The devil is real and he’s not some little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he’s a fallen angel and he used to be God’s favourite
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@birdsandmurder
The devil is real and he’s not some little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he’s a fallen angel and he used to be God’s favourite
American Horror Story (via chocolat---chaud)
okay, so this basically is going to be an emotional post about how i love all of you. two years ago i decided to make a blog on tumblr because my ooc life was shit. but no one would actually talk to me, so i began feeling really depressed & eventually deleted everything. soooo, a few months ago i wanted to start over on here. i am beyond happy that i did. & god, i can’t tell you guys enough how much i respect all of you & how much i love you guys. all of you are basically the sweetest persons alive. i know sometimes i can be hella annoying when i make ANOTHER blog & when i delete a blog, so i’m still suprised some of you are still following me. but i actually promise you guys that i will never leave the scream fandom because it’s the fucking best okay?? but this was just to let all of you know that you guys are amazing, super nice & actual sweethearts. & ofcourse, all of your portrayals are the fucking best. many kisses, hugs & everything from esmeralda. i also wanted to point out that i’ll include some blogs who i lowkey have been stalking & would love to get to know better.
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▌&. @birdsandmurder
‘ don’t strain wood over a yawn, douche. ‘
❝ what does that even mean? ❞
&& who was this girl? how did she even get in here?
OOC. wow guys!! not even a week after I decide to remake and I’ve already got 100+ of you lovely people here. I seriously can’t thank you all enough for how amazing you’ve all been since my revamp ——— I’m so, so happy I’ve decided to come back to moira, my 1-year anniversary is coming up soon, and just, adlfjalskdfj. I love everyone in this fandom so so much, thank you all for making my time here absolutely amazing! (especially the flawless humans I’ve got listed down below. all of you are perfect & amazing & absolutely wonderful human beings, I adore getting to write with all of you (and if we haven’t written yet, just know that I’d absolutely love to do so with you!!
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ii. ;crawls onto dash; okay, so uni is done for the week, meaning i can start writing again. i’ve realised i’m gonna have to leave writing behind on mondays, tuesdays & wednesdays cause i have so much shit to do on those days, but when weds is over i’m all yours. i’ll start replies now. c; message me if you want to write, honestly, i don’t bite. i’ll write with anyone from any fandom.
haven’t you heard?
i’m a
[ M O N S T E R ]
and you should run
while you still can
ii. i’m so excite for today bc i’m going to this funfair thingy in stratford (london) & i’m thinking freakshow & that’s all. i’m scared tho cause i know clowns will be lurking & let’s be honest, they’re creepy af. anywhoo, i’ll be here for a bit, so hit me up if you wanna plot. c:
he’d been minding his own business, headphones in, music playing from the ipod that violet had left him with. of course, his go to band was nirvana. it amazed him that he could listen to their albums whenever he wanted, he felt old already (although he’d be forever young). feet up, he tapped his leg repeatedly with his hand, in time to the music.
moments later moira entered the room; sometimes she was young, wearing that seductive maid outfit that caused men’s knees to buckle. not him, it never really got to him. maids weren’t his thing.
❝ you know, you don’t actually have to do your job. you’re D E A D. ❞
he’d done so well at avoiding her, whenever she entered the house he’d disappear for a while. he hadn’t expected her this time though, normally he could always sense when she was there. he’d been in the basement when she’d shown up -- just laying eyes on her caused disgust. she was a whore, she’d never truly cared about him, she'd always cared about the dick she’d suck next.
his entire life he’d dealt with the disappointment, the looks of horror in people’s eyes when they realised who he was. his own mother was ashamed of him. there she stood, in all her glory, the last remaining landon.
❝ what do you want? ❞
mysticmissesmerelda:
A tiny gasp escapes from her scarlet lips as she feels his breath softly tickle her ear, causing the girl to jump abruptly.
“ What the?- who the hell are you?”
She turns around swiftly to face him; summer green eyes locking into dark chocolate ones, her breath drawing inwards as she observed his features. Maggie had to admit, his sudden presence intrigued her far more than it scared her. There was something so… interesting yet disturbing about him.
“ Are- are you live living here? I needed a place to stay and this woman recommended this place , I’m sorry if I disturbed you - the door was left open and I just had to look inside”
when she shrieked, he smiled. it was a small smile but a smile nonetheless. she was innocent, he could tell that just by looking at her. this house of death & gore was not for her, she wouldn’t last a second.
he looks down at the petite blonde, head tilted slightly to the side. it was then that he realised she wasn’t actually afraid of him, but more intrigued. he could see it in her eyes, the wild look she gave him as he remained close to her. she wanted to know more, they always did.
hearing that she in fact wanted to stay in the house, he raised an eyebrow. maybe this would be fun after all, maybe there was more to know about her. he was excited, needless to say. perhaps she could be his own little adventure.
❝ i live next door, with my mom. she’s a bitch though so i spend most my time in here. you thinking of staying then, huh? ❞
ofthcmoon:
she’d sense something down the stairs in the, what she thought was an abandoned house. or well, currently uninhabited by the living, or at least that’s what the rumours about this place had told her. however, as she approached the door that was placed under the stairs that lead into the basement, she definitely felt something that shouldn’t be there.
her teeth ran over her bottom lip, and without hesitation ( if she hesitated she’d never go down ) pushed open the door and tentatively made her way down the stairs. then, a voice.
“ —- Couldn’t I ask you the same thing? But, my name is Ailen.”
was it normal for kids to be attracted to the murder house? why did they always end up wandering in, exploring the unknown. it’s not like they ever liked what they discovered inside anyway. she’d soon find that out, it was just due time until something unusual & disturbing crawled out from the shadows -- huh, maybe he could be that disturbing thing this time.
he raised an eyebrow, turning back to the ball he held in between both hands. this was his home, she didn’t belong here. no one truly did. dark orbs traced back to the shadows his only friend hid.
❝ i’m tate. ❞
he already hated him. the kid was a wimp, copped a strop at almost everything. they’d only been there for a day. he’d watched him for a while before even considering approaching the other male. he wasn’t right in the head, he could already see that much. & they thought tate was fucked up... this new kid gave him a run for his money.
it wasn’t until he moved into tate’s old room that he decided now was the time to finally speak up. it was entertainment really -- a part of him wanted to fuck with him & another part wanted to pick apart his mind, explore the darkness for a while.
❝ y’know, it’s not that bad here. i could give you a tour. ❞
shout out to @birdsandmurder & @indxctricis bc they are total sweethearts <3