#spectergeuse

[erobret]

@spectergeuse

SKELETAL FILANGES DANCED ACROSS THE KEYS as she hummed a sweet melody to herself . she had long accepted her death but decided against working towards the soul train . she was content --- dare say even happy --- in the afterlife . yes , it was sad to come to terms with all who she knew being long gone but she had eventually seen them come and pass through .

a form out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and hands ceased their movement and went to fold in her lap as she looked up . she instantly recognized the suit and hair . ❝ oh ! mister juice ! it's so good to see you . ❞

[hauntifice]

Hannah's body-language is telling of how spooked she is about @spectergeuse 's presence. For some reason, she thought she was alone and would be alone for a while and yet... Who was this person?

"Forgive me, I do not seem to recognize you. Were you, perhaps, looking for me or someone else entirely?"

[maidencfdeath]

BFU MEME // accepting

@spectergeuse: ‘ hello? you can’t be doing occult stuff like this. it’s a weeknight. ’

“It’s not occult, it’s…” Cassie trailed off as she struggled to find another word. She shook her head, frustrated, tired, and not in the mood to put up with snarky ghosts. “I’m working! Death doesn’t stop just because it’s a weeknight. You know that!”

[hellfollowed]

nine people i'd like to get to know better

last song i listened to: all girls are the same - juice wrld

currently watching: one of my fans robbed a convenience store ft. noel - papa meat

spicy/savory/sweet: all of 'em, gimme all of 'em

relationship status: im in love with violence sometimes

current obsession(s): visual novel type games, uh wordle here lately and just fucking staring at the ceiling

tagged by: the spontaneous, the amazing @dxsole (i thanks ya)

tagging: @beefsolo, @escapedartgeek, @welcometothevale, @thewolfruns, @pacificgrims, @spectergeuse , @caracarnn aaaaaaaand whoever else wants to do it! tell 'em i sent ya like always!

[untilthcyrot]

❝ I don't know, ❞ the noirette thought to herself with a click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. He stood only a few inches high but she didn't even find that trusting enough, let alone a whole six feet tall, give or take a few inches. ❝ I think you better stay put for the time being. I don't want Halloween ruined because you're feeling spiteful. ❞

♡ ───── @spectergeuse for lydia !

[toksikk]

“did you miss me?” ( from the ' did you 'prompts, for lydia and bj!! i am gently kickin my feet for them )

Lydia gave him a deadpan stare at first. She couldnt just give him the immediate truth. She had missed him if she was being honest. She had grown to enjoy his antics and the two had quite the friendship. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a sigh. "Well I was getting pretty bored." She said before finally smiling and reaching out to give him a quick hug. "And you still smell as bad as ever." She hugged him regardless for a moment and then pulled away cause affection couldnt last too long.

[peachwrites]

“Never knew you were so sneaky.” ( from the Cake Eater prompts, for barbara if you're feelin the muse for her!! )

"I can be sneaky when I wanna be." Pursing her lips, Barbara crossed her arms over her chest. Granted, she rarely wanted to be sneaky, not when most people she encountered couldn't even see her. But sometimes it was nice to do something risky, even if it was only risky for her. "That just means I'm good at being sneaky then, right? If you never knew I was sneaky? Maybe you're not so all-knowing after all, huh?"

[facepeeled]

❛ Want me to kill her? I’ll kill her for you. ❜ ( from the ginger snaps sentence prompts! )

"oh? i'm flattered." it's not everyday that a man offers to kill for her, that's usually a once in a blue moon thing. but even though she's a lot more high profile now, she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty. (in all honesty, she doesn't want someone else having her fun.) so she shakes her head, those blonde locks bouncing from side to side like silk. "but i'm gonna have to pass, i can take care of my own business." now, if he wanted to join her, she wouldn't say no. two's a party, and all that.

[eurosleaz]

there's a certain taste in the back of her throat-- bile? something else? it's hard to tell. a thin stream of drool sticks to the corner of sadie's mouth as she blinks away sleep. she feels a presence in her own living room, unfocused eyes fixating on @spectergeuse.

" -- why the fuck are you in my house. " it's finite, dry. " you're not here to take my immortal soul, right? because i already gave that away as a kid. "

[moralpuppet]

@spectergeuse 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 : “By the way I’m bisexual, I forgot to announce that.” ( from the sonic fandub sentence meme ALSKDKFJGHSLD )

✟ SNAPCUBE DUB QUOTES

❝  Oh ?! - OH ! Congratulations !   ❞ He's clapping and he is sincere about it , smile bright and supportive . ❝ HOTDOG ! ❞ Orel didn't know if it was appropriate to say congratulations or not , people in Moralton don't talk about these kinds of things usually .

[vyrulent]

fingers purposely "walk" up his chest, lightly poking against the well aged fabric of his jacket. she's finding that she's enjoying taking a page from his book. that's what she's telling herself at least. she's going to tell herself that she's invading his space to show him just what he's been known to do.

and cue the roll of her eyes. of course, he'd turn her comment into something pervy. wasn't that just inline of who he showed to the world?

"screaming huh?" a glance is thrown to the bookshelf where her own naughty collection lived. she'd wrote a bit here and there about ghostly prowess, but that was neither here nor there right now. "you think you're just that good?"

was she flirting or was she challenging him?

"of course, you will. I wouldn't expect anything different from a trickster demon."

he watched - his excitement internalized but as exuberant as a young child's - as her face changes, does exactly what he'd hoped it would. confusion, a softness, pretty and hopeful, all across her features, immediately dropping with the registration of what he'd said. his laugh comes with her shake of the head, the smile she can't help. he even takes the swat. it doesn't feel friendly; it feels fond. they feed off each other's attention, a call-and-response time has hardwired into them. there was no better place for either of them to be.

he does give her space, lets her choose where she goes. he's fussy, and intrusive, but risking a banishment for a bit more closeness isn't one he's willing to take. even when she begins to sort of prowl around him, he all but lifts his arms up to peer at her, like she's still a teenager. ❝ what - possess you ? ❞ he asks, eyebrows high. he never said he was smart. the smile is a little disbelieving. ❝ babes, i just got here. ❞ ( oh no. ) ❝ i don't think you could take me being inside you for long without screaming. ❞ it's not entirely serious, there's a gleam in his coal eyes that glimmers, but he's telling the truth, no matter how it would be misconstrued. ❝ i'll take one tactful avoidance, thank you. ❞ his motives are often simple, even though he can go about them in convoluted and insane ways. she doesn't need to know the reason why he was here was simply to say that he could be.

[scvereignreignedarch]

CHARACTER SHEET : Lydia Deetz

LEGAL NAME: lydia deetz

NICKNAME[S]:  babe and honey (by beetlejuice), lyds

DATE OF BIRTH:  october 10th 1972

SEX:  female

PLACE OF BIRTH:  manhattan, new york

CURRENTLY LIVING: winter river, connecticut

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english

EDUCATION: miss shannon's school for girls in winter river

HAIR COLOR:  black

EYE COLOR:  brown

HEIGHT:   4,3 (at 14) 5,4 (at 50)

:FAMILY INFORMATION:

SIBLING[S]: only child

PARENT[S]: emily deetz. delia deetz (stepmother) and charles deetz

CHILDREN:  astrid deetz

PET[S]: none

:RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: almost married twice to beetlejuice.

tagged by: stolen from dash

tagging: @storywrought @monmuses @chaosfindsaway @multixfated @vyrulent @wildhecrt @spectergeuse @sirensought @realmyths

[maidencfdeath]

MORNING AFTER STARTERS // accepting

@spectergeuse: “ you talk in your sleep, ya know. ”

Cassie propped herself up on her elbow, uncaring how the movement caused the thin blanket to fall from her shoulders. She looked at the specter with brows raised, sure he was simply messing with her. “No, I don’t.” Honestly, she didn’t know if she did or not. It had been a while since anyone was in a position to tell her. Her expression crinkled into something close to embarrassment. “What did I say?”

[hellfollowed]

ONCE YOU'VE STRIPPED CLEAN, WHAT'S AT YOUR CORE?

mecca & mick // behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

tagged by: nobody! I stole it from @agoldenlily!

tagging: @caracarnn, @icarian-carrion, @escapedartgeek, @welcometothevale, @irrwicht, @spectergeuse, @spicyundead, @beefsolo and anybody who wants to do it! just tell 'em i sent ya ;)

[untilthcyrot]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

MIDWEST DETECTIVE. files of black and white newspaper clippings. long beige trench coats. lace curtains in cobwebbed attics. 1950s love songs through a.m. radio static. piebald deer. ominous billboards against a flat grey horizon. leather messenger bags and cups of black coffee. headlights through blizzards. hatchets propped against stacks of hickory wood. abandoned factories. the scent of ink. blood on snow.

UNIVERSITY VAMPIRE.  white button-down shirts. the scent of ancient books in drafty tomb-like library stacks. wrought iron candelabras dripping wax. gaunt portraits of renaissance noblemen in folds of red fabric. steaming chalices of mulled wine. garlands of dried oranges. vitrolas playing classical symphonies. ravens perched on the snowy sills of arched windows. black peacoats. gold astrolabes. blood on parchment.

LIGHTHOUSE-KEEPER’S GHOST. heavy grey wool sweaters. fossilized trilobites & ammonites. splintering sheets of silver ice on inky black water. st. elmo’s fire. dusty sea glass bottles. fractal patterns of frost on window panes. boxes of matches and magazine clippings. curling tentacles & faded tattoos. dissonant player piano tunes. the smell of juniper. eerie yellow-green light through heavy fogs. circles of salt. blood on water.

VILLAGE WEREWOLF. brown cobblestone cottages capped with snow.  clawmarks through sycamore bark.  baskets of yarn and knitted smoky grey cloaks.  ram’s skulls mounted stable walls.  straw dolls & fingerless gloves.  clouds of hot breath hanging in freezing air.  tapestries of black-haired beasts accented with crimson embroidery.  gas lanterns.  chanted children’s rhymes.  the scent of fir trees and rich soil.  blood on wool.

tagged by @freakarus & tagging @talentforlying @spectergeuse @qapsiel @petrelliis @ofwealthandtaste

[toksikk]

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic - it's the only time i have any fun. ❞ ( from the various sentence prompts - for bj and violet!! because i missed them!!! )

"Well thats lie. You have fun with me all the time." Violet said, lighting the end of the cigarette in her hands. She glanced up toward the window behind her where her dad was having a session with some client. "He can help everyone else but his own family." She shook her head, annoyed with the whole situation. "Come on. I dont feel like listening to him." She hopped up and headed inside to go smoke in the basement. She flopped down against the wall, picking up a rubber ball off the floor and rolled it into the dark of the basement. " Hey, why did i hear you and Tate talking last night?" Violet questioned. She had been ignoring Tate for weeks now even though it hurt but she couldnt do it anymore.