in⠀a⠀car⠀crash⠀for⠀two.

STOP⠀ TEASING⠀ BITCH,⠀ ⠀ JUST⠀ HIT⠀ ME !

[engardebitch]

ENGARDEBITCH,   an  independent,  private  and  selective  dual  muse  roleplaying  blog  featuring  helen sharp and madeline ashton   of death becomes her,   written with love by rubi. ( twenty - two,  she / her, gmt. ) est 2021, revived 2025.   canon divergent and heavily headcanon oriented. a study in mutual obsession, immortality, vanity, and the art of loving to hate someone. formerly found here.

this blog will lean heavily into horror, with both portrayals featuring extensive depictions of both body horror and existentialism, and verses dedicated to both movie and musical - centric depictions due to their drastic difference in nature. i have a heavy preference for the movie characterisations in some regards but will happily indulge in both. <3

carrd.   memes.   playlist i. playlist ii. aes sideblog. tracking here.

blogroll: @fracturedmist, @belioness.

[engardebitch]

finally free from my responsibilities, about to make it everyones problem

[engardebitch]

madhel can't have a good christmas because they're just going to start fighting over where to put the decorations / whether or not the chosen pieces are tacky and its going to end with madeline running to shove the poor angel tree topper (they couldn't use a star, madeline apparently won't fit without knocking it over) through helens hole

[engardebitch]

its officially " 'i can't handle more blogs, i haven't even had time for the ones i already have' meanwhile they're both looking at me" season

[engardebitch]

happy (belated) halloween i hope you all fulfilled your yearly duty of pushing a dear friend down the stairs and getting shot <3

[engardebitch]

first week of this semester has absolutely beat my ass (insane timetable + fatigue ... eugh) but please know i am still alive to some degree

[engardebitch]

i have never seen deadlines suddenly overlap so terribly in my life What The Fuck is this october

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would it be tumblr if i came back from work and didn't find a horrible UI change

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[engardebitch]

going through my inbox n whatnot soon, but like this if you'd like me to throw a couple memes your way. ♡︎

[gentlyrepose]

˗ˋˏ @engardebitch ♡'d: madeline ashton & helen sharp ˎˊ˗

"oh, hel. hel. heleeeeennn." madeline's voice enters the room before she does, echoing down the halls as she searches for her person. and behind door number six...aha! "there you are! y'know, i was starting to wonder if you've been avoiding me." tone is teasing as she breezes into the room in a flash of pink sequins and feathers to interrupt whatever terribly dull thing that helen had been doing before madeline had valiantly rushed in to save her. but there's a hint of trepidation that shadows her gaze, the worry that helen really was avoiding her, that she'd made up her mind to hate her for all eternity. "you aren't...are you?"

[engardebitch]

“ you make it sound so tempting. ” she begins, madeline’s teasing echoed before her eyes lift to tune into the subtleties of her. ( an open book when willing, snapped shut the moment you skim a passage too far. ) framed rims slide down the bridge of her nose before she relents — its been a good day; she’s gotten a satisfactory amount finished and miraculously avoided burnout entirely — her pen set neatly against the worn leatherback. “ no. i’ve been working. ”

“ actually, ” the other shoe drops, of course, when her brow lifts and she indulges madeline her undivided attention, an arm resting over the back of her seat as she turns. “ i was taken aback by how quiet it had been earlier. you almost had me worried. ”

[belasso]

“ do you do this often? help people? ” — helen !

there's a little head tilt back and forth, as though juggling that question around in his noggin for a response. " i don't know if i do it often, but i sure enjoy tryin' to. personally i just think everyone should try to be more helpful to the people around them. stranger, or not, we're all neighbors on this planet, y'know? " and there's a warm smile, hand reaching out to shake hers, if she offers it up. " i'm ted, by the way. d'you need help with anything else? "

[engardebitch]

he’s certainly friendlier, familiarly midwestern but hardly something she ever grew fully accustomed to in new york. her brow furrows, mouth slightly agape ... there’s a certain demeanour to ted that originally makes her skeptical of it all — question after question of whether or not this was a show.

she could tell, typically. with people like madeline, or that horrid man she had run into on her way in. perplexingly though, for all of his otherwise strange quirks ... ted was undeniably genuine.

“ oh— ” she blinks suddenly, somewhat dumbfounded and not nearly as inviting before she forces a laugh. “ no, no. i was told i would ‘understand more thoroughly after experiencing it for myself’, ” whatever that means. then, adjusting the strap of her bag and accepting the handshake, because it would be rude of her not to— “ helen. ”

[ruhelled-deactivated20251216]

🖤. the smooth glass of the vanity mirror begins to ripple; when it calms, there's another redheaded figure gazing at her reflection, just over @engardebitch's. rowena stares at helen sharp with something approaching pity, a tsk of disappointment leaving her lips at the state of the other. "och helen, you're not going to waste the rest of yer life away, watchin' those terrible films and scrapbookin' yer..." head tilts to the side as rowena tries to puzzle out the various photographs and magazine clippings haphazardly decorating the mirror's frame, "...murder plans, are ye? don't you want to think bigger, do somethin' with yer life?"

[engardebitch]

“ the rest of her life. ” the distinction is important, lips pursed together before she extinguishes each candle beneath the makeshift shrine. the look she receives earns a scowl in return, pride tested before she becomes otherwise defiant of rowena’s judgement. “ terrible film or not ( and it is— horribly, gratifyingly so ), i’m sure temporary obstacles are a familiar territory for you. ”

she tactfully avoids rowena’s reflection a moment later, eyes examined in the vanity when she finally reaches for her purse ... a witch wasn’t about to earn the privilege of derailing her ambitions, regardless of her ability.

its a daring pause after, the moment between when the idea flashes past her and her lips press briefly to the glass, but she’s satisfied by the mark left in her wake, a soft hum before wiping her thumb along the stain, contented to otherwise leave. “ i’ve been told i don’t respond very well to being patronised. ”

[engardebitch]

they both flew in from stupidtown

[engardebitch]

dont ask me the colour of anything. i Will Not Know

[lickthecowhappy]

No Angel of Temperance

curl your hands around my heart  squeeze dig your nails into its flesh  rip it open like a pomegranate  staining your fingertips with the mess of it  fill your mouth with my arils bite into me and chew and chew my desire bursting across your tongue my suffering pooling at the corners of your smile my desperation grinding between your teeth abandon your propriety and gorge like the starving animal you are  tarnish yourself with my longing crimson from the foolish need I’ve grown overripe and fermenting on the bough devour it  devour me until you, too, are slavering glutted and intoxicated by my moldering spirit

[engardebitch]

what does your soul look like?

a shadowed figure within a void

you are the flickering shape in the darkness. the echo of something lost. are you even there at all, really? does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? you were the first to lose yourself. you stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? what is it that you think will make you whole again? do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? there is no monster trying to harm you. there is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. you are the villain of your own story. there is no one you have harmed more than yourself.

[engardebitch]

first week of this semester has absolutely beat my ass (insane timetable + fatigue ... eugh) but please know i am still alive to some degree