MONSTERS BRIDE.

even  monsters  deserve  better. 

[empressofdreams]

[empressofdreams]

[bridester-blog]

florence likes odd places. always has. one of her distinct childhood memories is staying with her family in this shitty old motel. everyone hated it except for her. she watched the peeling wallpaper and the mismatched colors and attached to it, for some reason, in her memory. usually it’s full of holes, but not for that. so she was just going to wander into the inn and maybe ask about some history or something.

the door closes behind her, though, and her shoes squeak against marble floors. she goes stock-still on animal instinct, trying to compute. the dimensions don’t match the outside. nothing matches the outside. the ceilings are grand and the floor is marble and everything is lush and lovely and absolutely not what she should be. she’s finally snapped. it’s taken years, but it really fucking happened this time.

her jaw works. trying to force out syllables and failing. then a little bit of glittering movement makes her eyes snap over, and she stares. now her mind is struggling for the name - svetlana, the woman who shows up to the theater sometimes.

on instinct, florence just laughs nervously. “i, uh, yeah? i’m - i - what’s going on? what - what is all this?”

This is her home. If anything she felt a slight arrogance in such a situation. A human? It made no sense. She had done her work to make sure the freaks of the world would be safe away from it. Her face turns to stone while the only thing that moves is the sparkles on her frame. Raising a brow and continuing to walk down the stairs, shooting a look around the hotel, this couldn’t be known - to any monster. 

“Have a walk with me?” Her hand, coated in jewels, bright pink pointed nails on fingers that rest upon the others shoulder. How would she explain this? The mother, the host and suddenly she is an amateur in this situation. The garden of the Inn was filled with dangling vines, dark flowers and small noises from rare birds. 

“How exactly. . . Did you get here? I thought Mr Vonzt was guarding the door.” She says, irritated, but not with the young woman. “Well, that doesn’t matter anymore.” Lana rests her hands against her form before looking down, neat ( glamorous ) waves move with her. “I suppose this place is something more than you thought. . . obviously.” 

[bridester-blog]

❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜ from florence

( @keykoded ♡ )  Svetlana frowned at such a statement. “Flo, you could’t think in such a way.” She says while gently pushing a plate overflowing with baked goods. They were surrounded in a kitchen filled with staff of all shapes and sizes. A human, safe in a room filled with monsters? who could of imagine such a thing? 

lifting the kettle to gracefully pour fresh tea, her eyes dart to the others with genuine care. a human was granted a life of mortality, a promised death, and one should not waste time worrying of such things. placing the fine china cup in front of Flo came naturally, she was the host one might dream to be. 

“it all matters,” she begins as she gracefully plops down on the free chair, “you must believe it till the very end. we all exist for a reason and that is one we choose for ourselves.” 

[bridester-blog]

❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜ ( from vlad )

( @divinefelt ♡ )vaympires? she used to think they were the perfect species of all. who was she to one of the greatest known to man? black locks rest against her still frame, head barely moves while her drink remains in her hand. svetlana was always a woman of kindness and well mannered actions: even if they landed her in the lions den. 

“Vlad, you’ve always been a friend. a good one at that.” they came from similar timelines, history and locations. it was a shame to live forever: a history of an immortal soon became nothing of interest to another. the corpse offered a soft hand out to the other. it was a sign of respect, friendship and alliance. she was not a person to reject such an offer. 

“friends.” frail fingers seek the grasp of the other, it was the right thing to do after all. 

[bridester-blog]

( @keykoded ♡ ) the hotel was filled with all and more. each room could wander into other universes, tell a story of it’s temporary owner and all the more. she had poured her heart into understanding what the home of many wanted. the walls spoke to her in many ways, the ghosts that lingered would help solve the many riddles. 

however, it would still keep Svetlana on her toes when it unveiled new prospects. the mid-day was the only time of silence for the Inn. many monsters laid to sleep after a long night of work, hunting and god-knows-what-else. Lounging around in a overbearing gown, filled with feathers and jewels, weighing against her frame. 

she pauses mid way on the lounge stairs while seeing a familiar face. a human? it couldn’t be. no human could see the lavenza for it’s true beauty. liquid from her glass splashes against the marble, she must of stopped eruptly, a smile plastered on her face when making eye contact with the other. 

“ Florence? i wasn’t expecting to see you around here.” She laughs, nervously. 

[nolongerinuse-wrpg-deactivated2]

i. overview

Species: Synthetic Blooded Monster

Full Name: Svetlana Frankenstein Voss

Birthday & Age: 1795 / appears 30-35

Rank: Corpse

Occupation: Owner of Lavenza Inn

Neighborhood: Lavenza Inn, Master Suite - lives with The Invention.

Residency Status: Newcomer, one week

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

ii. personality

+ kind, loyal, & brave.

- vengeful, self depreciative, & insecure.

iii.  about the species

monsters are supernatural beings that have either been created to become monsters, or in most cases were born that way. their origins came from elsewhere: at the unknown edges of maps, from distant realms and places. most of the plethora of monsters are direct descendant to echydna, an entity now under a deep slumber, born from the gods, the Mother of All Monsters. there are roughly a hundred of thousands of monsters in the world, most of which are capable of assimilating into human culture. many, however, shrunk into the background and have adopted a hermit behavior, tending to themselves and only themselves. due to this, the legend of monsters have been but a myth, no real proof suggesting of their existence even from the majority of the supernatural community. 

iv.  the past

ii. REFERENCE

as i understand that “the bride of frankenstein” is an actual fictional character, i believe she wasn’t formed in entirety. i hope that I can bring a new look on this wonderful tale. i plan on using modern references in her creation, while remaining true to the book and script written by mary shelley. here are some reference posts i’d like to keep in lana’s creation!

In mary shelley’s Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, Victor Frankenstein is tempted by his monster’s proposal to create a female creature so that the monster can have a wife: “shall each man,” cried he, “find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and i be alone?“

lana will be a man made creation of the genius known as victor frankenstein, but will have taken a different turn. rather than simply existing for frankenstein ( beast ), she will have been educated and form a moral conscience of her own. she has traveled the world, but learned ( in the end ) to find love for her scientifically matched mate.

ii. HISTORY

“i grew them from seed, i grew them from seed.”

she was created with a purpose: to please another. however, the bride of the monster would prove that even she couldn’t be controlled. unlike many, this creation was unearthly in the ways science made it possible for her to walk among the others. you will never hear her speak of such a thing, for even svetlana, finds it hard to understand what man had created. her birth took place during a wild storm, thunder rumbling, and lightning casting out.

electricity was her awakening. although her creation has doted on expectations, she was born with a will to be more than just a toy for another. frankenstein; the soulmate of her fate, was not so much of the monster, he might have found himself to be. he was of perfect proportion, only the pain resided in his eyes. lana soon discovered he was not the monster that he might have been described as.

svetlana was not a hideous creature, yes, victor had taken some mercy on her human likeness. frankie ( her loving nickname for her mate ) did his best to keep her safe. he was not the hideous monster, after all, she fell with no mercy for the kind monster. the creatures were at the mercy of what humanity might have thought.

the question: when does the creature become a monster? when humanity decides. it was a time where she questioned the creator. human perversion, no hope and the hideousness of it all. it pushed for lana to educated herself endlessly in the trail of books. she would name herself, hide her scars under white powder and would make the world her own.

the bride no longer, only a woman with nobility.

v.  the current

“it’s a perfect night for mystery and horror. the air itself is filled with monsters.." 

svetlana and frankie traveled the world after victor never returned home. assuming he had carried on or met the grim reaper, they would travel the world and see it for all its beauty. neither of the monsters was truly that: a monster. able to see the world as a place to be protected and celebrated.

not all freaks are meant to live a life of tragedy. svetlana would be the first monster, known to the supernatural to own a hotel. magyck from wytches and ancient time would help craft such a place. lavenza is the only hotel on earth that can move with its owner. the outside of the establishment has had many faces, but the inside can be triple the size and lavish.

she would make sure those, like her, would have a temporary home that provided safety. no one would feel unloved from the world, or a freak to cast away among the shadows. although svetlana isn’t the mother of all monsters, she does her best to be family to them. her hotel can only be seen by the supernatural, while a human may walk in and see a very old and dusty home.

svetlana and frankie are doted as happily married. although at times he may be hiding away, she knows where he is. thanks to reconstructive surgery, they have managed to form a mask permanently on their faces. life is good for the man made couple, the hotel and their new home.

vi. connections

✗ CONNECTION(S) WILL BE ADDED SHORTLY.

Her face claim is DITA VON TEESE and she’s played by CASTOR.

[bridester-blog]

I. REFERENCE

As I understand that “the bride of Frankenstein” is an actual fictional character, I believe she wasn’t formed in entirety. I hope that I can bring a new look on this wonderful tale. I plan on using modern references in her creation while remaining true to the book and script were written by Mary Shelley. Here are some reference posts I’d like to keep in Lana’s creation!

In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, Victor Frankenstein is tempted by his monster’s proposal to create a female creature so that the monster can have a wife: “Shall each man,” cried he, “find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone?“

Lana will be a man-made creation of the genius known as Victor Frankenstein, but will have taken a different turn. rather than simply existing for Frankenstein ( beast ), she will have been educated and form a moral conscience of her own. She has travelled the world but learned ( in the end ) to find love for her scientifically matched mate.

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[mustbewitchseason]

[parliansyren]

WHERE: metronome, rapid hills WHEN: 5:00 pm WHO: @bridester SONG: i put a spell on you, annie lennox

metronome stays open late.  it makes sense, gatsby thinks, that the hours should match him.  while it opens at the same time every morning, the closing time belongs to him and him alone.  some days the doors close once again no later than noon.  others it stays open nearly an entire day, gatsby feeling remiss to return home when empty of his sister’s presence if her own work or play keeps her from her bed.  he lingers open this evening now an hour past traditional closing, gaze locked on the windows that make the front wall to watch all passerby.  

some of them peer back in at him.  take in metronome – and gatsby can see the ones who make a note.  decide to return later.  maybe he’ll recognize their face and have an album picked out for them already by the time they come back; maybe he’ll barely remember them as anything but a shadow.

and then, her.  

delicate and beautiful, a creature pale and dressed so stark against her skin that gatsby can’t quite bring himself to look anywhere else.  the gum in his mouth grinds between his teeth.  blossoming out of his lips, blue and streaked with the pink of his first piece.  the bubble lingers as she opens the door and enters.  bells herald her, the music plays, and gatsby deflates his gum to sing the next few lines of music.

then, tilts his head to the side.  

     “vinyl, cassette, cd?”

[bridester-blog]

svetlana enjoyed the times she could step away from her empire. the hotel would be fine for the time being. she had enjoy it’s new home: it was the type of town that made her happy. small and filled with delicate whispers of history. heels click against the concrete as her form moves smoothly towards the music store. music was therapy, a gift to the soul and expression of one if anything. 

long fingers ( perfected ) gently grasp at the door handle. eyes dart immediately to the man behind the desk. her gaze was something that was noted as welcoming. svetlana was a sweet soul, no bitterness could be found in her. she had dissapointed those who wanted her to be monsterous. 

his question catches her interest before she could look to the selection. hands press against her frame while folding into each other. “Vinyl would be wonderful.” She replies in a soft tone. “It’s good to see people haven’t forgotten what such things are.” It was commentary that made her struggle; always afraid she might be a bother to another. 

“ might be a tough one. ‘bei mir bist du schon’ by the andrews sisters? i unfortunately lost my copy among the move.” 

[saint-rouge]

This 1737 ancient history book once caught fire. It was closed tightly enough that, much like an unsplit log, no oxygen could reach the flames and they were snuffed out before the whole book could burn. IG : saint.rouge

[cremedelacoeur]

Step on the glass, staple your tongue

Bury your friend, try to wake up

[deadpens]

[phantomemes]

support the author  /  feel free to change things  (  such as pronouns  )  as needed !

“ these are the empty pews ” “ it’s much too late to repent ” “ this is your unmarked grave ” “ what else is there to live for besides your one true love ? ” “ you never thought i needed protection ” “ did i ever even have a choice ? ” “ he told me i was an obligation ” “ you make me forget what it feels like to miss someone i was never allowed to call mine ” “ are you my antidote or my poison ? ” “ this story may be cliche  ,  but it’s ours ” “ is there really any way it can end other than in bloodshed ? ” “ i’ll lick your wounds and then you’ll do the same for me ” “ if you start to keep score  ,  can you still call it love ? ” “ brace for impact ” “ this girl right here is a fucking goner ” “ with you there is no faking it ” “ this boy  ,  he’ll be the death of me ” “ i was too young to realize you were the one that should have known better ” “ i never did have an ear for music ” “ when night falls  ,  my monster tells me he loves me ” “ you always did crave the taste of your own lies ” “ this love leaves bloodstains ” “ i’m so fucking sorry ” “ it was exhausting for both of us ” “ you are the bruises and teeth marks i find all over my body without remembering how they got there in the first place ” “ this isn’t a haunting  ;  it’s a hunting ” “ it’s probably a good thing that god forgives sinners like me ” “ i can’t tell the difference between you and the dead of winter ” “ at least winter makes way for spring ” “ i can’t decide who it is i’m more frightened of ” “ i would do just about anything to make her disappear ” “ if you’re looking for your perfect victim  ,  then you might as well set down your lanterns ” “ you won’t be able to find her here ” “ i’m the fairy tale everyone forgot about because the lesson wasn’t pure or hopeful enough ” “ i don’t excuse her and you shouldn’t either ” “ couldn’t you at least try to hide it ? ” “ i never knew you could grieve a breathing man ” “ nothing but a coffin in my ribcage ” “ you remind me of the way flowers bloom so furiously in spring ” “ are you breaking her like you broke me  ,  or am i just that special ? ” “ nothing makes sense with or without you ” “ my body didn’t know what it was like to survive without you ” “ you took things i didn’t know you could take ” “ it seems you never learn  ,  either ” “ either take everything i have or drop it all and walk away ” “ darling  ,  you are worthy ” “ you can do this  ,  you know ” “ let your heart take its time ” “ there’s someone else seeping in through the fractures you left ” “ if you’re never going to leave me  ,  then this is me leaving you ” “ find a new partner in crime ” “ someone i used to know told me that love was forever ” “ don’t try to waste your time again ” “ i’m sorry i didn’t know how to stop the pretending ” “ they didn’t deserve this ” “ some people are never worth your words ” “ come  ,  take back your hatred ” “ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ”

[tychememes-blog]

softer world sentence meme.

❛ we buried truth under playgrounds. ❜ ❛ it’s hard to get rid of people who don’t know you hate them. ❜ ❛ you make me want to pretend to be a better man. ❜ ❛ those who can, do. those who can’t apparently run this fucking place. ❜ ❛ live and learn, or die and teach by example. ❜ ❛ there should be a word for the things we do not because we want to, but because we want to be the kind of person that wants to. ❜ ❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜ ❛ one day i’ll be me. ❜ ❛ nobody dies before their time. that’s what ‘ their time ’ means. ❜ ❛ some people aren’t books, they’re poems. ❜ ❛ there’s a darkness on the edge of town. ❜ ❛ it’s time to make yourself proud and everyone else a little nervous. ❜ ❛ i’m tired of being my best. ❜ ❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜ ❛ my resolution this year is to buy a dog and practice loving something back. ❜ ❛ you’re too pretty to stab me in the face with that knife. ❜ ❛ can we be friends? i would try to be a good friend. ❜ ❛ nothing matters at all. might as well be nice to people. ❜ ❛ what sounds better? revenge or popcorn? ❜ ❛ it is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. ❜ ❛ i hear smashing glass in my head, every time i laugh. ❜ ❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜ ❛ follow your horrible little heart! ❜ ❛ who has time for perfection? ❜ ❛ i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. ❜ ❛ i fought my way into this world. i’ll fight my way out. ❜ ❛ you are never so low you deserve to be lower. ❜ ❛ when you look down at people, don’t you want to help them up? ❜ ❛ well, i don’t like any of those things, but i like you. ❜ ❛ i’m the best there is at what i do, and what i do is think about my mistakes. ❜ ❛ the worst person you can think of gets scared sometimes too. ❜ ❛ everybody dies. every single person. so, style counts. ❜ ❛ if poetry could describe the way you make me feel poetry would be illegal. ❜ ❛ did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell? ❜

[andhungry]

halloween pick-up line sentence starters.

taken from various places on the internet because who doesn’t wanna flirt with a ghost? no one, that’s who.

❝  I can’t find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?  ❞

❝  You’re the most boo-tiful ghost I’ve seen all night!  ❞

❝  You look so good, you’re making my crotch rise from the dead.   ❞

❝  If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.  ❞

❝  You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my nightmares all night!  ❞

❝  You must be a ghost, because you’ve been haunting my dreams.  ❞

❝  Are you being a ghost for Halloween, or are you just my boo?  ❞

❝  You are dead sexy. Literally.  ❞

❝  That skeleton over there said he’d get your number for me, but he didn’t have the guts, so here I am.  ❞

❝  Hello there, boo-tiful!  ❞

❝  You wanna take a ride on my broomstick?  ❞

❝  Mmm baby! You’re decomposing in ALL the right places!  ❞

❝  You must love Halloween! You don’t need to change to dress up as an angel.  ❞

❝  I hear this house is haunted, we better stick together.  ❞

❝  What’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?  ❞

❝  All these ghosts and I still don’t have a boo.  ❞

❝  Want to find out what I turn into at midnight?  ❞

❝  If you were a jack-o’-lantern, I’d totally light your candle.  ❞

❝  I should have dressed up as a ghost tonight so I could let you under my sheets.  ❞

❝  I don’t know what the trick is, but you certainly are a treat.  ❞

❝  Your costume looks complicated. Need help taking it off?  ❞

[therpmemes]

                   hayley kiyoko → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ So go ahead, break my heart. ❞

❝ You’ll want to love me. ❞

❝ I get excited when I discover something rare… like you. ❞

❝ I like your aura and I’m pretty sure I love your hair. ❞

❝ You’re sweet as maple. ❞

❝ Look at your face, look at my dress. Looks like we’re not here to impress. ❞

❝ What’s better than love? ❞

❝ Even when that love is gone you weren’t wrong to have been mine. ❞

❝ Meet me halfway to your heart. ❞

❝ I’ve given it all to you. ❞

❝ Do whatever gets you seen. ❞

❝ Kiss me until I forget my name. ❞

❝ This could take all night… ❞

❝ Your hips, your lips, they’re mine. ❞

❝ I’ve got better luck in my head. ❞

❝ I fantasize, a secret life and place where we hide. ❞

❝ I don’t wanna be anywhere else but here. ❞

❝ Stealing kisses from your missus, does it make you freak out? ❞

❝ Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new. ❞

❝ I'ma take your girl out. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me what I feel. I’m real and I don’t feel like boys. ❞

❝ Tell me what you want this to be. ❞

❝ I know what I want this to be. ❞

❝ You’re feeding the fire. ❞

❝ I think I just needed to cry. ❞

❝ I just wanna tell you that you’re really pretty, [girl]. ❞

❝ I just wanna know if you will let me be your world. ❞

❝ I just know you got to taste like candy. ❞

❝ I can see you’re real smart. ❞

❝ You make me feel like I wanna be bad. ❞

❝ I need you to be free. ❞

❝ So this is where I leave you. ❞

❝ Just rest your eyes. ❞

❝ I’m just trying to be nice. ❞

❝ They say I’ll get hurt, if I’m not like ice. ❞

❝ I know I’ve got friends, but I still get so lonely. ❞

❝ If I look in your eyes, I’ll want you to hold me. ❞

❝ I’m sorry that I care. ❞

❝ I can’t help but care. ❞

❝ I over-communicate and feel too much. ❞

❝ I’m sick and tired of acting all tough. ❞

❝ I’m hooked on all these feelings. ❞

❝ I know exactly what I’m feeling. ❞

❝ Keep telling me lies, they’re killing me slowly. ❞

❝ I get too attached, they don’t even know me. ❞

❝ Why can’t I relax? ❞

❝ Sure I would kiss you. ❞

❝ I’ll lay with you. ❞

❝ No, I can’t fix you. ❞

❝ What I need is for you to be sure. ❞

❝ When we’re with your family, you don’t want to show it. ❞

❝ I only want a girl who ain’t afraid to love me. ❞

❝ I know we’re not together but I won’t forget you. ❞

❝ I don’t wanna talk about it, I don’t wanna think about it. ❞

❝ Even when you’re next to me, it’s not the way I’m picturing. ❞

❝ You wanna be friends forever? I can think of something better. ❞

❝ But will you ever mess with me? No. ❞

❝ At least I got you in my head. ❞

❝ You will never understand, even when you hold my hand I just feel alone. ❞

❝ Come on, let’s sleep in my bed. ❞

❝ I can tell you don’t get it ‘cause you tell me that everything will be okay. ❞

❝ All I wanna do is cry. That’s all I wanna do. ❞ 

❝ Maybe, I’ll just dye my hair. ❞ 

❝ What I need is quiet. ❞ 

❝ I paint on a smile so that no one ever sees. ❞ 

❝ It’s easier for me to stay quiet, not speak a word - for if I do, then the truth might emerge. ❞ 

❝ They are my emotions to feel. ❞ 

❝ Nobody can poison my feelings if they’re never revealed. ❞ 

❝ Don’t let me die when there’s nobody here.   ❞ 

❝ I need a drink, whiskey ain’t my thing but shit is all good. ❞ 

❝ You’ve been out of reach, could you explain? I think that you should. ❞ 

❝ What you been up to? Who’s been loving you good? ❞ 

❝ I’ve been looking through the texts and all the photos. ❞ 

❝ Do you let him touch you the way I used to? ❞ 

❝ Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? ❞ 

❝ I’m just curious, is it serious? ❞ 

❝ Are we just friends? ❞ 

❝ You say you wanted me, but you’re sleeping with him ❞ 

❝ I don’t believe you. ❞ 

❝ You ain’t been loving me right. ❞     

❝ I wanna be loved every night. ❞     

❝ Baby, you should pick up the phone. ❞     

❝ If you’re around, come get it. ❞     

❝ I wanna be missed like every night. ❞     

❝ I wanna be kissed like it’s the last time. ❞     

❝ Say you can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t breathe without me. ❞     

❝ I wanna be held. ❞     

❝ Say you can’t walk, can’t talk, go on without me. ❞     

❝ I want you tired every day ‘Cause I run through your brain. ❞     

❝ Hold me down, keep me safe. ❞     

❝ I left a mark on your neck. ❞     

❝ Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, I’m the best you’ve ever had. ❞     

❝ Why don’t you just cut the shit? ❞     

❝ Why can’t you just be honest – with yourself? ❞     

❝ I know every day you’re thinking of me. ❞     

❝ You say no one will understand. You wish you could but you just can’t.❞  

❝ How long 'til you realize, he’ll never love you like me? ❞    

❝ So thirsty, you’re drowning in it. ❞   

❝ I’ll make it to the top. ❞   

❝ Does it really matter at all? ❞   

❝ Come around 'cause I need you. ❞   

❝ Let me see you. ❞   

❝ I miss you, I love you, so it’s really hard to see – we just got to let it be.❞ 

❝ Won’t you just meet me in the middle? ❞   

❝ I believe we just had to learn to fall. ❞   

❝ I’m making a new home. ❞