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[radioiaci]

@ghostlyrps ⧐ continued from here.

The murmur of his shortened name was ignored, too preoccupied with making sure that once they were within the safety of his booth that he could make his way over to the couch he'd placed in there. Sometimes slept in there, as opposed to his room. Both were mostly off-limits to others.

Steadily, slowly, he settled Ghost down onto it, crouching over them and doing what he could to assess where the damage was. This was no different from any other time. Could not possibly be. They were simply tired. Exhausted, most likely.

The blood drew his eyes and he began to reach with hands to try and feel out where the wounds were, only as careful as was strictly necessary. The laceration across the body was the most obvious. And he began to rapidly manifest cloth and fabric that he could press up against it; try to stem the tide. He couldn't stitch it up if it were still actively weeping, he decided.

Internally, he swore.

He was no angel. Used to hodge-podge repairing his own injuries which suited him just fine. But he did not think that would do here.

"...Tell me if you're conscious," he said aloud, a slight bit of feedback evident in his words.

Not sure if he expected an answer or not.

[soldmysoultoatv]

@ghostlyrps

[There's a gray plush cat waiting for him on the counter. It appears to be "sleeping", eyes closed and curled up.. It's hand stitched and has a cute pink nose. Attached via a ribbon around the neck is a tag: "For Tammy"]

When Tammy came in to work- far too soon- because he was threatened with what felt like martial law- (you'd think he worked at a hospital- not a bar) he was advised that there had been something left for him. He was also advised that it shouldn't happen again. Which is always what they said.

When he picked up the cat, the ribbon loosed, showing the 'for Tammy' but didn't say who it was from.

He asked a few coworkers who shrugged and said they weren't watching. It was cute though. Looked made intentionally... Tammy tucked it away in his locker giving it a little pat before closing and locking it. Then went to start his shift- sorely. He barely felt recovered really.

[radicheart-a]

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"I'm tired of coffee shops looking at me funny when I ask for sugar free syrup in my drinks. It's not my fault I'm allergic."

[daddymothxxx]

@ghostlyrps - liked for a starter

"Hey, puta, you still a raggedy wet anne?" He'd had drugs. He was not pleasant. This little fucker always had SOMETHIN' to say. May as well start it first.

[disasterghaster]

@ghostlyrps || liked for a simple starter

"You look like you might know some directions." Walking around this place had been going fine--fuzzy ears on her head and all to blend in, but her memory and sense of direction got faulty at some point. She didn't remember....

Hmn.

"There's a big fuck all Tower. I forget--Uh...what it looks like and where it is?"

[burningfeathersx]

📏 + Ghost (5' even)

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"I cannot express the catharsis since wandering around Vox's hell."

[e-m-p-error]

"¿Que?" (What?)

Oh, right. Valentino had gotten a little bit ahead of himself, hadn't he? He'd been chatting up that cute little fish thing ten minutes ago... Where did it go?

Man, he was too high for this. Maybe he should have waited to get blitzed until he actually ordered something... But he'd wanted to lose some thought capacity before he'd come out. Some days it just called for that.

"Claro, sí. Eight cheese lover's Bloody Marys." He snapped the fingers of his upper right hand, "And make it snappy. Daddy's not in the mood to wait for his fix tonight." (Right, yeah)

Pressing his chin into his left palm, he rested his elbow on the bar counter as he glared at nothing. He couldn't tell that it almost looked like he was glaring at Ghost; the fact of the matter was that he couldn't see that far away. Ten feet away was impossible, three was difficult. Everything was blurry blobs over there.

"Didn't I just say ¿Conseguirlo?" (Get to it)

"Are you going to order a drink or...?"

Ghost didn't even turn to face the Overlord, too busy checking their stock- and honestly hoping he'd leave.

Maybe he wouldn't recognize them if they didn't turn around. Their wings couldn't be that recognizable, and Ghost was sure they weren't the only moth Valentino had gotten into his bed.

"This seems like something to discuss with Mister Vox." They added, taking down a bottle and reading the label. Someone put it in the wrong place. "I get paid two bucks an hour. Not much I can offer you, sir."

They really didn't get paid enough to bother with Valentino. They didn't even get paid enough to show the respect they usually showed Overlords(but that they lacked for the Vees), but they were trying to get on Vox's good side.

[sashybash]

@ghostlyrps Thanks for inspiring me to draw human Papermint. :3 Thinking he might be called Peter or Piper or something. >u>

[xmurder-of-crowsx]

What are your rp blogs? Mine is @/ghostlyrps

Sorry they're not pinned atm but

https://www.tumblr.com/riddles-hedgehog/749324340718403584/my-active-rp-blogs-under-cut-twisted?source=share

[a-ghostly-moth]

Welcome!

My name is Ghost! I'm a Moth Sinner within Pentagram City.

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[radioiaci]

@ghostlyrps ⧐ continued from here.

Not-Now-Alastor might as well have been his full name at this point in his existence, it was both though and spoken so often in his presence. Adorable. But he would not be so kind as to simply disappear with nary an annoying word. TOO BAD for you.

"Mmmmm, something tells me that whoever it was is not quite in the same predicament as you are, but I'll keep an eye out for another roughed up ne'er-do-well with bite marks taken out of them, shall I?"

Leaning over, he peered at the scattered items on the desk before hovering obnoxiously to get a better look (and feel, because he was reaching and touching and poking and prodding) at the injuries.

"Not the finest first aid job I've seen in a minute, hah! Have you taken a class before? You're still bleeding, by the by."

[tinyfieryghost]

Information

Hello! I’m Tiny/Ghost(whichever you prefer!) I am feminine nonbinary(pronouns are they/them) and graysexual, demiromantic, biromantic and polyamorous!

I’m a writer and artist.

Age: 22

Current Hyperfixation: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Other Fandoms: HTTYD, Warriors, Pokemon(in general), Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, Cattails,  Gravity Falls, Don’t Starve, FNaF, Undertale/Deltarune, Cult of the Lamb, The Owl House

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I create a lot of AUs. They bring me comfort and I enjoy talking about them!

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Ghostly RPs: @ghostlyrps A rp blog for OCs

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1Z! GHOST[HH]: @a-ghostly-moth A Hazbin Hotel 1Z Verse version of Ghost, a moth based sinner!

[radicheart-a]

Ghost approaches Cal and, in greeting, performs a curtsy-bow, their upper arms in the motion of a bow while their lower ones pick up their dress in a curtsy. "You look quite handsome tonight, sir. May I have a dance?"

"Thank you very much." Alastor grins a bit wider, nods, and offers a gloved hand palm up. "You may."

[papermint-at-your-service]

Papermint couldn't help himself but smile a little at that, Ghost was just so chirpy like a sparkling Christmas light in the dark days of winter. He blinked in surprise at the offer of a blanket.

"O-oh I mean...I wouldn't say no, but! Only if you want to and only if it's not a bother." He felt a little guilty even accepting but they were so happy about it and he didn't want to burst their bubbly or sour their mood for the night. They didn't deserve that.

"Well, I'm actually rather hungry. I might go see the buffet tablet... I'll uh...probably see you later? and if not...then...at the Tower?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to seeing more of Ghost, they were a breath of fresh air especially tonight surrounded by a lot of very important people that he didn't want to piss off.

"Oh, it's no trouble! I love to share my hobbies with others!" Showing off their work often gave them great pride. "You know, I have plenty of extra yarn if you ever need a blanket or something."

Those were nice to make- and usually pretty easy depending on the complexity you wanted.

Ghost smiled at Papermint, seemingly oblivious to his own doubts about how this would work. They, on the other hand, had faith- Al was wonderful, of course, but he was also... Al. It'd be nice to hang out with someone who wasn't an Overlord for once.

They hoped this worked out.

[radicheart]

@ghostlyrps asked: BEHOLD. Ghost offers a handmade plush fawn. Its floppy and simplistic, the stitching not perfect, but the fabric is soft and it has embroidered details, like spots, a nose and the eyes.

"Oh! Look at that! Is it for me? Did you make it yourself?" He's accepting the plush and looking it over with a happy grin. Sure, it isn't perfect, but he still enjoys it.

[daddymothxxx]

@ghostlyrps

"What the fuck!?" A bunch of dust came off his neck fluff and he SWUNG! First instinct. Like those people in the haunted houses that respond to a spook with a fist.