9 Works by ghostail
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he was battered, and torn, and bleeding, and frustrated- today hadn’t just been his usual bad happenings. it had been straight rotten.
but… it had its perks, he supposed. as the sun finally set, his bad luck seem to diminish as well. with the appearance of the stars, the moon had appeared. and the moon was beautiful.
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one last try at being real by ghostail
Fandoms: Dead End: Paranormal Park (Cartoon), Dead Endia
21 Nov 2022
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- DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ DEADENDIA: THE BROKEN HALO BY HAMISH STEELE -
courtney stared down at their claws, tracing their wrist as they locked their feet into the carpet. reality was finicky, and so were they. they could feel the glittering touch of the metal doorknob beneath their claws, the rugged carpet beneath their feet, and smell the rusted brimstone that floated through the hall, looking out towards the sunset beyond its quarters. too perfect, too quiet- too real.
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Norma frowned slightly, approaching the stair railings but staying out of sight. The main hall was completely empty as far as she could see, but there was a random bag of popcorn with the top crunched off.
clunk. bang baNG BANG BANG BANG
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i hope. i hope. i wonder if i hope too much.
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i have a ton of little fluff stories with both razor and bennett that seem a tad inconvenient to post individually, so here’s a work that ill be putting all of them in! prompts or suggestions are very much welcomed
ill be updating this pretty regularly :D
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“are you ready to stop pretending?”
“no.”
but we have to.
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some scars are physical, some scars are mental.
and some people have a little bit of both.
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it’s not like bennett ever intended to fall.
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the moonlight illuminated the writing as bennett scanned it over again and again, tapping his foot in a nervous sense as he lost his thoughts again.
‘i couldn’t even give it to them, and they already know what it says. what kind of idiot am i?’