#pseudodead: ghost

[oftoska]

relationship meme for ghost?

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half ] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[ my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

I'm open to anything really, given both of their service records. I'd love to see some overlap there, which is the obvious way about it. They both had shitty upbringings and I think that makes them a bit similar, so much so that they likely butt heads now and again but overall I think any rivalry might be purely out of sport?

[havvkinsqueen]

*/ @pseudodead [Simon] left a note;

❝ do you ever think about leaving this place? ❞

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Absolutely. All the time," Chrissy replied immediately without really thinking about it. Because she didn't need to. She thought about getting out of Hawkins all the time- It was a huge reason she was so excited for college. Getting out under the excuse of education and then never coming back. The blonde fell silent as she used her feet to push back and forth on the swing- gaze on the ground. She stayed that way before slowly looking back over to Simon, and she knew that she didn't need to return the question because his answer was a more resounding yes than hers would be. "Do you have an idea of what you'd do?"

[pseudolife-archived2]

"Simon," He touches the other man's bare shoulder. "It's time to get up."

@pseudodead ; BUG for BOO starter call ; accepting

[sardonicmd]

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[roseypeached]

@pseudodead liked <3

working with the 141 came with its challenges as well as rewards. well, most would argue it was more rewarding than not, but mace finds the scale to be favoring the former. that's his own fault, really - he knows. however, it doesn't stop him or his work. they all have a job to do and they need to get along to do it. they don't have to be friendly, but they don't have to put a bullet in each other either - although, he's sure one of them would like to.

"here," fingers hold the blade of a knife, handle towards the other man as he offers. "thought ya might want this back." blood still stains the handle. no matter how much mace had wiped it down, it never came completely clean. good aim, he wants to say, but he bites back the praise. still, it should be seen in his tone.

[pseudowar-archived]

"Hey, Simon," Roach's voice is quiet, soft. Lined heavily with a sleepiness that he was working on resisting and waking up from. Accompanied by a clumsy set of rough touched fingers gently stroking against the other man's scalp, tracing against scars hidden by dark locks. "Didn't hear you get in." A yawn, muffled by the back of his other hand. "Everything go good?"

@pseudodead ; WOACH for GHOWST starter call

[warfared]

“Well, those guys don’t look like peace activists.” (ghost/jacket)

jacket tears his eyes away from the television screen to settle his eyes on the man next to him. shrug of his shoulders. he’s not sure whether or not he should respond.

the news has got a pretty interesting topic on. the miami mutilator. russian mobsters dying left and right. the “peace advocates” in question are the blue-and-white clad gangsters . . . many of which jacket’s going to be clearing out over the weekend. who knew they were already in london.

‘ tell me about it, ’ he signs finally after a moment of hesitation. ‘ someone’s going to take care of them, though. ’

[pseudolife-archived2]

@pseudodead ; IDK A MEME FROM 2 MONTHS AGO

❝ the pain gets better. it won’t go away completely but. you’ll get used to it. it will get easier to breathe. ❞ ; birdie & ghost

Soap might be her favorite of the trio - his laughs are contagious, and his heart isn't as heavy as he thinks it is - but Ghost is a close runner up. He's big, and frightening, and there's something about the way that he holds himself that speaks of grief and pain, but he's not mean about it. He's quiet, and curt, but he's gentle too, gentle with them, gentle with her. Almost how like Frank treated her at times - like he's afraid of breaking the few good things he has left.

He's fucked up - but they all are - and something about him is soothing to her. The big, quiet, protective brother Birdie should have had, but never got. He sees her, and it should make her feel like fleeing, but all it does is make her want to stick close.

"I'm not afraid of not breathing." And she has stuck close to him in the moment. Seated with her sister's bubblegum pink urn in her hands, and he a giant shadow on a chair that was struggling with his weight. A gun carefully and meticulously being cleaned on the table. "I'm afraid that I will get used to it. And it will stop meaning as much. It might make it... less real, and like a dream."

I don't want to get used to it, I don't want to ever forget.

[pseudolife-archived3]

get to the know the mun!

Daily Quote: "its when u poop in the shower and you gotta stomp it down the drain."

ALIAS / NAME: anarchy.

BIRTHDAY: 6/21

ZODIAC: fuck idk. cusp birthdate so it depends or something.

HEIGHT: 4'11

HOBBIES: writing. gaming. embroidery. i'm learning how to crochet atm. :3

FAV. COLOR: pink. blue. purple. green. brown. i don't really... have a favorite color. just color palettes that i like.

FAV. BOOK: inhales. rebecca by daphne du maurier. all time favorite book. if you like gothic romance shit, highkey recommend it. the first chapter can be a bit slow but oooh so good.

LAST SONG: so i have this thing where if you recommend a song/musician/band to me i'll listen to them. as long as its not ghost. and uhh. the last song i listened to was Криминал and honestly, its stuck in my head. thanks zirka.

LAST MOVIE / SHOW: uhh. the netflix series on the murdaugh case/s.

RECENT READ: i'm not really reading anything... new at the moment? kinda cruisin' and rereading old favorites. i'm extremely picky about books and writing styles now, its a pain in the ass for me to find something i enjoy from beginning to end.

INSPIRATION: it depends on the character, really. fujiko pulls from a lot of like, femme fatale character tropes except she's never the killer, she actually gets violently ill over the sight of blood. birdie is the 'final girl' in a lot of horror films but she's never the killer's victim, always his beloved. eoghan is every 'reincarnated goddess' media ever, but as a dude... a horny pirate dude. i don't know, i like to take stereotypical and often fan favorite tropes and fuck them up a little, taking common tropes and making them - different. i also like mundane character types - the guy that has nothing special about him at all. the girl who is average in every way. just people being people. surviving as they are. i guess, as cheesy as it sounds, a lot of my inspiration comes from my writing partners. because with every muse, i want to work with their writing, their characters. i want to make sure our writing compliments each other? sometimes i pull from other sources, sometimes something i read or see in a film/series/etc inspires me to make a character but mostly? i just like to make muses that work with other people's characters, in their worlds or in an au we build together. i want to be the person you can write with no matter the muse, mood, or setting, and thankfully, no one has complained about it yet lmao

STORY BEHIND URL: wheezes. i wanted to have gay matching urls with @pseudodead.

Tagged by: @lcvnderhazed Tagging: if you've read this, fucking do it. thanks.

[pseudowar-archived]

The elevator is quiet and, yeah, Nikolai can't help himself. A mission well done, praise from the Captain, and he didn't have to hoof it down the four flights of steps with an unconscious man being dragged behind him? He's in too good spirits - and Ghost is going to suffer from them. "Man jumps onto bus, falls over another man who is holding large sack. Man with the sack yells 'Watch the eggs!' Other man asks 'Are you stupid, who carries eggs in a sack?' Man with sack replies 'Watch your eggs. This sack is full of nails!'."

@pseudodead ; NIKOLAI for GHOST starter call ; specify muse

[warfared]

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url:

W - white winter hymnal ( fleet foxes )

A - ancient dreams in a modern land ( marina )

R - riot ( hollywood undead )

F - friends in low places ( worthikids )

A - animal i have become ( three days grace )

R - roller mobster ( carpenter brut )

E - exit music (for a film) ( radiohead )

D - dance macabre ( ghost )

tagged by: @prettytm

tagging: @pseudolife @pseudodead @nezemnyy @tinzony @taliaromanova @resignedworkaholics @whorrcr @pictrrasputin & anyone else!

[serpentide]

° • * ˚ ⁀ ➷ @pseudodead , the serpent and the wings of night : " don't look away. " (ghost)

　𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ▬▬ even the most docile of snakes may flaunt the sharpness of its fangs when threatened by a predator much bigger than him. the ophidian vixen stands on uncertain ground, her limited knowledge of the world paints her current circumstances in the monochromatic hues of ignorance ; his uniform should at least look familiar, but it matters not how much she observes even the smallest detail sewn against battle - worn fabric, his presence is reminiscent of neither nightmares nor dreams. and thus her hold around her sickle tightens, its sharp edge gleams in the barely illuminated alleyway behind the circus tent whilst the dagger at the end of its chain dangles idly beside her ; a voice within the depth of a fragmented psyche warns her against this course of action, for what could a mere jester's scythe do against fire weapons ? it may be the voice of her most bestial instincts, or mayhap it is one of the gods that she used to pray to, but her stance does not falter [ ... ] it would be better to die, than to be put inside of a cage yet again.

❝ if you're trying to take me home, it won't end well. ❞ and even whilst her lips part and she speaks in silver - belled song, all her mind can currently focus 'pon is the reason that lays at the basis of his presence here. has he come here for the ambrosia, to either claim it for himself or to stop her from spreading happiness ? has he come here because he wishes to own the girl who can speak with snakes, as many before him have dreamt of ? down her body, a muscle stiffens. in the dead of the night, a being even darker than the star - less cerulean moves: her python, now enlarged to its greatest size, has begun to crawl towards them, circling around and tasting the air with the swift flicks of a forked tongue ; it does not attack the mysterious man, not yet at least. emboldened by the presence of her companion, serpent breaks the quietude between them once more. ❝ you don't look tasty ... but i'm sure that my lovely friend won't mind it too much, meat is meat, after all. ❞

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ The din in the background served to make some great white noise. Everything faded to the back of her mind with it playing, able to focus solely on Simon. There was so much noise inside her head that, sometimes, when there was noise outside it cleared things for her. Or, mayhaps, she was just inside her head so much that she didn't focus well on things that were happening on earth.

--- Gaze cast in the water more than on her friend or anywhere else. Looking for fish, or turtles, watching the ripples as they endlessly spread out. The water on her leg gathered her attention enough to laugh and look at Simon. Simon who looked.... Tired. Almost to his very core. "Stagnant is, unfortunately, my middle name."

--- "But I'm open to some, uhm, ideas. Let's make things fun!" Her voice was cheery, bright. So when the next time she spoke, the low hushed tones were a large change. "Is everything okay?" Curiously, she peered to the other teen, hoping that he would be a little honest with her. Maybe she could do something to help.

was it wrong to want to just — breathe? chest rising &&. falling rough [ ... ] bruised ribs ACHING beneath a hand-me-down t-shirt of a band he never wanted to hear again. Chrissy's idle swirling /// splashing of cool waters grounding him to the present peace ( droning out the loud bass, the sickly scent of cheap booze, and the LAUGHTER ).

still . . . it'd take a moment for him to register her words as anything more than BACKGROUND NOISE. like the hymns at mom's church or the movie put on the old tv roll cart when the teacher didn't exactly feel like teaching.

a brief glimpse to her before fleeing to the sunset. still waters coloured by the warm shades of summer. ❝ dunno. ❞ a blatant lie followed by a beat of silence. a too-tired sigh for a mere teenager finally breaking it as his leg splashed at her own. ❝ summer vacation's supposed to be fun. right? an' here we are just . . . stagnant. ❞

[pseudolife-archived2]

❝ it’s getting harder to keep my hands off you lately. ❞ (roach/ghost)

It's probably the socks. It's, unfortunately, the first thought that comes to his mind - but fortunately, not the thing he replies with - instead that honor goes to a throaty moan, something that's immediately swallowed by the other man. Consumed as Roach's thoughts spin, mind whirling as Ghost's grounding, groping, bruising touch becomes lighter over the thin fabric.

It's true, his immediate thought - Ghost has become more touchy thanks the introduction of the clothing. Rough hands always gliding over smooth, cheap fabric as he buries a partially masked face against the hollow of Gary's throat or, more favorably, pins him down for a kiss. But as much as it was true, it also... wasn't. Because this has been a steady climb of increased affection from the very beginning, and where they were then and there? It seemed like a natural progression of things. The right way for them, as a couple.

"Sor - ry...?" It comes out more confused than a real apology. Stuttered as a hot mouth makes its way down his throat and across his bare shoulder. As fingers dig into the newly acquired fabric and begin to tear. "I could... go?" And now Roach is teasing him. Voice dropping low as he whimpers not the man's name, but his callsign. Riling him up in a way that has the lieutenant growling and Roach laughing, even as the grip on his legs tightens, even as it begins to bruise and hurt -

Roach wasn't going anywhere until Ghost had his fill of touching him. And honestly? He didn't mind.

[zaldriz3s-a]

#ZALDRIZ3S. a selective, private multimuse containing the dragons from hotd/asoiaf, both canon and ocs. penned by kaddy. 21+ sporadic activity. MEME TAG.

affiliated with: @/absolventiia, @/pseudodead ( daemon targaryen ), @/zaldarias

rules and muses under the cut.

my portrayal is mostly headcanon based, i cherry pick from both the show, but mostly the books. this is a sideblog, follow backs come from @/rh4egar. until the commissioned graphics are done this blog may look a bit bare, but it's ready to rp regardless.

please do not preassure me for replies, there will be no romantic ships on this blog, familiar/platonic ships are more than encouraged, dragons share a deep, sacred bond with their riders. speaking of which, i love rider AUs. plot with me <3

while i find i.ncest to be disgusting, and i doubt i will ever find a reason to even mention this, this is the asoiaf world. fetishazion and glorification of i.ncest, as well as r.ape and m.urder, will earn you a hard block, though.

i will under no circumstance rp with people who humanize the dragons. i don't see the appeal and i'm not interested.

no dance and dragonYX survived AUs are readily available bc the dragons deserved better.

you want a dragon to be added? shoot me a message and i'll most likely say yes.

graphics and psd was made by @/calirphs

the dragonpit.

primary.

viserion; the golden wind. female. life-death: 299AC - ridden by: - bio tba.

caraxes; the blood wyrm. male. life-death: 40AC — 130AC ridden by: aemon targaryen, daemon targaryen. bio tba.

melaryon; the blood snake. female. life-death: 107AC — 130AC ridden by: aurane targaryen. ( @absolventiia ) bio tba.

secondary.

arrax; the grey sacrfice. female. life-death: 118AC — 129AC ridden by: lucerys velaryon. bio tba.

syndor; the silver shadow. male. life-death: 116AC — 130AC ridden by: aurane targaryen. ( @absolventiia ) bio tba.

silverwing, the silver queen. female. life-death: 35AC — 150AC ridden by: alysanne targaryen, alyssa targaryen. ( @loreforged ) bio tba.

meraxes, the silver vanquish. female. life-death: 88BC — 10AC ridden by: rhaenys targaryen. bio tba.

rhaegal; the green dander. male. life-death: 299AC - ridden by: - bio tba.

vermighul; the grey ghost. male. life-death: 99AC - ridden by: viserra velaryon. ( @haemuna ) bio tba.

meleys; the red queen. female. life-death: 71AC - 129AC ridden by: alyssa targaryen, rhaenys targaryen. bio tba.

request only.

morning, the pink morning. female. life-death: 131AC — 150AC ridden by: rhaena targaryen. bio tba.

naghul, the jade ghost. male. life-death: 112AC — ridden by: — bio tba.

giscarion; the green shadow. male. life-death: 300BC — 80BC ridden by: rhaella targaryen bio tba.

vermithrax; the white ghost. female. life-death: 186BC — 27BC ridden by: valeana targaryen bio tba.

syrax: the golden lady. female. life-death: 97AC — 130AC ridden by: rhaenyra targaryen. ( @zaldarias ) bio tba.

[a-vctlan]

— basorexia / the desire to kiss prompts | @pseudodead :

❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship . (ummm uhhhh surprise me????)

It hurts.

It hurts to be close, the persistent feeling of being pulled apart at the seams, cells bursting as Her flesh loses it's structure around Him, consuming and consumed, skin melting together seeking unity.

He is of Her, but She is not of Him. The familiarity in Their strains serves only to hurt Them both.

And yet, She cradles His head as He falls, as His rebellion is smothered under the call of Her presence. Their human forms are only skin-deep, and She feels His confusion.

She... feels for it. Had She felt as He did, once?

It is a mimicry of human affection, the way She attempts to soothe Him, a kiss to His temple. It is stilted, movements brought on as if through instincts long forgotten — but He is Her child.

He is what was taken from Her... or as close of a facsimile as She would be given. It hurts, Her cells revolting at His presence, but it lessens the gaping and forever bleeding awareness that what was once precious to Her was taken.

Such thoughts barely linger in Her mind, ghosts of a higher cognition that was buried in order to survive the decades worth of testing She had been put through... but they linger in the awareness of Her name.

"You will run. You will live." A thousand voices call, and yet none at all, Her rasping voice barely audible in the air between them.

He wants Her dead. She understands. She is MOTHER.

She will see Him succeed, She will see Him grow... so that They may live on.