it ain't no wonder why we lose control
when we're always a heart attack away from falling in love
well, i know that we've been hardly holding on
to tell the truth, i can't believe we got this far
running near on empty
i wish somebody would've told me
“the room i share with eoin, but the study is nice too. it’s usually nice and quiet so i can draw a lot,”
🎮 Name your favorite video or board game(s).
“scrabble is the best board game ever made, it’s specifically great if you do different versions of it. or strip scrabble. but i also love a good game of uno.”
👨💼 What are your thoughts on Toni?
he shrugs softly, he doesn’t really like to judge anyone. “i don’t know, i haven’t really met him. it would be nice to see him around though.”
😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?
“i don’t know, i guess when i was younger it was definitely envy, maybe sometimes still. i struggle with things, that make me envious of the rest of the world sometimes. or at least the majority.”
💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.
“where is eoin? i miss him, i should go find him. this place is creepy a bit when i’m alone, and why am i always cold? if eoin was here i wouldn’t be cold, he’d hold my hand and i’d be warmer.”
MOONLIGHT. your muse and my muse are outside of the manor far past sunset and into the night, and while talking a shadowy figure can be seen walking through the woods. No matter how hard they try, though, they can’t catch up with it.
“love,” beck touches eoin’s arm softly, to get his attention from staring at the stars, “do you see that?” he points towards the woods. there’s a definite figure in the dark – it looks like just a shadow. he moves his both of his hands to cling to one of his husbands. there’s something about the figure that makes him nervous, he wants to get up and run the other way. but if he has eoin beside him, he knows that they can go after whoever it is. “do you think they need help?” he whispers, voice going softer.
he never goes anywhere without a pencil and paper, even if it’s a tiny notebook in his pocket. however, since he often time wears his hair up in a bun he does forget he put pens through his bun.
✍ i will write a headcanon.
the sweetest tooth around, and a constant stash of candy is always with him. and chocolate. and ice cream. honestly he just loves sweet treats, and if you ever upset him ( which is so hard ) the best way to make it up is treats!!
Honesty / Meme Monday has begun ! And, I couldn’t go ahead and let this happen without making a meme tailored to things relating to the manor. Feel free to reblog this and send these to anyone in the group, or reblog any other memes you might find! You are more than welcome to cross anything out you don’t feel comfortable with, and there are different options for drabbles, text starters and questions !
& don’t forget to make sure your ask is open with anon on if you’re comfortable !
QUESTIONS.
🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?
🎧 Name your top three favorite songs.
🎮 Name your favorite video or board game(s).
👻 Have you talked to any of the ghosts? If so, do you have a favorite?
👨💼 What are your thoughts on Toni?
💋 Is there anyone here you might be interested in?
📼 Have you listened to the cassette tape?
🔮 Do you believe in dark magic?
😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?
TEXTS.
[ sms ]. I’m starving, are you?
[ sms ]. someone just knocked on my door and no one was there?
[ sms ]. alive count, please respond if you’re still with us.
[ sms ]. can you tell me what you know?
[ sms ]. who is blasting that music?!?!
[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i’ll have a extra large pizza with pepperoni.
[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i miss you i hope you’re okay.
[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) I’m gonna cry someone here hasn’t taken a shower in a week and it smells like pits please save me???
PROMPTS / STARTERS.
SUNSET. your muse and my muse are sitting on the back patio, looking out over the sunset and catch a glimpse of Wesley going through his loop.
TUNNELS. your muse and my muse have decided to try walking through the tunnels, discovering every single tunnel leads to another room of the manor.
BORED GAMES. your muse and my muse have discovered a closet full of board games and have decided to sit down and play a round.
MOONLIGHT. your muse and my muse are outside of the manor far past sunset and into the night, and while talking a shadowy figure can be seen walking through the woods. No matter how hard they try, though, they can’t catch up with it.
FOR EVERY __ MY MUSE / I WILL ___
for every 💀 my muse will talk about a deceased relative.
for every 😇 my muse will talk about a role model.
for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.
for every 👀 my muse will reveal a guilty pleasure.
for every 👥 i will write about an npc.
for every 💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.
he looks up when he hears the bathroom door open, a faint smile playing over his lips when he lays his eyes on his husband. he still remembers the first time they made eye contact, when he saw those beautiful green eyes, they drew him in first, and then he smiled and it was all over for eoin. “i’m here, darlin’, just put the kettle on to make you a cuppa.” he crosses the room, wraps his arms around the boy. “good shower, pet?”
beck’s smile spreads wider when he sees eoin’s smile. he still can’t believe he got this lucky, that they saw each other it was instant. “oh, i have the best husband in the world,” he says it in a teasing tone, but he means it completely. he immediately tightens his arms around eoin, “good, it could’ve been better though...if i had company,” it’s not like him really, he’s never been the smoothest talker.
“Good luck,” she said with a soft laugh, “this place has shit for service.”
Sage looked at her phone as if to reaffirm her statement. There was only two bars. With a heavy sigh, she shoved her phone back in her pocket. For a moment, she assessed him. Curly brown hair and chocolate eyes to die for, This boy might as well have been a puppy. But she didn’t recognize him. So, the question was: how does he know her best friend?
“How do you know Blair?”
“hm,” he hums softly taking his phone out to see that he has no service, he pouts softly at that. weird, he looks up at her -- his bright green eyes disinterested. beck shrugs in response, he already said that he knew her from his husband and he’s not one to repeat himself.
“babe,” beck called as he exited the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel and a bathrobe on resembling a middle aged mum ( minus the face mask ), “you here? the water pressures actually better than i thought it would be -- and here i was worried i wouldn’t have a good shower the whole stay,” he keeps talking he’s pretty sure that eoin wouldn’t go off without him. but after all the travelling he knew he needed a shower or he’d never feel settled.
“so everyone keeps saying they’ve seen dead people, but i know for a fact that ghosts aren’t real.” nicolette reassured no one in particular as she let out a small puff of smoke despite the rules saying she isn’t allowed to do any sort of substance abuse in the manor. “all i have to say is maybe this is some sort of sick prank some diabolical person decided to pull on all of us?” @manorstart
“well, i haven’t said that...unless i’m referencing the sixth sense,” beck said looking over at her, “though i definitely believe in ghosts, the worlds to vast to not believe in them, yeah?” he slid a hand through his messy curls, “ooo, like some prank show we never realized we signed up for and it turns out the person who lasts the longest gets prize money?”
She was… excited? Yes, excited, when news broke about the manor being renovated, that meant more traffic in her small home town and, honestly? They needed it. Once she had unpacked all of her belongings into the staff house, she made her way toward the main. She wasn’t exactly on duty yet, though she wasn’t even sure what the schedule was. Rather, she made her way around the kitchen, her bright eyes settling on one of the guests of the manor. “The remodel is actually pretty amazing, huh?” Her tone giddy as she leaned against the island. “They tell me that from up here you can see the entirety of beaver creek, have you checked it out?”
open starter, @manorstart
“oh...yeah,” beck nodded softly, “i haven’t really looked around too much yet. i just got here, but i’m glad you’re enjoying it.” he told her earnestly. he hadn’t even looked up before and after photos, he’d really not known anything coming in other then that his husband had asked him to be here and so, here he was. “should we take a look?”
“Ya know,” she said, dismissively, “I’m not really in the mood to hear some psycho babble bullshit.”
Sage was on a mission. She was there to find her best friend and she would find her. But with all the whispers going around, it was hard to concentrate. Which was why when someone approached her, Sage jumped at the chance to shoot down what she didn’t want to hear.
“Look, I’m looking for my best friend, okay? Her name’s Blair. You seen her?” with that, she held up her lockscreen of her phone, which was a picture of her and Blair that last summer.
@manorstart
beck had the plan to go explore when all the sudden a phone was being shoved in his face, it had him stepping back automatically. “oh, yeah...i know blair.” he nodded softly, “i didn’t even know she was here...but she knows my husband pretty well. i could text him and ask if he’s seen her? or i have her number i could text her too?”
‹ HARRY STYLES, HE/HIM, CIS MALE, BISEXUAL. › beckett ‘beck’ corrigan is the twenty-four year old from nottingham, england ( now lives in new york city ). when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said, ❝ ARE YOU SURE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA? ❞ they claim midsommar is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would bumping and tripping into the killer. their fears include fire, breaking bones and blood, and they don’t know we know, but… his parents died when their house caught fire, him and his brother got out but they didn’t. hope they enjoy their stay. ‹ MUSE D from COME HANG OUT ›
what’s up my names emily, and tell your boyfriend that if he says he’s got beef that i’m a vegetarian and i aint fucking scared of him!!
okay this is beckett lawrence corrigan ( nee king )
he only goes by beck though, if you call him beckett he will snap its like the one thing that makes him actually mad ( and literally nothing makes him mad )
he was born & raised in nottingham, england
his dad was a history professor named calvin king, his mums name was rose king she was a writer that went by an alias to remain unknown
he had an older brother named abraham aka abe who is 4 years older than him
they were a good family, they were close and just lived happily
beck was always unbelievably shy, he kept to himself and was a total mama’s boy
when he was 15 his parents died in a house fire during the middle of the night, the boys got out but their parents couldn’t
it really kept beck back, he was scared of everything and everyone and it really just added to his shyness
when he got out of the house he had to jump out of a second story window and fell onto his hands where he broke both wrists and numerous fingers
he was always doodling, never really stopped – he loved all forms of art, loved galleries and reading about art it was and has always been a passion of his so breaking both wrists was really bad
it took him around two months before he picked up a pencil, paintbrush and charcoal but he fell back into his art
beck didnt really talk to anyone after his parents died, and if he did it was only to abe. no one in school, no one at shops -- he just wouldn’t talk
abe was really worried about beck for a long time but never pushed him into anything
at eighteen two major things happened in beck’s life -- he entered university for art, and he met eoin corrigan
he met eoin while he was out with some friends from school, he honestly hadn’t even wanted to go but for some reason he felt like he had too
and clearly eoin had been the reason -- because seeing him their was instant, it was falling in love completely and fully without even saying a word ( though he knew love didn’t actually work that way )
he spent the night talking to eoin -- something he’d never done with anyone since his parents died
during the year that eoin stayed in london beck became more and more himself, and for a lot of it he considered not finishing school and instead travelling with eoin
but he wanted to get his degree, wanted to have so much more with art and it had always been his dream -- he thought that they’d be strong enough to stand through the distance
at 23 he’d been graduated for two years and working as an animator -- selling some art pieces on the side as when eoin proposed
of course beck said yes, and they eloped -- he never wanted a big fancy wedding anyways
after they eloped they moved to new york!!
generally speaking, beck is still incredibly shy. it takes him time to warm up to people, and he’s not exactly chatty. he talks more than he used to but, he’s never going to be the first to start a conversation
for the subplot he came because his husband asked him and that was it
i’m not great at plotting connections, generally i like chemistry but i’m open to discussing things!!
