nightmare.

морока ( russian ) : darkness, chaos.

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BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between 

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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☠: ( LUNA )

“When one world ends, something else begins,” she declared in a trance, placing a lit cigarette to her lips, speaking to no one in particular, perhaps the nearest person in close enough range to hear her.  She was thinking about Aglæca, this town; the curse that they all knew was upon them all, but no one dared speak of it as such directly. The blood that was forged after the festival had ended was proof of that. Something had cursed them; was it their ringleaders vengeance? Were they cursed even before that? Did the gods despise them all? 

Although the chaos only brought entertainment for her; she also worried for her future, her life, her own skin, and what would become of the town after what had happened, it brought shivers down her spine - it was a WARNING, a warning that this was only the beginning. A curse was nothing new to her, she was always cursed, it followed her wherever she travelled.

FESTIVITY was lost on Katya -- her time spent party crashing and being an all-around menace in her teens had led her to have a certain dislike for such things, though the end of the Spring Festival had certainly been... interesting. Just like everyone else in town, she had been wary of just how it might have happened - simultaneously - to everyone, despite their attendance. 

As she neared the corner of the street, a voice pulled her from her thoughts about the strangeness of the circus town. ‘ Wouldn’t say the WORLD has ended just yet though -- definitely looks to be on its way out though, ’ she nodded, though her eyes lowered to the cigarette in the other’s hand. Reaching into her own pocket instinctively, she flicked the packet open and pulled one out. 

                    ‘ You have a light? ’                               There was certainly a beginning alright -- a beginning of a beautiful friendship with anyone who could lend Katya what she needed to feed her vices. ‘  Aglæca’s going to shit, but that doesn’t mean we have to follow it. ’

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We will be monsters, alone in the world, but we will have each other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via vitanteacta)

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☠: ( NYXXIE )

              Time seemed to slow, the way the echo of the gunshot SCREECHED through the air, slicing through her perpetual silence. She was a marionette on display, dancing in the flimsy wisps of wind, nothing but a doll to this man’s control. She couldn’t fathom describing what happened nor why something within her seemed to just  S H U T   O F F ,   but all Nyxxie knew was that a bullet was spiralling towards her and she had perhaps five milliseconds to react before it pierced it forehead and shot a perfect hole through her brain.

              Her gesture didn’t come physically but in the form of one of her spirit friends, actually one who had reacted PRIOR to the gunshot, something Master Nyx was incapable of processing. Just that slight interference, the momentary possession of the spirit in the man’s body against his will, lowering his aim involuntarily was enough to preemptively alter the bullet’s course, sending it instead to graze through her left shoulder.

              The trajectory wasn’t interfered with again, and the bullet hit its mark, peeling off layers of skin and soaking the top of her shoulder with a pool of blood. Only then did Nyxxie register what was happening, the blackness visibly INHABITING the attacker’s body, and her hand subconsciously raised to clutch at the shoulder now SEARING with pain. 

              Her drugs helped, INTOXICATION helped, but it certainly triggered another memory, a similar bullet piercing another’s skin, this time in the wake of Nyxxie’s own command. She’d selected them, during her kidnapping, to be made victim of death, someone controlling her, forcing her. Threatening torture. She said no. There were tears. Blood. A morbid, twisted game of sorts ?

                                  –   What was HAPPENING ?  –

                                         And then she heard it.

                                                 K A T Y A .

              The other’s voice lulled her back to reality and she realized, at some point in time, she’d collapsed to the ground, heaving. Now she stood, beads of sweat clinging to her brow, wobbling as she glanced once at the man driven apparently to psychosis behind them, and hobbled towards her friend in a half-hearted sprint.

              ❝       I’m tryin’ !     ❞   She whined, reaching out to clasp Katya’s hand in her own, desperate to hold onto the blonde with whatever strength she had left.   ❝      Please, Katya,     ❞   pleaded she.  ❝      Take me HOME.    ❞

H O M E. Heaven help her if she failed to get Nyxxie there safe. 

Katya spent just a moment -- the briefest f r a c t i o n of the time she could spare -- considering the options that lay before her. So close to the outskirts, could they risk being caught running into the forests that surrounded them? Aglæca’s management had eyes EVERYWHERE, that she knew, but could they truly punish those who fled in fear of their own lives? The road to town had no significant places to find cover from incoming gunshots, nowhere to rest if her friend’s injury became too much for her to handle. They’d have to do the best they could, whichever path it so happened to take them.

‘ Come on, get up -- you’re gonna make it -- I’m not gonna let you NOT make it. ’ Her hands clutched the keymaster’s with a vice grip; Katya would do everything in her power to keep the other alive -- without Nyxxie, she didn’t know what she’d do. Nyx had been her first friend once she’d arrived in town; something about her darkness had made her comfortable, where all else she had seen here was light. Laughter, excitement -- it had all unsettled her, but in the other’s presence all felt CALM.

                                                     She was not about to LOSE it.

Lifting the other into her arms, Katya was made quite aware of how weak her own physical form was -- she struggled with props in the Haunted House, let alone taking on the weight of another human in her arms. Without complete darkness she could not draw in any more shadows than she already had, unable to absorb their power in order to aid herself. She and Nyxxie were completely ALONE with this psychopath, 

Though her mind tossed between MAIMING the fucker that had harmed her friend and getting the two of them to safety, the Russian’s eyes never left the other’s form. There was something so delicate about Master Nyx, the elusive yet upbeat young woman whose eyes held more secrets than her own -- though she did not remember when nor how she had done it, Katya had VOWED to herself that she would protect her even if it cost her own life.

As far as their assailant was concerned, she hoped that the weight of the darkness that had consumed him would hold long enough for them to at least add a short distance between them. Putting Nyxxie’s non-injured arm over her own shoulder, Katya allowed the adrenaline to carry them both forward into a half-run, semi-dragging the other along towards the woods.

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h a u n t i n g inspiration

          ♕ for the ghost who haunts herself…

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☠: ( BEATRIX )

      —♛ Heeled boot tapping impatiently on the concrete floor, she turned around as soon as she heard footsteps behind her. ❝ There you are, what took you so long? ❞ Beatrix looked at the architecture surrounding her with a distasteful expression. ❝ I don’t like waiting down here. All those eyes on the columns. It’s as if they’re watching me. ❞ The female physically gave herself a shake before turning towards Katya with a mischievous grin, ❝ I brought refreshments. Thought we both needed the heavy liquor. ❞ Holding the bottles of alcohol proudly she sauntered over the blonde, closing the distance between them.

If there was one way to Katya’s dark heart, it was through the very liquid that she swore was keeping her alive. Nothing brought a smile to her face more than the prospect of drinking with a FRIEND -- loneliness was something she had come to detest here in Aglæca. Perhaps she was scared of being lost to the shadows that would eventually consume her, or perhaps she had finally learned that PEOPLE were what made a party.

                                                   ‘ I mean I could always use some heavy liquor -- but you? What’s made the glorious Mrs. Humphrey succumb to the dark side? ’

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☠:  ( sky-reed )

Sky laughed slightly pulling the popcorn back lightly. Nodding slightly she ate a piece herself

“I have to warn you though I’m a vegetarian. Most people don’t mind, but some get angry when the realize their eating tofu.” After all the woman couldn’t really stand thinking about eating another living creature. 

Sky became a little more stoic with the question, more like the doctor she was. After all she took care of most of the mutants on the island, or at least the ones that couldn’t heal themselves.  

“Someone fell off one yes, a few days ago. I’m just checking up on them to make sure they are fine. I just missed them before they got in the ring.” 

At the mention of the terrible, terrible curse word, Katya’s eyes widened for a moment as she stopped chewing on the popcorn that was in her mouth. Truthfully she’d never had any issues with tofu or vegetarianism in general, though it was always more fun to play along as though she did.

                          ‘ Vegetarian? How could I possibly eat something cruelty-free? ’

A smile crossed her features to reassure the other that she simply jested, though her hands neglected to reach for more of the popcorn. One handful would be quite enough. 

‘ One of them fell? ’ Clumsy humans. ‘ Sounds like you actually saw the spotlight for once I guess,’ she nodded, though her eyes were now fixed on catwalk that was barely visible above the stage. Imagine falling from there. ‘ Hope they haven’t given you too much trouble though, seems like people get up to all sorts of shit here that’d require your attention. ’

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[text] did you sleep with her ?!

TEXT MEMES.

[ text: puppet man ] no ???? [ text: puppet man ] who told you that ???[ text: puppet man ] I mean maybe ???[ text: puppet man ] actually probably[ text: puppet man ] sorry, who are we talking about?

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[text]: i want you naked.

TEXT MEMES.

[ text: Мудак ] well isn’t it a shame that ‘I want’ never gets[ text: Мудак ] since when did you ask anyway[ text: Мудак ] it’s much more attractive when you just take what you want

TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: send me pictures

[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU

[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore

[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)

[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore

[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!

[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho

[text]: i love you so fucking much

[text]: i hate you

[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U 

[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you

[text]: i need you. now.

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[text]: last night was so GOOD

[text]: what are you wearing? ;)

[text]: is he bigger than me?

[text]: did you sleep with her ?!

[text]: you’re just a slut

[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!

[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot

[drunk text]: im iss youu

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !

[text]: i want you naked.

[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?

[text]: i want to show you how much i love you

[text]: do you hate me?

[text]: i’m so sorry

[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT

[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..

[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text]: netflix and chill? 

[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss

[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol 

[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)

[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

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already choking on my

p r i d e.

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☠:  ( necromvntic )

           She had a habit of seeing the world in shades of pink, blue, and purple. Violet, mostly, a VIOLENT violet that permeated the lenses of onyx eyes and bled into the landscape with each and every blink. Nyxxie couldn’t remember when it had begun, when all the other hues faded and really, only those stuck, but she didn’t quite MIND, either. Some argued it was a result of the drugs, others that it was her own delusions, forced upon herself. But rarely, especially in this town, did someone manage to penetrate the scope of her vision, with a murky, hazy yellow-ish brown that reminded her of vomit and feces and garbage and everything that was   r e p u g n a n t   in the world.

           But she saw it in HIM, the strange man with a gun too big for his body and a look too stern for ANYBODY to love, one which caused her heart to seize in her chest, and the town’s crazily fearless girl to be struck with terror. Automatically, eyes widened, and her interactions with the undead seemed to dissipate before her very eyes, spirits flickering away with each blink and their voices    DYING    with each breath, she was nearly trembling, fighting back flashes of terror of some memories she couldn’t quite DISCERN. Kidnapped. For three years. The rest was void, blank. Morbid torture every now and then poring through the gaps. 

           Today was one of those days, and even as the man walked towards her  {  And Katya, though at the moment she stood poised, rooted so deeply in spot she forgot everything else existed, for one, fatal moment in time  }, gun aiming at her third eye, Nyxxie could do nothing but wait. This was it. Her FATE. The oracle had spoken, claimed her, hadn’t it ? 

                                   WHY was she  S U B M I T T I N G ?

      ❝      Something’s w-wrong   –      ❞                    She managed to croak out,                    another flash of torture,                    this time a scalpel,                    causing her body to convulse.       ❝     K a t y a …      ❞

GUNSHOT pierced the silence, replacing what was once the mellow sound of trickling water and distant noise of the town that now seemed so far from them. A sound so familiar to the daughter of those who ENGAGED in violent crime day by day -- she had seen her fair share of bullets piercing skin. A childhood full of murder, full of contracts paid in wealth of all kinds, Katya knew exactly when to RUN from the sound that now filled her mind as though the ricochet had entered her own skull.

Blue eyes scanned the scene before her, too slowly to grasp what had just happened -- what was STILL happening. A man ( a stranger ) had appeared within the moments that she had let her guard down, and what good had it done to be comfortable? For the second that had mind had relaxed, the vulnerability of a mortal life fleeing from her, was the exact moment that mortality came into question. Nyxxie’s mortality, that was. 

A FLASH of silver caught the sunlight, blinding her for the second it would have taken her to force herself between the assailant and her friend. Curse the sun, curse every brightness that plagues the earth. Slow, useless, her body stood there in shock -- incorporeal forms already beginning to form around her. The blackness swirled at her feet, begging her to let them take VENGEANCE for the wound that had now left her friend -- HER NYXXIE -- a stuttering mess. 

Concentration dwindled, though with a deep breath and focus on pure PAIN, Katya found herself becoming one with the shadows that now threatened to tear at the man’s sanity. Soft black threads appeared at the end of her fingertips, weaving together into a single tendril darker than any shadow -- it appeared as though a hole within reality, the blackest of all blacks. It danced within the breeze but grew like wildfire, reaching for the mouth that it longed to corrupt. Though the blonde longed to torture, to maim and kill as revenge for the atrocity done to her friend, her control over the tendril was simply not enough while CONCERN remained focused on her friend. In the shortest of seconds, Katya forced the darkness down, forcing her shadows back to the depths of hell they came from.

The black snake burrowed through the man’s body with enough force to render him breathless, darkness ripping through his insides like a knife. Though no PHYSICAL injury could ever come from her shadows, Katya knew the pain of one’s soul being tortured with something so dark.

Her body whirled at the sound of words -- the first real sound since the gunshot -- that now drew her attention. ‘ Nyxxie -- Nyxxie -- can you hear me? We need to leave... we need to r u n . ’

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☠: ( zaidcn )

      & * || DELIRIUM. HE COULD taste it in the air, like the addictive sweetness of the darkness–painting his lips and coating his tongue until it smothered him, choked him, until he could feel nothing else but its sweet embrace. He was no stranger to the euphoric high of the blackness of the dark. It was intoxicating, s e e p i n g into his bones and coursing through his veins until it dragged him under–like a sort of drunk that forced even hard liquor to pale in comparison. The way his lips twisted with mirth was enough to give way to the addiction her DARKNESS only seemed to fuel. It was a c r o o k e d grin full of teeth and menace, biting back a bark of a laugh as her words washed over him. 

       Katya–Katya, Katya, K a t y a. 

       She was a wild one, dripping with power and oozing with the delirious danger only a nightwalker would hold–and it was addicting. Not because of HER. Not, it was how good it felt to b r e a k her down, feel her come undone as pale, milky skin bloomed purple like the petals of a violet. The sound of her voice spilling past bruised lips as he dragged out the most exquisite noises out of her. She was power–and Zaiden enjoyed nothing more than tearing people like her down for his own sick, TWISTED amusement. 

      “I don’t play GAMES, sweetheart.” His drawl oozed with arrogance, as if he hardly even noticed the shadows snaking up his leg like a heavy tendril. A hum escaped him–hushed and hardly audible as ice-blue eyes s l i d shut. Zaiden’s mind was a powerful thing–projecting and feeling through the darkness for her familiar, sick presence. She was just as TWISTED as he, drowned in the black ichor of the devil–but twice as pretty. It was amazing, how her presence seemed to rival his own. A slow breath through his nostrils was all it took for Zaiden to steady himself enough to feel her energy. She manipulated the darkness–but he could manipulate the very t h o u g h t s in her head. The moment his mind wrapped around the euphoric desire clouding the woman’s thoughts, a cold laugh rang out of him.

       She was sinful. Sinful, demonic, and every taste of blasphemy he could ever desired. Sweet, sweet blasphemy–he couldn’t help the gleeful, toothy grin spreading across his face. Blue eyes snapped open, head immediately pivoting to where he KNEW she stood.  “Come closer.” The command lacing through his low, purr-like drawl was strong. Unwavering. P o w e r f u l. “Now.” It was a risky game, he knew; if there was one person on this island outside of his own flesh and blood that stood as his equal, it was h e r. But he was nothing if not a palyer in their game–and all he wanted right now was to tangle tattooed fingers in her pretty blonde locks and bring her to her knees where she BELONGED.

Katya would s i p his lies from a silver goblet -- each one so much SWEETER than the next. The sound of those twisted words made her giddy, another giggle escaping her lacquered lips. ‘ Oh but that’s not quite true, is it? You LOVE games, or at least the ones that end with your hands around my n e c k. ’ Abuse was her foreplay; with each bruise that grew across her body another shock of excitement was born, with each drop of blood that ran across clumsy lips she was truly allowed to feel A L I V E. ‘ Play with me, мудак, play with all of me. ’

Even in the darkness she knew that he could see her SINFUL thoughts clear as day. Projecting them to him on the screen inside her skull was so easy, though the blonde could not get enough of her own delightful sickness solely through her thoughts. As she approached, she allowed a slither of moonlight to illuminate her -- just enough as to allow her silhouette to stand out among the shadows that swirled around her. In the blackness her body looked like a sculpture made of TAR, her movements made fluid through the illusion that carried her.

A single pale hand ran across her neck, slender digits drawing small targets in his favourite spots to DEVOUR. ( oh how she missed his teeth grazing across her skin ! ) Teasing was her forte, PUSHING him to the point of no return until she was once again at the mercy of those terribly talented hands. 

Only for him would she do as she was told -- closing the gap between them, her eyes found the reflection of his within the darkness. Lips parting to swallow the warmth of his breath, she allowed her hand to drop down to her chest, lining the top of her dress with ‘x’s as though daring him to reach for the right spot. Even despite her own wanton desires, Katya would not allow herself to touch him -- such standards were left only for those DESPERATE enough to admit they wanted his corruption.

‘ any other requests, sir? ’

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☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

the salty af munday meme.

Drama has been forced upon me, yes. I was once called out for ‘stealing a headcanon’ and with that post I was made out to be an abusive person as a whole, with no real context as to how or why. Truth be told I was playing the same character as someone else, whose permission I ASKED to post a similar headcanon to theirs since they had posted before I had the chance to write up mine. Apparently that makes me a thief (: Being called out & sent hate by said person’s followers and friends actually gave me enough anxiety to quit indie roleplaying altogether lmfao.

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❥

the salty af munday meme.

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Okay so legit I was the biggest Harry Potter nerd once upon a time and I have so many salty stories about RP’ing within HPRP groups… but honestly??? People have totally ruined basically all Marauders characters for me it’s so fkn ridiculous. 

As for an FC people have ruined for me ??? I guess I can’t look at Nina Dobrev without thinking about the latest incarnation of Katherine being brought to life in writing.

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❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

the salty af munday meme.

less so than usual honestly. about 99% salt 1% sugar. haven’t played enough games to become The Saltiest Fry but I mean… I could go from Pure to Salty AF in like 2 seconds. don’ttestme.