#ghostfame

[requelfameno]

everything in life has always been about protecting tara. that little girl, no matter what, was sam's very first best friend in life. each action and each choice that has ever been made has been in her name. has it been fair to place such a heavy responsibility on such a young girl? no, in fact, she wished she could have avoided it. avoid the need to be so overbearing: [ only if someone protected them the way kids needed to be. ]

@ghostfame : you’re the single most important thing to me .

" it's you and me forever, okay? that will never change. " it hurt her heart to force the young carpenter to be placed in such a difficult position. the feud was never between tara and her mother, only sam and christina. an ongoing fight since the ripe age of thirteen that now involved the one person who she dedicated her life to keeping safe: [ which has been it's own gnawing guilt. ] this life was not easy for the carpenter girls but together? they will fucking survive. " but i don't want you to not have a relationship with christina out of spite of what's happening with me. i won't ask you to choose between us. "

[diefame]

@ghostfame : don’t we hear enough of this story every year ?

it's    hard    to    rise above    the    staring,    especially    when    both    he    and    tara    find    themselves    occupying    the    same    public    space.    people    can't    help    it,    it    seems.    in    fact,    they    seem    to    rarely    actively    give    a    shit    about    common    curtesy. welcome    to    new    york.   

❛    apparently    not,    ❜    wes    grouses,    curling    his    expression    into    one    of    pained    disgust    as    he    makes    eye    contact    with    another    bug  - eyed    stranger    across    the    coffee    shop.    seriously ?    ❛    everyone    in    my    anatomy    class    just    knows    me    as    that    one    guy    who    got    shanked    in    the    spleen    by    a    thirty    year    old    man    baby    &    shot    in    the    foot    by    his    psycho    underage    girlfriend.    ❜    his    face    pivots    deeper    into    discontentment    at    the    memory.    ❛    which,    by    the    way .    .    .    so gross.    ❜

[261garage]

life in new york is beautiful, one she built from the ground up in the city that never sleeps. escaping her past was not easy, disconnecting from friends and family caused so much emotional, mental and physical strain. sometimes there were days she questioned whether or not she'd make it or if this life was even worth it. then she remembered: [ you're a goddamn survivor. ]

@ghostfame : we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy.

then tatum remembered no matter where she went, some evil would always be there. the next generation of fuckers trying to ruin their lives, disrupt their serenity - her serenity. it's a fucking mistake to do that. difference is? she's no longer a little girl but when she looked in tara's eyes ... she remembered what it was like to look into the eyes of casper : [ ghost face ] for the first time. they were kids. it all started when they were just kids. sighing, a hand pushes fallen locks of the girls hair behind her ears, " go get some sleep. we'll talk in the morning then, okay? "

[mirajens]

title: sweet tooth rating: t pairing: mishanks + ghostfam written for @theseventhstar's birthday found on ao3

summary: Single dad Mihawk really going through it trying to raise two kids by himself but he forgets to be sad when the kids' cute teacher smiles at him. More news at 8.

[catgirlkirigiri]

I call this one "Drizzlesong watches as their entire family slowly leaves RainClan"

[kentcoastghosts]

I was due to be at the #sbsevent2023 today to pick up my #sbswinner certificate from Theo Paphitis, but sadly I can't make it this year 😞 So to all of my fellow #SBS winners, I hope you all have an incredible day and I'll definitely see you all at the next one! 🤗 To everyone else; thanks so much for your support and patience this year! I can assure you the wait will be worth it, and we have some new ghosts going live over the next couple of days! I'll update you all soon 😉🖤👻 www.kentcoastghost.com (Link in bio!) 👻🖤👻🖤👻🖤👻🖤👻🖤 #KentCoastGhosts #sbswinners #ghosthunters #CollectableArt #MadeinGB #kentmakers #paranormalactivity #figurinecollection #gothicvibes #witchyart #ghoststyle #gothicaesthetic #ghostfam #horrorcommunity #ghostcore (at Kent, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpCrA0RMymb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[puppetmaster13u]

Btw when I say sea centaurs I am talking about things like crabs, sea slugs, shrimp, sea turtles, etc (also maybe some freshwater creachurs lol)

[kujakumai]

You like obscure yugioh lore theories, hm? Ok then, thoughts on the idea that the red dark magician was a rival to Mahad that served tkb? Their color schemes match up very well.

No evidence that TKB had anyone serving him. He worked alone and with his ghostfam as far as I can tell. Neat hc, but that's not a lore theory so much as a fanfic idea.

[abandoned-quiche]

ghostfam page

[requelfameno]

" i'm fine - don't worry about me. are you okay? "

@ghostfame , post scream 6

[infameous]

✆ 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . “ you’re not fine. and you don’t have to pretend that you are with me. ” , @ghostfame

𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞,  𝐚  𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫  —  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬  𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐧𝐞𝐰  𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤.  that  damned  book.  the  likes  of  which  gale  had  sworn  she  wouldn’t  write.  foolish  of  sam  to  believe  her  words  as  truth,  for  gale  never  preceded  them  with  on  the  record. 

the  letters  that  make  up  that  sentence  in  page  27  are  permanently  stamped  against  the  wrinkles  of  her  brain,  against  the  backs  of  her  eyelids  to  which  she’s  reminded  of  with  every  blink,  every  thought.  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙤𝙬𝙣  𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙚  𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩  𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛  𝙤𝙛  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢,  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣  𝙞𝙨  —  as  article  after  article  and  reddit  post  after  reddit  post  about  how  gale’s  statements  match  the  vitriols  that  the  conspiracy  theorists  were  spewing  about  her  would  ping  in  her  notifications.  

tara’s  voice  brings  her  from  out  her  stupor,  and  she  glances  away  from yet  another  headline,  𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡  𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙  𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙  𝙤𝙪𝙩  𝙤𝙛  𝙞𝙩  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖’𝙨  𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨  𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢  𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙  𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧  𝙤𝙛  𝙨𝙖𝙢’𝙨  𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚  𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡  𝙞𝙩  𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨  —  tears  welling  in  her  eyes,  quick  to  spill  over  onto  her  cheeks.  it  had  been  weeks  since  tara  had  found  her,  sobbing  and  clenching  gale  weathers’  latest  book,  𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀  𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲  𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮  𝗵𝗮𝗱  𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗱  𝘀𝗮𝗺  𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺  𝗼𝘂𝘁  𝗶𝘁  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘀𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝘁  𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻  𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀  𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝗶𝘁  𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱,  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝘆  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲  𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝗱  𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝘁𝗼  𝘀𝗮𝗺’𝘀  𝗼𝘄𝗻  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.  sam  raises  shaky  hands  to  quickly  swipe  at  her  cheeks  in  desperate  attempt  of  ridding  herself  of  the  evidence  of  her  torment,  her  weakness.  

❝  i’m  sorry,  ❞  sam  chokes  out,  ducking  her  chin  in  order  to  avoid  those  dark  brown  eyes  ;  ❝  she  knew  us,  tara  —  she  was  there,  she  saw  who  the  real  killers  were,  and  yet  .  .  .  unstable?  a  born  killer?  ❞  sam  swipes  at  her  tear filled  eyes  before,

❝  what  if  she’s  right?  ❞  sam  asks  miserably,  gaze  doing  anything  to  avoid  finding  tara’s  own,  ❝  what  if  she’s  right  and  —  and  no  matter  what  i  try  to  be  and  how  hard  i  try  to  be  it,  i’ll  only  end  up  exactly  what  they  think  i  am.  what  if  there’s  just  no  more  point  in  trying?  in  going  on?  what  if  she’s  right  and  it’s  just  best  for  everyone  that  i  go.  ❞  she  shifts,  gaze  down  as  she  leans  into  tara’s  side,  resting  her  temple  against  tara’s  shoulder,  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝  𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜  𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜  :  ❝  i’m  so  tired,  tare.  and  i’m  just  —  i’m  so  sorry.  ❞

[261garage]

ghost face was such an unpredictability of its horror. leaving woodsboro, california to escape that nightmare for it to be dragged all the way to new york city, new york ... the home she built for herself over the years of all fucking places that it had to follow. guess you could not defeat the fate : [ either survive or die; there's no in-between. ]

@ghostfame : why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again?

" don't get so pessimistic on me, tara carpenter. " trying to ease the young girls nerves, " worst case scenario you'll just have to visit my grave. that's still seeing me. "

[gonermaker-ocpicrew]

how is every single ghostfam gijinka so cunty

[minhkhoas]

Thought I’d post my carrd of Ghost-Maker related reading guides here!! 🙂‍↕️

[diefame]

ㅤㅤi mean ghostface is back, an independent writing blog for wesley ' 𝒘𝒆𝒔 ' hicks of 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 (2022). potentially canon divergent. plot oriented & headcanon based. written by ali. affiliated with : edie's @ghostfame.

[infameous]

✆ 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . 13. for one muse to fall asleep on the other after breaking down , @ghostfame

𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚’𝐬  𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐬  𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞  𝐚  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐨𝐟  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐚𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐧𝐨  𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞  𝐨𝐫  𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭  𝐭𝐨.  there’s  a  gratitude  there,  it’s  presence  awkward  and  odd,  at  tara  having  broken  down.  for  it  meant  a  cathartic  release  that  she  was  certain  tara  was  overdue  for.  sam  had  been  quick  to  have  gathered  tara  in  clambering  arms  as  soon  as  the  first  sob  escaped,  𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮  𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙤𝙬𝙣  𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛  𝙖𝙨  𝙞𝙛  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮  𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣  𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙  𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙡𝙮  𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩  𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖  𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢  𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮  𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩  —  as  though  she  simply  couldn’t  if  sam  was  there  so  desperately  attempting  to  hold  every  piece  in  place.  

at  tara’s  sudden  silence,  𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌  𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,  𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚞𝚙  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚏𝚏  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚛𝚒𝚋,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗  𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  —  but  the  relief  that  flooded  her  when  she  saw  that  tara  had  only  fallen  asleep  was  enough  to  knock  that  panic  from  off  where  it  perched,  kept  its  empty  grasping  fingers  from  taking  hold  of  her  heart.  

tara’s  since  slouched  slightly  against  sam’s  side,  and  sam’s  certain  she  can’t  be  comfortable.  and  so,  with  the  arm  that  isn’t  still  wrapped  around  tara,  she  reaches  for  the  throw  pillow  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  couch,  laying  it  on  her  lap  and  smoothing  out  the  fabric.  once  it’s  to  her  satisfaction,  sam  oh  so  gently  begins  to  guide  and  shift  tara  ‘til  her  temple  was  against  the  pillow,  gently  shushing  &  reassuring  her  any  time  she  stirred  from  the  movement.  one  hand  on  tara’s  arm,  sam  grabs  the  throw  from  off  the  back  of  the  couch  and  drapes  it  over  tara’s  sleeping  form,  𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘵  𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘢𝘴  𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵  𝘵𝘰  𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢’𝘴  𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳  𝘪𝘯  𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤  𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴  𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦  𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

(  they  were,  back  when  they  were  kids,  sam  hopes  that  act  of  comfort  is  akin  to  riding  a  bike  —  a  skill  that’s  never  lost,  just  rusty  )  

sam  continues  to  stroke  her  fingers  through  tara’s  hair,  tries  to  ignore  the  tremor  that’s  overtaken  them  at  every  motion  —  𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻  𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺  𝗹𝗶𝗽  𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹  𝗮  𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿  𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲  𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘀.  seeing  her  baby  sister  so  distraught  was  a  sight  she’d  run  into  ghostface’s  blade  in  order  to  never  again  witness,  in  order  for  tara  to  never  again  experience.  she  prays  tara’s  too  exhausted  to  notice  the  tremble  in  her  words  as  she  tells  her,

❝  it’s  okay,  just  sleep,  tare.  i’m  here,  and i’ll  be  right  here  when  you  wake  up.  i  promise.  ❞