#enhaunts

[engests]

     I was born 90 seconds before Nell.   And I’d use that to,   you know,   if we had a fight,   or,   if I wanted something,   I’d say I was the oldest,   so she had to do what I said.   And she let me get away with it.   I mean,   even though she knew it was bullshit.   The last time I saw her,   she was driving me to rehab.   So she dropped me off,   and she looked at me and she said,   “  You go in there and you bring my brother back.   Bring my brother back.  ” I was born 90 seconds before Nell but she was always my big sister. (ft. @enhaunts)

[wasme]

& .    @enhaunts​ .

a  moment  of  peace  taken.    a  moment  to  relish  in  the  beauty  before  him.   man  so  used  to  rushing  around,   endless  running,    unremitting  energy.     for  once,   he’d  chosen  to  sit.    not  something  he  often  did,    nor  often  enjoyed.    but  a  moment  of  silence  taken  for  himself  was  proving  serenely  peaceful  in  a  way  he  didn’t  often  feel,   relishing  in  the  beauty  of  earth.    all  until  eyes  fall  down  to  walkway  below,    to  woman  wandering  through  the  darkness.   to. . .    statues  that  don’t  look  as  if  they  should  be  there.

fear  hits  the  pit  of  his  stomach,     his  moment  of  tranquillity  lost  as  he  barrels  his  way  down  the  hill.     it  feels  as  if  he’s  falling  the  entire  way,      yet  he  somehow  stays  on  his  feet,    sliding  down  in  front  of  stranger.    “ stop!    stop. . .   where  you  are. ”      chest   heaves  a  touch  as  he  tries  to  regain  his  breath,   eyes  wide  with  worry.    “ and  don’t. . .   blink.     whatever  you  do,    don’t  blink. ”

[desafia]

@enhaunts​ sent: "you came."

             there is a softening in her eyes,  a certain tenderness reserved only for the other woman before her.  no hesitation is to be found in her own gentle response,  hand lifting in the air to sign with a reassuring definitiveness  ❛  always.  ❜  magnolia might not always be a dependable individual.  her life is full of its own shadows and treacherous dangers.  that may never change.  but when it comes to nell,  she will always make time.  few things matter as deeply to her as the kindred soul she now embraces,  palms placed to either side of those angelic cheeks.  ❝  lets.  go home?  ❞  she suggests softly.  whether it be eleanor’s own abode,  or hers,  matters little.  whatever shelter they enter,  together,  that is home enough in magnolia’s mind.  thumbs lightly brush over the other’s skin.  when she withdraws her touch it is so she can sign once more. ❛  i’ll make tea—or hot chocolate.  i have star shaped marshmallows. ❜

[thefixeraa]

                    ...        CRIME  THEMED  SENTENCE  STARTERS :                                         “  who  taught  you  how  to  do  that ?  ”   @enhaunts

there  are  things  that  she  has  done ,     things  she’s  seen  and  been  through .     that  if  she  told  you  everything ,     you’d  be  wondering  how  she  even  got  out  of  it  all  alive .     by  some  miracle   ...     she’s  standing  before  all     [  both  air  in  her  lungs  and  blood  in  her  veins .  a  mockery  of  the  dead  if  you  will .  ]     thought  at  times  she  has  come  back  battered  and  licking  her  wounds .     she’s  all  stubbornness  and  spite   –––     somehow  that  being  the  sole  drive  that  keeps  her  alive .     there  is  no  such  thing  as  luck     (  there  is  no  such  thing  as  luck ,     and  if  it  existed  ?     she  ran  out  of  it  a  long  time  ago .  )     through  the  years  she’s  been  through  hell  and  back  a  dozen  times .     she’s  come  home  with  less  humanity  than  she  left  with .     but  one  thing  was  for  certain ,     death  was  a  constant   –––     death  has  become  her  close  confidant .

[  death  linger’s  your  doorway ,     it  patiently  waits .     it  has  prayed  in  your  church ,     begged  for  some  cash  or  food  on  the  street .     it’s  jagged  smile ,     both  cunning  and  terrifying  looking  back  at  you .  ]     though  nothing  about  death  scared  mia ,     and  maybe  that’s  why  it  was  so  damn  easy  to  walk  into  dangerous  situations  without  hesitation .     her  job  was  an  occupational  hazard ,     and  although  she  doesn’t  always  get  hurt .     it’s  never  for  certain  that  she  won’t  leave  without  something  happening  to  her .     time  and  time  again  death  gives  her  mercy     (  and  whether  she  deserves  it  or  not ,     isn’t  truly  important .  )     because  what  is  important  is  the  stubbornness  and  spitefulness  that  was  talked  about  before .

“   i  was  trained  ...     not  a  professional  or  anythin’  but --     it  helps  to  know  how  to  suture  yourself  up  in  case  of  emergency .   ”     at  least  in  her  world  it  is  ...     and  yes ,     it  was  as  painful  as  it  looks .     with  nothing  to  numb  the  area  of  skin ,     this  shit  hurt  like  hell .     thankfully  thought ,     she  was  at  least  able  to  go  back  to  a  hotel  room  to  tend  to  her  wounds .     “   ya’  know  ?     when  i  was  a  kid ,     there  was  a  time  i  got  into  a  really  bad  fight  with  a  group  of  boys .     it  wasn’t  bad  though ,     just  threw  me  to  the  ground  and  roughed  me  up  a  bit .   ”     she’s  putting  things  mildly     (  the  truth  is :     she  can’t  really  remember  the  other  mini  details .  )     “   but  i  actually  used  to patch  up  some  scrapes  and  stuff  with  tape .   ”     she  let’s  out  a  airy  laugh   through  her  nose ,     “  tape ,     can  you  believe  that  ?  ”

[la3na]

@enhaunts​ wrote: ❝  it’s okay.  i don’t need you to help me…but if you wanna stick around while i fix it myself i wouldn’t mind the company.  ❞

              several hundred years has been spent learning how to mend more than he destroys.  it is a lesson in which he is still far from any claim of expertise.  attempts of preservation have become reserved for the wild things.  nature and all her demands rest upon his heart and bind his soul.  but,  every now and then,  humanity touches him.  yet,  it is the otherworldly element to this particular mortal which draws the guardian.  she is a haunted thing.  it is easy to sense.  and that should drive him further from her presence,  not nearer—not when he knows any humans he comes in contact with will perish in the blink of an eye.  but here he rests.  when his companionship is invited,  he finds himself without inclination to reject the offer.  

❝  mm,  ❞  the small hum of acknowledgement is the only reply given,  save for the brief nod which accompanies it.  malek’s gaze remains upon her for several moments.  after the seconds drag on,  he lowers himself onto the nearest piece of furniture available to serve as a comfortable enough perch.  elbows press into joints of his knees as he hunches over.  the silence carries on,  perhaps,  a little too long before he comments quietly  ❝  the putting it all back together is never quite as easy as the watching it all come tumbling down part.  ❞  he finds it true of anything in life.  especially when it comes to people and relationships.  

[belasso-archive]

nellie is 5'2 what the hell (:

[frightends]

❝   i   don't   think   its   supposed   to   look   like   that.   ❞   sometimes   ,   when   you   find   yourself   with   a   bit   of   free   time   in   your   usually   busy   day   ,   you   wanna   surprise   your   wife   with   a   special   little   something   ━━   a   homemade   thing   ,   a   homecooked   meal   that   you   poured   your   heart   &   soul   into.   soft   gestures   such   as   these   are   the   sorts   of   things   newt   loves   to   do   whenever   he   gets   the   chance   ,   but   there's   only   one   issue   with   that   :   he   can't   cook   for   shit.   right   out   of   the   oven   ,   the   soufflé   he   worked   tirelessly   on   deflates   into   a   sorry   little   puddle   right   as   he   sets   it   onto   the   stove   ,   lips   pouting   as   he   rests   his   hands   on   his   hips   ,   his   ❛   how   to   cook   potatoes   ❜   lord   of   the   rings   apron   in   full   display.   ❝   babe   ,   i   think   i   really   fucked   this   up.   what   did   i   do   wrong   ?   i   followed   the   damn   recipe   all   the   way   through   !   ❞

welcome   foolish   mortals   ,   enter   if   you   dare   @enhaunts​

[frightends]

..... i read shriek as shrek in your description and ... shrek era active?

the   real   question   is   :   what   are   you   doing   in   mY   SWAMP   ?