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moscowsdragon:
❛ i don’t know , i think the bloodied axe might bring the mood down somewhat. ❜ marya plays along , for it’s not often that she permits herself to goof off , but she's glad she did. now , if only she could find the right costume. ❛ hey , what can i say. i’m very particular about my costumes. i have to feel it , and i don’t know if one eyed yellow sidekick is very me. ❜
she’s momentarily confused , as hélène suddenly takes shelter behind her. and then marya spots the bee , and begins to laugh , an undignified snort. she can’t help it , to see the perfectly posed hélène kuragina so shaken by such a small and harmless insect. ❛ let me get this straight , ❜ she reasons , turning to wrap a protective arm ‘round hélène to keep her safe from the terrifying buzzing monster , ❛ we’ve been looking at gruesome costumes , jump scare yard ornaments , and disembodied limbs - and a bee a bee is what you’re afraid of? ❜
hélène is quick to notice marya’s laughter and she wants to be offended, she really does. it’s just hard when there’s a bee buzzing nearby and turning all other feelings into terror. “i hate bees,” she mutters defensively into marya’s shoulder. “one tried to kill me once. is it gone?”
cautiously raising her head, she scans the room with narrowed eyes, searching for any trace of the insect and relaxing when she spots it a safe distance away. hélène doesn’t step back immediately, opting to take advantage of their current closeness to kiss her very softly on the cheek.
“now, i believe you were telling me how particular you were about your costumes.” she raises an eyebrow, not quite teasing. “you could always just wear a mask.”
@exceptionallycharming / continued ! ❜
though marya usually enjoyed shopping , she did find the sort that involved halloween costumes far too tedious. everything was either too short or too revealing for her taste , and marya fancied herself as having more dignity than hiding her face behind a mask. but of course , she had ended up at the costume shop anyway - and it was all hélène’s fault.
staring at the wall of package costume with distaste , marya nearly jumps when the familiar weight comes to rest on her shoulder. she scoffs at hélène’s words , though a smile plays on her lips.
❛ oh i don’t know. as much as i would love to dress as - ❜ marya picks up the outfit and grimaces at its description , ❛ sexy murder girl with axe ,, i feel that’s a bit too close to my day job. lets see , i think ‘ angry fire goddess ’ might be more my speed , hmm? ❜
“sexy murder girl with axe is perfect. you’d be the life of the party!” she’s teasing, her light-hearted mood made obvious in her posture, in her voice, in eyes glittering with amusement. hélène concedes the point with an exaggerated sigh, pulling away to look at the costumes. “but i see what you mean.”
she considers marya’s choice thoughtfully, flashing her a crooked grin. “you mean to tell me ‘sexy murder girl’ is too close to your day job but ‘angry fire goddess’ isn’t?”
“how about...” she’s looking around critically when a bee flies into her line of sigh. “a bee!” and she dives back behind marya with an undignified squeak.
😈(from Anatole)
hélène had heard countless stories of people who played with ouija boards and ended up dead, completely removed from reality, or inviting evil presences into their homes. and while she didn’t fully believe in the tales, she would rather not take her chances.
“tolya, i don’t think this is a good idea.” she told him, because someone had to, before sighing and settling in beside him. hélène might not be the most willing participant, but she wasn’t about to let her brother talk to ghosts or demons alone.
“alright.” she eyed the board, trying to seem brave. “how does this work again?”
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hélène had become distracted as soon as they entered the shop, forgetting about their objective in favor of wandering around looking at all the different costumes and the people browsing through them. she was watching an old man try on a grim reaper mask with amusement when she remembered why they had come in the first place.
approaching marya from behind, she rested her chin on the other woman’s shoulder.
“alright, darling,” she purred, unapologetic. “did you have anything in mind?”
she nodded towards one of the more ridiculous-looking costumes, mischief evident in her gaze.“personally, i think you’d make a wonderful axe murderer.”
halloween/fall rp prompts!
send 🎃 for our musics to go pick/carve pumpkins together
send 🎈 for our muses to go to a halloween party together
send 👾 to try and scare my muse with a mask (or however else the mun wishes)
send 👻 to invite my muse into a haunted house (muns can decide whether the haunted house is fake or real)
send 🎪 for our muses to go to a fall carnival/fair/festival together
send 🃏 for our muses to play a prank on someone else (throw toilet paper over their house, etc)
send ♡ to cuddle up with my muse (for warmth, obviously)
send 🎩 for our muses to go costume shopping together
send ☕ to go out for something pumpkin-spice-flavored with my muse
send 🍰 to make pumpkin pie with my muse (or any other “fall-themed” food)
send 📀 to watch scary movies with my muse
send 😈 to invite my muse to play with an ouija board with your muse
send 🍭 to invite my muse out trick-or-treating
send 👽 to invite my muse out cryptid-hunting
send ☔ to get caught in the rain with my muse
send 🍁 to invite my muse to play in some leaves
send 🙀 to tell spooky stories with my muse
send 👕 to offer my muse your jacket on a chilly day
send 🌚 to decorate the house for halloween with my muse
send 🚫 to invite my muse to explore an area that’s rumored to be haunted (cemetery, etc)
life happened and things are awful and i’m a mess right now so i’ll be signing off for the day. i have some memes + replies queued and will hopefully be back tomorrow. xx love
@exceptionallycharming / continued ! ❜
it was though complete coincidence that she happened to be returning home in that very snowstorm. arriving just as the wind began to whip at her curls , marya drew her shawl tightly around her shoulders as she trudged up the steps to the porch. perhaps attending the sunday night worship in the midst of a blizzard was not the most rational idea of hers , she mused , as frozen fingers fumbled for her keys.
nearly inside , she can feel the warmth of the stoked fire lighting her face , but a noise in the distance makes her pause. it could simply be the wind , howling through the trees. the sinister whispers sounded more humanlike , a call of someone in peril. and so , against her better judgement , marya trekked back to the road , vainly searching until she spots a shape in the distance. ❛ hello ! over here ! ❜ she calls to the stranger , voice lost in the wind.
she slowly becomes aware of three things. someone appears to be calling to her from beyond all this snow, it is very cold and she is shaking, and her hands, as well as her clothes, are covered in snow and shards of ice.
hélène stumbles blindly in the direction of the voice, hoping that she is actually heading towards a person and not a hallucination caused by the extreme cold. the closer she gets, the more the vague outline starts to solidify, until she's standing in front of a very-real person and blinking snow out of her eyes.
“cold.” shivering, it takes most of her willpower to speak the word aloud. she eyes her rescuer with a mix of wariness and relief, focuses on trying to get words out through frozen lips. “why...were you outside?”
Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime — Season 2 {Sentence Starters}
“I’d fake my own death.”
“Honey, we gotta jazz it.”
“Yeah, that usually does it.”
“Time to go murder, again.”
“He’s a bit like Santa Claus.”
“Okay, maybe I’m a little weird.”
“I’ve done some stupid things…”
“This just in: more skulls crushed!”
“I don’t know. It could be anybody.”
“That doesn’t even seem helpful…”
“Nice of you to come in. I’m dying.”
“And, after that, I could see ghosts.”
“You think he screamed like R2-D2?”
“Oh, I guess I’ll go fuck myself, then.”
“I don’t… I don’t know if that’s a thing?”
“If this is a preview of what’s to come…”
“Ok, we’re moving on, we’re moving on.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea… it’s a little weird.”
“Wow… they’re really going all out for this.”
“Well, you know what I’ll do is I’ll shoot you.”
“Good morning, I’ve got your — OH MY GOD!”
“The guess what, time to die. And that’s a bummer.”
“I don’t even wanna talk about it… ‘cause it’s stupid.”
“I don’t know. I was about to talk out of my ass there.”
“Uh, maybe one of us needs to keep their sanity here.”
“Well, they don’t seem like they make good decisions.”
“I love the thought of someone getting eaten by crabs.”
“Let’s see how many of these fuckers I can make dance.”
“Turns out I was wrong, The branch broke and I just fell…”
“Why don’t you bury them, asshole? Stop calling me, I’m busy!”
“Sometimes, even the most beautiful places hold the darkest secrets.”
“Anytime you think something’s majestic, just imagine if it was 10x bigger.”
“So, you’re wasting my time…. You’re wasting everybody’s time right now.”
“I’ve run the permutations through my little computer and all of them say you’re fucked.”
“I think if you’re going to kill a bunch of people, you might as well have some fun with it.”
“Well, then maybe I’ll just spend my whole life trying to avoid dead bodies, how about that?”
“You said that with a completely dead face, so I can never tell when you’re being serious…”
You are not prepared for this not ending how you want it to. And you are really not prepared for this ending how you want it to.
so about a month ago there was the whole “girl crush” controversy. as an ace lesbian, i was REALLY pissed by its ability to so easily be converted to a wlw anthem. there are NOT enough out there, ESPECIALLY for country. we need it for all genres, esp one so prominent the american public consciousness. so, in honor of international women’s day, and dedicated to my girl crush, @filmjunkiie, here’s girl crush.
spooky lyric starters.
because october is just around the corner.
feel free to change pronouns as necessary!
wuthering heights- kate bush
❝ i hated you, i loved you too. ❞ ❝ bad dreams in the night. ❞ ❝ they told me i was going to lose the fight. ❞ ❝ you had a temper like my jealousy: too hot, too greedy. ❞ ❝ ___, it’s me, __, i’ve come home and i’m so cold. ❞ ❝ let me in your window. ❞ ❝ it gets dark, it gets lonely. ❞ ❝ i pine a lot. ❞ ❝ i find a lot falls through without you. ❞ ❝ too long i’ve roamed in the night. ❞ ❝ i’m coming back to his side to put it right. ❞ ❝ let me have your soul. ❞ ❝ you know it’s me: __! ❞
haunted- poe
❝ pretty please, can you tell me where i am? ❞ ❝ you, won’t you say something? ❞ ❝ i need to get my bearings. ❞ ❝ i’m lost and the shadows keep on changing. ❞ ❝ and i’m haunted by the lives that i have loved. ❞ ❝ i’m haunted by the lies that wove the web. ❞ ❝ don’t cry, there’s always a way. ❞ ❝ please, i know it’s hard to believe. ❞ ❝ you and me, and these shadows keep on changing. ❞ ❝ hallways always. ❞ ❝ i’m haunted by the promises i’ve made and others i have broken. ❞ ❝ come here, i’ve got the pieces here. ❞ ❝ build a casket for my tears. ❞ ❝ you think i’ll cry? i won’t cry! ❞ ❝ my heart will break before i cry! ❞
fair folk - heather dale
❝ oh, tread not here till the light of day. ❞ ❝ the fair folk dance, the fair folk sing. ❝ ❝ gold and silver shine all around. ❞ ❝ oh, come not here at the fall of night. ❞ ❝ hold high the iron that they fear. ❞ ❝ when the fair folk call, don’t let them near. ❞ ❝ the banshee wails in the dark night. ❞ ❝ seven years spent out of time. ❞ ❝ all was lost that once was mine. ❞ ❝ i tarried once and listened long to the echoes of the fair folk’s song. ❞
murder ballad - murder ballad
❝ we light the match, it starts from a spark. ❞ ❝ we let the fire catch, eliminate the dark. ❞ ❝ we hear them sing: ‘someone’s gonna die’ ❞ ❝ there but for the grace of god, go i. ❞ ❝ from ___ to ___ come stories of true love gone awry. ❞ ❝ we all want to touch the flames but not get burned. ❞ ❝ there’s always a killer, so logically someone has to die. ❞ ❝ we sing the murder ballad’s warning. ❞ ❝ listen and i’ll tell a tale, a tale where good does not prevail. ❞ ❝ you know the ones that break your heart? well, they set themselves apart. ❞ ❝ free will and fate both play their part. ❞ ❝ all have history, all are scarred. trust no one. stay on guard. ❞ ❝ in life’s game, we all take part. time shuffles and you play your cards. ❞
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the snow beginning to cover the ground in thick piles would have seemed comforting and familiar at any other time, but right now in the fading light, it just looked foreboding: the calm before the real storm arrived.
hélène had been expecting the snowstorm, had expected the snow and the wind hitting against the windows. she had not expected the flickering lights and they bothered her more than they should. they bothered her enough that she decided braving the snowstorm to go somewhere with electricity was a smart choice.
she had been walking for ten minutes when she realized she had made a terrible decision. the storm had suddenly picked up and she couldn’t see half a foot in front of her, the wind blowing snow into her eyes.
“hello?” hélène called, hoping other people were also outside right now. “anyone?”
Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!
🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees
🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance
🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes
🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely
🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room
💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise
⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence
🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears
⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore
🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away
🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends
🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting
⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way
🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants
🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles
🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away
🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it
🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring
🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water
🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history
💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt
🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home
🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere
👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead
❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering
🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence
🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again
☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood
☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring
🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red
💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it
🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods
Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.
"Stop changing the channel, you jerk!"
“You’re not even watching!” Came the annoyed retort as Marya glared at the other end of the couch, books laid out on the table before them, papers spread out beside them.
It was finals week. That much Masha was AWARE of.
But how she had ended up watching absurdly late night television with Hélène, of all people, remained a mystery. Still, Marya supposed there were worse things she could be doing at- she checked her phone- two thirty in the morning.
Wait. What was Hélène doing in her dorm again, other than eating sugary snacks and grumbling about the choice of tv channels? Marya didn’t remember and was by now too tired to ask. Time always seemed to work differently during finals week and she figured she could let Hélène stay for a while longer.
come be fluffy and/or cuddly with masha!