ARC   (   ₀².   )     𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.     /    m.

    as  this  is  the  main  verse  on  this  blog,       i  wanted  to  finally  make  something  to  solidify  it.         taking  place  post  -  mystery  gang    (   so  post  any  franchise  media  or  otherwise     )      ,      velma   has  left  coolsville       &*       begun  her  own  life    ––––––    working  as  a  private  investigator  with  a  exclusive  penchant  for  paranormal  cases,     velma   balances   this   between  writing  her  second  book     (    a   follow  -  up  to  her  first  one,    GHOSTS  AND  WHERE  TO  FIND  THEM   ,    a  current  bestseller   !!    ).         her  name  is  recognizable,     both  from  her  teenage  years       &*      from  her  current  endeavors       &*      it’s  caught  the  attention   of  a  distant  relative   who  was  placed   in   prison  because   of    those  meddling  kids   !

here  are  some  arc  /  portrayal  notes:

yes,  velma’s  face  is  almost  everywhere.   from  a  successful  book  to  the  mystery  gang,   the  name   VELMA  DINKLEY   is  sure  to  turn  some  heads

the aesthetic on this blog is inspired by clarice starling, my own writing on haunted houses + multiple other media that depicts haunted houses as living organisms. it’s only fitting, to me, that velma’s entire being be compared to a haunted house, as a haunted house is compared to a humanistic organism. there is also some eldritch horror, science fiction, and basic sexy supernatural stuff.

velma’s  full-time  job  is  paranormal investigator, with this bleeding into not paranormal cases –– someone calls and claims to be haunted, turns out it’s a revenge plan of someone they wronged.

Alice Isn’t Dead is a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale.

A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.

This sentence meme could not have been complied without the use of @alicescripts.  

THIS SENTENCE MEME IS NOT SPOILER FREE

part one, chapter three:  nothing to see

“Sorry, ____. You know I can’t resist a bad joke.”

“You used to like that. Maybe you still do.”

“What was that? What the hell was that?” 

“_____, I’m scared.”

“You know that I get scared. It doesn’t stop me from doing what I need to get done, but I’m scared pretty much all the time, just of living, of life, of going on with the day to day.”

“I’m all alone out here.”

“It’s gross, but also kind of interesting.”

“Oh, god, am I being condescending? I am, aren’t I? Shit.”

“I’ll just tell like it happened. That’s what I’ll do.”

“I don’t know what it means…what it means for me, what it means for you. I’ll…Jesus!”

“You miss me?”

“He sounded like he was having fun.”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I mean, where would you even go that I couldn’t follow?”

“People? People won’t help you. There’s not a person in this world who would help you.”

“I could take a big bite of you right now and it would be over. I could devour you.”

“He knew about you. I don’t know what else he knew.”

“I gave up then. I shouldn’t have, but I was out of energy.”

“I’ve been searching for you for so long!”

“If he has to come talk to you, then you’ve been asking the wrong questions.”

“My advice is stop asking the wrong questions.”

“He’s not right.”

“I can’t go home.”

“Home isn’t a place, home was a person.”

“I can’t go home!”

“Oh, man. Listen to me. I sound crazy. Or the world does. The world sounds crazy.”

“I’m not going to stop. I can’t go home, _____. I can only go. I can only go on. And on, and on, and on, until not.”

“They let me off with a warning, I guess.”

velma is a black lesbian. there’s no way around this.

themes on this blog include: southern gothic horror,     existentialism,    the other,    how anxiety penetrates the skin,     the paranormal (obviously),    the act of finding oneself

velma has written four books, each of them extremely detailed accounts of any paranormal account, any unsolved disappearances, etc. her best selling novel is based around the topic of haunted houses, and their existence in the south.  ( there will be a meta on this later)

velma dinkley, age 25, is a prodigy. having run + developed harvard’s paranormal studies branch at 20.

velma still wears glasses, though she prefers contacts nowadays. however, she keeps her pair on her at all times.

i’ve been cultivating unkindness. i’ve been cultivating a lot of things — i’m a fertile field, it turns out — but unkindness is the most interesting.

it is unkind of me to try and play a trick on you.

i can hear everything, warped and distorted but broadcast somehow.

i can’t dig you out; i can’t reach my fingers deep enough inside my own brain, inside my own ribcage.

without you, divorced from even the idea of you, i have no substance, no form.

you are the antithesis that gives me definition.

another tragic love story, who needs that?

tragedy is the point.

do you think you have a monopoly on anger?

i’m not really anything like a person.

i love you and love you and love you, just as i am gone and gone and gone.

i can’t imagine a version of myself that would not love you.

i dream of you. sometimes in my dreams you are singing. sometimes you’re raging at me.

don’t leave me.

i killed someone. i killed someone.

i’ll set myself on fire to give you light.

i don’t want you to be lost. i don’t want you to be stuck. i just want you to be free, and joyous, and buoyant.

i woke up needing you, you artery ripped loose from me, all bloody and twining.

time rattles on its hinges.

i’ve come to barter.

do you think i’m as fickle as a human?

are those matches? what do you think you’re doing?

i do not have time for this. you can be angry at me later, you can scream and rage at me when you’re not in danger anymore.

am i the martyr or are you?

there are other ways to get me to shut up, you know.

i believe you. i always believe you.

you’re always so right. it must be such a burden.

i must hate you, is that it? that’s why i did all this, because i want you gone.

i am with you because i want to be. that’s all.

i will love you like a fire loves a forest.

time has made liars and cheats of us all.

i will make a bullet of my mouth. i will make a knife of my heart.