#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 !

[fxntasmagoria]

“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?"

[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. "

[survivall]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better! 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): purple, pink, blue, black; pretty much everything in moderation

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): strawberry and cherry!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: the donnas, alanis morisette, fall out boy, rina sawayama, queen, green day, motley crue, the midnight

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): back to the future, scott pilgrim vs. the world, kristy, scream, knives out

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: I don't watch a lot of tv lmao but twin peaks and one tree hill are up there for me

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: judas - lady gaga

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: the 100

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: genuinely cannot remember

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: can't say it without doxxing myself but I read a lot of local/regional news (I work in journalism, fun fact)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: twitch stream I mod for (at this very second!); as for a legitimate show, I want to start a proper buffy re-watch soon

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: applying for new jobs, working on a beginner guide to survivor in dbd, trying not to start a 16th bg3 playthrough

Tagged by: @joshosis

Tagging: @yllowpages, @cstarling, @bohemiens, @performher, @johnnysslaughter, @mctives, @profsong, @rotdame, @spectergeuse, and you!

[vyrulent]

feel free to form your own opinion , though it appears you already have . ( from the sleepy hollow prompts, for winnie, if you're feelin the muse for her!! )

meme || @spectergeuse

winnie isn't as stuffy as sibella can be. she thinks this is rad! she likes the dirty look and the raunchy jokes. growing up as a werewolf, she knows the smell of the wild, of blood and dirt. it's never bothered her. though, this specter isn't what she expected. he's nothing like the ghosts that she's known in the past. phantasma had no hint of death other than transparency.

"I think you're rad," Winnie tells him, smile beams, "you're not like any ghost i've known," a momentary pause as the werewolf has an epiphany, "you are a ghost, yeah?"

[hauntifice]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagged by: @renatvvs (thank you so much!!)

tagging: @dollhidden @thesongbiird @defloweir @spectergeuse @w3atherwitch

[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]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED? , for nadja

gently. you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

tagged by: @rayofsunshinc

tagging: @freakarus @9odsent @spectergeuse @citizenstarlight @hostyle17 @safetypinned

[fxntasmagoria]

❝ 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.

[vyrulent]

her lips remain parted. heart beats fiercely. that part of her that yearns for intimacy overtakes her with her husband's presence. things have changed between them, that much is certain. hands remain against him. fingers absently roll circles against his chest as her labored breathing reveals her desire. it's been so long since she's been this close to anyone. desire warms her skin. it flushes in want.

a soft whine escapes her as she feels his lips brush against her own, yet he does nothing to close the kiss. she's desperate here. eyes remain closed in her desperate desire. this is far more tempting than anything she'd written in her novels. this was far more real than anything that her mind could fantasize about.

"say your name?" she's certain that's what he wants, what he desires, but she wants him to confirm it, to say it, to make his demand. "beetlejuice..."

he has been made corporeal. touching and being touched. there is a steady, quick thumping under his fingertips, against his palm as he holds her. there is her hands, delicately settling against his chest, warm and grounding. reciprocating. saying yes. his free hand comes up, and both move in tandem on her. he lets go of her throat, brings both of his cold hands up to cup her cheeks, hold her face. there is a fervor there, a want he lets loose, for just a moment. he shows her just what she's missing. keeps them in that spot, standing there, but presses against her, kisses her with the dedication of a real husband, batters down the walls of her personal space. she tastes maroon and human. she tastes alive. he wants to devour her. nothing would have stopped him but himself. he has to. fucking this up would mean the end of everything. he pulls away, slow and steady, letting her catch her breath in the small space he's left open for her. he lets it sit, lets what just happened sink in.

it's after a moment that he speaks, rough and slow. ❝ that's all you want ? ❞ he'll let go if she says to let go. he'll disappear if she asks him to disappear. he takes another moment to linger. he'd do just about anything for her, if she said it right. and that's not just the marriage talking. ❝ i could give you more, you know. ❞ he takes back some of the space, just brushes his lips against hers. a temptation, a promise. ❝ you know what you have to do. ❞ a threat. wanting what she wants, but wanting what would directly benefit him more.