Ghost Reader - Tumblr Posts

I loved that one giorno HC, can you write a scenario where the reader plays guitar for him? And giorno sings the song back to her when she died? You don't have to accept my request if you're too busy <3

———————————————————-

Of course, darling.

The song I'll be using is 'Overgrown Gardens'. It seemed like the perfect fit for this request. While we're at it, here's a little thing about me. I can play the guitar and ukulele..although I can not sing.

———————————————————-

Content warning:

———————————————————-

Overgrown Garden

———————————————————-

◈ 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗. "𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚢~ 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, ~ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞~" 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗~ 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎." 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚜. "𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚢~ 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, ~ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞~" "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 '𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍. "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛.."

◈ "The thorns grew tighter every day 'round your ankles dripping red you placed a crown of marigolds on my head and then you said as you tried to pull your bloody hands away..'I'm never gonna leave you behind, someday. In the daises and the bluebells, weeping by the ay. Because i love you, and i would do anything, i would do anything, anything at all...'." he sang quietly. "I wonder when you left me behind that day, asleep beneath the willows, withering away. If you were okay, because i would do anything for you, I would do anything" He hums, leaning on your tombstone. Rhododendron, lilies, and other kinds of flowers surround him. "I guess you're the one who left me in the end. Didn't you keep all your promises? why make a promise of never leaving me if you did, anyway." he whispers, a cold breeze flowing as he shivers slightly. "I never said I'd leave you, Gio. I keep all of my promises, sure, i may not be here physically, but I'm with you spiritually, I'm in your heart," you mumble, wrapping your misty arms around him. Marigolds bloom beautifully, and different shades of them are scattered around. He looks at the flowers and makes a flower crown, braiding the stems. Placing the crown of marigolds on your grave, he smiles. "I know you'd never leave me, but it feels like you'll leave me one day. Promise not to leave me, alright?" Placing a kiss on the grave, a single flower of your F/F grows. "I'll visit you next time, alright? Hope you have a good day." Walking away from your grave, your spirit follows him, keeping the promise forever.

———————————————————-

Literally going to sell my soul for a continuation of this fic

How you get the ghostbusters back for trapping you

Warnings: reader is super petty, non canon events, the guys are assholes in this, aggression

After being trapped for three months in that stupid ghost trap, you are severely pissed off with the ghostbusters

You’d spend months beforehand innocently haunting them and building individual bonds with them

All for them to take your one mistake as reason to punish you, you never meant to hurt Dana so why were you punished so severely

You, being as stubborn and strong willed as you are, expected them to be begging for forgiveness considering what they put you through

But they all acted like everything was going to go back to the way it was before, they didn’t even offer you the slightest apology for what they did

This did not bode well with you

In fact, it only seemed to enrage you further

You started off with your usual pettiness, but it lacked your standard playful style and just came off malicious

But the ghostbusters still found a way to make it a joke

You would mess with Egon’s lab equipment and experiments, but he’d just laugh it off in an Egon fashion and then suggest to your invisible figure that the two of you play chess again like you used to do so you could get your anger out

You’d hide the traps Winston was cleaning and storing in ridiculous hiding places, but Winston would just laugh and ask if you were playing hide and seek again

You’d turn off and change Ray’s music on his radio to something aggressive, but the only reaction you received was Ray joking that your music taste had definitely changed since you last played music together

Whenever Venkman would read the crossword prompts out to you and hold his pen out expectingly, you would write profanity in all the gaps

But venkman only sarcastically commented that “that’s definitely doesn’t fit the hint”

It infuriated you, they turned your anger into a joke and treated you like a pet who did a cute trick instead of a (spirit) person

You started to retract yourself from showing your presence to them out of embarrassment that your anger and their reaction caused you

You felt like an embarrassed child who had just been scolded rather than someone who underwent a painful and traumatic process of your spirit being caged to a small confined trap

You stopped showing yourself and kept to yourself next to janine’s desk so you could listen to her conversations on the phone as your only source of entertainment

You even tried to leave the ghostbusters HQ but found yourself unable to leave the building without attaching yourself to a human person, and you weren’t going to follow any of the ghostbusters around anymore

Despite janine working for the ghostbusters and Dana being the reason you were put in the trap, you never treated them unkindly

You understood them both and you knew that your anger wasn’t directed at them and they were just coincidental bystanders

You let your anger simmer but eventually it bubbled over the top

You heard the boys joking that soon you’d be over your “tantrum” and would come back to hang out with them

They joked about how they could ever think you were dangerous when all you’ve pulled are childish stunts

You felt yourself twist and twitch in anger and embarrassment as you heard them mock your very real emotions as if you weren’t once breathing like them

You decided that if you were originally going to be labelled as dangerous, then you would become dangerous to them

Instead of messing with Egons equipment to ruin his test results, you’d smash it to pieces and throw them at him

Instead of hiding the traps that Winston was cleaning and storing, you’d smash them to pieces and release the spirits inside to cause chaos in the HQ

Instead of messing with the radio of the car that Ray was cleaning, you’d blast loud screaming music in his ears before smashing the windows of the car

Instead of writing profanity on Venkmans crosswords, you tore his office apart and disposed of important documents before writing “fuck you ghostbusters” on his desk

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you were living (dead) proof of that

Your anger infected you and turned you violent in a way you hadn’t been in your entire stay with the ghostbusters

And the ghostbusters weren’t sure what to do

They didn’t want to put you back into a trap considering that’s what caused this mess in the first place, and they missed you dearly when you were gone

But your aggression was getting out of hand

They decided that the best plan of action would be to find out more about your life when you were alive to appeal to your human side

And until they found something they could use, they had better get better at dodging thrown items…..

Home.

Pairing- Ghost!Reader x Ghostbusters.

Platonic relationship between all of them. There’s like a parent sort of dynamic between them all.

Warnings: none.

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

With a sigh from downstairs, Janine had just finished getting off the phone with someone from a dance studio. Complaining that they needed the ghost gone because it was disrupting their classes. Janine being Janine, she agreed to the job, pressing the button to alert the guys downstairs.

She told them the address, and since it was late, she told them they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone being there but the owner of the building. With a grunt from at least 3 of the guys, they all loaded into the ecto-1, making sure they had everything before heading off to the address they were given.

Once they’d arrived, Peter and Ray were the first to get off, Winston and Egon last. Egon was first to get the proton packs out, Winston helping him as Ray and Peter got situated. As they all finished getting everything, the owner of the dance studio came out, cigarette in hand. He looked furious, Peter couldn’t hold back a laugh, seeing the grown man in tights.

Ray giving him quite a shove to shut him up before they all walked up, the owner beginning to step up to explain what the problem is. “There’s this ghost in there, dressed like a ballerina, I don’t know what it’s doing but it’s scaring away all my potential teachers and students” The owner cried out, basically annoyed to get the problem gone. With a nod, they all walked inside, with Ray asking to lead to where this ghost was.

Trailing behind them, Egon was looking at the pke meter, watching as there was nothing coming up until passing a dance room, where he thought he heard faint humming. Ignoring the small spike in energy he continued following behind the others, only to stop in his tracks as if he heard a door open.

The others heard and turned back as well, the same door he stopped by had the door partly opened. With slow looks between each other, the owner (we’ll call him Dave) sighed as if he knew this was going to happen. “She moved again, she’s been doing this anytime I’ve gotten close” Dave huffed as Ray and Winston glanced at him.

“Would you possibly happen to know why?” Asked Ray “Obviously not, I just want her gone” Dave exclaimed “Look, Look. Please just Notify me when she’s gone, I will pay anything to have her gone” Dave added before walking away, leaving before any of them agreed to anything.

With them all alone now, they all turned to each other before the door. With a gentle pull of the door from Winston, they all poked their heads into the door. Sure they’ve done this billions of times before, but they could never get too used to the fact that they are handling and catching ghosts. They looked around the room to see a ghost, dressed as a ballerina, doing all sorts of moves around the room.

She had this purple-ish aura around her, something telling them she’s calm, she wouldn’t try to hurt them or run away. After watching her for a bit, Peter and Ray looked at each other, thinking if they should just trap her now, the two nodding at each other as Peter began to power his proton pack up, Ray sliding the trap to the center of the room.

Egon and Winston went along with it, only watching as the ghost stood dead still. She looked to be breathing, panting almost but she forced herself to stop. She was aware she was dead, but she couldn’t leave, it was home for her. Taking a breath, She slowly began turning around, looking up at all of them, making eye contact with each, only one of them seeming afraid to her.

“I don’t… wanna leave…” she tried to say, her ‘voice’ sounding hoarse, as if she’d been screaming for eternity. They looked at each other before Winston stepped out. “We can take you to a better place, we just have to get you out of here, alright?” He said to her, watching her step back as he stepped forward.

“Home…” she said quietly — “Home.” Once more “This is my Home.” She said loudly, the others assuming she was only going to get louder. They stepped back and covered their ears.

Seeing this, she immediately stepped down, covering her mouth with her ghostly hands before running through the mirrors basically, leaving slime on them. With a roll of his eyes, Venkman looked to Winston with a ‘Thanks a lot’ look. Winston only shook his head.

“What was that about?” Ray asked, looking over at the others then at the mirror. “Not sure, but she seemed pretty young to not want to leave, after all, she most likely did die here” Egon explained, walking over to where she left slime on the mirrors. He quickly collected a sample, only before realizing they needed to get her gone.

Looking over at the others, Egon walked over as they began to plan something quick but easy, not wanting to make a mess but that never failed to happen. As they made the plan to trap her as soon as they got her, they heard a giggle down the hall.

Looking over to the open door, they slowly piled out of it, seeing an open one down the hall a few doors down. “She’s so bipolar, wonder what she was like when she was alive” Venkman commented, the others rolling their eyes before making their way over. With a pull of the other door, the ghost stood in the middle of the room, her feet almost crossed as her arms were extended.

The guys piled into the room, circling her but not to the point where the streams would cross over each other. With a quick countdown from Peter, one my one they turned on their proton packs , Ray sliding the trap beneath her as soon as they lifted her. Noticing she wasn’t fighting it, he smiled before opening the trap.

Once they ghost was gone, they walked over to the trap, one of them kicking it slightly before Ray picked up the smoking trap, ready to walk out and get the payment to go home. “So for dinner tonight what are we havin’?” Winston asked as they all walked out, Ray chuckling and Peter rolling his eyes. “I heard there’s a new pizza place down the road from here?” Ray mentioned as they stepped out and saw the owner walking over, looking relieved but nervous.

“Is she gone?” Dave asked with a hopeful smile, Ray only lifting the smoking trap in response before Egon began to pull the proton packs off of the others. Peter began establishing prices with Dave, the others acting like they aren’t listening but are making sure it’s enough to split between them all. Once they were all ready to go and had their check, they drove off to the firehouse.

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

Months later, things were like normal except they now had two ghosts hanging around instead of one. Egon now had a new experiment for weeks at a time, testing the ballerina. She had told them her name after they settled so much. Y/n, It fit for such a lovely ballerina.

They warmed up to her and treated her as their own child, sometimes forgetting that she’s a ghost and all. They made some room for her to practice her ballet when she needed to be alone and such. She was kinda happy she had a new home as a ghost.

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

Thank you guys so much for reading, I know this isn’t as good as my others since i did kind of rush it out after this motivation boost. I hope you enjoyed it, and such. I hope you have a good day and or evening and I love you! See you🤎

Can't a ghost have some peace?

...and mora wouldn't be bad either...

Soooooo...guys, granny was occupied with her exams this week and my freak out time also took some time off of my schedule, this mean: to the people who is somewhat interested in the lyneyxreader "I'm not nuts, okay?!", most of the second chapter is in the work, but its still not complete. That work will probably only be 3 chapters long.

Anyway, no one cares about this old granny that doesn't know how to work the internet quites right yet, lets just focus in my new brainrot!

Guys, do you remember Hu tao's quest?? The ghost boy and Hu tao's insistence in helping the passing, *cof**cof* such as chasing Qiqi *cof**cof*

So, you, my sweet summer child, reader, is a ghost!

The afterlife isn't that exciting, you dare say, you die and you keep having the same apparence, same place, same everything, EVEN same job! C'mon! You thought death was supposed to be about resting!

But nooooo!

You literally die from working way too much in the family hotel, get a silent funeral where your crazy uncle buries your old shell in the garden just for your soul to be unnerved enough by It to make you return. Seriously, you just wanted something a little more beautiful than just freaking dirt to lay for eternity, but still, he justifies that your body was meant to bring the earth back to it's glorious days with blooming flowers.

Anyway, with no more employees other than your deceased self and your employer, uncle Yan, running the place was simply a mess, alone in the path between Liyue to Sumeru with just travelers to keep human company for you two. You always thought this Bull crap of only employing family was dumb, the only thing keeping...that kept you, when alive, was the heck of a guilt trip your parents forced down your throat, hypocrites! Both of them, leaving you here while going on to explore Teyvat. "Adventurous hearts", They said, couldn't keep them locked down, but your poor uncle! How would he keep your great great great parents bussiness running If he was alone?!

Your uncle was fine, the second you reappeared in a ghostly form trying to get him scared enough to change your burial ground he simply sipped his tea, said you should change and eat your supper before before It gets cold, after that, to hurry to bed because, as he put It, "the early worm gets be safe from the bird". And there! Back to work.

It took you some time, but slowly you learnt how to keep your shape stable and still be able to interact with solid objects, even If everything was the same, being a completelly new being without a solid form to keep your soul grounded and in its shape was hard! Many doesn't know, but the soul is like a mollusc seeking for a home, its composition being maleable in such a way It shapes itself to the body that houses it, but, after losing its recipient, time also eats away the form It was holding previuosly and learning how to still be...you took you some valuable time.

Anyhow, everything happened, let bygone be bygones, hada hada hada, you wake to the rising sun, work and...stare in space or wander around the place as the sun set, till the Sun wakes to greet you once again. Though the 'not needing sleep' thing let you pick up and try multiple hobbies, flowers were finally blooming in the garden with the help of your ghostly hands and the books about gardening your uncle buys from some merchands that pass by, you perfected your abilities with bakering and started to try new recipes the casual guest speaks about here and there, you are trying to learn your uncle's way with tales but still, It seems theater is not in your genes. That dramatic man probably took ALL of It from the whole family in the gene pool.

So see, you are a pretty laid back and chill ghost, is almost as If you never died in the first place, so can that freaking child leave you alone?! Brunette, teenager, obsessed with passing, keep giving the guests creepy advices and trying to tie you up to force you to go be burried. You feel like you became way to good with the impression of a kind of solid body.

"Don't be to hasle, director, If they get too upset we will have another burnt day." - uncle's playful voice reaches your ears.

Multiple groans follows after, together with Yan's resounding laughter. Before...

"What's a burnt day?" - a child like voice echos in your ears, you bet this little pal didn't wish to sound like they are screeching, still...

"It's when the director pisses the lad so much, They burn each and every meal They make! Please! I will only stay for a week, i can't keep eating just burnt food, miss!" - pleads one of your guests.

"They need to find rest! Thats the cycle of li-", the annoying teen is cut off by a higher screech of the kid.

"THEY BURN ALL OF THEM?! THAT'S SUCH A WASTE!!"

Taking that as enough of a warning about the incoming usual ping pong discussion of 'let me bury you' and ' no's' you share with the brunette, you sneak away to the garden....what?

You hide away, walking to the farthest that is still inside the premises of the hotel so you won't listen to the girl's resoning once again in repeat, a place distant enough so your form will flicker and leave you looking like a shadow, but not enough to force It back to your resting body. It always gives you whiplash.

You sit by a tree, gazing the distance, head empty or so you wish to be, the pounding in It is so unfair, you don't even have a real head! And yet, your confusing feelings are quite too much for a soul to remember how to induce a headache.

Your irritation with the endless motivational talks about resting peacefully in death, with not being able to get there, with your uncle's calmness with this infernal situation, with your parents who left you and don't even know their guilt trip lead you to your demise, with your stupid broken self preservation and, on the other hand, after all the rage passes, you can only feel numb and frustrated. You sigh, trying to let all out in an exale of air, leave all the feelings in the place that haunts your spirit. Kinda of ironic If you do say so.

You look towards your burial ground, at least is as beautiful as you once...is that....is that blond girl...no, no, everyone gets warned about not...SHE FREAKING IS! SHE'S FREAKING TAKING YOUR FLOWERS! YOUR GODDAMNED BODY FLOWERS!

"HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" - You almost fall with how fast you jump up and run towards her, How dare she?! Your soul can't rest and now even your rotting shell has to be disturbed?! Nuh huh!

"You...you can interact with me? Is...this a cutscene?" - she whisper to herself.

You don't even get to have a sad, poetic moment for 5 minutes and now what? Is SHE confused about being a ghost?

"OF COURSE I CAN! LEAVE MY FLOWERS ALONE!"

"But...but i need to Farm...."

"...What?"

"I-i mean-", she coughs lightly as if she was simply trying to win some time to remember what she was saying, "-how...Hello, my name is Lumine.", she puts her hands in her waist, posing as a hero.

"....and?"

She looks at you like you were the weird one, "alright,see you later", she smiles and turn to continue picking the flowers, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR STUNNED FACE! How can someone be so shamelles?!

"See you now, miss!", you step on her scarf, her beautiful, glowing scarf! If she wasn't picking your body eating flowers you would be on your knees pleading for forgiveness for dirting such gorgeous thing. She gags as her troath is struck by the scarf. "Don't pick on my body!"

She turns, annoyed, "Look who is talking?!"

"don't come with that on me! I'm not the one that's literally taking someone else's death tribute!"

"Who's death are you talking?!"

"Me! You are stepping in my FREAKING body! Taking my flowers! That i myself had to give for me!"

"wait, what?"

"i get It, no one fucking cares about my end other then what i should do now that i passed! But guess what?! I'm tired of working and working and working just to waste away, for what?! just want to rest in a beautiful place, ok?! Don't i deserve to pretend that someone cares for me at least?!", you huff, even without a troath you feel a horrible pain in your vocal chords, "i just.... can't i have some semblance of...being important?"

She looked, truly looked at you, not as just some nobody trying to catch her attention. Blank face, still her eyes held an understanding you haven't seen in a long while, she gently placed the flowers in her hands back. "You are the ghost."

"...If you try and spill that Bull crap about peace and leaving this earth, then pack it, i don't wanna hear It."

"you can't leave", she says as If realising a big secret.

You look at her, sighing before sitting beside It.

She is hesitant before sitting by you, looking at the flowers. "... that's How you died?"

"Working to the bone? Yeah, and look where It got me...."

"fighting a girl about flowers?" - she jests, almost silent.

You huff a laughter, "yeah, i guess."

You two share the silent for some time and thats How your friendship with Lumine starts. Maybe, afterlife can be exciting after all.

Thats It!

Guys, i simply LOVE the twins, i'm simply in love with them both! Lumine is such a princess and Aether is such a cutie!

Anyway, granny is a little bland i think, hehehe.

Geishin fanfic lovers, If you reach this point, know my little secret...

Granny loves y'all!!!

Drink water and don't forget to eat, lets forever share the brainrots together ;)