#ghosts cw

I want someone to preen my wings but no one preened them in canon, mostly cause they couldn’t cause ghost.

I just want someone to preen my wings, ok?

-Green, Among Us Show

comic for my illustration class! i'm in the 3rd semester so i had to write an original story ^^)

Day 2 of Buildtober! The prompt was Haunted, so I build a representation of Haunted Doll Watch.

“Great News! Wei Wuxian has died!”

“The Yiling Patriarch has died? Who could have killed him?”

“I must say, good riddance!”

“Good riddance indeed! We finally eliminated this scourge”

Moodboard for a ghostkin with rainbows and bright colours for anon!

Ghosts are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime... There are others, others that hold onto an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those, they never go away.

I keep dreaming of dying, but it's not a gruesome death, it's more like... feeling faint and weak all of the sudden and deciding to lay down. And then, I'm dead.

The dreams always involve people who walk past me and either ignore me or tell me I'm being dramatic, and they also involve me wandering around as a ghost or whatever, jumping from roof to roof, etc.

Sometimes I can return to my body, sometimes I'm dead permanently.

He types it out. The robotic voice of his voice reader stutters the words out with each line as he sips ginger soda. It’s late. He doesn’t feel well at all, he’s already coughed up bile once and he’s asked Green to leave in the next half hour once this ginger goes down. His throat aches. His cheeks feel shallow and his skin’s burning. He already let her know he felt... terrible. Good on her to sit with him and exchange stories.

His mind’s not in the best space, maybe that’s why...

‘Once there was a baby who was born to a greedy mother. My mother knew her. She was a very pretty woman, and slated to be the next doctor in town before she got pregnant. The village was my mother’s childhood home, and they were outside of a bigger city, so much that bothered the city did not bother them.’

He massages the underside of his eyes.

‘My mother and this woman used to work together, setting house foundations in typhoon season. I’ll call her Koh. Koh was greedy because she used to be hungry, and when her daughter was born, Koh was... angry that she had less now because of it. When strangers came to the village, my mother saw Koh as one of the first in line when they started asking for things... or taking them.