#all a ghost can do is haunt

[octoberbirdsreading]

well here comes tags to organise webweaves and they’re all really angsty cause I like acting like an edgy bitch

to haunt and be haunted - both the ghost and the house

i tried to be good - feeling unworthy

home is the first grave - never made it out of that house

the poison drips through - am I just like my parents

god loves you but not enough to save you - religious guilt

something is rotten inside me - the rot and the shame that comes with

always an angel never a god - never enough for anyone

to live for the hope of it all - wanting to live

all a ghost can do is haunt - ghosts of memories

we used to be friends - stranger I know everything about

this was always going to happen - doomed

everything i want so say I swallow - fear of judgment

I suffer in my loving and you know it - when loving hurts

someone has to leave first - abandonment issues

the earth was made for lovers - nature and life

i was born knowing you - soulmates of all kinds

we accept the love we think we deserve - worthy of love

everything i had i gave - wanting to fit in

here is my hand that will not harm you - learning to trust

can I dream for a few months more - chronic daydreamer

memories feel like weapons - old wounds ache

they see right through me - fear of being seen

i never grew up it’s getting so old - nostalgia and melancholia

what will it take for me to be cared for too - longing for love

when will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me - hunger

i don’t know why I can’t make people love me - not fitting in

to think that we could stay the same - bittersweet separations

you dangle on the leash of your own longing - you’re not the one holding the leash

[happygoldfishart]

finding out they're closing muppet vision

[drowning-moonlight]

Honestly I want to see Garp be wracked with guilt. I want to see him really think about and reflect on his actions and his in-actions. I want him to remember that he promised Roger that he would protect Ace from the Marines and I want him to sit with the knowledge and guilt that he broke that promise, no matter the reason.

Yes I know Garp was a Marine and had no obligation to help a pirate but he was also a grandfather who absolutely had an obligation to help his grandson. I want him to think about that. I want him to be haunted by that. I want him to face that.

I want him to think about how the last words that Roger ever spoke to Garp were, "My unborn child is innocent... I trust you... Save my child... I know you. You'll do it." I want Garp to think about that constantly. I want that to keep him up at night. I want Garp to think about how he took this new born baby out of his dead mother's arms and agreed to protect him and then proceeded to not actually do anything to protect him.

I need Garp to be haunted by the ghosts of Roger, Rouge, and Ace. The whole damn family just haunting this man from beyond the grave.

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Definitely real deleted scene from the Agatha All Along Finale (it happened in my heart, okay?)

⚠️‼️Warning: SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! ⚠️‼️

Billy, after tracking down Jen: So…that’s how it happened.

Jen, sipping her wine: Mmhm.

Billy: Aaaaaandddddd now Agatha’s haunting me. Somehow she’s become MORE annoying as a ghost.

Jen, finishing her drink: That sounds about right.

Billy: You’re…surprisingly not surprised by any of this. Did you figure it out already, or…?

Jen, pouring herself another glass: I had an inkling.

Ghostly Lilia, poking her head into the room: We helped.

Billy: *chokes*

Bonus:

Billy, eyeing Ghost! Lilia: So, uh…you said we, right? Where’s Alice?

Jen, sighing: She’s outside. She gets all poltergeist-y when she’s upset and my house’s electrical system can’t take it.

Ghost! Alice from out the window: YOU KILLED ME FOR MY POWER AND THEN DIDN’T EVEN USE IT?! YOU LITERALLY THREW MY LIFE AWAY FOR A KISS, YOU ASSHOLE OF A LESBIAN!

Ghost! Agatha, poking her head out the window: So…no hard feelings?

Ghost! Alice: *glaring at her*

[pumpkinrootbeer]

TikTok bitches want to talk about haunting the narrative AND THEN NOT MENTION THIS QUEEN

[teddybeartoji]

being on here sure is a good distraction though things are not looking very sexy irl i can't lie

[sysig]

Do you remember? Nope! (Patreon)

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[tetzoro]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[witchtwig]

I don't have a complete thought for this yet, but it is interesting that in episode 5 before she says that ghosts have unfinished business, Lilia states that "emotion ties them to this plane"--

Agatha died during an incredibly emotional moment, crying as she kissed the woman she had been fleeing from for years. Agatha who has so many unpacked, unprocessed emotions as she's avoided really sitting with them for years. She hid behind the Darkhold to be invulnerable.

I really think that's like an interesting thread to explore with her as a ghost for a potential season 2. Not just mentoring Billy and fulfilling that part of her that has always wanted to raise a protege in a way she never was. But also maybe unlike this first season where in a lot of ways it was Agatha's Avoidant All Along, we actually get to see her unpack some things (which I would imagine largely revolve around Nicky and even moreso Rio (given she began to process a little bit around Nicky in the first season)).

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[rhymaes]

The Untamed, Eps. 19, 20 // Red, Chase Berggrun

[nohara-rin-dot-mp3]

He's running through the woods, heart pounding, electricity spasming through his twitching fingers. He has to reach the clearing. He has to find Rin so that he can kill her.

It's the logic of dreams- a mixture of foreknowledge and complete helplessness that strings him along to the inevitable ending of his memory-flashback-nightmare: Rin, dead at his hand, staring at him as the last sparks of life fade from her eyes, expression twisting into-

something.

It's haunted him for years. Kakashi doesn't know what she was thinking or feeling during that last moment, but his unconscious mind is always willing to provide a few helpful suggestions.

He moves forward without moving, limbs that are too small following the script without his input, with the ease that comes from dreaming. The world tunnels forward- deposits him into-

"Kakashi," she coughs.

Blood drips out of her mouth, an off-red that is so jarringly wrong that he pauses, leaving his hand extended through her chest. Awareness of his nightmares has never helped him before, but tonight, for some reason, something shifts. This is not the same dream anymore. The forest fades away, and Kakashi soldiers past the script.

"Rin," he breathes. He didn't get to say it, the first time.

She closes her mouth and examines him. The sparks of that thing that he has never named lingers in her eyes even as she smiles softly at him.

"You really..." she says, tone stilted and dull in grating contrast with her expression. "Hah. I always hated you, you know."

It's too absurd, even for a dream. Kakashi draws his arm back, ignoring the sticky, cloying blood that flies free as he does and plants his feet, reeling from the absurdity. "You wouldn't say that."

Rin pauses.

"She wouldn't say that," Kakashi says. "The real Nohara Rin wouldnt say that. It's true that I'm trash... but she still wouldn't say that."

Rin hums, rocks back on her heels. "The real Rin... ha! I guess that's true."

She smiles bitterly.

"I am sorry," Kakashi says. The words are salty-sweet; an apology he has never given, constrained to relive the same fate as he usually is. It might be selfish to take this moment to give it- but-

"I should be saying that," Rin counters. "I shouldn't have jumped."

"No!" Kakashi protests. "No, you were just- you thought you needed to. I could never begrudge you for that."

"It wasn't that," Rin frowns. "It was... well, I wanted to... be known, I guess."

Kakashi shakes his head. It doesn't make sense. It's not the strange, unravel-able logic of a dream, but it's not true. That can't be true.

"Guess it didn't work, huh?" Rin says, voice faux-light. "Ah, well, it was my fault in the first place. For wanting it. It was the wanting that made me deserve it."

"It was my fault-" Kakashi starts.

"Make up your mind!" Rin laughs. "Either I made a noble sacrifice and you were the tool I wielded for it, or I chose to end things in the worst way possible, and caught you in the blast radius. The decision was good or bad- you can't pick or choose the blame."

Kakashi chokes on relief and guilt- this is absolution that he does not deserve, not from her, not here, when she is less real than ever. He holds it close to his heart, anyways, because he is selfish, because he wants to believe her.

"You were always such a hypocrite!" Rin says. "I don't know why I expected that to change."

"This isn't you," Kakashi says. "This isn't Rin."

The unspoken but hangs in the air. The specter tilts her head.

"Thank you," says Kakashi.

"Yeah, yeah," says Rin. "Don't thank me. I only wanted to see how things turned out."

"And how are they?" Kakashi asks. He knows what she's going to say- but even still, he hopes-

"Terrible," Rin says. "I'm really disappointed."

It's exactly the condemnation he deserves.

"No one bothered to try and remember me," Rin adds, shaking her head, tone wistful.

"I remember," Kakashi offers, desperate. "Sometimes it feels like all I do is-"

"You remember the real Nohara Rin!" Rin corrects him. "Not me. Never me. I thought you'd figure it out- but I guess you were never all that interested in looking beyond the basics of your self-flagellation. If you really want to honor my memory- stop using me as an excuse. I only did it because i was mad, anyways."

She catches his eyes, gaze suddenly, startlingly piercing. Kalashi takes a step back, propelled by some deep, primal fear. That's not right- this should be wrong, but he gets the feeling-

Had her eyes always been like this?

"This hole has always been here," Rin says, gesturing down at her missing heart. "I thought people might realize, but you're all stupid, self-absorbed idiots, so none of you thought to look."

This isn't what she's supposed to be mad about. Kakashi has done wrong by her- but not like this. The accusation feels oddly distant, because this wasn't his sin. This wasn't his sin- but guilt crawls up his throat, anyways.

"You just tore down the curtain," Rin says. "So it's not fair that you got credit for for the entire thing. Friend-killer Kakashi? Tch. All you did was look in the box. I was dead the whole time."

He doesn't understand.

The moment begins to unwind. He's waking up- but he has to stay here a little longer, because the one question he never got the chance to ask- the one thing he's always wondered-

"What was wrong?" Kakashi asks in a rush, as the ground falls out beneath him. "Why were you different? What were you feeling, when you died?"

What was that thing in your eyes?

Rin smiles, perfect and angelic, and then her eyes open again, and he sees it- that spark that he has never deciphered. She opens her mouth-

And he wakes up to sweat and dog hair and kunai-patterned sheets, the memory of the dream fading fast.

"It was different this time," he tells Pakkun, when he lifts his head questioningly. "It was... there was something..."

He can't figure it out. His hands are clean, skin an unhealthy white, but utterly untouched by blood. He feels worse than usual- he feels like-

Kakashi lays back down and closes his eyes again.

[ulteri0rm0tives]

:) Just thinking about this song...

[soviet-siscon]

ah fuck. I say I'm going to cry a lot but i feel like I'm genuinely going to cry now.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Just found your class swap au and I have absolutely fallen in love! I'd love to hear basically everything about it! Especially like what subclasses they might be!

Also the art is so so so good!!! They're all so expressive!!! Ahhhhh!!! I'm just here screaming as I look at they over and over again!!!

thank you I'm glad ur enjoying ur time here! we don't got everything in place yet (bc that requires like, writing lol) but I do have some ideas of subclasses if that's what ur looking for here. riz I'm thinking college of whispers -> college of lore, gorgug's domain of peace -> domain of twilight, fabian I think starts out as phantom rogue and then swashbuckling rogue + some levels in ranger? kristen I think starts out with wild magic idk if she'd move away from that. maybe lunar sorcery? fig is currently either path of the giant or totem warrior but I imagine she will also pick up at least two more classes (paladin definitely one of them which lol. lmao). adaine I'm thinking battlesmith -> armorer + some levels in fighter. that's about it for now