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#CARLBELOW. the gatekeeper of hell, an own character written by naomi. heavily affiliated with @karlabove. loosely based on this tiktok. private, selective & low activity. must be 20+ to interact!

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stmchr·:

❝ you looking for a fight ? ❞ many things can be said about stuart macher, intelligence isn’t one of them . perhaps in death, risk seems so much easier to take than when he still had something to lose but by now, it’s obsolete . what’s the worst that could happen, a person can only die once and this guy is clearly itching for a beating .

but between heaven and hell no one expects an unwashed ass to come at him with jesus shit . confusion forces a pause in his behaviour, he thinks about the man’s words only to realize that the bible really doesn’t want stu anywhere near heaven . ( it takes a moment for the multiple reasons to cross his mind . ) ❝ eh, i don’t think they’ll let me in, man . ❞

carl can’t put their finger on in what it is that makes their smile fade. maybe it’s his youth. maybe it’s the lack of understanding -- which, in a way, adds a certain type of innocence to the young man. ( it’s deceiving. they’re aware. ) carl sighs. “ no, stu. i don’t think they’re gonna let you in. not anymore. ”

he takes a step and slides onto the picknick table. it could’ve been there before as much as it couldn’t have been; only carl knows. the usual tea and cupcakes made room for sugary drinks and even more sugary sweets. if anything, carl knows their audience.

“ i won’t lie to you. ” a pause. maybe he will be the only one who never told a lie to this boy. carl knows not to think about it too much, but he can’t help himself. “ there is no way they will ever let you in. do you understand? ”

#stmchr #➷ in character.#➷ queue.

serialsister·:

❝ what does that even mean … someone like me. like what? ❞ she’s hanging onto the words, waiting for their explanation, a continuation of his story and yet he’s giving her nothing. mac knew – she knew from the moment she swore secrecy that this was where she would end up but no inkling of her expected a greeting like that. someone like her.

a hand waves in a mixed attempt at dismissing his offer and to pull his attention back to the topic at hand. ❝ wait … go back. there were two? i’m gonna need you to wrack your brain here bud, who are you talking about? ❞ perhaps he could see it in her eyes, the desperation of needing to know if there was any, tiny, miniscule chance that he was there too.

they know the look in her eyes all to well. he’s seen it in his own eyes far too many times. the idea that karl has seen it even more passes, but it’s not the time to consider this. here’s something else he considers: familiarity of a feeling does not dim down its explosiveness. grief gripping their heart still feels as intense as the first time they’ve experienced it -- or at least they think so. carl can’t really remember.

it’s habit and his own discomfort that makes him pour the tea anyway. two cups are presented, one for them, one for her if she wants it. the warmth he wraps his hands around is grounding. but it doesn’t jolt his memory. although he knows better, it’s disappointing. despite it all, carl never fails to hold hope that maybe this time it will be different.

“ i don’t... ” they sigh. he knows he can’t say he doesn’t remember. that’s not the answer she needs. a quick look over their shoulder makes him try harder -- it’s the last act of kindness she’ll receive. “ there were two. they feel similar to you. one was... the same in blood. the other... the same -- the same in soul. ” carl experiences human beings beyond what they themselves can sense. it’s difficult to describe that in the botched human language, but they try.>

#serialsister #➷ in character.#➷ queue.

karlabove·:

an exclamation ( not angel friendly ) of pure joy leaves their lips followed by the tiniest of jumps right where karl is standing . it takes but one swift motion for him to turn to the discarded bags and ruffle through one, two, three to find aforementioned glowsticks — quickly hidden away into the pocket of their slacks for later — and a toy to his liking . ever so gently a little locomotive gets placed on the table before eyes find they way back to their other half . a mirror albeit broken but the truth is exhaustion will marry their looks rather quickly . ❝ yeah, no, it’s been bad lately . ❞

karl waves his hand as he turns to look at the souls that are still waiting a shudder runs down his spine . a break is in order before more of this feeling washes over to carl . so with practiced motions a cigarette is produced, lit and the smoke finds its way into the locomotive, powering the toy to drive off the table . ❝ or, and hear me out, we have lunch together now and afterwards i go and mess with the sorting department myself . ❞

a soft giggle escapes at the sight of the locomotive, chooing and blowing steam as the toy travels across the hardship of the antique table towards carl. he’d known karl would like it. that’s why they picked it when the mcdonald’s employee was kind enough to ask which toys to include in all those happy meals. carl bends down to pick it up. when it’s placed on the table again, flowers instead of smoke grows out of the train as it creates an ocean of flowery fields as it travels across the table. carl always loves the simplicity in their magic -- and the beauty that comes with it.

their smile lingers as he responds. “ don’t bully those poor sods in the sorting department. ” it’s not a reprimand; the tone of his voice has a whim of repetition to it. it’s carl’s unofficial job to keep karl in check -- so he does, by the very uneffective way of words. ( “ do you even want to stop them? ” one of the demons had once asked. carl hadn’t had the heart to respond; they shouldn’t lie. )

“ let’s go on a weekend. maybe finally visit florida. what d’you say? ”

#florida man is just karl being chaotic #karlabove #➷ in character.

twinthng·:

❝ what is this place ? ❞

it’s terrifying how fast things happen, how HILL HOUSE keeps spinning his head around and around . one moment luke is fighting addiction, the next his world explodes in pain and before he knows it nellie drags him away from his long gone mother into yet another fever dream . the mind struggles to catch up but there is an odd certainty sitting in his bones . no, he can’t be still in the house that didn’t burn down . with mom and abigale, with the way his dead sister appeared doubled, so it has to be —— oh but he doesn’t want to leave his siblings behind just yet . as eyes fall onto the smile, his own tears threaten to spill over . oh god, please . NO . ❝ am i dead ? ❞

“ no, no. as i said, there’s been some kind of mistake. ” the words are quick to leave carl -- first instinct is always to offer kindness. they look at the young man, lost and distraught, and he quickly averts his eyes. a lump in his throat, a tight feeling in their chest, a troubled frown on their features. carl knows better than to show these emotions at work. if only he were more like karl, this wouldn’t be so difficult.

he turns and gestures at the picknick table, set out a considerable distance from the gate. they chose that spot specifically because the heat there was at least somewhat comfortable -- and the heat and humidity didn’t kill off the patch of grass and its flowers the table sits on.

“ would you like some tea? a cookie, perhaps? ”

#twinthng #➷ in character.

stmchr:

@carlbelow : what’s wrong??? 😥😥😫😖😖😖 hell shat you u right back out? 😝😝🤣😈😈😈💀💀💥💥👋👋👋

❝ hey, i’m gonna shit on you in a minute if you don’t shut up, man . ❞ the afterlife, as it turns out, is messier than expected . not like that but apparently little bitches are everywhere .

carl is beginning to see why karl enjoys teasing ( ... bullying! ) others so much. on a different thought: just how much of a shithead have you been to have carl, of all people and beings in both heaven and hell, come at you like this?

“ hm, that’s a lie -- but i’d love to see you try! ” carl could make him shit bricks. “ maybe if you turn to the lord and savior jesus christ, heaven will take you. ”

#stmchr #➷ in character.

stmchr

I’ll be right back! I’ll be right back! I’ll be right back!

independent && selective STU MACHER aka ghostface from scream ( 1996 ) . funky fresh, canon questioning && endured by schiff .

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anyways... is it really a schiff & naomi coproduction if it doesn't start out whimsical and ends up in complete and utter heartbreak?

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Oliver Jackson-Cohen as Peter Quint The Haunting of Bly Manor | 1.03

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OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN Shingi Rice × InStyle › 2020

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Oliver Jackson-Cohen photographed by John Russo for Nobleman Magazine (2019) (x)

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OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as Peter Quint in THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR (2020)

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Oliver Jackson-Cohen in that white knit sweater

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If you had £1,000 to spend today what would you spend it on? “I would buy reusable masks and make all the fucking idiots wear them.” OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN for Instyle (Oct 2020)

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