#tw spirits

[therealopaartist]

Polites from EPIC: The Musical

My headcanon is that in death, Polites doesn’t have his glasses anymore (since he got hit pretty damn hard by the cyclops’ club) so he’s wandering blindly around The Underworld, but he still smiles.

[bananahkim]

Goretober day 11 × 𝔗𝔬𝔪𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶 8

Tw mild gore and spirits

Amputation & fav episode(blood moon ball-s1 ep15)

Bonus:

[lcstkey]

Cont. From Here  | @discerningjustice​

Two days ago, hm.... Selena muses as she racks her brain for an acceptable answer, “I was inside our apartment studying for an upcoming exam. My roommate walked out the door around 5 PM and I didn’t see her again after that.” The student unconsciously fiddles with the hem of her left sleeve while saying “studying for an upcoming exam”. 

The flash-drive weighs heavily inside her sweater pocket. She wants to give it to the attorney so that her roommate could receive justice, so to speak. [Justice cannot be his actual last name.] But in this Dark Age of Law, Selena wants to know if she can trust him with the case, to actually reach the conclusion that she has already figured out with the information burning in her pocket. 

Her eyes glance to her right, at a certain impatient specter, for a brief moment and sneezes into the crook of her arm. Selena quietly apologizes for her dust allergies as she doesn’t maintain eye-contact, casting them downward. 

[lcstkey]

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”   // from simon :)

Detective Wolfsong couldn’t say the truth. The detective knew that as a man who preferred facts and physical evidence, he would likely not believe her. Best case scenario, he would request the higher ups at the precinct that she is removed as detective of this case. Worst case scenario; lose her job and get tossed to the looney bin. 

“Sorry, Prosecutor, I must have spaced out.” She answers, her eyes straying from the ghostly phantom, likely their victim, curiously peeking over his shoulder from behind and shrugs it off. “You were saying?”

[whoknowsbud]

Later

From Cioccolata to the end

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

When Ciocolata’s 7 page beating comes, the ‘muda’s are replaced with the names of every victim used - except Giorno himself. Sorbet & Gelato move on, getting their own separation scene

Narancia's life is saved when he's skewered on the fence; the heart and brain aren't pierced, which have been revealed by now to be the core of Giorno’s ability to 'live'.

When Giorno's dream is achieved, his soul should have moved on. But because he feels he still needs to see this through himself, and because he's finally living as fully himself, he's anchored here. Having been so deeply touched by the souls of Irene, Sheila, Sorbet, & Gelato, his own soul has changed, and he feels comfortable enough to take some of their qualities while becoming much more like the Giorno Giovanna we know. He keeps the color of Gelato & Sorbet's eyes, uses Sheila E's hair colors to give his braid an ombre, and keeps some of Irene's voice - the rest is traditional Giorno Giovanna.

He reclaims the name Vaniglia, Vani for short.

[labyriinths]

@justicescreaming Emma said: “ Don’t let the candles go out and they’ll protect you, okay? “  for John Ross (Kids Verse)

Trick ‘r Treat (film) starter sentences

John Ross and Emma were playing in the barn like they normally did in the weekends. Every nook and cranny was a new adventurous hiding spot, waiting to be found. For some reason, he couldn’t even remember whose idea it was, but they were in front of a ouija board. With candles surrounding them in a circle, it was starting to get more real than he expected. Emma must have seen his hesitance to continue because she was reassuring him to ask the question. Gulping, he nodded feeling a pit in the stomach. “A-alright. Grandpa? Grandpa Jock. Are you there?” he asked clearly, his hands on the needle with Emma’s on top. Looking around, his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think this works,” he grumbled.

[gengarsho]

This thing REALLY needs to leave me alone, it's followed me for almost three years from our old house. It began as just a sense that someone was there, then it got to the point that it felt like it was about to touch me, and now it's at the point where it's actually making me feel sick. My head is throbbing and I almost fainted in the shower. I don't know what it is or what it wants, I just wish it would leave me alone