The monster under your bed

Nora Pine ; 27 ; Bugbear ; Artist ; Owner of Wall Space; do you have a pamphlet? {always open for plots!}{closed rp account for touch of strange. gifs, pictures and videos are not mine unless stated otherwise.}

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Everything chronologically underneath this post is from old Nora Pine. It’s New Nora Now. New Nora. Fresh in town. Everything below is history today is herstory. 

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“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

- daphne du maurier

There are memories that linger, that are triggered by a smell, sound or sight. That just take complete control of the emotions, but how come they are never the good ones? How come it is never the overwhelmingly happy moments that stop a person's heart to dance with them one more time in a moment of pure bliss. So real that it is almost as if they never left. As if that moment was still consuming the present, and it would never end. But it's never those good memories. It's never the ones that are wanted.

"I am fear."

It started with hoof beats. The sound of hooves no longer bring in the memory, a lucky thing with Barnabas always so near. The smell of blood, salty and tasting of iron, no longer pulls the memory forward, but the time, no matter how fleeting, always manages to pull the memory to the present and slap it against her face and scream at her just like she had the night he first appeared.

"I am fear."

She could keep telling herself that as much as she wanted, trying to grab the words that were once a truth and reapply them to a bandage that had been ripped off as harshly as her friend's head had been crushed in by a sword. Or the sword that had made its way into her own flesh, leaving a scar. The same scar that was now covered in a portrait of the offender, drawn on in black ink that stands out against the cold white of her flesh.

"I am fear."

A mantra. A belief she's held since she was a teenager and turning into the bear for the first time. The first time she had been scared turned out to be nothing on the second, as she watched sure that her friends were going to die trying to save her life. Friends that disappeared anyway. Into time. Into space. Into Ashkent and it's ever gaping maw that snatched up anything it could as soon as it became loose.

"I am fear."

So why did shivers roll down her spine, and sweat soak into her sheets in the middle of October nights at the thought of laying helpless? At the thought of watching her friends almost die and all she could do was stand there because the dullahan feared no bear and it left her useless and without purpose. If she was fear why did her favorite holiday turn into a reminder of the worst night of her life. Why did it control her? Why did it leave her struggling with emotions she couldn't control, that contorted her face into anguish, and cause tears to cascade from eyes that were only meant for seeing?

"I am fear."

"Go to bed."

"I am fear, Munch."

"Not tonight you're not."

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bribescribe‌:

[pm] Vegetarians do exist. I can introduce you to some. Like a blind date. Would you enjoy dating a vegetarian? Nothing was funny about those clothes they put us in. A tragedy.

Is it possible for you to make a guidebook? A guidebook for understanding Nora? I am having trouble doing so.

Who the hell is Rebec  Thank you for taking the time to type up what we both are aware of. Your definition of funny alarms me. No. I never piss anyone off, everyone always loves me. I am very loveable. 

WHAT

I DON’T THINK I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND GIVEN WHAT YOU JUST SAID

Unfortunately, for us both I only deal with words. Do consider making that guidebook; instruction manual, perhaps. But this is no children’s cartoon, the power of friendship won’t get us through anything. It won’t simply be “okay” because we have friends.

[pm] I guess I would like to meet one. I wouldn’t want to date one, I think meat is very important and I would like to have that in common with my significant other. Do you date a vegetarian? They were comfortable. lots of pockets.

Sure. Art. Animals. Screams. Friends. That’s about it. 

Sometimes it is good to go over the basics. So we can make sure we are all on the same page. Understanding. Plus someone might have thought of something new. I’m trying to help. I am trying to solve this. It doesn’t sound like you never piss anyone off or that you are loveable. You’ve been trying to convince me vegetarians are real for a very long time.

Friendship won’t get you through it, but it will provide people who will help. Who see the world differently. Who are there to support you when you can’t support yourself. Friendship is important, and if you can’t manage that in Ashkent Creek you will die young. 

Okay. I’ll fix this by myself. 

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How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see?

For eternity.

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Someday you will ache like I ache.

Nice!

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what’s your favorite accent and why?

Silence. 

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How many blankets do you sleep with?

Four not including the nesting ones. 

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[pm] oh sure! I would love to go feed off of them. I’m always hungry.

What is their worst fears?

[pm] [user attaches the address of his parents]

You know, that didn’t come up much at the dinner table. Probably me dying or something. My dad has also been afraid of sharks since Jaws and that’s why I’ve never been to an aquarium. So, feel free to use that too.

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[pm] Thanks. I look forward to eating your parents.

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norapinepaints replied to your post: [pm] I’m sorry I’ve been going around telling…

[pm] Your parents must really love bugbears and maras if they support you feeding them. That’s nice.

[pm] What in the goddamn is a mara?

Yeah, I could give you their address. They’d probably love a chance to help you guys out.

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[pm] oh sure! I would love to go feed off of them. I'm always hungry.

What is their worst fears?

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norapinepaints‌:

[pm] Oh. I would think that things that taste good all are good things to talk about.

Oh. [user looks back at the ghost reading over her shoulders] Okay. That’s good.

[pm] Not if they’re another human?? Or person or whatever. That feels very objectifying. Or something. 

Yeah. I mean, it’s not like it would be horrible if it got out I just… need to be on my own terms. For reasons. 

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[pm]I eat off of other people. Is it wrong for me to say that their fear is delicious. I should write Eddie an apology note.

What reasons?

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[pm] Why do they hate themselves? My jokes aren’t verbal. I’m not good with words. Talking hard. You’ll know if you see one. 

Yes. It is important to pick sweaters that best represent everyone so they are the happiest they can be. 

Oh. I was hoping it was just a prank. Illusion. Whatever that thing that ate them was, it smelt undead. I can’t place the smell of the location. It was too deep down. I guess I should just start walking around and hope I smell something right. 

Oh. Have you been in Ashkent long? Everything here is gruesome. One time there were vines everywhere that ate people who touched them. 

[pm] There a many reasons to be vegetarian. Including but not limited to: religion, environmental concern, being unable to eat iron-rich foods. Will I? Will I know? Like a pie in the face? I’d like to see a joke sometime soon though.

So….considerate of you. Not only do you give your friends free meat for happiness but also sweaters? You’re certainly a treasure.

If it’s undead that narrows the list a bit. Uh, have fun walking around and smelling the air? I don’t want to know what Ashkent smells like to a bugbear.

Not too long! But there’s a great difference between reading about things and actually seeing them. I’m sorry, vines did what? Is nothing in this town safe? Next the meat will start eating people and not even meat will be sacred. 

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Of course vegetarians don’t exist. No one hates themselves that much. Meat is for eats. Hear a joke? I don’t think you want that. My jokes aren’t verbal. I’ll have to show you. The kidnapping would have been a funny joke. If people hadn’t died. That wasn’t funny.

Of course I picked out a sweater for everyone. I can’t expect people to be able to afford sweaters for my part on my whim. Plus it’s cold.

Oh. Okay. So we know there is magic. Magic is bad. Magic brought back the liberator who killed people. But not all magic because I use magic, I think. Rebecca used magic to exorcize ghosts. I think that’s magic. I don’t get magic, moving on. We know there is a humanoid that eats people and smells undead. Ghoul, vampire, or something new. We know it was real. Shame. It would have been a really funny prank. Have you pissed someone off recently?

One time I saw a giant bird rip a child apart. Also the headless horseman dumped a bucket of blood on me and tried to kill all my friends and stabbed me through my leg.

[new pm] I’m sorry. I’m using my words wrong. I’m not good at words. I’m trying to say if you have the right people with you, friends, it’ll be okay. If you have friends who will help, you will be safe. One time everyone was transported to the realm of the dead and hell hounds ripped the living apart. Another time people were replaced here from an alternative reality, including some of the monsters.

I’m your friend.

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drloren‌:

No as in my friend can never be cool and funny or no as in you don’t know? Either way this is a very unhelpful answer and I was told that the internet was a helpful place!

Just no.

Unhelpful? Welcome to Ashkent Creek.

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Does anyone know how to be cool and funny and sexy and like really popular? Asking for a friend. Not me. A friend.

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No. 

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rezathevamp‌:

[pm] That’s what I’m starting to learn, yeah.

Huh… punny…

Nora It’s not the same with fear and blood and I feel really weird talking about this. 

Well, Noah can’t see those so I don’t think there were any present. At least none we could see. 

[pm] Oh. I would think that things that taste good all are good things to talk about.

Oh. [user looks back at the ghost reading over her shoulders] Okay. That’s good.

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bribescribe‌:

[pm] Then you truly think vegetarians don’t exist? I’m afraid I have some news. they do. And for the sake of satiating my curiosity; can I hear a joke?

You personally picked out a sweater for each attendee? That’s…surprisingly sweet of you, Nora.

Magic confirmed that the blood on my clothes was real, so it’s safe to say those people are actually dead. And no. They haven’t. I’m either running in circles or there’s something blocking my spells. 

No, it was not. But I’ve never seen something so….gruesome. I’m a little shaken, actually. I can’t sleep ri

[pm] Why do they hate themselves? My jokes aren’t verbal. I’m not good with words. Talking hard. You’ll know if you see one. 

Yes. It is important to pick sweaters that best represent everyone so they are the happiest they can be. 

Oh. I was hoping it was just a prank. Illusion. Whatever that thing that ate them was, it smelt undead. I can’t place the smell of the location. It was too deep down. I guess I should just start walking around and hope I smell something right. 

Oh. Have you been in Ashkent long? Everything here is gruesome. One time there were vines everywhere that ate people who touched them. 

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rezathevamp‌: 

[pm] I don’t think open communication could have prevented that kiss Weirdly enough, that is the tactic I’m trying out currently. I’ll let you know how it works. 

Title of your autobiography?

So fucking Nope That feels like a weird thing to talk about. Right? 

Eddie said he wouldn’t tell anyone?

[pm] Good. People don't talk enough.

No, the title of my biography is Bearly an Artist.

I don't know. I thought he tasted good. Nothing great, but very satisfying.

Ghosts have eyes too.

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rezathevamp‌:

[pm] Just something nice and drama free.

Top of the food chain. 

Yeah, I know. We talked about it. I think I even convinced him to come wearing eyeliner. But he’s really nice, for sure. Even after I bit him a while back. 

[new pm] Which you’re not going to tell anyone about. Please.

[pm] Drama stops with open communication. It might cause more to begin with but when it clears up, and things saty open you achieve.

Like a christmas angel of fear. 

Did he taste good?

[pm] It’s not me you have to worry about talking.