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You look like her. Those were the words that were nagging at her brain and attempting to pry its way out but instead, she stood beside the slightly shorter girl as they both gazed at the Victorian piece of art before them. “It’s beautiful. The painting, I mean. Though, I’m pretty sure your own art skills shouldn’t be threatened by this if that’s what you’re worried about.” She quipped, finally breaking the silence and hoped that she could prod a smile out of the girl whom she wanted to ease. After all, her brain must be barraged with many things at the sight of the painting, most likely filled with confusion or intrigue she would imagine, at the sight of someone with a face strikingly similar to hers. And she’s sure that just like Casey, she also wanted to find out the story behind this house. Their next ongoing project of HoH.

         Pale fingers traced the harsh gash carved through the aged canvas, the cut so deep, it even scared the wood panel beneath. There was an intensity to the cruel mark, a passion -- whoever (or whatever) did this was obviously angry, full of a certain rage she most certainly did not want to be on the receiving end of.  It was beautiful, however. The painting. Its blend of colors, the attention to detail, the regal vibe so typical of the early Victorian period...if only it weren’t slashed, if only it wasn’t her face, then Ellia might’ve felt the giddiness usually associated with critiquing art instead of bone chilling dread. 

         “The painter was well trained, whoever they were. Not exactly my style, however.” Her curiosity sated, or rather, replaced with nauseating unease, Ellia backed away from the painting and reached for Casey’s hand. “You know, Vienna has some beautiful museums and is only a train ride away...”

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DETAILS

FULL NAME: Ellia H. Henderson OTHER NAMES: N/A OCCUPATION: Illustrator/reluctant ghostbuster.  AGE: 27 GENDER: CisFemale. SEXUALITY: Pansexual. ORIGIN:  Ottawa, Canada. CURRENT LOCATION: Mississauga, Canada. NATIONALITY: Canadian. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English. HEIGHT: 5′3 BODY TYPE: Slim. EYES: Dark brown. TATTOOS: One: a very small, black & white agrimonia stalk just below her shoulder blade. PIERCINGS: Ears. SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram and a very neglected tumblr. SMOKING: No. DRINKING: Regularly, though nothing excessive. DRUGS: No. ATHLETICS: Went swimming once. HOBBIES: Sketching, painting, antique hunting, petting other people’s dogs, napkin origami, heckling referees, and infuriating Jac Murphy. VIRGIN: No. FAVORITE DRINK: Black-eye. FAVORITE FOOD:  Hash browns. FAVORITE MUSIC: Folk/blues, anything alternative. CLOTHING STYLE: Lots of earth tones, lacy and intricate blouses, well worn band tees, jeans. UNDERWEAR TYPE: Whatever is comfortable. Does own a few expensive pieces. 

TAGGED BY: @runawaybun TAGGING: @caseycandoit ( revengeeee )

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a look of sheer confusion crossed the ghost’s face as she looked towards the woman. she seemed frightened, almost. Mircalla never would have reacted that way - would she? Ell took a few steps closer and observed the woman before taking a step back as to show the woman she meant no harm.

“you look just like her - - but you aren’t her - -” the sadness filled her voice as she took another step back, looking forlorn as she thought about her past and being with her long lost love. tugging at something around her neck she gathered a small silver necklace that appeared over a century old, cold to the touch. inside were two small drawings that she had one of her house keepers do ages ago. on one side of the locket was the likeness of ellia - her long lost love, Mircalla Karnstein . The other side held a drawing of herself looking as happy as ever.

“please, what is your name?” she questioned, holding the locket out so ellia could see.

        The tightness in her chest lessened and white knuckles colored, but by no means did Ellia’s unease fade. Maybe there was no reason to fear this spirit – the melancholy now dominating the woman’s fair features seemed earnest and her intentions nonviolent… but past trauma demanded she stay pressed against worn wallpaper, rigid and suspicious.

         “That’s — she’s not me, how did you…?” Flimsy words meant to sound firm. It couldn’t be her, no possible way. The portrait was framed by delicate silver; a locket antique in design, both drawings done in a style rarely seen in this modern era, even the hand presenting the evidence was foreign to this time; this girl, this Mircalla, was an entirely separate being.   

        Ellia met Ell’s gaze for brief moment, barely a blink, before snapping her attention back to the locket, “Ellia.”

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“ ʰᵒʷ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ?   ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ?        ᵐᶦʳᶜᵃˡˡᵃ , ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷ            ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵃʷᵃʸ.”

ˢʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ, ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ˢᵉᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᶜᶦᵉⁿᵗ ᵉˣ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ, ʷᵉˡˡ, ᵈᵉᵃᵈ. ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ.

         “You say that name as if it were mine… Look – you obviously know nothing about me, I know nothing of you, why not keep it that way?“

         Her expression was fierce, but her words were shaky. For every step the apparition took forwards, Ellia took a blind step back until open air was repalced with a very solid, if not slightly delapidated, wall. She was trapped.         

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“ ʸ ᵒ ᵘ  ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ  !  ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ʷᵃʸ .”

ᵃ ˢᶦᵐᵖˡᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶦᵈᵉⁿᵗᶦᵗʸ. ᵉˡˡ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ˢʰᵉ, ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ, ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᶠʳᵒᶻᵉⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ. ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵉᵉ ᵒʳ ʰᵉᵃʳ ʰᵉʳ? ˢʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦⁿ ˢᶦᵐᵖˡᵉ ᵈᶦˢᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᶠ.

         “Oh no, no, not again ----” No matter how far she strayed, no matter how much time passed, the beyond still sought her out, the curse still lingered. Limbs stiffened and her heart thundered,

       “You need to leave.”

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@runawaybun  | continued from here.

         There was something beautiful about the city at night, all the colorful synthetic lights compensating for the sleeping sun, the happy chattering of people finally free from their daily responsibilities, the endless inspiration provided by the hazy stars above...Ellia tilted her head back, dark eyes completely captivated by her surroundings. So distracted was she that the sudden smiley appearance Bunny made shoulders tense and fingers twitch with mild fright. “You should wear a bell. And start paying rent.”

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Y E S.

the carmilla movie but when the carmilla gang arrive the hoh trio are already set up to investigate

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cieply:

i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it

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“You may want to speak up next time. You’re lucky I can read lips pretty well cause yeah I can see you but I could barely hear you.“ She’s talking rather calmly considering the circumstance though her eyes are shining and her face is in obvious awe as she wraps her mind around the fact that she was staring face to face (and conversating!!!) with actual proof of the supernatural, doing a good job containing her bubbling excitement. She turns her head, briefly focusing her attention on the laptop supposedly, hopefully, recording this for her website’s live stream. “That camera better be on. If only for proof to show Jac later on if you don’t stick around by the time she comes back from grabbing supplies.” She talks to herself and then returns to the ghostly figure. “Did you live in this house?”

         For a moment Ellia thought herself trapped in a dream, convinced herself that this warm, longed for moment was just a figment of her imagination. The universe was cruel to her already, why shouldn’t strike once more? But it wasn’t fantasy, it couldn’t be; the dead are restless and sleep is a peace they’re forever denied. This girl was most certainly looking at her, talking to her as if they were simply strangers who happened upon one another and not two beings interacting from separate planes of existence. It was impressive, exciting , so much so that a true smile threatened to take form -- it would have if Ellia hadn’t willed herself into nothingness and re-solidified behind the laptop, her sharp features presenting a bored, yet mildly curious mask. “Normal people are usually unsettled by paranormal encounters, not overjoyed.”  

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"You look great for being... not alive." (here ya go you know what this is)

@caseycandoit  →  meme status: accepting.     

     She pressed a pale hand to her chest, directly over the space a heart should reside. This girl was looking at her, talking to her and Ellia swore she felt rhythm reignite, remembered for just a moment what it was to feel something other than all-consuming coldness. Hesitant to believe this wasn’t all a cruel dream, the specter spoke, her words barely a whisper. “You can see me?”

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send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

@runawaybun → meme status: accepting.

#1 – Though she may glower and complain at them, Ellia considers Bunny a friend. Their brand of sarcasm is similar to her own and they’re seemingly unfazed by her standoffish personality. There’s an unspoken understanding between them; no analyzing of each other's traumatic pasts, no judgment or expectations, just a lot of harmless snark. So much snark.

#2 – They’ve broken into Ellia’s apartment so many times, that she just chucks a key at them one day. The building’s landlord is basically out to get Bunny and Ellia’s just really tired of having to talk down the police every other day. 

#3 – To this day, Bunny is the only one who has gotten away with stealing one of Ellia’s beanies. While she was wearing it, no less. She still hasn’t forgiven them for it.

#4 –  Ellia has more or less stopped grocery shopping because of them. She’s never been one to have an abundance of food in the first place, but any food that is brought home is always quickly swiped and replaced with an I.O.U. note. Often times, not even that. 

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Ghost Adventures Starters

"I hate the basement. I'm just putting that out there."

"I've come a long way to talk to you because I think you're a piece of crap."

"Is this spirit being a smartass?"

"You look great for being... not alive."

"Ghosts don't even like me."

"It's cold, it's dark, and it's exciting as hell!"

"Are you banging your head on the wall?"

"Something is up here, gathering all the power it can."

"If this is the portal of hell, why don't you come up out of that ground and get us?"

"Here I am in the sugar shack!"

"I hope you can hear me up there in the damned attic!"

"I can't wait to get locked in here."

"Dude, he's kinda creeping me out. No joke."

"Have you ever heard of those guys who wear jackets when it's really, really hot out?"

"I can't believe they left me out here, all by myself, with this music playing."

"Wait, am I standing on his grave?"

"I have respect for all spirits... except for you."

"I just wanna see where the massacre took place."

"This right here is like putting holy water on a demon."

"I'm just pumped! Are you guys pumped?"

"I smell beautiful."

"Do you see that? Because I can't, either."

"You have reached your final desination. Hell."

"This is tougher than it looks on tv, trust me."

"This is beyond dangerous. I don't recommend anybody do this."

"It was probably the most dangerous, craziest thing we've ever done."

"Hey, we're just lost. We need a place to stay."

"Thank you for knocking."

"I've got a teddy bear for you!"

"Were you stabbed in this room, Sir?"

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there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say and do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine

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I’ve seen it many times Each time they close their eyes and say goodbye Rest in peace and give yourself to harmony

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send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

@caseycandoit → meme status: accepting.

#1. Ellia is still reluctant to open up about her past and tends to emotionally distance herself whenever a conversation gets too personal/serious. It’s an instinct born from years of loneliness, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t help but push Casey away sometimes. The guilt that follows is insurmountable.

#2. Ellia doodles everywhere; Casey’s research papers have little swirls and designs etched in the corners, books have mindless patterns scribbled in their back covers. Ellia’s favorite canvas is Casey herself – little things are always being drawn on to her skin with the utmost care. Even without a pen, Ellia has taken to tracing Casey’s forearm with her fingers. 

#3. The phantom sting of Hecate’s wheel on her chest and wrists, the chilling memory of Emily’s mind dominating her own… sleeping alone is a struggle. Without Casey, Ellia’s lucky to get even just an hour of sleep. She has, on more than one occasion, gone over to Casey’s in the middle of the night unannounced, unable to endure the night otherwise.

#4. Ellia’s co-workers didn’t believe Casey existed at first. When Ellia offhandedly mentioned having a significant other, the entire office was dumbfounded. The idea of someone winning Ellia’s affection was unfathomable, an impossible feat.    

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umarthelea:

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

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                                              I don’t mind                                   not getting a happy ending                                   if it means ——————–

                                                                                 you get yours.