#holdalone

[specterseenarchived]

forrest & robin. @holdalone  @ghsteye

[thxemazingem]

@holdalone

“Hey, Forrest! C’mere!” Em beckons him to sit beside xer. Once he does, xe reaches up and starts playing with his hair. “Sorry, can you lie down? I know I’m not short, but you’re so damn tall!”

[lonelyhaunt]

@holdalone asked: I’m scared…

their gaze shifted from the idiot throwing a public T A N T R U M over something or other to forrest. “you wanna get out of here? that dude’s lack of common sense may be C O N T A G I O U S.” they grinned in hopes of lightening up the situation a bit. “c’mon, i’ll R A C E ya down the block and i promise to consider not using my ghost powers.”

[phantomguitar]

@holdalone​ whispered:  ❉: Our muses go into a haunted house together.

»» ──────ஓ๑☩๑ஓ ────── ««     ɪᴛ  ᴛᴏᴏᴋ  ᴀ   lot  to  legitimately  scare  or  frighten  luke  ;   the  things  that  set  off  his  bandmates,  like  spiders  or  other  bugs,  didn’t  usually  get  to  him.   when  forrest  mentioned  going  to  a  haunted  house,  he  was  actually  pretty  excited.   he  found  the  experience  to  be  rather  INVIGORATING  ;   while  most  of  the  ghosts  that  were  there  he  couldn’t  interact  with,  it  was  interesting  to  see  just  how  many  other  individuals  shared  his  realm,  and  the  realm  that  forrest  could  see.   ❝ ...  there  really  isn’t  that  much  here  to  be  afraid  of  ...  we  can  both  see  everything  that  happens  around  us.   strange  how  being  a  ghost  makes  you  consider  how  things  aren’t  really  HAUNTED  anymore,  huh? ❞

[phantomguitar]

@holdalone​ whispered:  “Please don’t say mean things to me.”

»» ──────ஓ๑☩๑ஓ ────── ««     ʙʀᴏᴡꜱ  ꜰᴜʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ  ᴀɴᴅ   he  blinked,  tilting  his  head  to  one  side.   ...  he  didn’t  know  that  what  he  just  said  would  come  off  as  rude,  or  even  mean.   he  thought  he  was  being  POLITE  by  saying  how  crumpled  forrest’s  shirt  collar  looked  ;   it  only  appeared  unique  to  him.   he  frowned  and  shrugged.   ❝ ...  i’m  ...  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  sound  rude  ...  i  was  complimenting  you.   it’s  a  nice  style. ❞

[lonelyhaunt]

@holdalone asked: “Is everything ok?”

"yeah, of course! haven't you heard, friendo? life is G O O D on this side of hollywood." the words tumbled from their lips without thought, their usual sarcastic defense coming to the forefront before their mind had fully registered the situation. they shook their head, expression softening. "sorry. i didn't mean to sound so harsh. i'm just...havin' a M O M E N T, y'know?"

[specterseenarchived]

setting prompt meme

@holdalone​​ sent:         o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face .

quiet scribbling noises came from her side. she’s currently drawing a ghost she saw yesterday. it was humanoid. those were always interesting to draw since they didn’t really have detailed features besides basically kind of looking like a blob. slightly disheveled hair and bangs crowded her face as she continued. she finds comfort in this local coffee shop. she wanted to show forrest that it was a nice place to sit in. today was quiet which made it even better. she had finished her tea 20 minutes ago and fell silent as she focused on her journal. 

robin looked up at the sudden, unexpected touch. when she realized what he was doing, a shade of pink coloured her cheeks. the act wasn’t unwelcome. robin looked back down in an attempt to hide her smile but she’s sure he sees it anyway.     “sorry, i don’t mean to ignore you.”

[phantomguitar]

@holdalone​ whispered:  "Are you blushing?"

»» ──────ஓ๑☩๑ஓ ────── ««     ʜᴇ  ʜᴀᴅ  ʙᴇᴇɴ   trying  to  hide  it,  keeping  his  gaze  fixed  on  the  ground,  his  gaze  averted  so  he’d  be  able  to  look  anywhere  but  directly  at  any  part  of  forrest.   the  sheer  amount  of  shame  he  could  feel  bubbling  up  under  the  surface  at  the  fact  that  he  just  FELL,  took  a  nose-dive  toward  the  ground  after  tripping  over  something  he  thought  he’d  go  right  through,  was  something  he  didn’t  really  remember  the  feeling  of.   there  weren’t  many  things  that  could  embarrass  him,  but  tripping  over  his  own  feet,  as  a  GHOST,  on  something  that  lifers  interacted  with,  completely  took  the  cake.   ❝ n-no,  what  are  you  even  talking  about  ... ?! ❞