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{ I’ve moved the wife to a new multimuse hub -- she’s at (the new) @measuresofmusic and will follow from @neonshadows! }

Hello. It’s about time for us to talk, don’t you think? I mean… I’ve seen you in my house so many times and yet I could never find the courage to face you directly. Not until now.

{ rp blog for the musician / muse / ghost / wife from layers of fear }

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Layers of fear art by  ANDRZEJ DYBOWSKI CONCEPT ARTIST

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

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The Wife from layers of fear :D

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• Evening gown. Maker: Clergeat (maison de confection, Paris) Date: 1898-1900 Medium: Silk satin “Charmeuse”, wool and sequins embroidery, lace ruffle, chiffon, taffeta lining.

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The comfort in pretending. by alexstoddard Facebook page | Tumblr

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thelayersoffear: 

He carefully eased himself up by using the nearby table to get back to standing, trying to play off his obvious hangover.

“Well, just me is not enough anymore! You’ve read the articles. You know what the critics have to say about my work.” He patted his pocket which contained the flask. “But this helps me focus. It’s just a tool, like anything else I use in the workshop!” 

  “Why do you let the critics get to you?” 

  Somewhere in her mind she knew the answer before she asked. They were the same reactions she had to articles on her own work -- on her performances. Not only was music a creative outlet for her, but it was a source of income ( a slightly smaller one than what he could pull in, but it was still something ) and most importantly, it was her life. She knew it was something she couldn’t live without which was why the negative articles affected her in a way she couldn’t describe. Painting was the same to him. It was something he was so passionate about -- one of the reasons she had fallen in love with him in the first place.

  Her features, hardened from the mild surprise of finding her husband under the influence ( once again ), relaxed when she put herself in his position for a moment -- under the intense pressure of trying to impress the public.

  Reaching out, she placed a gentle hand on his wrist and spoke in a hushed tone.

  “I’m just worried about you.”

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The Painter & The Wife // Layers of Fear - Selma Mansion, PA

Last weekend we traveled up to PA for a CosAlive photoshoot and had a great time – not only did we get to hang out with people we <3 but we were in an absolutely perfect place for Layers of Fear photos! There will be more photos on the way from Selma Mansion, but we were sent this one and we can’t stop staring at it. WE NEED TO GO BACK THERE FOR MOREEEEEEE.

This photo is thanks to the always awesome Dancing Squirrel Photography!

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Eva Green in Penny Dreadful (2014)

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How can two people, who once loved each other so fully, so profoundly, drift so far apart?

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“God, I am such an idiot. To think that someone like me could ever compete with you. In all your sublime beauty. Everlasting. Immortal.”

A few doodles of the burned!Wife from Layers of Fear.

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{ Hello m’dears! I’m sorry I’ve been in and out here -- things have been crazy and this past few days I’ve been out of town (and attempting to recharge from Life -- lol good luck, self)~ I should hopefully be back steadily around the middle of this coming week. I want to RP with all of you and hopefully will be able to get some threads and stuff continued/started when I get back!

<3!!! }

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“I don’t remember clouds when we were young. Were there any, my dearest Mina? Just beyond the horizon, perhaps? Or was it all seashore and sandcastles? Such a thought is naive, I know. But aren’t memories always that.”

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Day Dress

Leonard & O’Neill

Early 20th Century

Whitaker Auctions