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I’m slow af but it’s that time of the year && i’m feeling spooky so !! here’s a STARTER CALL for all my horror muses ( all listed under the read more ) !! Please specify which muse you’d like one from, and whom for if you’re also a multimuse <3. Otherwise I’ll probably just throw you a random one or slide into dms to plot !! Though I still may come at you to plot too buhless <3.

be TRUE, be BRAVE,  S T A N D .

“I can’t relax, Harry.” Helena says, and she means that in more ways than one. Herself and Luke haven’t talked about the conversation they had before he decide to avoid her for five days, about whether or not they’re still going to be getting married. He hasn’t asked for the ring back, but she knows that’s not a guarantee. Thanks to their new unwanted leadership, everything that made this place work has been turned on its head. 

“Because it’s December, and it’s going to start snowing soon enough. And you and Lexie need to make a decision about what’s going to happen. I know how you feel about the housing rule, you’ve made that perfectly clear, but are you really going to make everyone go back to fending for themselves so close to winter?” Harry and Lexie don’t know this, and she’s not going to tell them, but Helena has already told those staying with her, covertly and quietly of course-that if they don’t want to leave her place, they don’t have to. And so far no one has. 

At his question, however, she resists the urge to sigh. “That they found fish, and animals, and land, Harry. That we were wrong in thinking that there’s nothing out there. Maybe if we get far enough into the woods, we’ll find other people. Did you think about that?” Or did you only think about yourself, as usual?

                     “Well clearly you need to — besides, it’s not your fucking JOB to worry.” While it hadn’t exactly been stated out loud, it was pretty obvious who was included in Campbell’s their PLAN. The two of them, begrudgingly Lexie, && the guard — && that plan sure as fuck didn’t include their girlfriends, especially Helena. Yes, yes he knew all that — a Connecticut winter wasn’t ever exactly  l i g h t  , even with global warming. Not to mention the probablity of more than one storm — maybe snow was worse in New Ham, after all it’s not like you can predict the weather of a place you don’t have coordinates for.

          “Well Helena,” fuck he was tired,  d r a i n e d  — the facade was wearing thin, but not thin enough. “If they didn’t fucking take && hog shit that didn’t ever belong to them in the first place, then maybe there wouldn’t be any fending.” Selfish ?? Yes — but everything in that house was at one point rightfully his. Despite what many might say, the Binghams had worked hard for their success. && sure, Harry was brought up in LUCK because of it, but he had put in  b l o o d  for its success too — or at least he would have when the time came for it to be his. Now it might never. Unsaid however was his anxiety, his paranoia over his home  t u r n i n g  over. How now that it was almost unrecognizable his mother, his sister could never come home ; a superposition of IMPOSSIBILITY.

ARIES:   bonfires,   competitiveness,   hand veins,   loud laughs,  messy hair, sneaking out at 2am,  abandoned beaches,   stray dogs,   candle lights,   body language,  creaking floorboards,   ouija boards,   having no regrets,   karaoke nights out.

TAURUS:   house plants, oversized sweaters,   soft hands,   fuzzy socks,   visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock,   the color yellow,   vanilla-scented candles,  aloe vera,  fruit smoothies,   baking cookies,  the mom friend,   loves the ukulele.

GEMINI:   femme fatale movies,  in love with female villains,  sharp eyeliner,  quick-witted,   does things out of spite,   do no harm but take no shit,   in love with dogs,  probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it,   easily excited,   ripped jeans.

CANCER:   mermaids,  easily infatuated by love,  smelling flowers,  picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past,   impressed easily,  daydreaming in class,   plucking fresh fruit,   loves fashion,   would die for their friends.

LEO:   confident in what they do,   kill them with kindness,   high ponytails,   probably wants to visit paris once,   not afraid to tell the truth,   in love with cute animals,   the one to lift others up,   good at teamwork,   the warm feeling of summer,   dragons.

VIRGO:   pastel markers,  the smell of lavender,   has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized,  scrunchies,  neat notes,   loves going to museums,  probably into photography,   neutral colors,   handwritten letters,    stardust.

LIBRA:   soft blankets,   cuddling the ones you love,  always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic,   can be very distant,   can be a little dramatic,   pretty hair,  dresses nicely,  tries to be popular on social media,   optimistic,   humorous.

SCORPIO:   cottages in the woods,  in love with greek mythology,   vintage t-shirts,  really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know,   determined,   moonlight,   pretty handwriting,  into the retro aesthetic,  rainy days,   doesn’t judge people,   cats.

SAGITTARIUS:   always ready for an adventure,  street smart,   wants to travel the world someday,   doesn’t easily trust people,   alcohol,   paintbrushes,  can’t sit still,  untied shoelaces,   tangled up earphones,  blasting music at midnight,   eye-gazing.

CAPRICORN:   cold aura,   coffee is what keeps them going,  probably hasn’t slept in two days,   actually a big softie,   high-waisted jeans,   cute pet videos,   small apartments,  has too many notebooks,  often goes to the library,  writing essays.

AQUARIUS:  loves to paint & do any kind of art,   wants to live at the seaside,  knows a lot of random facts,  shares food,  messy notes,   bullshits an entire essay,   graffiti,  has their own distinct style,  wants to live their life like they want to.

PISCES:   old teddy bears,  unsent love letters,  mom-jeans,   loves to sing,   feels at home by the ocean,  writes poetry,  hard-workers,  always up for deep conversations,  probably did the stupid thing,   open curtains,   a soft breeze.

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