all blood, no guts

i die first in every horror movie, before the innocent boyfriend, the too-curious best friend and the foolhardy pal. death comes blind fast and easy, familiar as the top button of my blouse popping open and suddenly i'm an angel on the cutting room floor, wearing gore, a blank stare, and not much more. OPHELIA KNOX. 19.

[alanachampion]

alana champion

[lnternetuncle-deactivated201504]

[opheliaknox]

[morticiapacini]

why she chose to go back home and bring her sister back with her, she would never know why. but she did. and now she was stuck with a drunk version of herself trying to get her to the hearse car, but her carbon copy was making it difficult. as morty walked behind her sister, she put her phone in her pocket after texting her parents. “turn left, looney toons,” she said. and instead, her sister went right. “your other left.” as soon as elvira did go left, she ran herself right into a tree and morticia gasped, grabbing her twin’s arm to keep her balanced. “vi! jesus christ on a stick…” once they finally made it to the parking lot, tish noticed someone peering into the back of the hearse she she unlocked the passenger side. “there’s not a body back there if that’s what you’re trying to look at,” she said, shutting the door after getting her sister into the seat.

[opheliaknox]

“So it is a hearse!” Clapping her hands together in glee, Ophelia practically skipped to the back of the car, coming to a stop just a few inches shy of the rear. “Honestly? That’s a shame,” she mused, rapping on the glass with the knuckle of her index finger like a child trying to prompt an unwilling zoo animal to do ‘something exciting’. “Would’ve been very Halloween-esque, you know?”

[tyler-jnilsson]

as much as isabella had loved her halloween costume, it was far too formal for this event. by now, she had taken off the tiara comb, pearls, and elbow gloves, her hair now down. the brunette took a sip of her drink and ruffled her fingers through her hair before turning to the person next to her. “ i always forget how freaking hot these things are,” she sighed. “ you’d think a hotel like this could afford air conditioning.” 

[opheliaknox]

“Right,” Ophelia cooed, fingers raking through blonde tresses that hadn’t been brushed in days as she let her gaze aimlessly wander around the room. Head heavy with an almost lethal combination of rum and coke, she slipped a cherry she’d stolen from the drink beside her into her mouth, stripping the fruit from the stem with her teeth and holding up the remains up a second later like a trophy. Her satin slip slid up her thighs as she gracelessly slid down to press her bare feet against the hardwood, and she offered Isabella a hint of a smile. “We should dance, don’t you think?” She asked. “Or we could go streaking. You know, since you’re practically dying of heat stroke.”

[opheliaknox]

@ophe_wan_kanobi: me, bernard’s resident gremlin, entering the party w two blunts in my hand & desperation in my eyes: bonjour, y’all

[opheliaknox]

tcddylawrence:

“God.” Teddy emphasized, hands reaching out to pick up Ophelia before she’d even had a chance to rise to her feet. “You literal freak of nature, can you please not cause a scene just because of my presence?” There was no real heat or anger in his words, just an amused smile on his face as he watched her meander and stumble around, voice loud enough to cause people to glance over. “Why the hell would I want to play Spin the Bottle with you? You’d just rig it somehow, I’d never land on anyone but you the whole game.” Not even bothering to put up a fight when Ophelia pressed her lips against his, he did nothing but chuckle into the chaste peck, immediately pressing the bottle of champagne to his mouth next and taking a large swig. “Fucking drunkard,” Teddy commented when he wrapped an arm around the other’s waist, attempting to keep her upright. “There’s no point little one. The mustache is gone. I bet some horny sorority bitch is eating it as we speak.” Letting out a desolate sigh, Teddy took another swig of champagne before glancing at the blonde in his arms, “Besides I’m not going anywhere until you give me a proper kiss. Who the hell am I anyway your brother? I know you can do better.”

“Oh!” Ophelia exclaimed, cherry-stained mouth dropping open into an ‘o’ as her fingers slid down from the exposed skin at her collarbone to toy with the strap of her satin slip. She’d acquired various costume props throughout the night, adding mismatched pieces (she’d snatched a fedora from a balding man just minutes prior) to the flimsy piece of lingerie she’d strolled in wearing. She looked almost like a child’s plaything, all messy hair and pieces hastily tacked on. “Talk dirtier, will you? I’m running out of late night material. Imagination’s run a bit dry.” Sucking her bottom lip so that it was now held between her teeth, she offered an obnoxiously slow wink before taking a step closer. “You mean why wouldn’t you want to play Spin the Bottle with me, especially if I rigged it. I mean, you’re practically begging now.” Smile slowly creeping across her features like the first spark of a wildfire on a blade of dry grass, she lazily tugged at the collar of his shirt to pull him just a breath short of her mouth. “You’re right,” she said, letting out a light laugh before closing the distance between them. Her hand found the back of his neck as she greedily pulled herself closer, standing up on her tiptoes before catching his bottom lip between her teeth. Releasing after a split second, she leaned in to kiss him once more before falling back onto her heels, eyes still stuck on his. “Would’ve kept going, you know, except I can’t afford for you to get too handsy. I’m not wearing anything under this, and frankly? I can’t think of anyone in here who deserves to see my tits.”

[alanachampion]

fall 2017

[opheliaknox]

tcddylawrence:

“Hello, hooligans, has anyone seen the ‘stache?!” Teddy shouted, unnecessarily, pointing to his obviously smooth face. “Freddie Mercury isn’t Freddie Mercury without the ‘stache, and I’m pretty sure I lost it during spin the bottle. Ugh. I need a drink.” The end of the sentence was more or less Teddy talking to himself, his dramatics at an all time high, which was saying something. Recognizing someone amongst the crowd of people he’d been shouting at, he pointed at them, keeping his pointer finger directed at them the entire time he walked closer, “What’s in the bottle? Can I have a shot? For my pain. Pretty please?” He asked, batting his eyelashes in what he hoped was an endearing way at the other.

“Do..– do my eyes deceive me? Is that the Teddy Lawrence, making his way over here? To moi?” Clutching wildly at her chest like she was the lead in a Spanish soap opera and had just been told her lover was actually her second cousin, Ophelia sunk to her knees, free hand still clasping a freshly opened champagne bottle. “Oh, Teddy!” She shrieked, scrambling back up to her feet once he was within swatting range. “Are you admitting you played Spin the Bottle and didn’t invite me? Bernard’s Gremlin of the Year award winner? Shame!” A huff of a breath left lips painted cherry red, and, either quickly or like a child, she leaned forward to press them against Teddy’s. “There – you’ve paid the price, partner. Now, drink up me hearty! Yo-ho!” Shoving the bottle toward him, she stumbled for approximately seven seconds before regaining her composure, hand firmly clasped on Teddy’s shoulder for support in her hard fought battle against gravity. “Let’s find your moustache, then.”

[opheliaknox]

HELLO! screams at the top of my lungs as i fly into the room at a speed rivaling harry styles in this clip as he is shot into a different dimension. so….thIS is ophelia! she might b my fave character iv ever played bt….. idk ok anyway below the cut r some things abt her n pls dont hesitate to mssg me to plot i am always a heaux fr drama!

was born n raised jst outside of madison, WI in a town called green lake – she spent her childhood frolicking through corn fields n scaring her two younger brothers with stories abt scarecrows who came alive at night

the oldest child. her brothers are called connor and cameron and are identical twins w a taste for wreaking havoc

was sent through catholic school until 9th grade after pleading with her parents to let her transfer to a public high school. they agreed and she hasn’t stepped foot in a church since

once set an entire field on fire trying to light a firework on july 5th, is now a bit of an arsonist

(tw: abuse) uses sexuality as a coping mechanism after experiencing trauma at 10 years old. after a few years of therapy she’s mostly gotten over it bt still channels a lot of her distress into painting n hooking up w ppl

catch her listening to charles manson on a saturday monring with her hair held in place w a pencil, clothes mismatched n wearing a tiara as she does her spring cleaning

has a lot of friends but feels alone most of the time

is just a ghost of a girl in everyone else’s world bt the room feels like it has a hole in it when she leaves

she is the hum in the air the day after a child goes missing, boots stuffed with wilting daisies, a bike left on its side with the front wheel still spinning, the taste of a vanilla coke left in the sun, sundresses, the moment before the first drop on a rollercoaster, the second of silence at the end of a film, paint flecks on white walls, a lightning bug you run after in the heat of summer, an angel hanging from a telephone wire