#ghostline

[bulografik]

[utcpias]

          ♡.    charlie    &    ??

                              ♡.       “do not flirt with me cause i’m gonna start daydreaming about us.” @ghostline​

[failed-prince]

@gclgcthasterrcr continued from here:

TT: Not quite what I meant. You can always see it.

TT: Or. Not you. Whatever. Close enough.

TT: Aloha is a good sign. I've never made that be a thing before, so aloha right back at you.

[xenolis]

rip

[xenolis]

forgot to post this like,,, two months ago rip. anyway two new characters!!

[pavel-nosok]

Needles to say, Ghostline drags tattoo stencil making ‘inkto’ the current millennium

Some of us are fans of dip-n-rip tattoos with very little planning. Who cares, it’s not like tattoos are permanent, right? Others prefer a slightly more measured approach. If you’ve ever gotten a delicate, detailed tattoo, you may have been surprised by how long it takes your tattoo artist to go from doodle to having the rough outline of your soon-to-be body art transferred onto your skin.…

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[lonehearts-a]

starter call. / @ghostline ; harper to ??

" — don't worry, i'm not recording. i honestly can't even figure out how to turn it on in the first place." harper waves around the small handheld camera he was gifted earlier, then squints at the buttons again. despite wearing his glasses, he can't see the record button, so it's more of an accessory at the moment. "anyway, hey !!"

[giventakes]

closed for @ghostline​ / based

word travels fast amongst palace workers despite nearly every single one denying knowing a single thing regarding the latest royal proposal and rumored rejection. gossip isn’t very prestigious, you know? especially when the people meant to serve the royal family are only ever gossiping about them. cleo, though—

she loves it. has for a long while, honestly. it gives her something to laugh about when she’s washing the dirt from under her fingernails, or when weeding starts to feel too mind-numbing to focus on what’s good and what’s not. 

these days, it’s also given her a reason to keep leaving flowers by the unrelenting rejector’s door. (more like one reason among many, but none of the other workers need to know about any of that.) 

(except for the one coworker waiting for her to get her ass back down the hallway, so she can drop her flowers and run without bumping into—)

“oh—” her steps halt instantly, shoes letting off a bit of a squeak on the polished floor in pure surprise. shit. fuck. shit. fuck. shit. fuck. shit. fuck— “i’m so sorry, your royal highness. i’m in a bit of a rush, i didn’t mean to run,” comes her poor excuse, along with an equally shitty and delayed curtsy. her sidesteps to get away are a little more polished, though, as is an awkward smile. “forgive me. is— um, is there anything i can help you with?” say no; for the love of god, say no—