#hauntedfriends

[killypool-archived]

@hauntedfriends: exists

my hell brain: remember that sims 2 amv of helena by mcr that came out in 2008 apparently that you watched literally hundreds of times? time to think about it again

[mancater-blog]

“ miss  me,  BABY ?? ”  teeth  —  usually  bared  to  men  in  a  much  more  unsavory  manner  —  are  exposed  in  a wide  grin.  standing  in  the  doorway,  expecting  a  warm  welcome.  god  forbid  she  doesn’t  get  it.

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[chcrribcmb]

      SHE’S WORSE FOR WEAR, and cherry has absolutely seen better days. grease and dirt adorns tan skin, hair dangling from a sloppy bun resting atop her head. but what’ll really catch attention? the blaster holes still singed and burnt in her jacket. she looks up, huffing softly and blowing a strand of hair from her face.

      ‘ this? ’ she laughs. ‘ oh, this is nothin’. just some monochrome bastards mad i jacked their shit! ’

starter for @hauntedfriends!!

[thmaniac-blog]

@hauntedfriends

     PEOPLE RARELY come to his cabin lost somewhere in zone 4, either because of its decaying, somehow scary exterior or because of its resident. Thus, it kind of surprises him to see a car speeding down the road - a vehicle unknown to him until it is closer. Oh. Nny thought he would never see him again. Leaning against the outside wall of his home, arms crossed on his chest, eyebrows raised, he waits for the car to stop and the driver to get off, then - and only then - he speaks.

     “So you aren’t dead.” He sounds genuinely surprised, not bitter at all. Rare, but not so impossible.

[rangahr]

‘     I    CAN     SEE    YOU     KISSING     MY     CHILD      ‘  /   @hauntedfriends

[rebelvoices-archive-blog]

*winks back*

          *  NOSE  SCRUNCHES   /   PEERING  THROUGH  GLOOM.   concern  etches  itself  onto  too-innocent  features,  voice  raising  to  be  heard  over  the  howl  of  sandstorm  battering  diner  windows,   ❛   have  you  got  somethin’  in  your  eye  ?   ❜   

          legs  fold  underneath  so  body  can  extend  over  grubby  tabletop,  small  digits  grasping  at  poison’s  sleeve  &  PULLING  so  as  to  gain  a  better  view  of  the  perceived  malady,   ❛                 lemme  see  !   ❜ 

[cryptokit-blog]

@hauntedfriends​  .  /  𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 .

                she  still  believes  in  those  creatures .  +  she  still  drives  cross  country  to  find  them .  despite  having  to  give  up  her  pacifistic  ways  out  of  necessity ,  she  still  enjoys  it .  (  she  particularly  hates  california ,  however ,  where  she  finds  herself  now .  even  if  fresno  is  no  longer  there ,  she ’ s  sure  the  nightwalkers  are .  )  but  still ,  she  drives ,  becoming  something  of  a  cryptid  herself .

                driving  through  california ,  the  blonde  is  careful  +  watchful .  she  veers  over  quickly  as  a  trans - am  bolts  by  her ,  only  for  it  to  turn  around  +  sidle  next  to  her  van .  the  girl  ducks  under  her  window ,  grabbing  her  blaster .  she  then  flips  over ,  resting  its  barrel  on  the  open  window .  «  i ’ ll  do  what  i  have  to  !!  »  the  fear  is  quite  obvious  in  her  voice .  large  brown  eyes  peer  over  the  window  to  see  who  stopped  her .

[hyacinthsgirl]

@hauntedfriends || continued from here 

     she had never been one to believe in any god or higher entity in control of people’s lives, and there in the desert their existence seemed even less probable. She flashed a small smile at him. “But if there isn’t any god and therefore he isn’t empty, doesn’t that make you less empty too?”