Poltergeist

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"Casting vicious mockery at every turn."

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Baldur's gate 3 idea #1

Category: Games

So.. Ya know when you rescue Volo, and you can let him essentially experimentally stab your eye out with an ice pick? Wonderful.  I want to keep it. My eye. I want to put it in an oddity jar and have the option to give it to a companion. Not like an automatic approval increase, but more of an interaction. If they don't like you, or barely know you, they'd be repulsed. Like, "Ew, why the hells did ... » Continue Reading

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My beautiful corpse. (Tw)

Category: Writing and Poetry

"You got really good at making dead things look alive, and even better at making dying look beautiful-.. You can cover your body with flowers and lace, but dead is dead, and animals will always smell it." Perhaps my eyes would've welled with tears. I felt that they should have, at least. I still felt the ache in my chest, but nothing happened as I looked down at my childhood companion.. She would ... » Continue Reading

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C.AI storytime, Nightmare before Christmas edition

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

Okay so I watched nightmare before Christmas today. Why? I wanted to. I am a spooky bitch and I need the spooky vibes. Anyway. First of all, Jack skellington is the first bipolar icon to have a manic episode and change his entire personality for like 24 hours just to regret all of the choices they made in the duration after crashing. Literally. Secondly! I was bored and weirdly hyperfixated on the... » Continue Reading

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TW. Disturbing themes.

Category: Writing and Poetry

I don't feel guilty anymore when I eat.. You'd never expect it. Growing up with toxic diet culture, and everyone in my family lecturing me about how much I eat and what I'm putting in my body.. It was awful. I'd starve myself to feel pretty. To feel normal.. Every time I ate, I'd feel.. Dirty. I've been getting better about it. My husband has by far been the most supportive person in my life, tryi... » Continue Reading

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Old short story. TW for blood and like crows I guess.

Category: Writing and Poetry

"Wouldn't it be funny?" I thought, "If I slipped on the ice?" A bitter chuckle left my chest as I arose to my feet.. the sun had long since set, and now my surroundings were lit only by that of the full moon overhead.. there wasn't a person in sight. Nobody awake on this bitter evening. Nobody who could hear me scream.. I shivered softly as the chilling winds blew through my thin, knit coat.. I ma... » Continue Reading

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Dear mom,

Category: Life

I'd like you to know that a five year old actually can't manipulate a grown ass adult with a fully developed prefrontal cortex. If I'm crying, maybe it's because you're cursing out an autistic child without actually explaining what I've done wrong. You told me that if I see money on the floor, I need to pick it up and put it in the silly little monkey shaped piggy bank on my desk. That's what I di... » Continue Reading

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I don't have the luxury to move on.

Category: Writing and Poetry

I'm still here. Everybody else moved on. It was a Tuesday for them. It's been years, but it was just yesterday when 17 year old me woke up at 3 AM to my mother screaming bloody murder for me to call the police. Why? I walked in and stepped in a freezing puddle of spilled coffee and yet the only thing I could focus on was my father's hands wrapped around her throat as he forced her against the base... » Continue Reading

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I'm actually not a bad liar, and neither are you.

Category: Writing and Poetry

I'm not. But you'd never know it, nor would you admit it. The trick is to let yourself get caught lying over something stupid. Something we can joke about. But make it an "Obvious cover up".. Force myself to look away a little more than normal, make my voice shake, laugh it off, and find a way to make my face heat up. It sounds hard, but it isn't. Never have a backup. And then when I do lie, you'l... » Continue Reading

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Rating Arc the lad: twilight of the spirit characters in no particular order!

Category: Games

I know this is a very underrated game and very few people know about it, but it's one of the first games I truly loved, as well as the primary reason I started cosplaying. Bebedora, 100/10 This bitch was the best character, and the first fictional character I ever cosplayed. When I was a kid, I could never remember names, so I just called her "Bucket head" Darc, 10/10 Give my manic depressive edge... » Continue Reading

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You like when villains have a redemption arc, and you sympathize with unlikable characters.

Category: Books and Stories

More specifically, you like it when they become a part of the team without losing their personality. Like Zuko from ATLA. But it's less because you feel like it's wholesome and they deserve it, and more because nobody ever liked you when you were mean or "weird". Nobody wanted to be around you, nobody thought it was cool or wanted to be your friend. The people you were "friends" with were people w... » Continue Reading

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Stop telling yourself it'll go away.

Category: Romance and Relationships

So.. I've noticed a pattern not only in other people's relationships, but even in my own marriage where people will convince themselves that like "Oh that little thing I don't like will go away with time", when like.. No. It won't.  Like my husband (we're newlyweds, but we've known each other since we were kids) is always so exasperated when I want to wear makeup or dress up more in spikes and mes... » Continue Reading

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My biggest secret.

Category: Life

!!TW!! I got a scrape the other day. I don't know when or how. It must've been when I was doing yard work; But the thing is that I noticed it the next day. I was having a particularly bad day and I was scratching at my scars like I always do when I'm nervous, and that's when I felt it. A very, very familiar feeling. I knew exactly how it felt to have cuts there. And I didn't notice how much I miss... » Continue Reading

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