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@huntrhaunta
HUNTRHAUNTED, an independent ghosthunter original character set loosely in the 90's. highly affiliated + interworked with @startold's kurt michael. an exploration of grief, small town bigotry, and cat-killing curiosity. deeply loved by zero. follow backs come from @lastimad.
carrd. pinterest.
AFFILIATES INCLUDE, @startold @deatheless.
I MISS MARCY SMMMM but my heart is at my multi so i think i'm gnna move them there for time being! they'll return here once i feel like it lol <333 marcy will be at @psych1cwound for the foreseeable future :3
abigail sentence starters
i’m sorry about what’s gonna happen to you.
our game ends here.
how many bodies we talking?
i thought i heard someone out here.
let’s just leave. get the fuck out of dodge.
i love you so much. and i’m so proud of you.
vampire on my ass! vampire!
a deal’s a deal.
i can smell your blood.
i like your tattoos. do they have a meaning, or…
you got bullied in school? probably by dad, too. so when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables.
i’ve always hated this room. lot of painful memories.
you’ve made a mistake.
are you lying to me?
so, you got a boyfriend or… something like that?
what’s happening?
___’s not here.
promise me you’re not gonna let anybody hurt me?
you’re the one good thing i did in life. and i just needed you to hear that.
what can i say? i like playing with my food.
you in recovery or something? how many days you got?
my dad, well… he thought he wanted a child, but then he just lost interest.
please, please let me out.
you literally got nothing right.
can we not do this, please?
you’re not as smart as you think you are.
i saw the way you were looking at me earlier.
all right, let’s go kill us a fuckin’ vampire.
i’m scared.
you don’t get your hands dirty and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. good luck when the illusion wears off.
fucking bullshit. it’s not about the money. the money’s an excuse.
you backstabbing son of a…
i couldn’t sleep. i heard something.
here’s the thing about being a vampire. it takes a long fucking time to learn how to do all the cool shit.
something doesn’t add up.
listen, you sit here and bleed… or you trust me.
i didn’t mean to scare you.
you want to have some fun? all right. let’s have some fun.
you’re just in time for dinner.
there’s a secret door in the library. the bookshelf on the right wall.
why do you have a dick on your face?
this whole thing is a trap.
you’re so bloody and so gross.
getting shot hurts!
how much do you trust ___?
shut the fuck up!
oh, you’re a fucking priest now?
i came when you needed me. i’m here now.
i don’t scare easy. so when i do, i pay attention.
i feel like i got bit by a fucking vampire!
tell me one true thing about me.
what color are my eyes?
i can’t breathe.
i just, um… i can’t do it.
if this is about revenge, why didn’t you just kill us?
you fucking set me up.
the hard part is already over.
with that money… i can start over, you know?
that wasn’t a lie.
i like you. you’re scary, though.
god, everybody’s got to be a fucking victim now.
if you fucking say, ‘i told you so’…
you could be the richest headless man in america.
i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you don’t sound very calm right now.
you’re mine. you’re mine.
wow. you got a lot going on up there, but your brain’s not quite putting it together, huh?
do you have any kids?
nothing different about you. nothing special. just something to help me pass the time.
___ was here when you weren’t.
i just want to get to the bottom of this, you know?
i’ve had a few centuries of experience.
we got a real fucking situation here. so i don’t give a shit what you think. either you’re helping us, or you’re dead weight.
i feel sick.
i’d really prefer not to have to fucking shoot you.
this is so fucking disgusting.
you changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again… but it wasn’t for their safety, was it?
keep an eye on the door.
you grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh?
you’re gonna be a real pain in my ass, aren’t you?
looking for some light reading?
i’m not gonna touch you.
can you take the blindfold off? it’s really tight.
this isn’t the time for sarcasm, okay?
let’s watch each other’s backs.
that’s an urban legend. calm down.
i fucking hate ballet.
you shot me! you shot me!
i brought you here to offer you a deal.
just had to do your little magic trick, didn’t you?
you think i could do that?
maybe it’s worth a try.
you’re my friend.
wow. you might be the least perceptive person i’ve ever met.
i’m sorry. did i hit a fucking nerve?
no. i’m not betting our lives on your fucking hunch.
we’ve got to get out of here. there’s got to be another way.
i’ve gone by many names over the countless years.
you can have anything you fucking want.
bite me.
what the fuck?
EVIL SENTENCE STARTERS : quotes taken from s02e02, ‘a is for angel’ of the cbs television show evil (2019-).
"bless me, father, for i have sinned."
"it's up to the individual to change their behavior."
"what is the purpose of confession?"
"that was getting tense."
"it was a friendly disagreement."
"am i failing?"
"there's a reason for that."
"this is an odd case."
"i know this is really weird."
"what instructions?"
"we'll have to live out of our car."
"just say which one tastes the best."
"why in the hell did you make buttercream an option?"
"i wanted to get back to you about your exorcism this friday."
"i'm so looking forward to it."
"i hope you'll be there."
"is everything all right, love?"
"could we talk for a minute, bug-bear?"
"i just have one suggestion."
"we're not getting married."
"i've been using you to get to your daughter to hurt her."
"you should cry now."
"i want you to know that i've hated every second of this: every dj we listened to, every place setting, every invitation."
"well, now that's over."
"i want you to take your dried-up little ovaries and drag them back under the rock you came from."
"you're gonna break your neck on those."
"are you hearing something?"
"you're being haunted."
"angels don't haunt."
"are you going somewhere with this?"
"look, if you hearing angels or a devil, it doesn't matter."
"you're having a psychotic break."
"is there anything i can do?"
"get up. you're hogging the floor."
"next time, fall over there on the bed."
"how long have i been out?"
im sort of back and really wanna write. anyone wanna put marcy in a terrible situation. anyone wanna scare the shit out of marcy. anybody.
I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES
BALLAD OF BIG NOTHING, marcy thatcher is an independent affiliated original muse loosely set in the 90's ... a silly ghost hunter + their ghost bestie @startold's kurt michael. an exploration of being othered, smalltown bigotry, and having so much god damn whimsy despite the horrors. penned and dearly beloved by zero.
something feels wrong. mina's been trying to ignore it, but there's been a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach for the last few hours or so.
( for as long as it's been since she realized just how long marcy's been out at a job for. for as long as she realized that they were meant to be home almost an hour and a half ago. )
she tries her best not to worry, usually, as much as she can. it's hard, considering marcy's line of work, but — well, also considering marcy's line of work, if she worried every single time anything felt a little bit off, she'd have lost her mind a long fucking time ago. so she tries not to worry, even if she doesn't really do a very good job at it. she's doing a particularly horrible job of it now, but can you really blame her? there's only so long she can try to busy herself with opening and closing the fridge and pacing back and forth down the hall between their room and the kitchen before the anxious thrum of her chest becomes too loud to ignore.
and then, in tandem with her beating heart : knock, knock, knock. barely audible, so much so that if she hadn't been so on edge, she may have missed it. she doesn't hesitate ( doesn't even take a moment to wonder why they would be knocking instead of using their keys ), nearly tripping over herself as she rushes to the door. as she throws it open, mina doesn't even get a chance to entertain the thought that she's just being dramatic — that maybe marcy was just stuck in traffic, or stopped at a store and got distracted, or any of the other very normal reasons she could be late — as the smell of blood hits her like a wave. ❛ oh my god. oh my god, marcy, ❜ she breathes, horrified. her hands scramble for them, to hold them close and tug them over the threshold. mina grips them tight against her, afraid they'll collapse if she lets go. ❛ come here. oh my god. ❜
tearfilled eyes, wide with horror + softened from exhaustion. fingers knot and cling to clothing, as marcy tries to keep themself upright. knees buckle, body quivers. they want to apologize for being home so late, they want to tell mina about everything, they want to beg for a ride so they can at least get their stuff back ... but all marcy can really do is choke out a sob. pain sears, blood drips, and marcy can’t fully remember where this wound is from. head swirls it feels heavy, and there’s a throbbing pain coming from another gash they didn’t know they had. that’s when it all hits them ... pure agony. down to the bone, eating at brainwaves, clouding their vision. things get dark, they flicker, and marcy tries to desperately blink through the haze. but they keep feeling their body give way. they’re too weak. they can’t keep trying to stay on their feet. “ mina. amina. ” choked, hushed, harsh, tinged with wet sounds caused by the blood dripping down the back of their throat. this is, like, hospital worthy, but how would they explain this ??? claw marks across their chest, the oddly humanoid bite marks littering their skin, the fermenting infection already somehow setting in. that’s when they remember it : the smell. smoke, rotting flesh, coupled with the sound of flies. closer, closer, just come to the basement, follow the curiosity, follow the thirst. oh. “ i’m … i’m sorry i didn’t call. it’s all my fault. ”
#she's just like me
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now? ❜ ❛ i'm always here for you if you need me. ❜ ❛ well, that's what friends are for. ❜ ❛ remember, i'm always just one call away. ❜ ❛ how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself. ❜ ❛ you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot. ❜ ❛ do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company. ❜ ❛ you always know how to cheer me up. ❜ ❛ i made you your favorite food. ❜ ❛ i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake? ❜ ❛ remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again. ❜ ❛ please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me. ❜ ❛ here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you. ❜ ❛ do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids? ❜ ❛ i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me. ❜ ❛ i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen. ❜ ❛ you're the best friend one could ever ask for. ❜ ❛ hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend. ❜ ❛ you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you. ❜ ❛ want to grab a coffee and catch up? ❜ ❛ we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend. ❜ ❛ i can stay and help you finish this if you want. ❜ ❛ you've got this. i believe in you! ❜ ❛ how about we plan a game night this weekend? ❜ ❛ do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years? ❜ ❛ no matter what happens, you'll always have me. ❜ ❛ you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are. ❜ ❛ consider it ... a little friendly competition. ❜ ❛ thank you, you always know how to make me laugh. ❜ ❛ i can't believe how far we've come together. ❜ ❛ just stay put, i'll be over in a minute. ❜ ❛ i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to. ❜ ❛ how about a road trip? just like old times ... ❜ ❛ i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years. ❜ ❛ i don't know what i'd do without you. ❜ ❛ you can tell me if something is bothering you. ❜ ❛ race you to the end of the street! ❜ ❛ bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro. ❜ ❛ i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week. ❜ ❛ you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks. ❜
“ you’re bleeding. ” ╰ @startold
“ oh, that ? ” fingers touch the blood drizzling down their face. they’re scraped up. they’re totally chill about it, though. okay. not as chill as they’d like to think. they’re a little frazzled, and they’re actually bleeding. it hurts so bad. It burns. all that dirt and gravel. despite wrist guards, their hands are shredded, dotted with gravel. but they keep their skateboard close, hugged near their chest, still with a big smile. they avoid eye contact with carmilla. fuck, she makes them nervous. they won’t admit they ate total shit on their way to meet : “ yeah, that just … that just happens every now and then. ”
you look different, marcy. look at your hands, look at your face. they quiver, they twitch, they clench their fists, they try to let go of the feeling. but it’s so deep inside, they can’t quite locate it. they can’t even properly identify it. it feels heavy. they drag their feet, but they’re quick safety, home, mina, is closer and closer. they can see a faint glow. it’s the kitchen window, open, with mina mulling about. footsteps pick up, though exhaustion eats away at their poor muscles. marcy can’t describe what they saw. they just remember the feeling of terror. something in the floorboards, something oozing from the walls, the shattering of glass and a stinging pain across the chest. fingers feel the wounds. deep, bleeding, burning. they don’t know how they got here, even. they pulled up to the house in their car, with their supplies, with a semblance of where they were, and the next thing they remember is … “ fuck, fuck, my keys. no keys. fuck, ahhh, ” hands fumble around for the carabiner that’s usually hooked to their belt loop. but, nothing. fist against wood, faint and tired they try to knock harder but can barely muster the strength. their stomach begins to rumble and turn. they don’t know how long they’ve been gone. and all they can think is ‘ mina’s going to be so pissed for missing dinner. ’ another knock, more frantic, more desperate. they’re bleeding onto their porch. they clutch their stomach, covering the wound, trying to self-soothe. weakly : “ mina, please let me in. fuck. mina. ”
@deatheless
and drained, drained bloodless ...
it’s never easy to come back from an episode like this. the pain may be gone, leaving an uncomfortable emptiness in its wake, but the haze it leaves across her mind is much harder to shake. she blinks owlishly at marcy, wide and slow, like she can’t quite figure out what’s got them so worked up. her eyebrows furrow as she blinks hard, once, twice, three times, in an attempt to clear the fog from her head. it only sort of works, but before she can try anything else, suddenly marcy’s hands are gripping her cheeks, their eyes spilling over with tears, and the rest of the world comes sharply into focus.
oh, fuck. mina sits there, dumbfounded for a new reason now as their trembling hands search her body before she springs back to life, hands clumsily scrambling for their wrists in an attempt to calm them. her thumb brushes against the side of their hand as she speaks. ❛ hey, hey — marcy, i’m okay. i’m okay. ❜ her voice is soft, soothing — as comforting as she can make it sound, considering she’s pretty sure they’re not about to believe her without more explanation. as she takes in her blood staining their hands ( and their shirt, and their bed, and the slowly - drying smear of it by her lips ), she can’t really blame them. ❛ i just ... this is just — ❜ she doesn't want to say it, really. it's normal, really. sometimes my body seems to suddenly remember it's dead. it's not something she likes to think about. but she looks at marcy's face, at the fear gripping her expression and the tears streaming down her cheeks, and she can't let her stay like this. ( if she didn't know it would smear red across their cheeks, she'd reach up to wipe their tears. ) ❛ — sometimes it ... happens. i don't know why. like aftershocks, i guess normally it just hurts, and nothing else happens, but — but sometimes it's ... worse. like this. ❜
for a moment, marcy pulls away. eyebrows press together in confusion, lip pulling up to a grimace … like, ‘ what the fuck are you talking about ? ’ it’s not the ghoulishness of it that bothers them. no, far from it, but it’s the calm-coolness that amina speaks with. this is nothing, this is whatever, it happens, it happens. but not to marcy. dumbfounded, still horrified, marcy does not speak. eyes widen as they feel the wetness it’s everywhere, it’s all over their clothes, they can feel it on their skin, and it’s warm and dark and the sheets are sticking to their skin. even as mina speaks, it’s okay, it’s okay, marcy can’t even believe she’s just talking about it. so casually. the sobs refuse to cease. awkward hiccups as they struggle to breath, exhales shaky and slow, stomach becoming sore from the pressure … “ amina, you’re you’re covered. you’re covered in blood. what — what do you mean it just happens sometimes ? ” and the worst part of it, almost, is that they can’t do anything to stop it. they’re frantic again, hands searching for any wounds. i can fix this, i can fix this. a moment, a pause, to once again hold mina’s face in their hands : “ tell me how to fix it. i’ll make it stop. just tell me what i can do. ”
&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )
❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜
❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜
❛ i want to see your true face. ❜
❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜
❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜
❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜
❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜
❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜
❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜
❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜
❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜
❛ there you are, my darling! ❜
❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜
❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜
❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜
❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜
❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜
❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜
❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜
❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜
❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜
❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜
❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜
❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜
❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜
❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜
❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜
❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜
❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜
❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜
❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜
❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜
❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜
❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜
❛ are you… smelling me? ❜
❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜
❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜
❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜
❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜
❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜
❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜
❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜
❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜
❛ no one is coming for you. ❜
❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜
❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜
❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜
❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜
❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜
❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜
❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜
❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜
❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜
I <3 THIS BLOG AND MARCY. I LOVE MY MUTUALS WHO SUPPORT ME AND WRITE WITH ME. i've had so much fun developing marcy from just one (1) loose concept to where i'm at now. like extensive lore, drabbles, deep studies, articulating their personality .... .. .. i love it here
this is everyone's sign to send me inbox memes especially if we've never had threads together. idc if you don't know if the timelines and crossovers don't make sense. just send them. if ur a multi just pick whoever you think could work. literally idc just send me things.
