#ghostpocky

[crispyblonde-a]

@ghostpocky gets a starter from ghost!jess

      ❝ m-my boyfriend. i stayed for him. but i couldn’t reach out to him. i didn’t want him to be alone but i never got to help with it. ❞

        her soul had been tied to her necklace, one he had happened to have in a pocket of his wallet when she was murdered. she had been drunk and asked him to hold onto it while they were out with friends because she felt that it was too tight around her neck. despite her attempts to keep an eye on sam and make sure he was never alone, he had been murdered before her very eyes by one of the other special children. for all she knew he was in heaven now without her, wondering where she was. or maybe the reaper that had taken him had told him about her refusal. she could never be sure. not as sure as she was that her death had truly been all for nothing. she had to die so sam cold continue his path for azazel and he had allowed him to be murdered by another. apparently he was just as disposable as she had been.

       among the chaos and dean’s grief, the necklace had gotten lost. so jess was stuck following it around finally ending up where she was currently. it had been a long time since she had been able to talk to anyone. unable to learn from other spirits. unable to reach out to a living person to burn the necklace, to allow her to move on. she really had no purpose left on earth and she was worried that she would become a vengeful spirit.

     ❝ what about you? what kept you here? ❞

[mudoro]

@ghostpocky approaches.

     Of course, he would notice the one person struggling to read the signs, wondering where to go to get somewhere, asking people who kept walking along for directions. People were busy, here, didn’t stop for anyone. Pulling out some money, he leaves it on the table, grabbing the small pastry left behind and finishing it off as he walks towards the girl. 

     He could probably make some money off of this.

“Excuse me?” Giorno waves, a smile on his face. “You seem lost, is there any way I could help?”

[boozerot-blog]

@ghostpocky

        “   THIS IS A REEAAAAALL... real dingy lookin’ place. 

               What’s a teenage girl like you doing hanging around here ? I-I’d go home if I were you, some suspi -IIIIIIII- cious folks stroll around areas like these, ‘SPECIALLY AT NIGHT. Gotta. Gotta WATCH ‘EM. T-they’re comin’ for you. They’ll get you.   “ 

[pompadxur-archived]

mmy url o;

MEME. / ( Accepting )

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: REIMI IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE JOJO GIRLS, im love her.  how they play them: 100% spot on the real reimi exists… seriously the way you write her, i can almost hear her talking in your writings. you almost always blow me away with your writings every time. the mun: AAAAAAA REIMI, you’re such a talented person and so kind. i always love talking to and writing with you when we do? you’ve helped me feel a little more self confident about myself and my presence here, and i’m really glad to know u. my future roomie :^)

do i;

follow them: uh yEAH?rp with them: a little, but we reALLY GOTTA THREAD MOREwant to rp with them: YES ALWAYSship their character with mine: i honestly have never thought about josuke and reimi in any way other than in a platonic way, in fact josuke’s standoffish-ness about ghosts and shit has kind of made him think of her as moreso of an acquaintance than anything. BUT, it would be interesting to see how they’d do in a romantic direction, so if you’re cool with that? then i’d be open to it.

what is my;

overall opinion: Well, well, well, Richard Ramirez. Long have I looked for you, you nasty wolf in sheep’s clothing

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[yakuzen-ryori-blog]

@ghostpocky

The knife slid with a bright ring off the wet surface of the stone. Her hand moved gently, full of reverence at each careful swipe. Softly she broke into a spirited hum. A flick from one side, a flick from the other. The knife glistened, almost blinding under the powerful lights. Beside her whetstone lay several other blades of various size. Not a soul kept her company. Suddenly there came a crash, a jar of pickled plums shattering just a foot away. She jolted, snapping her head to the left. Her eyes shot with fear, her breath picking up pace. A shocking chill raced up her spine as her hands grew clammy. 

“Who’s there?”

She desperately called, unable to conceal the mounting terror. Her heart raced as she tightened her grip on the knife handle. Brandishing it forward, she backed into the fridge, wincing at the impact. 

“I’m not afraid to stab you! If it’s Nao Sadatsuka in here I’ll run you right out the window you came from!”

Her lips quivered, her teeth chattering after her words. Every hair on her skin bristled to life. Goosebumps did laps up and down her arms, the beat of her heart growing louder and louder as if fit to burst.  

[dispensemiracles]

@ghostpocky

“Alright Reimi, do you know what the secret to giving a good concert is? It’s being able to sing while still keeping your smile! Try doing one push up and smiling at the same time.”

Grinning, she waved a hand over the chipped pavement. Then, she calmly set down a withered boombox. Shuffling within her bag, in seconds out came a single cassette tape. Holding it up toward the sunlight, her eyes squinted as the thing was given a final inspection. Blowing across the surface, she rubbed it against her shirt. Popping open the tray, she grinned once more as she slid the tape inside. 

“It’s not much, but I also made a little mix tape. It’s full of a bunch of stuff from the seventies and eighties.”

A final dip into her bag revealed her worn camcorder. Alongside it came a towering tripod. Scrawled in rough characters down a leg was a name, Niko. 

“Hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed this tripod just so we could film today!”

[inochidzuna-blog]

This town had never been normal, but everyone else seemed to be a fool to think that nothing strange went on in this town. Their minds didn’t seem able to wrap around the fact that there were a few oddities living among them. Giorno Giovanna was one of them, the only one aware to any of the truths hidden from the large percentage of people living on this earth in today’s world. 

While he found himself being raised like any other normal human, a boy who was raised by Jonathan Joestar and Erina Pendelton. He had overwhelming good fortune for a good home and luck was a constant cycle that was an ever turning wheel, those around him found themselves affected. Consistency was never in his life unless you considered that the one unchanging thing, things were ever moving and of course it’d come to his attention eventually. Longing for stability and a reason why he found himself turning to tarot through someone that knew what they were doing. 

At thirteen he had come to seek out his upperclassman Reimi Sugimoto who had just been an acquaintance he knew to be into fortunes. A simple reading was all he asked for even if he found it to be silly, something was telling him to do it was all. He had picked randomly and gotten six cards picked out and got a boring read but found himself strangely drawn in despite the brief laugh had. A strange feeling when seeing the wheel of fortune card like it was connected to him and it wouldn’t leave his mind.

Two years had passed and now he was fifteen, dreams of his weren’t normal considering that for the last few months seemed like past lives. In every moment had with his eyes shut to drift off all those nights that card came to haunt him along with what he’d simply label as memories. Last night was the worst though, he had dreamed without his mind giving him a break and woken up in a cold sweat. His dream consisted of the creation of tarot cards and he had never went back to bed after it, simply staring at the ceiling till his alarm went off with a shrill.

 “Reimi-san, a worry has been interrupting my days a lot, can we take a quick break?” With a good rest was lacking from him, his eyes droopy from what he couldn’t get a break from despite being awake for hours and hours. “Do you have your deck on you today? I’d like a quick reading right now if you don’t mind.” They were doing school work at his house after what felt like the longest day of school in his life and if he was unlucky the answer would be a no for the day. 

[spiral-cursed]

@ghostpocky

๑ - Something was drawing her to this place- a mix between a sick feeling in her stomach and a hand pulling her forward towards this street in particular. She had followed her sense for the simple reason that she had nothing better to do at the moment. Her foster parents had told her to be outside the house this afternoon for a reason she didn’t ask for, and she had been doing little else than wandering around the new town she had been placed in this time.

She felt an usually cold breeze at her feet, chills running up her spine without any explainable reason.What was going on? What was the source of this sudden, terrible feeling of dread?

“H..hello? Is someone there?” she called out, even if she heard no footsteps to make her guess there might have been another human being around. Maybe she should just head back home, this probably wasn’t a good idea...