Happy Sunday Ghesties!

happy Sunday Ghesties! 👻

😘 - love, Vernal the Ghoulette

"I Almost..." (A Richard Krupse x Female Reader Poem)

As I'm putting the finishing touches on my spicy Rammstein oneshot, here's an intimate poem I crafted during Poetry class today! Includes a song I feel captures the essence of the moment. ❤️)

(⚠️ Content warning: talks of addiction)

As she trudged and huffed

exhausted and done with the day

through the dimly lit hallway

of the modest apartment building 

She pulls a solitary key

From her warm and cozy coat pocket

And pushes open the front door

“Richard? You home?”

She calls out for her lover, her partner

Setting down her mahogany leather work bag

Dropping it to the floor

Kicking off her boots 

Sighing heavily, oh how the day

Has taken its cruel toll on her

At first, she was met with silence 

An eerie stillness, as if all life on earth

Had ceased to exist, and the sound was now

Nothing but a distant memory, an illusion

Sniff, Sniff 

pause, a beat of silence

Sniff

“Riesch?” She called out, fearful

as she inched close to their shared bedroom door

Which had been left open a crack

Nudging it wider open with her shoulder

Her heart sank at the crestfallen sight

There was Richard, hugging his knees

Sat in front of their unmade bed

In the darkness of the bedroom

“Katze..?” He weakly replied, his face barely visible

But his tears shining from the hall light pouring in

Dropping to her knees, she crawled to him

Both hands placed on his cheeks, lips parted

Concern etched on her features

“A-Are you okay? What happened?” She cooed sweetly

Her heart broke as she sighed

Wiping the tears from his face and kissing the top

Of his tousled black locks, humming softly

“I …  almost, I opened the pack, and...” His words came out broken through quick sobs

Gesturing with his head toward an open Marlborough box

Open on the carpeted floor, discarded 

“It hurts, I-I can’t do it..” He cried shakily

Prompting her to pull him into her arms 

In a warm, loving embrace while rubbing his back

Shushing him sweetly while he held her tightly

Holding on for dear life

as if she would disappear

The second he dared to let go

“Shh, it’s okay, Riesch, I know. But you didn’t, I’m so proud of you.”

She whispered into his ear

Soothing him in the way only she could, just as he did for her

When she was left feeling broken and beaten down by her own life

“You didn’t do it though, You’re so strong, okay? I love you so much.”

Pulling away, her words registered

in Richard’s brain and his eyes began desperately searching hers

“Why do you love me? What have I ever done .. to deserve you..?”

He asked, with quivering lips and sorrowful cerulean eyes

Pressing her forehead to his, she inhaled deeply and kissed him passionately

Lips connecting while she ran her hands 

From his soaked cheeks to his bare arms

“Why?” She echoed back in disbelief

“Because you’re you, Richard. Ich Liebe dich.”

POV: you’re front row after Vernal has just performed at her first ritual 🍃 (apologies for the cringgee)

THIS

can we just talk about how much more confident and happy copia has become over time

bby deserves the world

Rest In Peace, Carl Weathers. 😢💔

Vernal: “I’m curious to know if the mortals missed me, at all..?” 🍃