@ghostbloomed sent “ I had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. “ / derek

they needed a shortcut and it was broad daylight. they couldn't just be climbing buildings. luckily alice knew all the stores on this street had stock rooms with back doors. they just needed to go through one of them. "you had it under control?" alice asked, laughing as she wove her way through to the back of the store. "yeah, sure. if you had kept going we'd be cleaning up a body right now and you'd still be kicking in the door." yeah, they'd know how to get into the stock room, but they wouldn't just have the code to the door, they'd have a mess on their hands. when alice took over, they didn't have a body to take care of, they were simply allowed to walk back through the door. sure, derek's intimidation probably helped, but alice's smooth talking did the trick. she keyed in the stock room code, and pushed open the door. "okay, see we're good, now we can run."

@ghostbloomed asked: ‘ this won’t feel good, but it’ll help the infection. ’ - finn to jasper

JASPER COULDN’T BELIEVE he was still alive. After all he’d been through, and after all he was STILL going through, the amount of pain he was in was making him feel like he was going crazy. And he knew his cries of pain were affecting the others in the camp; he just didn’t know how to control himself. Being asleep was better than being awake.

However, today, he was feeling a little better than yesterday — that is, until Finn came in with the medicine — or whatever the hell that stuff was. JASPER GROANED, letting his head flop against the floor of the drop ship. “I’m so tired, Finn…” He felt helpless. “If it’s gonna hurt, just… just GET IT OVER WITH.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🖤🖤

birthday wishes! ( always accepting ) + @ghostbloomed

omg friendddd, i cannot, can you believe we have known each other full and multiple years now? like, my creative, amazing counterpart has been you for ages, and i'm just so effing glad to be celebrating another birthday with you in my life!!!

you better know there's more to come and i just love and miss writing with you because??? your writing is great and your muses are amazing and you're so fucking talented, blake. hope your day was as good as mine! ♡

@ghostbloomed sent 050.   a childhood home or bedroom . / from camden

they had boxes stacked up outside the room, but it still felt like there was plenty to pack. it wasn't her room, but she'd spent plenty of time in it. packing it up and deciding what to keep and what to put in storage with cam felt like a next step, but it also felt like leaving something behind for the both of them. she was going through his bookshelf, putting books in boxes or holding them out to him to get his opinion on what to do with it. she gasped when she found their senior year book, and instantly flipped to a page. "i used to look at this all the time!," she admitted. as soon as she found what she was looking for, she held it out to him. there on a page of collaged pictures was the two of them surrounded by their friends at their usual lunch table. "it's one of my favorite pictures."

❛ you’d look cuter holding my hand, but whatever. ❜ (kitty to ryder)

@ghostbloomed  answered:

HE WASN’T AWARE SHE WOULD’VE WANTED THAT. after their dinner at breadstix - he viewed her much differently, because they could relate to each other. But he still had a hard time understanding her fully in some ways, his gaze searching her face before he sighed. “ wait — “ ryder called out to the cheerio, hoping she’d pause, but any case tried to catch up with her so he could talk to her without yelling in the hallway. there’s a pause that lingers as he takes a deep breath, his head inclining towards her so he spoke only for and to her. “ are you sayin’ you want me to hold your hand? “ he asked, his gaze now searching kitty’s

Great, had she developed a crush on someone who didn't even see the clues and hints that seemed to be bigger than a billboard? Blue eyes going to his she had been too emotionally available, emotionally slutty if you will. She hated being the girl who was out and vulnerable with all of her emotions. Looking around the hallway she couldn't handle the public humilliation of people knowing she was being rejected. She had avoided blow out from her breakup with Jake by saying that she had broken up with him, a small lie attached to another one that made her look good. Her rep couldn't take another hit. Pulling Ryder into another classroom she kept them out of the general eyes of Mckinley. "If you tell anyone that I said that I'll be the first one in line to buy a gallon worth of slush to pour over your freakishly tall frame." Her threat not one that would be idle if she was the one that was going to be the one hurt. "I thought there was something between us but... I can have other offers with the snap of my fingers." Her cheeks attempting to show no emotion while she didn't exactly answer his question. Her eyes still didn't want to lock with his. "You aren't doing me any favors by trying to let me down easy."

@ghostbloomed​ liked for a starter 

Maddy could have been better at how she was handling things. She could have avoided involving someone else but then again, there were a lot of could’ve should’ve would’ves. “No I’m not.” The claims that she was just a bitch circling around her. “I’m just trying to get back at my really shitty ex-boyfriend.”

@ghostbloomed

with a laugh, ginny soared past her brother, twirling as she pressed herself closer to the broomstick beneath her. eyes focused on the fence post at the other end of the clearing, ginny shifted the makeshift quaffle under her arm before sending it flying toward the fence post. with a brilliant smile, she pulled up on her broom and veered around to perk a brow at her older brother.

"were you even trying, fred? because if so, you need to hang up your broom and stop playing. that was pathetic."

A Hallo-Weave, too 👻

𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓉 ♥

you know...if the devs wanted to, like, be more conscious of their character's nationalities, they would have reworked Niran's ghost lotus to be a tuberose, aka the funeral flower of Thailand.

@ghostbloomed sent ❝ i’ll go with you, if you don’t want to be alone. ❞ / camden

she was perfectly capable of doing this by herself, but she didn't have to. she didn't have to do every big life milestone by herself anymore. her family had shattered and piece by piece she'd put it back together, some parts of the old one remained: camden, isaac and nicole, but the rest she'd fixed with new faces. it was nice to have people who cared enough to ask whether she wanted someone to come with her for something like going to get her first passport. "of course i want you to come with me. government people are scary." it'd be nice to have someone in the waiting room with her so she didn't psych herself out.

@ghostbloomed asked: ‘ that’s not a good sign. ’ finn to monty

SIGHING DEEPLY, Monty nodded in agreement. “Yeah…” He looked up, seeing that the sky was getting darker by the second. “We should be GETTING BACK, anyway. You never know what comes out at night.” Whether there were Grounders or wild animals, it was likely a bad idea to be out in the open at night.

@ghostbloomed - amycus ♡'d for a starter !

amycus was a practical kind of man. the sort that knew where he wanted to see the pieces of everything laid out, ahead of ever making the approach. marlene remembers the start of them, the start of everything. or maybe it'd be better to consider it THE END OF ALL THINGS, considering. it's about how you look at it, she supposes, in a way that feels both tired and strange and long lived within her skin. that they have been back and forth on this for years, and she wonders, if either of this find this fun anymore now that they're grown up, with all the complications of it now contained therein.

there's no more hallway TEASING FLIRTATIONS to paint beneath the guise of a sneer. they don't have the benefit of school to bring them together in unwillingly crowded spaces, and their reasons to find one another falter, until she's been ushered back into these hollowed homes of the sacred 28 once more. she could taste the hunger of her parents' ambition with her return, and their eagerness to have her out, about, circling, a vision.

she knows it grates him. pulls at his peace, and she'll say nothing of it when they're near one another. it's all games again, only she hasn't slipped, she won't, SHE CAN'T. the others, they don't know her like he did. it was only a matter of timing before he unravelled her intent if she allowed him too near, and then what? then what... those are questions of loyalty that marlene knows she will not win. even tonight as she enters his home for dinner, her head ducking gracefully, that smile, a fixture. "it's been far too long, amycus. have you been well?"

- @ghostbloomed

Hear me out. Hear me the fuck out.

Baptiste x Lifeweaver fanfic that about Bap's vampire skin and Lifeweaver's ghostbloom skin 👀

@ghostbloomed​ sent #15 for spotify wrapped for Kitty from Ryder 

“Did they tell you I'm the devil?” It was no surprise how rumors spread like wildfire around McKinley. Whether she was willing to accept the accusations of being less than christian with others she would never say. Crossing her arms she glued her eyes Ryder’s way. Whether he would make his own opinions of her was still to be determined. Then again, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he just agreed to get along with everyone else in the club that was forming itself once again. 

Ghostbloom Lifeweaver is so pretty,,,,