it's tricky.

An independent Laura Hollis rp account from Carmilla: The webseries. Est. 2014 | written by Jackie.

[frankarnstein]

“Let us look again for a moment; it is the last time, perhaps, I shall see the moonlight with you.”

— Carmilla in the novella (LeFanu)

[sleuthllis]

goodness, the joy I felt upon remembering the password to this dear lil account 🖤

[sleuthllis]

“ will you ever forgive me? ”

     She frowned, concerned, baffled. “Do you even need to ask?” Forgiveness was a tricky concept that Laura wasn’t always so adept at conveying, her stubborn nature making it all too easy to hold a grudge, but with Carmilla…

“Always.” 

[sleuthllis]

“  prepare  to  die.  ”

         “Ha, ha, very funny.”

     There’s pause, just for a second, but the hesitation is noticeable. Bunny would never actually fatally wound her…right? 

[sleuthllis]

“  i  died  that  day.  ”

     “Died, huh?”

     Tearing a corner from her steno pad, because steno pads are much more on theme for an aspiring reporter and details like that totally matter, she wads it up into a small projectile and flings it towards her twin. “I dunno Bun, you look pretty alive to me. Very corporeal.”

[leneemusing]

⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

“  you  mock  my  pain!  ”  “  life  is  pain.  ” “  he’s  only  mostly  dead.  ” “  i’m on  the  brute  squad.  ” “  you  are  the  brute  squad.  ” “  prepare  to  die.  ” “  we’ll  never  survive.  ” “  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ” “  who  are  you?  ” “  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” “  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” “  i’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to  understand,  you  warthog  faced  buffoon.  ” “  that  may  be  the  first  time  in  my  life  a  man  dared  insult  me.  ” “  drop.  your.  sword.  ” “  shut  up!!  ”   “  you’ve  made  your  decision  then?  ” “  i  bet  my  life  on  it!  ” “  truly,  you  have  dizzying  intellect.  ” “  you’re  just  stalling  now.  ” “  you  guessed  wrong.  ” “  enough  of  that.  ”  “  surrender.  ” “  you  mean  you  wish  to  surrender  to  me?  very  well,  i  accept.  ” “  i  hate  waiting.  ” “  morons.  ” “  you  are  wonderful.  ” “  you  seem  a  decent  fellow,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” “  because  i  know  something  you  don’t  know.  ” “  goodnight.  good  work.  i’ll  most  likely  kill  you  in  the  morning.  ” “  oh,  there’s  something  i  ought  to  tell  you.  ” “  think  it’ll  work?  ” “  it  would  take  miracle.  ” “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” “  this  is  true  love,  you  think  this  happens  every  day?  ” “  death  cannot  stop  true  love.  ” “  i  died  that  day.  ” “  we  may  as  well  die  here.  ” “  he’s  dead.  he  can’t  talk.  ”   “  as  you  wish.  ”   “  why  didn’t  you  wait  for  me?  ”   “  you  can  die  slowly,  cut  into  a  thousand  pieces.  ” “  you  killed  my  love.  ” “  it’s  possible. i  kill  a  lot  of  people.  ”   “  yes,  you’re  very  smart.  shut  up.  ”   “  you’ve  been  mostly-dead  all  day.  ”  “  inconceivable!!  ”  “  let  me  explain.  ”   “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” “  what  hideous  sin  have  you  committed  lately?  ” “  will  you  ever  forgive  me?  ” “  there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours.  ”  

[sleuthllis]

re-watching the series and contemplating 🤔...  ...I’ve missed this.

[sleuthllis]

enigmaticxcarm:

❛ I have no idea what you’re talking about. ❜ Truthfully, she didn’t, sure she was a master at getting exactly the information she needed out of someone ( by using threats and often helping them talk by being a little too overly intimidating towards them); with Laura however whenever she seemed to refuse to share whatever seemed to be bothering her with her, often sweet words and caring gestures seemed to help her. Thank god it did. Her mind was too pretty to handle everything all on its own after all. At her words, she nods, thumb running against the back of her hand as she never moves her eyes away from her. ❛ Lead the way, Cupcake. ❜

        “Well...I’m on to you Karnstein.” Sincere, dark eyes bore through skeptical defenses and the anxiety that had been brewing deep within Laura’s stomach all evening surged. There was not a trace of mischievousness or amusement in Carmilla’s gaze, only gentle concern; so focused on trying to ramble her way out of an explanation, she’d apparently forgotten just who it was she was yammering to. The bond between them, the trust...what a fool she was, working to shut Carmilla out. With a defeated sigh, she started towards the door, her very human grip squeezing perhaps a bit too tightly on vampiric fingers. “Lets just hope it’s still in the basement.”

[sleuthllis]

enigmaticxcarm:

❛ I am not doing anything, creampuff. I am just asking questions   I need answers to. ❜ With the way she was acting, it only made   her believe she was right about her hiding something; the typical   behavior was there, from babbling too much, to avoiding the subject   like the plague, to attempting to look calm and collected when she was    an utter mess instead. Dark eyes gazed warmly into her own, her hand  carefully placing over Laura’s, in an attempt to calm her racing mind.  ❛  Hey – Come on. When has that ever stopped me from helping? We’ve been    through far more complicated things than this. Just talk to me.  ❜

       “Oh no, I know what this is. Using your womanly wiles to pry the details out of me.” There was a reason Carmilla was utilized in countless nefarious schemes throughout her prolonged lifespan; with her sweet sentences and tender caresses, she was a charming predator, an irresistible danger. However resistant Laura liked to think herself, she wasn’t truly immune, not in the slightest. One calm touch to her quivering hand and she was quickly and soundly defeated, only just resisting the urge to seek more comforting contact. “Fine. Come with me.”

[cantcontrolthegay-deactivated20]

[wlwrphelp]

“…You are, I think, an evening star, of all the stars, the fairest…”

— Sappho, from ‘Fragments’

[sleuthllis]

runawaybun:

“Laura! Hey,” They’re relieved that their twin answered the phone for them but in their head, they curse as soon as they recognized the drowsy and fatigue drawl of her voice dripping through the receiver. “I’ll cut to the chase,” They start with a sigh, knowing that there was no time to play games at the moment. Laura wasn’t in the mood to hear it and they had no time to waste. “I didn’t do anything. For once.”

They hope Laura believes them since they barely even believe themself as they hear it come out of their mouth. They’re always the cause of some kind of reckless behavior. Their father and sister are used to getting calls from the police or other figures of authority throughout their life. It’s practically routine. But, it was always little, petty rebellious acts. Though this time around… “They’re accusing me of murder.”

         Given their track record, Laura had every right to brush off her sibling’s claim to innocence; trouble followed Bunny where ever they wandered, like a faithful companion that never strayed too far from its beloved master’s side. This wasn’t the first time she’d been contacted from the local Sheriff station’s office and it wouldn’t last, there was absolutely no reason to believe they were undeserving of punishment. But past experiences didn’t matter, nor did any sort of evidence indicating guilt. If they said they didn’t do it, that was that; it might not always be obvious but the trust between them was unbreakable. “Okay you didn’t do it, you didn’t murder — wait, what?”

     Concerned, confused, and extremely panicked, Laura tumbled off the bed, landing harshly onto cold hardwood. “Sorry, I must’ve miss heard you. Still sleepy, y’know? What were you saying?”

[sleuthllis]

     Sound obliterated early morning’s tranquility, sharp and cruel. Even with a thick barrier of feathered blankets over head the ringing pierced right through, assaulting groggy senses mercilessly. Just a little longer...only a few more rings and she’d be free to drift back into unconsciousness, to avoid stressful realities for just a little while longer...

     A weird guilt bubbled into existence, pestering Laura’s addled mind as relentlessly as the shrill ringing. Untangling lazy limbs from warm sheets, she reached clumsily towards the nightstand, grumbling all the while,  “Whoever it is better be dying.” Tapping the ‘accept’ button with more force than entirely necessary, Laura was immediately greeted by an all too familiar, blase voice. “Gee, lucky me! So. What did you do this time?”

@runawaybun​ | continued

[asoftersilas]

[sleuthllis]

“ don’t run ”

@theuselesscarmilla | meme status: OPEN            

     There were many scenarios in which running away seemed the most reasonable course of action. That said, Laura was rarely reasonable and much too stubborn to ever consider retreating towards easy comfort. Breath heavy, sandy swaths of hair windswept and wild, she hesitated just long enough to glance backwards, back towards safety, her home. Carmilla. 

     “I have to. You know I have to.”

[damnthosewords]

[sleuthllis]

damnthosewords:

My father is a raging paranoid. You think he sends me day-of-the-week bear spray, but didn’t sign me up for Krav Maga at age eight?

[onlyrpmemes]

     It is perfectly acceptable to just write a starter for me at any time.