ghost stories.

hello! this is the ooc hub for all of my current muses, their blogs are @clandistynes, @moonkccper, @nymphereal, & @quincult !! please note, these are all sideblogs that follow from this account !!

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1.) Rainbow Kitten Surprise - It’s Called: Freefall

❝ Don't get me venting on friends who resent you 'Cause all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to They thought was a necklace and reckless they fell into hell Where you both hang with nothing to do but Scratch, kick, let gravity win like Fuck this, let gravity win like You could leave it all behind Even the Devil needs time alone sometimes ❞

2.) Autoheart - Hungover in the City of Dust

❝ Feeling moody, dark and heavy There's no feeling in my left arm Resonance is far away Try to complicate my thinking Am I falling, am I sinking Powder in my fingernails And the belt wrapped around My shrinking waist is having touble Tryin' to keep the damn things up Want to write a single letter Maybe then I'll feel much better Until then we'll float ❞

3.) Matt Maeson - Hallucinogenics

❝ Drunken in Seattle Two more Xans and without a paddle I don't remember your face Or your hair, or your name, or your smile 'Cause I just couldn't open up I'm always shiftin' Go find yourself a man Who's strong and tall and Christian ❞

4.) Capstan - Reprieve

❝ Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet? Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty? Am I scared? I'm fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive From the inside ❞

5.) Bayside - It Don’t Exist

“Fuck… I think…” she thinks her heart is about to stop, thinks that she got herself into more trouble than she’s fucking realized. All she could do was gasp and gape, pretend that this is the most fucked up part of her night but like - no. Maybe she’d tell him later when she was able to feel that steady thrum within her chest, the way she ought to. But right now, she needs to concentrate on the rhythm, to hold her heartbeat ACCOUNTABLE in a way she never was, she needs to fucking keep breathing, because a part of her really… wants to tell him. Fucking wants to let him know about how fucked up everything was and how her chest fucking hurt before she even shot up that heroin in the car, how seeing Jules had her wanting to puke out of love and fear and not knowing yet what to do with the weight of all that fucking emotion.

Swallow, thicker, her voice comes out a croak - “I think I’m going into cardiac arrest.” how tired her voice sounds, no energy to do much of anything except lean forwards and into him, how being closer makes her feel calm… which perhaps is the worst thing to feel in a moment like ALL SHE WANTED was to slip into some grand, dreamless sleep. She’s high, she’s so fucking high, she doesn’t want to deal with this, to cling onto the ugly pain that warps her heartbeat and has her feeling all kinds of fucked up right now. The sound of him using the butt end of some pill bottle grinding it up against the back of his phone, a paper rolled for her to make things easy as he bends her back, has her snort it through those rasping breaths.

And it takes a second, but she groans, back pressing against the door as a laugh bubbles to the surface, her exhaustion grinding as she chews that sentiment, clears her consciousness. “Oh… god. There it is. There’s my heart.” and there HE WAS TOO, even if he didn’t really know it, her grin left weak and worn, a giggle singing from the back of her throat. “There it is. Holy shit, I thought I was gonna die…” it’s her fault for burying so much of herself beneath an increasingly complex layering of illicit drugs, she collapses, clumsy, against his arm. “You’re my new favourite person…”

°｡･:*･ﾟ✧｡･ﾟ┈• @redemptioninterlude​​​​​​​​ ;

          ┈• there  was  a  twitch  to  his  fingers,  an  uncontrollable  tremble  and  he  didn’t  know  if  it  was  due  to  the  high  stress  of  the  situation,  or  the  drugs  he  was  already  way  too  deep  into,  but  it  left  him  looking  pathetic  and  god,  maybe  he  was  a  little  glad  RUE  was  too  out  of  it  to  notice.  that  was  sick,  being  grateful  she  was  overdosing  so  she  wouldn’t  see  his  anxiety  ridden  state.  and  yet,  he  found  himself  comforted  by  the  extra  moments  he  got  to  calm  himself  down  and  hide  his  shaking  hands  beneath  some  towel  that  was  probably  dirty,  but  he  didn’t  really  care.

          he  stared  at  her,  eyes  wide  and  unblinking.  it  felt  like  time  had  stopped,  the  pumping  of  his  own  blood  loud  in  his  ears  as  he  waited  to  see  if  this  girl,  who  he  wanted  to  spend  every  waking  moment  with,  was  about  to  die.  1,  2,  3,  4..  he  found  himself  counting,  silent,  in  his  head,  as  a  sad  sort  of  self-soothing  practice  as  he  waited  for  her  to  spring  back  to  life,  and  GOD  DAMMIT  it  was  taking  way  too  long.

                                74,  75,  76  ...  there  she  is.

          a  breath  let  out,  one  he  didn’t  know  he  was  holding,  as  the  blood  began  to  again  remember  how  to  circulate  through  his  body.  he  dropped  the  phone,  not  really  caring  if  it  hit  the  linoleum  or  not,  and  his  hand  pressed  to  the  back  of  her  head,  fingers  momentarily  getting  stuck  in  messy  tangles  of  tied  up  hair,  and  holding  her  there  as  she  came  to.

°｡･:*･ﾟ✧｡･ﾟ┈• @cnlines​​​​​​​ ;

          ┈• there  was  a  lull,  the  air  thick  with  smoke  and  desperation  as  TAOJIN’s  eyes  rolled  over  to  look  at  the  male  across  from  him,  all  sunken  and  bleary,  and  so  full  of  a  hatred  for  something  he  couldn’t  quite  place.  the  music  was  dull  and  distant,  the  thrumming  through  the  walls  leaving  it  a  desolate  echo  that  reverberated  around  in  his  skull  and  gave  him  just  enough  of  a  headache  to  keep  him  present.  he’d  already  taken  way  too  much,  the  downers  to  chill  out,  the  uppers  to  offset  the  sleepiness  that  followed,  and  so  on.  it  was  a  constant  cycle,  and  one  he  no  longer  knew  how  to  get  out  of.

          silent,  he  brought  the  blunt  to  his  lips  and  inhaled,  bloodshot  eyes  never  leaving  the  frame  in  front  of  him.  this  guy  obviously  didn’t  belong  at  a  party  like  this.  well,  shit,  for  all  intents  and  purposes,  HE  didn’t  belong  at  a  party  like  this.  but  he’d  grown  accustomed  to  them,  just  as  he  knew  would  surely  happen  to  this  guy  if  he  stuck  around  long  enough.