#bone song

[lady-snow-flower]

MY HEART IS A HAUNTED HOUSE: MASTERPOST

By Laur, Clementine, Art, Laura, Scadaz, Kit, Tama, ft. @lady-snow-flower, @gem-morey, @kingofdemxns, @elliot-morey, @wolf-innsheepsclothing, @bones-weary, @ahearts-a-heavyburden, @princess-ting-ting, and guest starring @labellerose-acheron and @trip-downtheriverstyx

Author's Note: On the surface, this plot does not have the site-wide stakes of previous big plots I have done - and yet, I think this is the most complex and rewarding plot I've ever embarked on! I owe so much to my Hauntley Crew and RP partners who were game for this, who were patient with me, who asked great questions, who pushed me to be a better plotter and project manager (lol), and who filled in my rough plot skeleton(s) with flesh, blood, and heart. I mean it when I say this plot wouldn't look the same without everyone contributing and that's my favorite part - how much it changed and expanded with everyone's input. And isn't that what RP is supposed to be? Thus, here is the roadmap to My Heart Is A Haunted House. It is one of my proudest achievements. I really hope y'all enjoyed it, no matter if you read one para or all the paras. And thank you to my partners again!! Look what we did!! (Rough Estimate: This has to be at least 60k-70k words, which is a novel y'all. One day I'll make an effort to actually add it all up.)

PART ONE: Lady Miracle's Possession Frostbite Hypothermia Jackboot Jump || Gem One-Shot Stitches Undone || Snow Quartz Rigor Mortis

PART TWO: The Unbecoming of the Hauntley Manor Inn Lady Miracle Calls for a Staff Meeting The Deepest Darkest Hour || The Hauntley Staff Rise and Shine || Miracle Hadder Eat, Pray, Haunt || Miracle Bones Spit Spot || Miracle King A Work In Progress || Miracle Wolf The Way Is Shut || Hot Dog Gem vs. The House || Miracle Gem The Unbecoming of Hauntley Manor

PART THREE: The Haunting of Scarlet Rose Manor When The Dust Settles || Gelli Slow Is The Quicksand || Gelli + Fang + Helle The Captain's Lament || Bones, Wolf, Gem, Elli Keep A Light On || Gem+King+Wolf Repeating Old Habits || Wolf King The Past Is Far Behind Us || Belle, Ting-Ting and Wolf Time Loop Paras Roses Are Red || Miracle King Violets Are Blue || Miracle Hadder Dead Man’s Chest || Miracle Wolf Qui n’avance pas, recule || Bones and Yvette One-Shot Interlude: One Last Attempt || King + the Hauntleys The Flesh Calmly Growing Cold || Gem One-Shot Caught In the Undertow || Gelli Castles In The Air || Miracle Ting/ Sing-Song Interlude: Man Overboard || Gelli + Wolf + Ting-Ting How Did It End? || Miracle Gem How It Begins || Snow Quartz

COMPANION ONE-SHOTS To the Lonely Sea and the Sky || Wolf And The Captain The Wheel’s Kick and the Wind’s Song A Wild Call and a Clear Call (That Cannot Be Denied) The Gull’s Way and the Whale’s Way Through the Memory Palace || Snow And Lady Miracle Part One: The Bolter Part Two: Fortnight SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE OF TIME... (Dream Series) Once Upon a December || Snow Quartz

part one: across my memory part two: things my heart used to know part three: things it yearns to remember part four: things i almost remember part five: dim as an ember

APPENDIX: The Albatross: Soundtrack for My Heart Is A Haunted House

Reborn in Ice - This is the original draft of the Miracle Captain backstory that I wrote for myself as prep and research lol! Most of it I used in my Memory Palace series, but if you wanted the #og, maybe this will interest you lol Ghost Loop Lore Road Map To The Ghost Loop - a behind-the-scenes outline to how that was plotted lol. Again, I just think it's neat.

[madhogthymaster]

Delicious Bone Song

The right people will get the joke.

[grandkhan221b]

I'll never not find the mance-rattleshirt switcharoo hilarious

Bonus :

[zu-is-here]

Boo(p) :)

[trek-tracks]

Surprising exactly no-one, Jim moved in permanently the next day anyway

(Credit to @depsidase for the original post)

[yoursghouly]

x

[whiskeyswifty]

the way clara bow is written both with the optimism she once had and the hindsight she has now, layering both often at the same time. you'd be picked like a rose both in how in the moment she felt beautiful, chosen as the most beautiful one adored by all, but she knows now that cutting her stem froze her as she was, never allowed to grow further, only slowly fading until she's a dried, dull husk of what she once was, pressed between the pages of someone else's book. also the crown is stained but you're the real queen both in how she felt holier than thou once crowned, and the mistakes of the fallen monarchs were markers of their own unworthiness but she is the real queen; she is different because she is pure and true and deserves it. but writing it now, she knows that the crown was stained not just from previous owners, but with blood shed by her own hands, and how it will never be scrubbed clean because of horrors she had to endure to get it that she will never entirely suppress and what she will have have to continue to do to keep it. however my favorite is I'm not trying to exaggerate but I think I might die if it happened to me... Die if I made it.... both in how as a young dreamer she felt so small and it felt so impossible, the shock of knowing she would achieve fame and fortune would nearly kill her. but she knows now the grim truth in what was once hyperbolic, how when it did happen, the breaks didn't come gently and the beast that is beauty tore her to shreds. parts of her at least, and perhaps the most significantly that little dreamer who scribbled that unintended prophecy in her diary decades ago. she made it and slowly and brutally and quietly without fanfare, she died. it harkens back to the lucky one, when she was just embarking on her rocket to fame and fortune, and she pondered another name goes up in lights. You wonder if you'll make it out alive. clara bow seems to answer that question with no, you won't, but nobody before you made it out alive either, not fully, not whole. the machine grinds ever on and on and there was never any other way.

[damianito]

From the start ♡

[shittybundaskenyer]

winged insect—funeral pyre

[radioactive-cloud]

i need a new the amazing devil album so much it's not actually funny

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

readerbot au where you have one final chance to talk to ur murderer before ur home burns to the ground but the guy is kinda super dead so its not like talking to him will accomplish anything and ur too far gone to find closure anyhow but its almost comforting so u spend the final hour with him anyway

[alaynestone]

1.22  DEVIL'S TRAP  5.22  SWAN SONG

[starbuck]

john darnielle will say “no you don’t understand guys, this line was SO bad, it’s literally the worst thing ever i couldn’t even release the song because it was so awful and i couldn’t fix it,” and then the line will be “I've got a Kenmore single-room window unit air conditioner.”

[i-lavabean]

See someone's got to tell the tale, whether or not it turns out well

Maybe it will turn out this time

[krscblw]

if you had life eternal...

[future-dregs]

Early seasons.

Sam and Dean.

It's well past midnight and Sam is driving for once. They're absolutely rocketing down a Texas highway in the middle of summer, not a single vehicle on the road except for them and the occasional semi.

The windows are rolled down, the scent of rain is heavy in the air and Sam is trying to outrun the storm just to see if they can, playing with the edge of flat out wide open.

His hands are drumming the wheel, Where Eagles Dare vibrating through his blood, across his skin, giving the speakers a run for their money. He goes to turn it up and it can't crank any higher.

Lightning flashes, lights up the whole west sky, barbed wire and scrub as far as the eye can see. Dean sticks his head and shoulders out the window and howls like a dog, bangs the flat of his hand against the roof. His black t-shirt rides up to his ribs and Sam's foot closes that final distance between the pedal and the floor, fully unleashing the car.

She jumps forward and Dean lurches back in, crashing against Sam's side.

He laughs. Loud and open.

And when he glances at Dean he blesses the lighting that let's him see the expression on his brother's face.

The thunder rolls and booms. He can feel it in his chest, swears he can feel it rattle through his bones to Dean.

Sam Winchester is young, and wild. He doesn't own a damn thing outside what's in his duffle bag in the backseat, there's all of three hundred and fifty dollars in his pocket, the hilt of his brother's knife is digging an ache into his hip.

The wind smacks rain sideways against his face and blows tangles into his hair.

And he's happy.