DEAD GIRL WALKING

indi. private. selective. horror muses highly triggering

[hotgrrlbummer]

[ndiecity-deactivated20241101]

didnt you die

That was weeks ago dude. Things change

[metagnostic-deactivated20200809]

while you were hitting the juul, going to college, having casual sex, driving your car, and eating takeout food, i died horribly under mysterious circumstances in a national park. and my body was never found again

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                “oh, of course not. no, you screaming from rage now. don’t you, little poltergeist?” fingers run through wild curls, raising an eyebrow at the other. he didn’t love to push the buttons of others, even if he enjoyed their company. don’t take it personally, letha! it’s probably because he enjoys your company that he teases you! even if it does seem relentless and uncalled for! “oh, it’s a good time! the music? superb! the environment? even better! though, it gets a little much for me on occasion. to be away from the forest,” a small smile. he wasn’t going to tell her that iron had weakened his powers. no, he wouldn’t want to seem vulnerable now! 

              a lip lifts in a sneer, but she manages to stamp down on the urge to growl at him. very barely manages to keep it contained, because any reaction is more than she should give him. “being perpetually pissed off is kind of an important part of the whole angry spirit ordeal. super necessary to continued existence on this plane,” her hands wave around them, head tipped at him with a faint frown. she likes you! doesn’t even lose form, can’t be that upset! or, she’s better at hiding it. “i like the forest. and the swamp. better than the city most of the time, but there’s nothing quite like that pure, negative energy you get when a bunch of humans get together.”

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                    “but doesn’t it still fit you? do you not remember where you come from?” a mischievous grin appearing on his features as his thumb seems to drag across his bottom lip. an eyebrow raises in question before his attention seems to be drawn to something else. “and you mean to tell me that horrible things do not happen on the french quarter? whilst the quarter is full of fun and activities, it’s also full of despair and terror.” a snicker leaves him. “a perfect playground for chaos.” a grunt leaves him, a wave of his hand. “but i can only stay there for so long.” cities tend to make him weak due to high iron. 

          “i’m... not the same girl who died, screaming and cryin’ on a farm in the bayou. where i come from ain’t the same place it is now.” her head shakes slowly, shifting slightly before her gaze comes back to him. lips curl slowly, shoulders lifting slightly as she considers. “ain’t never said that. it’s a whole different sort of terror and despair. but,” she grins, slowly, nodding as she does. “it’s a whole mess of chaos and pain. gluttony knows no bounds in a city so easily corrupted.” her head tips back, licking her lips slowly. “i can’t imagine the fae like those kinds of spaces for an extended stay. too much...” shoulders lift again, not entirely sure too much of what, but the city is overwhelming many times, and she can’t imagine staying too long.

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

               “i am not wrong, am i not? you are from the swamp,” a smirk, one that could be considered flirtatious spreading across his features. “of course, i call you maiden as a compliment,” a hand comes up to flatten out any wrinkles that may have appeared on the front of his brightly colored button down. an eyebrow raises at the other, curiouser and curiouser. letha was a very interesting creature, to say the least. kept him entertained. it was certainly a shame the poltergeist had no interest in going to the shadowlands with him. a shame! “they’re usually too drunk to fully understand what they are listening to and tend to just dance. whatever. i enjoy a good dance,” a content hum leaves him, head tilting to the side. “and what does the bayou have to offer?” other than nature. the fae usually stayed on the outskirts of new orleans by the bayou. 

              “i mean, maiden might’ve been more accurate a hundred odd years ago, but the swamp is my home, through and through.” hazy, dark eyes track him, shoulders lifting a little as she does. fingers snap idly, producing flame before curling to extinguish it without thinking about it. habit, honestly. casual presence as she looks up to brock curiously. she’d rather not find out first hand if a spirit gets shredded stepping across the barrier between the lands of humans and fae. she’s heard stories. “dance is nice. chaos is usually a little better for the who feeding upon negative energy, but,” she shrugs lightly, lips curling in a smile to lean forward a little. “bayou has life an’ death. gators an’ real moonshine. ain’t no place to see the stars like that without all the lights and shit from modern technology.” 

[monsterfuckerx]

                                         bold of you to assume my body will be found

summed by Tiger

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

               it’s funny how things work. how growing up, living life ( and in letha’s case, dying ) could really change a person. you go from a naive child to a hardened adult. usually, anyways. brock had met many daydreamer maidens in the meadow and forest many times in his day. people who didn’t heed the warning of fae. they were what gave him something to do! something to play with! the lot of them were still stuck in faerieland. “ah, yes. you were some kind of swamp maiden in your time,” a grin spreads across his features. “i’m sure you can show the tourists how to really dance to jazz, correct?” an eyebrow raises. “i don’t particularly stray far from the french quarter but you might.”

                a startled laugh escapes the poltergeist at his words, thoughts of home changing as she snorts a little. “swamp maiden, that’s a new one, darlin’. i think i like it,” her nose wrinkles at him easily as her head shakes a little. It’s easy to drop the thoughts of home and her parents and all the bad things that had happened in the swamp. fucking xaphan. a snort pulls from her lightly, head tipped back a little as she laughs. “i do love good ol’ fashioned jazz. fucking tourists who don’t know anything about jazz, but it’s alright. they can learn. or, you know, they can casually burn.” she shrugs lightly, rubbing a hand through her hair. “i love the french quarter, but bayou princess to my soul.”

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

              faeries didn’t like lying. it wasn’t in there character! they certainly also expected the same amount of respect. if caught in a lie, well—…a fae would just feel betrayed! a betrayed fae was more dangerous than any other fae, in all honesty. wasn’t something you wanted to deal with. “new orleans is a fun place. i frequent there often,” mainly because he was posing as a nomadic musician. new orleans was the place to go in order to play music at a lot of different venues. not to mention that it was quite fun to party all night. a lot of the bars didn’t close at all. 

            as a child, lying had always been something letha avoided at all costs. it never ended well, and she’d never been any good at it. leila had, at one time, but even after death, there’s only one steady lie letha’s told. “i like the art scene. makes the accent get real strong, too.” the slow drawl she’s grown up with doesn’t stand out, and she’s got no reason to tone it down to stay below a radar of any kind. “m’i gonna see ya’ performin’ out near the bayou? all sorts o’dark deeds and mortal sins.”

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                internally, he’s mischievously grinning. all teeth. though, he doesn’t show that on the outside. no, he wasn’t a liar but he knew to twist the truth enough. so, he wouldn’t show how he was truly feeling. it wasn’t a lie, was it? of course not. he didn’t have a lying bone in his body! now, manipulative and cunning? he had plenty of those. that was for sure. “i wouldn’t know,” it’s not a complete lie. fae don’t really feel like that. always the loved, never the lover. though, he did have someone he thought very highly of. he would never speak of her, though. “oh? and what’s on the improved poltergeist agenda?” 

                 weight shifts on her feet, dark eyes considering him slowly. no matter how myths and stories about the fae might have varied, one thing was always true; don’t trust them. lying is rarely the most successful way to manipulate and deceive and faeries didn’t need to lie to play everyone around them. “it’s bullshit. not worth the trouble it’ll cause ya,” shoulders lift slightly, hands coming to press at her lower back, head tipped back at the question instead. xaphan was xaphan; pain and trouble and heartbreak rolled up into a pretty package. “dunno for sure just yet. might go back to france or something. new orleans.”

[monsterfuckerx]

                                         bold of you to assume my body will be found

summed by Tiger

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                  ah, yes. he remembers that time period. the eighteen hundreds. always a messy, messy time. he will give it to letha, she had grown to blend into the time period that was now. even as a fucking ghost. funny how things worked. head tilts to the side, his expression almost bored as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants, raising an eyebrow. a sad case, really. though, he was starting to not feel so bad for her. perhaps she had done this all to herself. “following around a demon that doesn’t want to give you the time of day instead of enjoying the world. sad, really. a pity,” 

               words make her flinch a little, form wavering before she can stop it, bristling anger itching under her skin. her expression schools slightly, shoulders rolling in mock confidence as fingers push through dark hair to shrug. “love does stupid shit to people.” the fact that she still loved him just made it all bubble over into rage and the vicious cycle began again. or, it had. she’d determined not to this time. her head shakes, hands shoving into the pockets of shorts to rock on her feet. “no longer. letha ott, new an’ improved poltergeist. not chasin’ demons or wayward twins. fuck it.”

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                  he’ll roll his eyes at the mention of an irish preacher. he probably even knew of the man if she even remembered his name. he did find it fun to tease the overly superstitious. it was always a known thing, especially in that time period, to avoid the fae. even if you didn’t believe in the so called hogwash of it all, people still seemed to avoid fairy circles and lone rocks in a field. he always found it rather funny. “changelings are good fun, letha.” tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth. they were trouble, to say the least. “but did you pay attention?”

           some things are harder to remember about life before xaphan, but she does remember her parents’ superstitions. religious, yes, and most certainly godfearing. but they were superstitious as well, and the preacher had just built upon them. declan something, maybe. she’s fairly sure she’d met a descendant from him at some point. “are they? i always kinda wondered. my daddy tanned my hyde for gettin’ too close to a fairie ring in the swamp when i was seven or eight? never made that mistake again.” hazy eyes widen on him, head tipped a little to frown at him a little. “to the world? probably not as much as i should’ve. but, i’ve got the time to go again.” 

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                 the fae couldn’t help but feel pity for the poltergeist. what a life she must lead! pining over a demon who would never love her and wandering like some drifter. he’ll simply shake his head, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he did so. a few curls escape from behind his ear and he’ll push them back, dark eyes meeting hers once more. “oh, us fae aren’t that bad. especially to those inhuman,” a toothy grin is given with his response, head tilting to the side. “so what is your purpose, poltergeist?”

             pity makes her gaze drift away from him, lips pressed together in a frown. hazy dark eyes drift back to him, kicking a scuffed converse against the ground as she breathes out. “heard all ‘bout the fae growin’ up. irish preacher cam ‘around, tellin’ stories and he’d go on and on about the fae, and especially about twins. changlings, when they didn’t want the human baby. a doppelganger sent to bring misfortune from the womb.” dark brows lift slightly, head tipped. “to live my best life. unlife. whatever. freedom. it ain’t peace, but growin’ up on the farm i never thought i’d see the french quarter let alone France. i might’ve wasted over a century pining over some asshole, but i saw the world while i did it.”

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

                   he stays quiet for quite sometime, just staring at the other with intense eyes. a grunt leaves him finally, a roll of his eyes. he understands the sisters dynamic. how death seemingly pulled them a part. letha held on for dear life but leila wasn’t really there anymore. there wasn’t much hope for leila, to say the least. brock couldn’t argue that, which was why he stayed quiet. a fae couldn’t lie. they could twist words, but lying was not something they could do. “you’re already dead, letha.” eyebrows raise as he states this rather matter of fact. “sorry to tell you this but you are dead as a fuckin’ door nail. basically, you could go to heaven or hell. perhaps even be stuck in faerieland for all eternity,” a grin spreads across his face. “but you choose to be here instead. with the humans.”

          dark eyes stay focused on him, dark and a little hazy before she glances away. yeah, she’s dead and she’s not the same girl who died, but there’d been just enough of letha left to keep her on track. or, apparently enough of her at this point. enough to feel the loss leila didn’t. her response is a hum, examining her names slowly ( dirty, burned, broken, not unusual ). “i don’t want none of that. heaven or hell,” her head shakes, shoulders hitching a little. “an’, y’all make my whole up in flames act look pretty damn tame. pretty sure eternity with the fae just ain’t the life for me. unlife. afterlife. whatever.” a shoulder lifts again, letting out a sigh. “what’s ya’ point? i’ve done more dead than i did alive.”

[hemonemia]

me: *moans “i’ll kill you” during sex*

[monsterfuckerx]

fuckingvictus‌:

               “fer’ the last time, leila! i don’t need protectin’! ya’ crazy fookin’ bird!” the words flow out of his mouth easily, his run turning into a jog. he knows better than anyone he needs to conserve his energy. teeth clench together as shaking hands move into the pockets of his patched up leather jacket, pulling out his cigarettes. perhaps he tried to act for natural, she wouldn’t be inclined to attack him once again. 

                cigarette is placed between his lips, flame tickling the end of it. in his other free hand, a mini water gun filled with holy water. he always at least had a small one on him. it was for comfort reasons. he knew he couldn’t stop xaphan with it. not for long anyways. he’ll stop in his tracks, blowing smoke into the air as he held up the lime green plastic toy. 

                                                    “ya’ know wha’ this is, bitch?” 

               “ain’t gonna stop jus’ because you don’t fuckin’ know any better,” he sounds like letha, the bitch. she let him go. he wouldn’t have such stupid ideas if  he had just stayed where he was. the warehouse was safe, secure. If letha didn’t bring xaphan down there, she could have kept him safe. never mind that she didn’t feed him properly and she’d broken his leg twice just to keep him where he was. she’d been about to do it again, honestly,  before letha let him go. 

        her head jerks as he stops, keeping a short distance away from him. mismatched eyes narrowing on the toy in his hands, hands loose at her sides as she shifts, pacing around him. circling, like a predator. “ain’t nice t’talk t’me like that. only anna keep ya’ safe, trevor.” her gaze studies the toy carefully before lifting to him, head tipped slightly. another crack, and her eyes get clearer for a moment before she shifts, fading.

                   “it looks like a children’s approximation of a gun.” she makes a finger gun at him, mimicking a ‘bang’ motion. “do you want to play, trev? ain’t got time for that, right now, but if ya’ come back with me...”