#hauntinghosts

[cravesfreedom]

when @ratherbewild, @hauntinghosts @herose & i never fucking sleep.  @luridtruths & @antolcgias​ the only  real  adults in the chat. 

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @hauntinghosts​​​ : "i wanna do what you asked. i really do. i’m sorry." Allison & Cooper

SPIDERMAN INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE STARTERS

 ❝ No. Don’t be. I’m the asshole here, ❞ Allison’s hands clutch the edges of the stand. She sits sideways and watches the sun drip lazily onto the horizon — past the student center and the dorms. All orange-red draining away from purple and a star-dotted southern night. ❝ Aaaand ... your boyfriend would kill me for asking you to lie so ... kind of let my own freak out take control there. Where’s all that Argent courage now, right? ❞

[antolcgias]

i was about to get read to death by @luridtruths over being a forgetful ho and discord shut the GC server down.

tengo un angel guardian, y la amo tanto. :D 

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @hauntinghosts​​​ : ❝ Why should I lend you mercy? ❞ Zoraida & Oliver

90 MORE QUESTIONS STARTERS

❝ Pero, ¿nunca te enseñaron sobre el Santito Tomas? ¿Santo Tomas de Aquino?  ❞ Delivered as the glossy, glittered and pained masses of the gala rip their own tables, chairs and fellows to shreds — stumbling, screaming, vaulting over on another in their eagerness to escape. She traces claws over the marble bar-top as the wait staff tremble behind it; their tender hearts rabbiting themselves to lethal lengths. 

❝ El Santito Tomas dijo que la justicia sin misericordia es crueldad — y eso lo veo en ti. Una crueldad tan profunda como la oscuridad, ❞ Zoraida looks into the contents of a glass at the end of the table — the scent there, her sister, clear; gone but not far. Cruel justice to be delivered as promised,  ❝ Why should I ...  fear a man who has lost his edge? I’m a mirror, vigilante. Your mirror. ❞

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @hauntinghosts​ : “ i’ll admit, this looks bad. ” Allison & Audrey

HEROES & VILLAINS STARTERS

Allison’s thin satchel drops over the knick-knacks cluttering Audrey’s desk — curves over wayward pencils, doubled-up post-its and funko pops; it dislodges when Allison turns the desk chair around. It swivels until she can sit where she’s pulled it closer to Audrey — sat on her bed like a cat struck by it’s own trouble for once. 

Tightens lips into a purse before they pucker — holding words with a world of nightmares behind them — and they open before Allison’s teeth snap closed. She holds out her hands instead. Wiggles fingers manicured in perfect obsidian until the laptop is tilted her way. Not given. Allison sighs, and there’s even a chuckle underbreath, when she leans to read over the article.  ❝ — I shot him, and then jumped out of the bus. It was moving, ❞ She corrects, and then adds, ❝ It wasn’t on fire until it crashed. They always get that wrong.❞ 

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @hauntinghosts : ❝ What would you need from us? ❞ Keyleth & Audrey

90 MORE QUESTIONS FOR MUSES

Keyleth stares at the flower pot sitting at the edge of the back porch. Ash left smoking in the dirt packed within. She’d bet the blood still pumping in her veins  — the life that wants to crawl out screaming from her bones — that it’s ground from her mother’s garden.

Transplanted from eight or seven states away. She leans a little, fishes hands around the strap of her satchel and turns towards Audrey. ❝...a place to sleep tonight? And a hammer. ❞

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @hauntinghosts :"can i sleep here tonight?" Allison & Audrey

SPIDER MAN INTO THE SPIDERVERSE

She doesn’t like to be suspected. Talked about or theorized on. There’s a lot of things Allison doesn’t like about how people go on about considering others in the world — particularly how it might make her judge them in turn. She cuts Audrey some slack. Allison steps back to open the door wider — still dressed in lilac pajama shorts and a grey henley, pale feet stuttering over the cold flooring. 

Offers a small laugh to cut through the awkward silence and Audrey’s stilted steps, ❝ Fair warning. We wake up at 6:30 AM in this house. ❞

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @hauntinghosts​ : ❝ Why show me this now? ❞ Allison & Audrey

90 MORE QUESTIONS STARTER

❝ Noah.❞ Allison shuttles bottles of beer back, a tub of margarine and a pack of baby carrots until she unearths a plastic tub from the back of the fridge. Turns back to the kitchen counter — and Audrey — with a journal laid open between them. The curvy lettering on every page, with the occasional picture glued on for safe keeping, is familiar to her. A warm an object as the memories in it turn her blood cold.  ❝ Think he’s got a little ... too conspiracy theory in his head. Survival of a serial killer turned serial killer? Sounds like something out of TV Tropes. ❞  She pries the tub open to reveal the brownies inside. ❝ Care to stomach these through a read?❞