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indie poltergeist oc. written by eno. rules about

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You hate the cold, but you always are; and you’re hurting, hurting, hurting — something has left a scar. What happened to you? Every so often, little pieces of fragmented memory flicker in your mind like fireflies dancing in the night. There is a red ball — fluorescent, a blue iris, and golden sunflowers. Then there is nothing. ( but that isn’t the entire truth. ) There is rage, there is pain, there is darkness.

— go. going. gone. ghost. vestige. visitant. // indie poltergeist oc by arph.

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[peerlesscucumbr]

Sorry I gotta go into temporary hiatus but apparently the damages are going to cost ~5K+ & also I have an interview for a new job u__u I don’t plan on dropping any threads but I completely understand if any of you do! I didn’t wanna ghost anyone so here’s the official hiatus notice.

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I should be able to do some things soon! I have an interview for a new job on top of repairing the water damage that occurred so slow I shall be…

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miimpii​:

     SHE nodded her head as a reply. “You can say that? But I’m not here to banish you or anything.” Ryo reassured the poltergeist, although she noted how grumpy the other looked when she enquired about the disturbances. From the stories she heard from the residents of the building, Ryo was certain he was the culprit behind them all – but of course, she decided to investigate on her own given how the authorities would not even bother with peculiar cases like this.

     TAKING one glance around the apartment she was in, Ryo returned her attention back to the other. “If that’s what you want, I could tell them that?” She asked. “I mean, I doubt it’s your fault for starting those strange events in the first place since they might be disturbing your peace.” She tilted her head afterwards. “This is your home, right?”

It wasn’t his home per say  — he was a bit of squatter himself truth be told. There was no papers with his name on it , no bills or rent to pay , but still he claimed it as his own. In his own ghostly values , that was as good as owner ship. He was sure the others , particularly the living would decide other wise , but his own opinion was far more important here.

With a confused blink , his lips downturn towards a frown. “ You’re taking my side ? ” he asks incredulously. To that he fidgets nervously , eyes darting erratically looking for some sort of danger. Though he finds none , he takes a step back wearily   — “ What do you want in return for that ? ” Even absent memories , it was quite obvious that no one did anything for free. “ You got someone on your hit list or something ? ”

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commission by yofugashi_mel on twt

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@qaesitr // plotted starter

Perhaps he should reevaluate why the horrified looks on their faces sends a morbid thrill down his spine , electric volts that tantalizes his brain. Should he be enjoying this ? There is a part of him that remarks they were only doing the job they were hired to do, but there isn't a chance for closer inspection as the residents flee , not even bothering to take their belongings. 

Finally!

All that damn construction, whirring and demolition , yet somehow he was the unwanted disturbance. With a single throw, he had sent their hammer flying across the room , embedding into the drywall with a satisfying crack.

He was tired of it all , the constant noise amplifying the throbbing in his skull. — And still , even one construction crew less, Emil could not hear the silence he so craved. With the thin walls of the apartment he could make out the buzz of tumbling laundry beneath his feat , the bang of rock music above, and perhaps what tried his patience the most was the arguing of a couple nearby. 

It is like a dam is broken ; once he began he could not stop. It starts with the construction crew , and ends with the couple , each apartment thoroughly driven to fear — scratches grooved into the walls , doors ripped off their hinges — if it could break it would be shattered beneath the heavy weight of his fury.

It occurs to him one day that he has yet to break one thing , the people. It is a dark thought , he knows , but that desire stirs. 

But he listens instead — silence, at long last silence.

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         ghosts ?   he believes in .   mostly because he’s seen them with his own eyes and never wants to do that again .   the nightmares and sleepless nights that followed for several months weren’t exactly ideal .   however ,  as much as daniel wants to control what happens in his life ,  he can’t .   if that were the case ,  he’d be a millionaire in incheon .   the way the hair on the back of his neck stands up as soon as he walks into the room ,  he knows .   but instead of running out like a sane person ,  he continues .   it’s not like he has a regard for his own personal safety .   he enters taking a deep breath ,  glancing around before speaking .    ‘  i got this apartment a year ago and i haven’t had any problems out of the other ghosts .   if you’re here to fuck with me then throw me out that window and get it over with .  ’

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He’s genuinely surprised that this one even knows he’s here , but forget that  — most bewildering of all is how willing this man is to be defenestrated. He doesn’t bother with his usual poltergeist antics , and instead manifests before the owner of the apartment. He appreciates this straight-forwardness , there’s really only so many times he can slam random doors , and throw knives before he feels like a cliché out of like every haunted house movie ever.

 “Really  — ? ” You mean he didn’t have to write weird things on the walls and clean it up after again ? ( cause who wanted to live with nonsense scrawled on the walls? Not him , certainly. )

“ If I throw you out , you’re just gonna hand over your place? Cause I can arrange that and we can skip the whole haunting thing, but man , what’s wrong with you —  ? You’re more bummed out that me and I’m dead.”

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might move this boy to LOW ACTIVITY. I’m much more active at @peerlesscucumbr & @everqi

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UWU got a commission for emil // by y_3ll0 on twt

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miimpii​:

     THE fact she was affiliated with the supernatural since young, it was no surprise that Ryo would not be afraid of spirits like him. In fact, it was only a small spook she had when the medium saw him – which she was left with curiosity about his existence. But judging from his response and the quick shift of his expression, Ryo leaned back and huffed, before she shook her head in reply to his question. “I’m not lost at all. I’m here to investigate on something, actually.” She told him and tilted her head.

   “Are you the disturbance people were talking about though? Because they did mention of a few things being flung around too…”

Ah, shit. He knew he overdid it a bit when he flipped the table of his “neighbors.” He supposes they thought an  empty apartment next door was an excuse to play awful music at four a.m. in the morning. The beat was still in his brain, rattling around in there like a couple of coins in his skull. He remembers shattering glass across the floors, the shrill piercing noise as the partygoers froze in shock. It was justified in his opinion  — it wasn’t like they had been considerate.

“What are you, some kind of exorcist  — ?” With no care to conceal it, he rolls his eyes. “Listen just tell that apartment to have some neighborly respect and I won’t throw their shit anymore.”

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and when u pray u can / feel god slipping through your / fingers, hot-white / with indifference

[everqi]

Just a note, I’m going to change my alias from eno back to my original “arph.” I was just using a separate te alias bc I was sort of embarsssed with writing after it’s been so long. I’m having a lot of fun here tho so :-) I think I’m okay to use my original!

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official starter call! like this post and I’ll slide into your dms to plot. Alternatively you can hop straight into mine if you have ideas!

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@multifates // starter

Emil is dead and the world keeps moving.

Despite all his effort, he had figured out nothing about himself, and these days he’s starting to doubt he ever will.

At least by the ocean side, where the waves rise and fall, for a moment he can pretend time stands still along side him instead of ruthlessly pressing forward and leaving him behind. With his jeans rolled up to his knees, he happily wades in the tide pools, small splashes of salty water and footprints hopefully going unnoticed by other beach goers. It is a dangerous thing he knows, staying in one place too long. There were times visitors seemed to squint at his form in the distant, before deciding that the boy they saw, blurry and peculiar was no more than a trick of the sunlight casting her rays across the golden sand.

Though he’s been here for a couple days now, he can’t help but to remain fascinated with the pockets of life caught between water and land. They are like him away, isolated to their own world, holding onto their own way of life. Though he doesn’t quite remember, he thinks he must have enjoyed doing this when he was alive as well. The water is frigid, as he carefully steps around the small creatures. He finds a rock to sit upon, casting his gaze outwards.

It is another thing that interests him, the people. They are fleeting in a way, coming and going, and often he feels a somber jealously building. Most of them enjoy the ocean with their friends and family. There are however, other people too that come to the beach alone. He prefers to watch them more. Some act if they are ghosts too, staring into deep blue contemplating. Then there are his favorite kinds of people, the ones who simply immerse themselves in what the enjoy. Surfers, fishermen, swimmers — they all fit neatly in the scene before him.His hands itch to scratch their forms into paper and immortalize the moment. Such things however, are long since past. Instead, he picks up a rock and tosses it towards the ocean hoping to skip it across the gleaming surface.

It sinks in a single jump.

He’s talking to himself as he laughs at his own skill — “That sucked.”

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mentor breakdown #2: zhennan acting cute

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unhclys​:

                  fingers trace their way up the harts neck, her movements would be his eyes; the wooded area had become dark enough his eyes wouldn’t adjust. his trust in her would be fully on the idea that she would react quickly should it be dangers coming their way, vellian kept an ear out for the barking – however, it seemed to stop after his whistle. to him, this situation was still one that could go either way, had bandits left their dog out for this type of trap? dark eyes still scanned the darkness, perhaps they’d see fire or some type of lamp.

                  it took several moments before he heard the rush of paws, yet, athros remained calm; even after the mabari had come to her side. vellian chuckled at the sound of the dog, happy he would assume. “Hey there little one,” he murmured, “you gave us a fright.” sliding off the hart he reached his hand out for the canine in the darkness, “are you los–” moving brush caught his attention, hand moved quickly to grab his arrows; “name yourself, im armed and will not hesitate.”

It is his own fault, he admits, when he runs into this encounter. Too much time in solitude had lowered his guard, and with it he had forgotten the danger of outsiders. There is an elf , a hart , but most important of all is his foolish four legged friend who had run head first into unknown company.  — and she has the audacity to sit there unencumbered, with her little tail wagging without a care in the world.

Experience tells him this will be unpleasant, but a twinge of hope tells him that perhaps, a stranger is only that  — an individual you have yet to know. Surely not everyone in the world was filled with malicious intent. It is a stupid thought, and it dies as soon as he realizes the elf is armed.

“Don’t point that thing at me,” he hisses in displeasure, “You’re the one holding onto my friend.”