you want an elegant death. as a matter of fact, you already died and didn’t hear about it. you are your own unnerving ghost.
an independent & private canon multi - muse roleplay blog, horror / fantasy / witchy centric characters spanning from multiple forms of literature & media. mostly iconless or gifs, mun is 21+, please be 21+ when interacting. all characters are crossover friendly, headcanon based & written as 18+.
themes of : trying to swallow survival, chronic hero syndrome, becoming & being devoured by the wolf, shards of childhood on the floor, walking toward something you should be running from, trading your life for someone else's, mean mugging demons, screams of sorrow that never came out, bleeding out hope.
est. 2022. imagined by aela, she / her.
LINKS: i. pinterest. ii. prompts. iii. graphics.
INFO:
i don't want to make this very long, just don't be an asshole. any racist or bigoted characters, obviously dni.
there will be triggering content ( ptsd, torture, blood, gore, trauma, death, grief, etc ). smut is unlikely and at least not often / fade to black is also fine.
if i follow you, i want to write with you. if you don’t follow back, i will simply unfollow.
i'm a nurse in real life & i can go a long time without actively writing at times, i won't force it but i'm willing to plot and write on discord as well!
CHARACTERS.
** important things to note ( if any ) are in parentheses. a lot of my muses have been on and off their own individual blogs as far back as 2013, so just assume that at baseline all characters are headcanon based / canon divergent.
── ↬ ♡ aria montgomery, from pretty little liars.
“ she puts up a good front. but when she's hurt and wants to shut you out, you could die of frostbite. ”
⁽ i will acknowledge her relationship with ezra, but will not romanticize it; aria was groomed. she writes an angry police report with the intent of turning ezra in for his relationship with her after finding out about his novel. she ultimately rips this report up and throws it in the trash, but the police end up with an anonymous copy and he goes to prison, she does not see him again. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ alison dilaurentis, from pretty little liars.
“ if you're going to be two - faced, at least make one of them pretty. ”
⁽ twilight crossover main timeline. after alison goes missing from rosewood, she is incorporated into a twilight / vampire arc where she is turned by james and is taken under the wing of the cullens. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ piper halliwell, from charmed.
“ i bet you guys think this is real funny, don’t ya’? haven’t you taken enough from me? you have to send trolls to kick me while i’m down? ”
⁽ focusing mostly on piper's college years and her work in the kitchen at a local restaurant. she knows that she's a witch, will follow canon timeline upon request. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ allison argent, originally from teen wolf.
“ we protect those who cannot protect themselves. ”
⁽ canon removed & rewritten into the buffy and / or supernatural universe, focusing on the argent family lore where she is going to college and raised by a family of hunters / and has possibly slayer powers. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ jacob black, from twilight.
⁽ focusing on the years jacob spends as alpha after the events of the books, except ignoring smeyer's racist and aggressive implications of native people when it came to jacob's "personality switch" & also ignoring the entire imprinting storyline / the existence of rigatoni. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ hermione granger, originally from harry potter.
⁽ canon removed & rewritten into an indie witch arc fitting into basically any universe, focusing heavily on themes of being a witch vigilante, helping others in new areas & traveling in search of her missing parents. anti - jkr. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ nesta archeron, from a court of thorns and roses.
“ so nesta had become a wolf. armed herself with invisible teeth and claws, and learned to strike faster, deeper, more lethally. had relished it. but when the time came to put away the wolf, she'd found it had devoured her too. ”
⁽ heavy themes of loss, ptsd, mental illness and the stages of grief. focusing on valkyrie lore. ⁾
── ↬ ♡ maysilee donner, from the hunger games.
“ if you let them treat you like an animal, they will. so don't let them. ”
── ↬ ♡ katniss everdeen, from the hunger games.
“ real or not real? i am on fire. a creature as unquenchable as the sun. ”
( both of these characters are book based, although i will be writing them both as eighteen rather than starting at sixteen in main verses. )
── ↬ ♡ sabrina spellman, from sabrina the teenage witch.
“ my name is sabrina spellman & i will not sign it away. ”
( not focused on any one source material, pulling inspo from original show, caos & newer comics. )
── ↬ ♡ isabel conklin, from the summer i turned pretty.
“ i am every age i have ever been. all time ever does is pass, all i ever do is remember. moments, when lost, can't be found again. ”
( book based with some show/movie influences, focusing on her college years or her time abroad in main verses. )
i am dismissed & can breathe again. sometimes i see a scarf as a snake, writhing down from the scalp, twisted round the neck, tight. i / remember the first time i did that, waiting for my own venom to take me down. to spit through this body, to make me holy again, i was / perseus, new-aged & the first to be slain / this time. i was a child turned to stone from the inside. i taste / the blood & out comes the coral / of the red sea, hissing through the gullet.
i remember laughing one time on the dash in a very unserious way about draco m*lfoy being turned into a ferret and someone in the rpc trying to cancel me for it and posting a series of posts about me right after
bella is painfully aware that the urgency of the situation has loosened her tongue, that maybe she wouldn’t be spilling like an overflowing sink had she not received such an ominous gift this morning. in her own sick and twisted way, she was thankful for it – not death and battle looming like a dark shadow, but for the aggressive shove in his direction. she needed it, she just wished that it didn’t have to come with impending combat.
the last thing she wanted was to put the packs – her friends – in danger. if she thought about it too hard, for too long, she’d regret ever coming here in the first place. so, she doesn’t think about that.
instead, she thinks about how there is molten chocolate melted into his irises. how the warm kitchen lighting sets his figure aglow, like an angel hovering before a rising sun. she thinks about the way she can feel his breath upon her nose – how he’s basically a human space heater and she’s always so very cold.
she thinks about how they’re just inches away from crossing a line drawn in sand by a foolish girl bewitched something sinister beyond her wildest comprehension. oh, how she’s desperately trying to fill it. pleading with the ocean to wash it away for good, once and for all.
she’s holding her breath, she realizes this as he speaks – when her words fail to exit her throat. ❛ i - ❜ a soft nod. ❛ i mean - i should have. you shouldn’t - you shouldn’t give me another one. ❜ but she wants him to so fucking bad. ❛ i had my chance and i - i blew it. ❜ she’s stuttering under the spotlight of his unwavering eye contact – heart pounding in her ears. ❛ as your best friend i would tell you to tell me to fuck off. ❜ she pushes herself up on her toes, forehead pressed against his. ❛ but, as a girl who royally fucked up, i’m begging you to give me just one more. ❜
his heart contorts and resorts to acrobatics in his chest, pumping white hot adrenaline straight through him. he is at the mercy of her every touch, every word. unbeknownst to her, devilish thoughts tap him on the shoulder, try to break down his iron clad defenses of a heart ablaze. ( could you take it if she leaves you again? ) truthfully, he didn't know the answer. he didn't know if it'd finally break him. what he did know ─ it was unequivocally worth the risk.
even if she left him to drown, releasing his hand just before they jump off the cliff of the endless love he'd offer her, it would still be worth it. every shattered piece of his heart when he hit the ground would have been, for a little while, loved by the person whose very being lit a torch within him that made every moon in his sky brighter. long nights spent alone, chasing the distance headlights in the darkest parts of greenery, letting his mind wander ─ he'd look up and think of her. wherever she was, he always carried her with him.
and here she was now, close enough to feel her breathing. the way her eyes lock on him, baring her heart and promising him love every day as long as she lives?
he just knows she means it, and he let himself trust it.
jacob never realized the aching strain in his back until now. the effort to lean forward to feel her warmth, to meet her at her level. it's awkward, even when she rises as high as she can to meet him. he seriously must have grown another inch taller since last seeing her, already towering over her under normal circumstances. he almost wants to laugh at how ridiculous he must look. he gently and reluctantly moves his hands from her face, so carefully, so intricately, as if one wrong move could rob them of this. once he reaches her waist, he wraps his arms around her and delicately cages her against him, lifting her off of the ground with ease. “ damn, have you gotten shorter? ” a breathy laugh finally escapes his lips, and he lies his forehead firmly against hers. “ much better, i think. ” his voice is low, husky in its delivery.
their hearts beating as one, all of his senses in overdrive. the pools of hypnotic and familiar brown holding his gaze, eyes that appear now as though they've always been just for him. “ you already know you don't have to beg, bells ─ ” he breathes out, holding her up with one arm and soothingly rubbing her back with the other. “ you don't even have to ask. chance is all yours. ”
he was hers.
his eyes flutter shut, anticipation enough for him to send both of them off balance, but he holds steady. a beacon of new beginnings, of promising safety. his lips lightly graze the softness of hers, and a beat passes that seems like a lifetime before he eagerly presses them firmly against hers.
back home to him, they did their time.
his very presence was like a golden dawn – a sharp contrast to the twilight she had allowed herself to wallow in; cold and gloomy in shades of blue and gray. with him, even in this dreary town, she felt the radiating warmth of summer sun. a beacon of of optimism that illuminates the lives of those around him. how she had allowed herself to become so engulfed by darkness, she would never understand. the light at the end of the tunnel, the suns rays that she had missed so much, the feeling of safety was here all along. waiting for her, promising to be there when she was ready.
eyes roll at his observation, he certainly had a point there. even if the chili sucked – she’d grin and bear it. there’s a weightless feeling in her stomach, all the way down to her toes. she thinks that maybe his gentle caress is the only thing keeping her upright, the only thing keeping her knees from giving out from under her. she can’t help but feel bad – guilty. like she’s leading him on. but how could she be leading him on when all she wants is him?
this time, she knew. he was it for her.
she’d known before the immortal spell that had been placed upon her unsuspecting soul. she had chosen him first – and she would choose him again and again. in every lifetime. ❛ mmm - i had a feeling. ❜ bella teases, heat rising in her cheeks, eye contact unwavering.
she's forgotten about death looming over her, a predator stalking it's prey. his confession escaping his lips and slithering into hers through sharp inhale. she knows how he means it. how they’ve always loved each other. but there’s more, isn’t there? every time they’ve said it, it’s held a different weight to it. this time, it feels heavy – mountainous. like perhaps her love hadn’t been lost all along, perhaps edward hadn’t stolen it. maybe she left it right here. within him, for safe keeping. subconsciously knowing that she would come back for it, when it was safe.
❛ i love you. i always have and i always will and – it feels so unfair of me to say that. like i’ve lost my chance. ❜ she can’t help but ramble. ❛ but i would like to say it every day. for as long as i live. ❜ even if that time is limited. ❛ if you’ll let me. ❜
he's underwater, sunlight beaming from the surface at daybreak in a blanket of warmth, despite the unknown vast sea. despite the monstrous truths of their lives, of her life. the dangers lurking and looming over them. everything is dark and distant, everything but bella. her words echoing, bouncing off of the walls of his mind. two halves of one, the truth meaning of going through hell and coming out on the other side how you were meant to. even if it seemed lost forever, engulfed in the treachery of a dark, unforeseen power he couldn't overcome. thought he never would. edward had taken bella away from him, accompanied with the torture of analyzing the what ifs, had her choice been truly and purely hers.
could it be him?
the home he finds in her eyes anchors him and brings him back to his body, senses rushing back. the rain beating into the roof, the aromas from the kitchen, bella's breathing, the warmth of her body so close to him that if he wanted to, he could close the distance and ─
he loves it when she rambles, and he'd fill his own silence with laughter if he could breathe. he can't help but worry about the timing, the overcasting shadow of dealing with the battle ahead, with what lies in store. the need to reassure bella that she'd live past tomorrow, that she didn't have to say all of this tonight. was it fair of him, to fully succumb to his emotions? then again, he started this conversation trying like hell not to. his heart thumps against his chest, threatening to escape like a caged bird desperate for flight.
what's that thing they say about hope?
he wants to express his unanimous acceptance to her terms. that yes, he wants to hear it every day. several times a day. but the words won't come. he swallows hard, gaze deepening and his breath catching. he leans in until his forehead is almost touching hers, a dam of emotions breaking wide open in front of her. his eyes convey an open book ─ vulnerability, risk, hopeful desire. he's stuck on one thing, one thing he desperately craves clarity for. enough so that he finally finds his voice, the words coming out in a whispered breath.
❛ easier for me? what does that – what does that even mean? ❜ he’s racking his brain trying to figure out where it all went wrong. ❛ come on, alison, you've got to give me more than that. you can’t expect me to believe that you’re just – done. ❜
“ well, believe it. i'm just done. ” she could make him believe it, her tongue always her most vicious weapon. push the limits of the truth beyond repair, and do what she does best. lie, like it's an olympic freaking sport. anticipation of regret lingers and forces her to hesitate, but she's no longer the girl he knew. she is a ghost, wandering and empty. “ it's not like i was the great love of your life, you met me on the side of the road. you can run along and pull the same white knight routine with anyone else. ”
