long since he’s been comfortable, in any sense of the world, yet without the responsibilities and expectations that used to suffocate him --- it’s almost like there’s a real sense of peace here.  he can almost pretend things are perfect now.  yet there’s a certain amount of anxiety that comes with waking up to see his older brother’s bed empty, their other brothers still sleeping peacefully in their perches.  they’ve been through unimaginable things in these last few months  ( days, for five )  and now feels like the right time to actually forge a real family,  so seeing five’s bed empty brings him back to a time when he used to still believe they were one:  just before five left, got lost in time, and their world started to turn.  five has vowed to take it easy, and luther wants to believe that’s possible for him,  yet his mind spins with questions --- is he still here, or did he find reason to leave them behind?  and if so, could they blame him?  he gets dressed, never one who was any good with stealth, clumsily making his way around their room until he’s off to the one place he could expect to find him:  the bar.  he lets out a soft sigh of relief when he sees him there,  though he may not admit to him the  ( now ridiculous )  worry he had.  arm rests on the counter, and he looks over to him, nodding his head.  ❝  thought i’d find you here. ❞  relieved to find you here.  ❝  what happened to actually getting a good night’s rest?  couldn’t sleep?  ❞

[buildhope]

‘shy kiss’  from @ghosthaunt   ❱  this all comes a lot easier to him than he’d ever give himself credit for.  relationships were never something he sought after,  even if in the back of his mind,  he always craved it  ---  someone to love,  someone to care for,  someone to be by his side to work together as they face whatever it is that’s thrown their way.  it became even easier to pretend it’s not something he needed when he first took in adam as his own,  but that craving only grew  ---  that idea of having a family,  of getting to share these moments with adam with someone else,  too.  he can’t deny the way that intrigue is brought to the surface whenever amy is around,  and adam’s bright smile lights up his face the moment she holds him.  he feels the same way  ---  cheeks red,  smile soft like this with her hand in his.  there’s enough courage in the way that she makes him feel when she smiles at him like this that makes him want to finally do what he hopes they’ve both been thinking about for a while now --- even before they took the chance with this date.  his free hand moves up,  trembling just barely as his fingertips lightly brush her cheek.  his grin grows,  features bashful as he lets out a small, brief, quiet laugh.  ❝  amy,  i---  ❞  he whispers,  taking a moment just to look back at her.  ❝  well,  i’d--  i’d really like to kiss you, ❞   he speaks softly,  eyes looking between hers,  then to her lips,  then back to her eyes,  waiting to make sure it’s something she wants,  too.  

[doomdays-a]

@ghosthaunt   ❝  if you don’t like it,  you can be honest.  i can understand,  ❞   she tells him,  well aware that not everyone gravitates towards art the way she always has.  she hopes that in some way,  it’s been relaxing enough to him.  given the vague details aaron shared with her,  it seems like five could really use that break  ---  and that’s exactly what tracy’s here for.  he’s been to her class a few times by now,  and this is the first time she’s really checked in with him,  trying to give him enough time to process it all first.  ❝  gracie ---  she says she likes drawing with you. ❞  her indication that she knows he’s at least doing the work;  she just doesn’t know where he stands on it.

[kanimal]

❝  do you like this?  ❞   she asks,  holding out a tie-dyed crop top that’s never been worn.  there are a few clothing items she had recently bought,  more comfortable wearing new styles of clothing once she had been opening up with theo,  but now she sees no use for them.  she’s reverting back to a more simple style,  yet it doesn’t have to go to waste.  ❝  just seems more fitting for you,  i think.   you can have it,  if you want.  ❞     /    @ghosthaunt​.

[doomdays]

@ghosthaunt, offering him a chance to pick through her closet was the least she could do after the families' fight  (  the one that now feels like such a waste of energy,  because she's not convinced they're actually the enemy.  )  they're without a home, without their belongings, without extra clothes,  and she may not entirely understand what they're going through. but she wants to help in whatever way she can,  maybe because she knows she's one of the few, if not the only, members of her family who are willing to do so.  ❝  oh,  take whatever you need!  i’ve got so much  .  .  .  and,  really,  i can’t imagine what it’s like to not have your home anymore.  ❞   she shouldn’t feel guilty for it;  it’s not their fault, she just can’t help but feel that anyway given the circumstances --- even though she doesn’t realize this wasn’t exactly his home anymore, anyway.