#ownmidnight

if anything could show the fact that he'd had been making progress with the scarab, it was the fact that jennie was sitting mere feet from him and nothing was on fire. khaji-da was still on edge, of course - jaime was beginning to feel like all the work in the world wouldn't make her calm down around a lantern's ring. he could deal with the buzzing in the back of his head, though, expelling any extra energy in the bounce of his leg under the table.

        『 jennie's a friend. i'm not hurting my friend.                                           you're just gonna have to deal with it. 』

@ownmidnight (jennie) said: i’ve already given you enough therapy material for the next thirty years. 

from details about ocs

posthumous exhaustion is a thing that should be studied, kailey thinks, because damn can haunting be tiring, even if you don't technically have a body that can tire. but there are so many strange rules and intricacies to being spectral and so many things that kinda like 'manipulate' your energy so to speak? which is shitty because 1. you have no idea what could cause it, it's not like you get a 'how to be a ghost'-manual when you die, 2. even when you figure it out, there is no way for you to really change any of it, since, hey, you're no longer physical, and then 3. and the worst part is, you only have a lot of time to spend trapped like this because, hey, you're only here for eternity. kailey has never had patience and even less of it when she stops being so busy living, and now wandering into a house at random has turned into a two-week-ordeal because something here has made her stuck and she is losing her goddamn marbles. there's only so many times you can walk into a wall and come back out on the same side, so she's retreated into the tv to brood.

this is from where she spots a girlie that's not exactly walking by, which is how she can sorta tell that this isn't a person. kailey watches her for a little, because honestly not all ghost encounters so far have been pleasant, and there's a chance this one won't even notice her ( like i said, strange rules ), but after a while she chooses to step out of the tv and approach her.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 under a certain perspective. Not that he had been invincible in the past: he had been given a task - and only one; he wasn't the highest in ranking - actually quite the opposite; you could have considered him as the godly equivalent of an accountant. But he used to have POWER... And he never had to worry about the toll it would take on his body. He used to be immortal. While he had always been close to the souls of mortals and created a sort of EMPATHY towards them, he never had to fret particularly about his longevity, because after all he was a good " employee ", one that followed orders without breathing a single word. But then they tried to trap him in a damned statuette. And they succeeded in part... Would he ever be able to retrieve his godly self? No, the real question was: did he REALLY want to retrieve it?

looking for alaska // @ownmidnight (lizzie)

"okay and... where do i come in? and more importantly: can you pay? i'm---i'm not talking about money, by the way. sweets. you pay me in sweets. either regular ones or blood infused ones. i really like bloodpops. sometimes you just gotta have something in there to steady the mouth, you know?"

the last remnants of the blood bag she recently consumed make it so that her cheeks heat up immediately when she realizes that her sentence can be interpreted in more ways than one.

looking for alaska // @ownmidnight (luke)

if she didn't know any better, flori would think that she and parties don't mix. it's like she's got a party curse or something. sue's ended up in absolute disaster and now this one did too!

still, there is a silver lining to this one, though.

"yeah," flori murmurs, "same. but hey, at least marie was there, right? she totally pulled a hama - you know, from avatar: the last airbender? - and saved that woman!"