hauntthumans

[hauntthumans]

DO YOU SEE THAT? FIRE IS CATCHING! AND IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US!

an independent, private and selective multimuse featuring muses from the hunger games franchise reaped by jasmine. (she/her. 18+. est.) iconless. prefer to plot. ©

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[hauntthumans]

“ — They grew up on the outside of society. They weren’t looking for a fight. They were looking to belong. — ”

RUMBLEGYM: an independent, private and selective multimuse featuring muses from west side story, grease and the outsiders. written by jasmine. (she/her. 18+. est.) iconless. prefer to plot.

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[hauntthumans]

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  honestly i forget they’re there most of the time.  ❞

#death & chocolate : meme

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SPOT DOESN’T KNOW IF HE SHOULD MOVE CLOSER TO SHADOW OR STAY PUT. HE’S LEARNED, OVER THE TIME of her being here, that it’s easier to stay put. So he does, as much as he wants to move closer and offer her comfort. Bad men. He frowns. They don’t know much about where Shadow was before she showed up in Brooklyn, but they all know it was probably bad.

He crosses his legs and turns so that he’s facing her. “Well,” Spot says, “there ain’t any bad men here. Ya don’t gotta worry about ‘em anymore.” If the men that Shadow knows ever come knocking, Spot will punch their lights out. And he knows that most of the bigger kids will also do the same. “An’ if they ever show up, I’ll fight ‘em. An’ so will the big kids.”

SPOT LEARNED A WHILE AGO THAT SHADOW JUST NEEDS SOMEONE TO BE THERE. HE TRIES TO BE WHEN he can. He’s just glad he’s got some free time tonight. He’d finished selling a few hours ago and come back to get all the littles settled, only to find Shadow awake. He could’ve asked Longjohns about it, but he finds that the easiest way to get Shadow’s trust (and sometimes, to get her to talk) is to ask her yourself.

He settles on the edge of her bunk. “Wanna talk about it?” If she says no, that’s fine. He can show her the new marbles he got. Or tell her about what happened at Sheepshead with Racetrack. Spot stores information, both for himself and in case the littles need a story. It’s become a hobby and he likes doing it, surprisingly enough. And it helps the littles, which is always a bonus.

#whatsbehindthefacade #char : spot conlon #a penny a pape ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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HIS HEARTBEAT IS SLOWING DOWN. SHE TAKES THAT AS A GOOD SIGN. SHE DOESN’T THINK HE’S LYING ABOUT not remembering. As much as he doesn’t tell her about his nightmares, she’s certain (or at least she hopes) he wouldn’t lie about remembering them. She presses a kiss to his chest and pulls the blankets up tighter over them. “If you do,” she says, “I am here.” She hates not being able to talk to each other about things. It makes her feel useless. And she hates feeling useless.

SHE KNOWS BERNARDO HAS NIGHTMARES. SHE’S WOKEN TO HIM SHAKING AND MUTTERING IN HIS SLEEP before. She doesn’t know why he denies it. It’s perfectly natural to have nightmares. But she’s learned not to ask when he wakes up in the middle of the night. She thinks she’s going to have to ask tonight. It was bad tonight. She had to wake him up. She hasn’t had to do that before.

Her hands are still on his shoulders when he speaks. Gently, she takes her hands from his shoulders and shakes her head. “You had a nightmare.” I had to wake you. She lays back down, resting her head on his chest. “You can talk to me, you know.” It hurts her, sometimes, the way he hides things from her. It makes her feel as though she’s not good enough. “I won’t judge you.”

#whatsbehindthefacade #char : anita nuñez #always the coffee blossoms blowing ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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TYPICALLY, EVERYTHING IS DONE FOR GOOD REASON. WHAT DANI DID WAS FOR GOOD REASON. HE THINKS that’s why it hurts so much. People like Dani always hurt more than the rest. He blinks. No one’s ever asked him that before. In all his years of doing this, he’s never been asked that before. The oddity of it strikes him for a moment before he realizes that she asked him a question and he needs to answer. “You will.” He nods. “Don’t worry. You’ll see them again.” Being alone is something he’s incredibly familiar with. He doesn’t think Dani wants to hear that, though, so he doesn’t say anything.

THIS IS ALWAYS THE HARDEST PART. THEY ALWAYS WANT TO BE REMEMBERED. HE CAN’T FAULT THEM FOR that. He would want to be remembered too, if he had anyone to remember him. It’s been so long that he doesn’t know, now. He thinks he might’ve had someone, once. He doesn’t know anymore. “If they love you,” he says, “if they truly love you, then they will never forget you.” And from what he’s seen of Dani’s family, they do truly love her.

“I know.” He wants to put a hand on her shoulder and comfort her. He doesn’t. “Everyone does.” It’s normal. The missing. It never gets easier to witness, but it’s normal. He thinks it may be the only normal part of this.

#sadauroras #char : death #if you like it‚ come with me ; verse #i will tell queue a story

[hauntthumans]

“Relax, it’s a social mixer! So we’ll mix till the time’s right to fix the rumble for tomorrow night. Be there ten pm, punctual like, dressed to kill, walkin’ tall!”

independent, private and selective multimuse featuring muses from west side story, grease and the outsiders. written by jasmine. (she/her. 18+. est.) iconless. prefer to plot.

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[hauntthumans]

SATINE WISHES THEY COULD HAVE MORE NIGHTS LIKE THIS. SHE KNOWS WHY THEY CAN’T, OF COURSE, BUT sometimes she wants to be selfish and have these moments with Christian in the daytime. She doesn’t know the song he’s singing, but she’s more than content to listen to him. He doesn’t sing very often—to her knowledge, she only really sings when they’re alone—and she loves hearing him. He has a wonderful voice. She’s biased, she knows, but it’s true.

She can’t stop herself from smiling at his words. She doubts those are the actual lyrics, but she beams all the same. Her mouth falls open into a surprised ‘o’ when he dips her and she’s smiling when they kiss. “Thank you, Christian,” she murmurs. “I needed this.”

[ dip ] sender dips receiver at the end of the song / satine, reverse ( @hauntthumans )

he remembers , clear as day , most of the songs he learned both through his mentors & his nightly escapades . ever since he was sixteen , christian would sneak into numerous parties , where he learned of the folk sound . many memories forged , as well as a definitive love for music . he never saw more smiles in people's faces — they danced , they laughed . they loved .

embraced in satine's arms , he feels no difference . of course , they're in a much more intimate setting ; a dance shared only between two , behind locked doors . less than ideal circumstances , yet ... he thrives on the secrets , unfortunately . and to be the only one to know , this is the warmth of her affection ... he sighs , dreamily . his hand is placed on the small of her back , both of their opposite hands joined atop his heart . and so , his head leans against hers , and he sings a simple melody .

" all the dames of france are fond & free , and flemish lips are really willing , very soft the maids of italy & spanish eyes are so thrilling , still althought i bask beneath their smile , their charms will fail to bind me and my heart , it falls back to ... "

erin's isle . he lets out a small giggle , then a change on the verse . " it falls back to satine's isle , to the girl i left behind me . " a song of sailors , perhaps , a promise that he would always come back to her . gently he leads her into a soft spin , & dips satine — too enamoured not to bring her into a kiss .

♡ @hauntthumans .

#bohemiens #char : satine arquette #never fall in love with a woman who sells herself ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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“WELL,” JACK SAYS, LOOKING UP WITH A TINY SMILE, “THAT WILL DO IT.” CLUMSINESS IS TYPICALLY THE leading cause of sprained ankles, followed almost immediately by holes in the ground. He fixes her skirts and stands. “The good news is it’s not broken, but it is sprained. You’ll have to stay off it for a bit. If you have to walk, I recommend using a cane to keep the weight off it.”

❛  care to explain?  ❜ / jack dawkins ( @hauntthumans )

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 | accepting

"I am afraid I was terribly clumsy," She admitted trying to and succeeding at putting on a brave face despite the pain from her ankle. She was more anxious at having to expose not only her ankle but the bare skin to not only a stranger but a much younger doctor than who she was accustomed too.

#krinon #char : jack dawkins #would you mind awfully sodding off? ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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SHE ISN’T FINE. MENTALLY, SHE IS FAR FROM FINE. AND HE DOESN’T THINK SHE’S MUCH BETTER PHYSICALLY, either. “No,” he says. “No, you don’t know me.” He’s just a passerby. Just someone concerned with the welfare of the poor beggar woman that frequents Fleet Street. “Do you want something to eat, miss? Something to drink?” It’s the least he can do for turning her away so much.

𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

@hauntthumans ASKED: they can't hurt us anymore (SWEENEY TODD)

" don't I know you?" She asked as her face presented with a confused expression, trying to study his aging face. " I don't hurt, sir. 'M fine."

#avilionea #char : benjamin barker #the demon barber of fleet street ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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NELLIE SIGHS. SHE REALLY DOESN’T KNOW WHY LUCY HATES HER SO MUCH. IT’S NOT LIKE SHE FORCED HER to take the poison. She never even did anything that Lucy could blame her for! Really, she’s done nothing wrong. “Probably better than whatever trash you eat.” She can’t help but make the dig. Poor mad Lucy Barker, digging for scraps in the streets. If only Sweeney could see her now. “I can make ya one, if ya like.” Maybe put something extra in it, just for her.

𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

@hauntthumans ASKED: i come all this way to see you, and this is the greeting i get? (MRS. LOVETT)

" Oh, the high and mighty make an appearance, hm?" Lucy rolled her eyes and dusted the holes in her tattered clothes as if to make herself presentable. " Thought you might be bringin' one a those pies what gives the stomach cramps?"

#avilionea #char : eleanor lovett #i haven’t seen a customer for weeks ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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THIS IS ALWAYS THE HARDEST PART. THEY ALWAYS WANT TO BE REMEMBERED. HE CAN’T FAULT THEM FOR that. He would want to be remembered too, if he had anyone to remember him. It’s been so long that he doesn’t know, now. He thinks he might’ve had someone, once. He doesn’t know anymore. “If they love you,” he says, “if they truly love you, then they will never forget you.” And from what he’s seen of Dani’s family, they do truly love her.

“I know.” He wants to put a hand on her shoulder and comfort her. He doesn’t. “Everyone does.” It’s normal. The missing. It never gets easier to witness, but it’s normal. He thinks it may be the only normal part of this.

HE NEVER KNOWS WHAT TO SAY. HE TRIES—REALLY, HE DOES—BUT HALF THE TIME HE ENDS UP MAKING IT worse. Dani’s right. She’s here. Everyone else is still there. Still moving. She—in a sense, at least—has stopped. He watches her for a moment before he turns away. If he looks at her for too long he won’t be able to contain himself. People like Dani—who sacrifice themselves for the good of their family—are always hard to take. He never likes it. He wishes he could give them a second chance, but he knows they most likely won’t want it.

He opens his mouth and shuts it again. And then he sighs quietly and speaks. “I find,” he starts, trying to tread carefully, “that it’s easiest to forget. If you can. If you linger, it’s only more painful. And the more you linger, the more they’ll linger.” He’s seen it before. People unwilling to leave, who stay longer than they should. It just causes more grief for everyone.

#sadauroras #char : death #if you like it‚ come with me ; verse #i will tell queue a story

[hauntthumans]

“ — I’M PLAYING FOR BOTH OF US, TASHI. — ”

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[hauntthumans]

RONAN ISN’T GOING TO DIE OF THIRST. HE CAN DREAM HIMSELF A WATER BOTTLE IF HE REALLY NEEDS TO. Still, he takes it anyway. He doesn’t open it. He’s not thirsty and it’s probably better to save it for when he is. He doesn’t know why Gansey decided to bring him a water bottle. It’s not like he’s been in the desert all day. He’s just been lurking in Monmouth, like he does every day.

“Right,” he mutters. He turns the water bottle around in his hands. He snorts softly. Gansey is too nice sometimes. Ronan wishes he could be like Gansey. Be softer. Nicer. Have smoother edges. He’s not, though, and he probably never will be. He sets the water bottle aside. “What are you doing in here, Gansey?”

"Why are you being nice?" / ronan ( @hauntthumans )

GANSEY HAD OFTEN ASSOCIATED RONAN WITH CABESWATER. OR A PARTICULARLY AGGRESSIVE AVALANCHE. Something natural and wild, something untamed: always at ease outside, too big and bold and bored indoors. But he doesn't see Ronan as anything other than human right now. Natura non constristatur. Nature is not saddened. Ronan is. Gansey's hand makes an aborted little movement to place itself on his friend's shoulder, before checking itself. It's always a struggle to remember that what is comforting and grounding for him is often the opposite for Ronan. " Bringing you water so you don't die of thirst isn't 'nice', " he tells Ronan, and his eyes sweep over his form, trying to subtly assess, discretely playing doctor - what kind of state is Ronan in ? Is he dangerously miserable ? On the verge of lashing out in anger ? Something is off, and Gansey knows it's not just his anxiety telling him this. He's careful, though, to keep a casual expression on his face: Ronan hates being mothered, and Gansey is eager as always to stave off argument. Doesn't let on to how carefully he's trying to assess Ronan's mood as he moves to sit cross - legged on Ronan's bedroom floor, hazel eyes darting up once more over the other's face. " It's humane. And anyway, " he adds, looking mildly wounded, " I'm always nice. " At least he tries to be.

#hornetdeath #char : ronan lynch #and here was ronan‚ like a heart attack that never stopped ; verse #i will tell queue a story

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HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS. HE’D THOUGHT THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, HE COULD GET THROUGH to her. But apparently he can’t. It breaks his heart more than he cares to admit. He clears his throat. “That isn’t—no. I’m not looking for—that.” He had no interest in sex. Sometimes he wondered who this woman had been with and if they hurt her. He didn’t want anyone to hurt her. He fished a few coins from his pocket and placed them in her outstretched palm. “Take it. Buy some clothes, maybe.” Some nicer ones than the rags she’s wearing. Maybe he can have Mrs. Lovett make her a dress.

𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

@hauntthumans ASKED: they said if i left, they wouldn't hurt you. (SWEENEY TODD)

"who?" Her hand is still outstretched for alms. " Ain't no copper leadin' the national health man around. Not here. Not now. " Her fingers wiggled again, as she swayed on her feet, rocking her baby before the hand that held it adjusted to cover the ears of the doll, "less its a go around. Ain't taking to meanness, but a ring around never hurt no body. I can says no just as much as I can offers it." The words were soft and uncertain in their deceptively confident description.

"two little dickey birds, sitting on the wall. This one Peter and this one Paul." She began to sing to her doll, her outstretched hand falling to her side as she began to walk away.

#avilionea #char : benjamin barker #the demon barber of fleet street ; verse #i will tell queue a story

[hauntthumans]

@hornetdeath said "Jesus. Have you been awake the whole night?" for RONAN from GANSEY

RONAN BLINKS BLEARILY UP AT GANSEY. HE’S SORT OF SURPRISED THAT HIS FRIEND WOULD ASK SUCH A stupid question. Clearly, he’s been up all night. Chainsaw had woken up around four and he hadn’t been able to calm her down. And so he’d been up all night trying to get her to stop shaking. He’s been unsuccessful. “No,” he deadpans. “I’ve just been up since four trying to get my bird to stop shaking.” He might have to take her to the vet. He doesn’t want to. “The fuck does it look like?”

#hornetdeath #char : ronan lynch #and here was ronan‚ like a heart attack that never stopped ; verse #i will tell queue a story

[hauntthumans]

@hornetdeath said " To hell with the natural order. " to RONAN !

HE SCOFFS. HE’S BEEN FUCKING WITH THE NATURAL ORDER FOR MONTHS. HE’S SURPRISED IT TOOK Gansey this long to finally say it. “Took you long enough,” he mutters. He’s smirking as he says it. Just faintly. He turns to face Gansey, suddenly curious. “The fuck made you change your mind?” He knows Gansey is into magic and stuff like that—Ronan is, too, to an extent—but magic and the natural order are two different things.

#hornetdeath #char : ronan lynch #and here was ronan‚ like a heart attack that never stopped ; verse #i will tell queue a story