Harper Alexander RP

Independent Roleplay/Ask Blog For A Canon "2001 Maniacs: Field Of Screams" Character. Established May 2013. 16+ Years Experience. Selective. Multiship & Multiverse. Mun & Muse Of Age. Written By Duckie Nella Moriarty.

[a2-dragnslyr]

“     I   am     —–     enough   of   a   mess   inside     ,     believe   it   or   not     ,     so   you’d   really   be   doing   me   a   favour   by   not   dying.     ”

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cannibalcharisma:

{!!} –  ❝Dyin’?❞ came the guttural crow of a once Southern soldier as he dauntlessly clutched at the oozing wound on his side, despite his laboured breaths. Stumbling, fading, Harper’s appearance began to transform in to a grotesque depiction of rotting death. It was time he told his friend the truth. Green eyes were severe with astringency.

❝...Ah’m already dead!❞

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{OOC: I’M BACK! Please, disregard a lot of previous (frankly out-of-character) headcanons. I mostly used those for the sake of the happiness of other people, but this blog will be changing. Please, IM for plotting!! ~}

[tina-hewitt-largo]

❝Ain't nobody gawt tahm fer thay't!❞

Tina raised an eyebrow, utterly confused. “Hm? What did you say, Harper?”

[cannibalcharisma]

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❝Ah said stawp yer fussin’ wit’ yer appearance, an’ GIT!❞ Harper instructed decidedly more authoritatively than the tone he usually used with her. Tina had agreed to help the valley-folk with preparations for that night’s kill, but her vanity appeared to be hindering her progress. He was going to confiscate that damn mirror, shortly! There was work to be done, and they were running behind on time.

[cannibalcharisma]

"The chicken lives!"

❝Nawt if Granny gets ‘er ‘ands awn it, she won’t!❞ Harper joked as his poultry patient clucked away in content. Tossing his medical gloves to the side, the Southerner rested his hands on his hips, and flashed Tina a toothy grin. ❝Now, what can ah do fer yeh awn this fahn afta’noon, Mrs. Largo?❞

[loverofladiesandperfumes]

Crack Me Up || Harper & Paviche

[cannibalcharisma]

loverofladiesandperfumes:

Upon hearing Harper’s words, Pavi’s blue/grey eyes widened. He wasn’t too stupid but neither too bright to understand fully that the other man was teasing. This did cross Pavi’s mind, but what if he wasn’t joking? “T-the barbeque-a?! Weh… Harpeeeeer…”, he whined almost playfully, before proceeding to kind of snuggle him. “Why-a don’t you tell-a the Pavi? I-a know you want-a to tease. As-a always.” He smirked and stroked his fake face on the Southerner’s.

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Truly, Pavi was superlatively dim, even at the best of times. Harper’s juvenile temperament should have told of his making light, but then again, even during the kill, Harper was sometimes known to maintain puerility, so perhaps Pavi’s confusion could be forgiven. ❝Now, what’re yeh doin’?! Get’cha hands off’a me, boy! I ain’t...teasin’ yeh’s, ah'm tryin’ ta escape whatever ludicrousy this is!❞ Harper chortled as he over-competently shoved the other man away, not realising his own strength until it was too late - which, of course, just added to the humour from Harper’s point of view. ❝If ah ‘elp yeh fahnd yer damn brother, will ya stop tryin’ ta cuddle me? You’s a one of a kahnd, Paviche, ah swear it!❞

[cannibalcharisma]

loverofladiesandperfumes:

Pavi was looking at Harper with a frown and puppy eyes, sighing and going to sit where Harper told him to. He was nervous, he needed to know and he would in a just a bit. Or would he? The anxiety that the thought of his dad not telling him was nearing its peak. Pavi felt his heart throbbing in his chest as he sat back down next to Harper, looking back at him in the eye. His eyebrows were furrowing as he was listening to all Harper had to say to him. Another long sigh came from his lips and he shook his head, jet black locks moving right and left from the movement. “I-a won’t do anything, papa! I only want-a to know what… I-a only want to know what happened-a. Just-a know. Do you fear that-a I would leave you and-a go live alone, elsewhere? I will not-a go find her, but I have the right-a to know what happened back then-a. I was-a only a baby…” Pavi protested, his cheeks underneath his fake mask getting red from frustration.

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Of course, Pavi would insist. It was in his persuasive nature. Still, though, Harper was as stubborn as his son was incessant, and he was beginning to disfavour the unrelenting questions. Harper tutted in frustration, briefly glancing up to the ceiling before back to his son with a considerably harder expression. ❝It ain’t jus’ that, Pavs, ah’m tryin’ t’ protect ya! You’s prancin’ around wit’yer fanceh mirror, shackin’ up wit’ the maidens, && doin’ a whole lotta nothin’! Ya’ll dunno ‘ow tuh handle real life, boy! Ah’ve tried t’ give yeh an easeh ride, an’ ah ain’t gunna fuck that up, now, fer some...stupid desire o’ yers tuh self destruct! The truth, Pavi...it ain’t pretteh. It’d destroy ya...❞ the Southerner told him without room for hesitation. ❝...Go fahn’d Huck; he needs ya help stackin’ the hay...❞

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loverofladiesandperfumes:

Pavi was frowning as he sat on the Southerner’s bed, looking down at his hands with sorrow. The mere thought of his mother leaving them when he was still a fairly new born baby was devastating to even think. But he wanted to know. He was 32 years old now and he wanted to know what had happened so badly. Pavi knew that his dad didn’t want to talk about it but he couldn’t help not asking. “Uh… I-a… I had-a a dream about her tonight-a. She was-a singing a lullaby to me… And-a she was pretty.” He said, fearing that the tear that burned his eye would finally escape.

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❝Ohhh, she was pretty somethin’.❞ the vaguely spoken maniac growled in semi-bridled acrimony through his firmly clenched teeth. Harper had always known this day would come. In fact, he was sure it would have come sooner, but an entire 32 years had long passed since...well. His day of reckoning was here. Harper was fairly certain his boy would never glance in his direction, again, if he knew what took place back on the day his mother left the Valley. Ah, but he couldn’t avoid the question forever. The only way out was directly through the middle. Harper knew this. Although, he was in denial. Denial of the inevitable, and denial of the truth. ❝...C’mon. Sit.❞ Harper patted a space on the bed next to where he was now sitting. He wasn’t one for flowery words, but he loved his son with what capacity his cold, dead heart still allowed him. ❝Jus’...r’member thay’t through everythin’...I ain’t never gonna stahp carin’ ‘bout you, okay? You dun need awl thiy’s upset at this stage in yer life...your momma’s in the past, now...you ‘ave t’ focus awn th’ present. You gawt so much of yer life ahead o’ yeh’s. You ain’t lahk me...you don’t gotta prove nothin’ to nobodeh. Ain’t got nothin’ holdin’ ya back. You can run t’ the future wit’ yer head held high...says more for any o’ us old folk down ‘ere...now, tell me, son, why would you wanna give that up?❞

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continued // x // @loverofladiesandperfumes

loverofladiesandperfumes​:

The young man let a small smile flush momentarily on his lips as he heard his father calling for him to go inside. It quickly disappeared though, as fast as it had come. His face shadowed once again and he pushed the wooden door forward to allow himself to enter. His shoulders were dropped, curving a little - something very much unusual for the half Italian man. His head was hunging and he was looking down, before taking a seat onto his dad’s bed and looking up at the ceiling. “Papa… How did-a mama leave us…?”

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Harper was bent over an open set of drawers, searching its muddled contents for the objects he required. Most of it seemed to be entangled in fraying twine, which didn’t aid his quest in the best of ease. Harper tutted in mild frustration, but it quickly transformed in to actual discomfiture the second his son posed the question. He stopped dead in his actions, steely eyes glossing over as he recollected the details about the topic at hand. ❝...That’s an awful sudden ques’ion. What’s braw’t this t’ mah’nd so earleh in th’ mornin’...?❞ he cautiously probed.

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(AU Harpavi) "Papa..." Pavi knocked on the door of Harper's bedroom. He looked a lot like under the weather that day. Even ready to cry or as if he had been crying for hours - his blue/grey eyes that he had taken after his father were red... -loverofladiesandperfumes

The old stable door to the room was slightly cracked open, allowing a small ray of light to emphasise the particles that floated freely in the air. It was a fairly mild day, weather-wise, although humidity was on the up && rising. Still - that didn’t stop the Valley folk from preparing for another massacre. Summer was approaching, fast…there was business to be taken care of. Very bloody business, indeed. Harper was scouring his room for a particular set of medical tools he’d boxed away a good century ago - okay, maybe not quite that long - but the years passed very slowly when you were undead. The knock on his door, though, earned his attention. Especially the tone of Pavi’s voice.

❝Door’s op’n, lad!❞

[cannibalcharisma]

"Harper, tell me all about the war. You were a soldier! How is it like?"

The war. The most prominent subject of the Valley since April 22nd, 1864. The yankee scum had raped their women. They murdered their children. They even took out the good Mayors’ god-damn eye! ❝It was the army…’ow d’you thank it went? I ain’t gon’ lie t’ye, Tin’. Ain’t easeh ‘avin’ t’ fight fer yeh life…’specially when y’ain’t gotta choice or nothin’…but ain’t never regretted a second of it! Ah’m’s dedicated t’ the South as ya’ll can think of! Ain’t nothin’ ah woul’n’ do fer mah people.❞ Harper resolutely told her with absolute sincerity. ❝Nothin’!❞

❝…Y’ever fired a musket? They woul’n’ let us awn th’ field ‘til we learned ‘ow tuh hit a target a hundred yards away! ‘Less we’s gawt desperate, ‘course…we lawst many’a good men, bay’ck in them days…the thangs we were subjected to…ain’t rah’t none, ‘t all…it just ain’t.❞

[cannibalcharisma]

HC: Harper! What did the rest of the Pleasant Valley residents think of the fact that you started using eye pencil/eyeliner? When did you first started using them?

❝Well!❞ exclaimed the massacre-inducing, cannibalistic madman, hitching up his trousers, && smirking in reminiscence - one of the few rare memories that didn’t he didn’t entirely resent - , ❝Th’ Mayor dun thought ah gawn soft! Lester’s ‘fraid ah’s gawn court ‘im, but Mary di’n’t seem t’ mahnd more than a bee sting! ‘S a matter o’ fact, ah think she sorta lahkes iy’t. Huck jus’ wants me t’ do ‘im a makeovah lahk one o’ they’m pretteh lil Barbie dolls…stupid boy.❞ he chuckled fondly. ❝They say we’s stuck in the past, but some things ‘ave gotta move wit’ the tahms, y’know? Ain’t lahk ah’m prancin’ around in one o’ they’m fanceh pairs o’ - whadd’ya call ‘em? Skinny jeans.❞

[glitterinmygutz]

[maiden-of-the-south]

Your Southern Love || Harper & Mary

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maiden-of-the-south:

Mary knew this reputation all too well and she was blushing every time Granny or the others told her anything about it. She loved being considered Harper’s lovebird. Because inside her, before she was sure about his own feelings for her, she really was his lovebird, in her mind. Now, how lucky was she to be his one and only in reality! She loved his harsh quality but she loved his soft, loving side that he showed her and the rest of the residents of Pleasant Valley. And she loved him so… She loved his so much… As his gentle hand touched her delicate chin, her eyes batted for a bit, gulping lightly upon studying his stunning features, mesmerisingly glowing in a different way than usual due to the sunlight above them. He was s handsome as that Prince Charming they were telling her about in the old fairytales. A soft smile decorated her face as she leaned in, capturing her lips with his own as he kissed her for the first time. Her eyes from half closed, closed completely, kissing her love softly and then deeper, slowly wrapping her bare arms around his waist to keep herself close to him. How she needed to do this, how she needed him.

cannibalcharisma:

Harper had remained, for the majority, non-vocal about the subject when raised by the other Valley folk; albeit slightly red in the face, but one who knew of his true feelings towards Mary was his good friend, Tina Largo. Oh, the times they had spent teasing one another about their romantic interests! Harper could only imagine how she would react to finding out he & Mary were becoming an item, at last. Tina aside; she was only a fleeting thought, Mary had absolutely captivated his attention like no woman had in a darn long time. Her love lit up his undead life, made him feel as though he truly were alive, again. Ah, but if only it were true. Still, the fact of the matter was that he and Mary could now be open about their feelings, and could share their love until all 2001 had avenged their untimely deaths. It was the greatest pleasure and honour he could have with his time left, here. He couldn’t think of a single thing he wanted more than Mary Maiden by his side. He welcomed her in to his strong embrace, kissing her like he’d always wished he could. Her lips were soft and inviting, and he savoured the taste before they inevitably broke apart, gently and with the comfort of one another. Harper smiled more contentedly than he had done in years, gazing on at the beauty that was Mary. All the anger, all the hatred he harboured for the Yankee scum that had slaughtered his people...just for that moment, melted away to the back of his thoughts. ❝...Ah love ya more than ah can even put in to words, ra’ht now.❞ Harper declared.

[maiden-of-the-south]

Your Southern Love || Harper & Mary

[cannibalcharisma]

maiden-of-the-south:

They were two souls fighting for everything and winning. They had not beaten death but, miraculously, they had a second chance to live a romance they didn’t before the war ended, taking their lives away. Now, here they were again. For the others, having to rise once a year was a torture but for Mary, it would be her chance to be happy with her Harper, at least. As the Southern prince chuckled at her joke, she giggled sweetly. She let herself nuzzle him cutely after he hugged her closer to him and she turned her head right after he did and looked at her. The light was showing off his Southern features perfectly, his eyes were shining, that much that Mary felt like being in a daze. She blinked a few tines and smiled widely. She wanted to kiss him so badly. “Yes, mah Harpah?” She asked with her grin still present on her increasingly blushing face.

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Harper and Mary, even before they’d confessed their sentiments to one another, had acquired a reputation as the love birds of Pleasant Valley. Despite Harper’s general lack of expression over romantic affairs, it seemed even he wasn’t immune to Mary’s ways. Besides, underneath it all, Harper did have some redeeming qualities to make up for his usual murderous examples. He wasn’t all that bad when around his own people, people he cared about, people he loved. Like Mary, and by God, did he love her. It seemed now was his chance to truly show her. He was careful to be gentle when he placed a hand beneath her chin, watching her expression and the light on her face. She was as beautiful as the colours of the sunset in the horizon, and Harper could only do one thing. At first, the kiss was small and tentative, but soon melted in to raw emotion, a slow but passionate show of the love they shared.

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Continued from x - @doctorvirgilalexander

doctorvirgilalexander​:

Virgil smirked at Harper’s questions, shaking his head as he was looking for the younger man. “Ah’m surely right ‘ere, where’s yeh, though– ah! There y'all are! At last! How’s mah Harpah boy?”

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❝Ah’m gudder than a pig in a mud-bath! How’s mah ol’ man ‘oldin’ up?❞ Harper answered with a certain nod of his head, before returning the question, a lop-sided grin tugging at his features.

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"Son? Where are yeh, mah boy?" -doctorvirgilalexander

❝Is that mah paw ah hear? Where’s you at?❞ Harper returned the question to his Father, both men walking around the opposite side outside of the tent in search of one another, until finally meeting in the middle. ❝Ah! There’s ya are!❞

[southernchainsawkiller]

{{OPEN}} Little Texan Maniac

[cannibalcharisma]

southernchainsawkiller:

She did feel incredibly bad for leaving this way. These people - especially Harper - had treated her like family. After losing her own, it was very hard for her. Some time had passed in Pleasant Valley until she couldn’t bare the homesickness. She had to go back at the Hewitt residence in Texas. She was sure that the Sheriff who killed off her whole family wouldn’t return. And if he did… she had her chainsaw with her.

She was slowly moving on her swing, which stood a few meters away from the entrance of her house, when a familiar male voice was heard from behind her. She stopped moving but didn’t turn yet. She closed her eyes and took a slow, shakey deep breath, her old tune stopping suddenly. Her hand stopped stroking her doll’s head while the other slowly slid down the swing’s string. It was right when he asked her what was wrong that she turned to face him, still seated on the old, rusty swing.

“Harpah… How… how did y'all find meh ‘ere?” Asked Tina, smiling sadly up at him. She was glad and happy to see him again. “It must have taken yeh long for yeh to get in Texas…” She looked a bit down, obviously avoiding his question at first, but then she looked back up at him. He deserved an answer. He only cared for her. “Ah… Ah missed mah home… Ah wanted to get 'ere again, even if it’s empty. The Valley is too kind for a wild spawn like meh, Harpah. Y'all are too kind to meh. Ah will be trouble in time, due to mah nature.”

cannibalcharisma:

Harper was severely crude in both the harshness of his personality && his undeniable disposition to kill, but he wasn’t completely devoid of all compassion. In fact, it was something he was rather adept in, when it came to matters of loss and memory. There was no reason he couldn’t empathise with the young Hewitt girl. Rather, that was the very reason he’d travelled out to Texas to find her.

❝That don’t matter none.❞ Harper replied, dismissing her first question, ❝Awl that matters is you. Now, ah can assure yeh’s ya won’t get in no more trouble than the rest o’ us down at the valley. We awl love yeh there! We embrace wild! Girlie, you ain’t seen nothin’, yet. You’s ain’t seen us when we’s really goin’ some. But if stayin’ ‘ere’s what’cha really wanna do, then ah ain’t gunna stop yeh. But don’t go ‘xpectin’ me not to keep checkin’ up on ya’ll, ’kay? Ah’m stayin’ true t’ mah word. Imma look aftah ya.❞ Harper vowed, ❝Even if yeh get sick o’ me, an’ come aftah me wit’ thay’t pretty lil chainsaw o’ yers.❞ he lightly teased.