#hauntngs

[emilesmuses]

Here a shout-out to all my fellow multi-muse blogs! I know that it might sometimes hard to find people to RP with you, that some people will write your blog off as ‘too confusing to navigate’ or complain that you have ‘too many muses’, but here a small reminder that you are all still valid RPers and there’s many people out here who love you! <3

@formidablekind​​,  @hauntngs​​,  @hellfiredawn​​,  @cyneraph​​,  @thedasneedsheroes​​,  @cxnvenit​​,  @reprcbates​​,  @fuckingvictus​​,  @blasphemousherald​​,  @horrorempathy​​,  @scarsthatshapeus​​,  @aniente​​,  @thehopefulones​​, 

and feel free to reblog this, tagging your own faves! Spread the love.

[notclaptonsmuse-blog]

@hauntngs

pale digits tapped continuously against the steering wheel as she drove. a groovy song from the 80's played quietly in the background, though it hardly served as a distraction from the teenage girl she had just recently performed an autopsy on. as requested by the victim's family, layla had made a promise to deliver the body herself to the harris funeral home, where it would later be embalmed and overall prepared for burial.

eventually, layla pulled in to park close to the driveway. she stepped out of the van and hastened into the funeral home only to find it empty; or, at least, the living room was. “ damn it, ” she cursed. she had been so hell bent on getting there that she’d forgotent to call beforehand to schedule an appointment. sure, kevin harris, the person she'd spoken on the phone, was aware of the deliver, though the two of them never quite agreed on a time.

[witnessmarked]

@hauntngs from here

"A payphone that growls, post-2010 to boot. Crain luck, I guess." Hugh straightened protectively in front of her, and perhaps against anyone's better judgement, picked up the reciever.

"Hello?" He punched at the number keys, random combinations, but the dial sounds would not even play over the speaker. The growling was loud enough that it might as well have been on the empty street with them. Hugh actually turned to check. No abused dogs in sight. He put the phone back and sighed. He should've kept the flip phone, at least it would still have some battery life. 

Or maybe not. His smartphone had been on 53 percent when the screen went dead. Like the flashlight in the House. And the growling like the dogs. 

[awfultm-a-blog]

@hauntngs ❤ ‘d the lyric s.c. it’s only life - the shins

        “i've been DOWN the very road you're walking now. it doesn’t have to be so DARK and LONESOME. it takes a while but we can FIGURE this thing out, and turn back around.”

[ghcstmagnet-blog]

" do you need some space? " - Theo

His mouth was positioned to say no, but there was only the very beginning of the ‘n’ that could be heard. Yes, he did need space. The energy this woman carried was insane: the literal and figurative ghosts of her past, and an ability of her own to read others. It was overwhelming to the empath, but he didn’t want to seem like a freak. Finally, he said it: “No. I’m okay.” A forced smile to further push the idea that he was just fine, that everything was just fine. “Sorry. I just…had a moment there. Medical shit.” He tapped the side of his head. While the state of his health and the limitations it created were beyond unpleasant, at least he could blame any odd behavior on his neurological disorder.

[sxvenwonders]

continued from this ask with @hauntngs

”I would if my teeth weren’t chattering,” Mina said teasingly. “You know blankets, or whiskey would do the trick...” she said with her arms crossed tight across her chest, nudging her shoulder into her chin to move her scarf closer. Thankfully, she’d thought to grab gloves before she left---Mina noticed Theo had the same idea. When she thought about it for a moment, she realized she didn’t remember ever seeing her without gloves, despite the weather.

“Now be honest, did you just ask me over because you needed help fixing the radiator? Because I could have found you someone online to do it...from the warmth of room,” she grinned playfully. “Or we could just go in there,” she gestured to the main house.

[aghostisawish-blog]

@hauntngs / Theo’s gay princess AU

[magtitude]

@hauntngs | for jack | ???

Tacky in garish cat-themed jewellery and printed shirt fit for an eighteen-year-old girl than a twenty-year-old just-published woman. But that’s how she’s decided herself: she doesn’t care for anyone else’s judgement, or at least tries not to, which is difficult when the stares were so commonplace when she was younger it was familiar.

Still, some of the looks were priceless, such as now, standing in front of Mr. Torrance himself with copies of both his first and his latest novels, waiting for each of them to be signed. Eugenia can’t help the smile wobbling it’s way onto her face. “Hi.” Get yourself together. “Would you-- could you sign these, please? My brother and I are big fans of yours.”