โฎ โโ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ 3 โโโ independent, selective, private, multimuse for various original characters. 25+ Written and bloodied by LIMINAL. (forty+. she/her) no minors. no AI. EXTREME TRIGGERING AND DARK THEMES PRESENT. Please read rules below the cut or the carrd before following. Hella low activity. Dead dove: don't eat.
CARRD || MEMES TAG || PLAYLIST || Whitlock Mental Hospital *
*related to Kumari & Billy's story
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ (blog roll)
Channel 2: @deliriumang3l (horror oc)
Channel 3: YOU ARE HERE
Channel 8: @channel08 (canon multimuse)
Channel 4: @trellia (personal/art blog)
Mains
TBA
note: I may sound harsh with some of these, but I promise I'm sweet enough to give you cavities. However, I don't want and will not get into stupid dramatic online feuds. I'm a grown up and I want to write. Please don't try to drag me in your stuff. I won't participate. Trust me, I'm boring.
ME: Hi! I am Liminal. I'm old. Not 20 something old because that is not old. I'm just old. (early 40s) I have been roleplaying for decades now, with 14 years on tumblr.
ps. quick note: if you tag me in something or make me a post and after a few hours I have not pressed that heart (like button), it means my notifs didn't alert me and/or I didn't see it. Don't be shy to poke me if you think that's the case.
1- Warning: This blog can and will be extremely triggering, with mentions of, but not limited to: kidnapping, death, murder, blood, manipulation, self harm, drugs and alcohol use, abuse, medical abuse and a bunch of others I will add as I think of them. What I will not write is the obvious: grape, anything involving harming children, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc...
2 - Drama: the rpc is chuck full of it and I want nothing to do with it. Keep your dirty laundry out of my face and we'll get along fine. If you have a problem with me, come to me, don't spread bullshit. And if you do, believe me, I won't fight or scream or write a huge ass response. You'll be very disappointed by how much I do not care what a stranger on the internet thinks of me.
3 - Length and activity: my lengths vary, but they can be intimidating because I like to write a lot. Don't be. You never have to match my length. As for my pace, I am slow. Drunk turtle slow. I have other obligations: I have a family which takes priority, a 40 hr job, and I'm tired at the end of the day. So don't expect quick replies unless I have sat at the computer for that specific reason, and even then, me being at the computer doesn't mean I'm here to write. Also, I reserve the right to choose what I feel like writing and who I feel like writing with. This does not mean I don't like you. It just means I'm more inspired in that moment. I won't be here all the time. I won't be here every day. Don't chase me... I beg you. I'll be here when I'm here.
4 - Plotting: I suck immensely at plotting. I usually get my ideas as I write. If you want to plot, you're free to approach me, but I probably won't be very good at it and my responses may be brief. Plotting is just hard and I tend to freeze on the spot. It's not because I don't like you or don't want to communicate. Respect that and don't get mad if you think I'm not returning the same 'enthusiasm'. It's not that, I just suck and get stuck when put on the spot like this. lol
5 - Threads: I don't want to take on too many. I might end up only taking a select few and see as things go. DO NOT TURN ASKS INTO THREADS UNPROMPTED. Please! They only add more threads and I get stressed. I wanna have fun, not be anxious by the amount of threads I have. You can ask me, and I will ask you, but the answer won't always be yes. Please don't take offence if I say no. It is not personal. I don't want to get overwhelmed.
6 - Smut: I don't mind writing it. It's fun actually, but I'd like to write other things too, so just... y'know, be mindful of that. I found a way to put my posts under read more that agrees with xkit, so those threads will be under read more unless it stops working. :) I tag everything that is n.s.f...w as #usfw.
Note: Billy will also be someone who's very, very hard to write smut with, so don't expect much on that front.
7 - formatting: I don't do super heavy formatting. I'll have icons, and maybe separators but everything else is very minimal. I keep most of my writing in regular font because I know it can be harder to read as small fonts. I make it look a lil fancy but it's nothing huge. I do, however, enjoy doing graphics so I may do more. But it's just for my own fun. Don't feel like you have to do the same. I'm here to write, not look at your photoshop skills (which is cool btw, but it won't influence if I wanna write with you or not.)
8 - Who I write with: I will only write with people who are mutuals with me. While I have made a few exceptions in the past, I realize this can take away from my mutuals who are waiting on a reply. I'm not a follow for follow blog and I very rarely follow blogs that are not roleplay based. If we do not follow each other and have questions, feel free to send! But I won't be roleplaying with regular blogs, sorry!
9 - finally: have fun. Be patient with me. Be kind. Respect my boundaries and I'll do the same in return.
The Iv bag mixed with a cocktail of meds continues to drip at the timed pace Billy wants it to. It keeps her more pliant and not as vicious as she could be if she was sober. She was put a medical high so no withdrawals to spiral her mood or stability. The restraints still on and she still had a catheter placed since she wasn't allowed off the bed.
"No, I would never think my handsome prince is stupid..." She smiled up at Billy. No trace of hazel in her eyes just her blown pupils. "I know..things.."
She was shooting her shot to at least maybe get to walk down the hallway to a supply room. "Please.. lemme help you.. please.. you want to see your princess don't you?"
"Kumari?" She name dropped the name she heard him say probably when he thought she was asleep one of the nights recently. The name had to have some value. "I can help get you energetic and I'll help you find her just please..." She lifted her hands up as the restraints clang on the bed rails.
"I'll be your messenger..birdie..don't clip my pretty wings.."
No, I would never think my handsome prince is stupid...
I know... things.
Billy sneers down at her. How pathetic she looks, buzzed to hell and back. Sheโs dangerous. Heโs seen what she can do to the guards โ one of them wonโt be coming back on the job. Despite his exhaustion, Billy feels sharp and alert enough to make sure she doesnโt go anywhere. He leans in, almost in kissing distance and leers: โNo, you donโt know things, youโre just high as a fuckinโ kite.โ
He leans back, inhaling sharply and pushing stray hairs from his brow. Please.. lemme help you.. please.. you want to see your princess don't you? Heโs looking at the chart โ whatโs new, whatโs old โ and freezes. What? Kumari? Now he looks at Katarina, eyes like brimstone and ice at once. โWhat did you just say?โ
I can help get you energetic and I'll help you find her just please... He stares. How the fuck does she know about Kumari? I'll be your messenger ..birdie ..don't clip my pretty wings. A flare in his gaze, and he grips the handle bar on the side of the bed so hard his knuckles lose their color.
Eyes roll. People just didn't learn. Year after year people came and never left. She was so fucking over it. The place was getting far too crowded and she was tired of all the new people coming in thinking it was fun and cool. It was a hell hole and she was stuck here. Dead. Never even having lived.
"God no, I thought about moving to LA, had my eyes on Marina del Rey but never got around to it. All because of this fucking house." She sighed, leaning forwards, just over the sidewalk, any further and she disappear, back into the prison that was Murder House.
"I mean you can go in there by all means, but good luck leaving in the morning. Some of the spirits in there don't like it when people get to leave." She smirked.
Leoben grunts. What is she talking about? Probably a homeless girl who doesnโt wanna share her place. He canโt blame her, considering. While the house stands abandoned, it does look like a squatterโs paradise.
Weโre stuck. โNot my problemโ, he retorts gruffly. Heโs already opened the window, letting in fresh air, letting out the stale. โLook, Iโm not trouble and I donโt want any. Like I said, I'll be gone by morning.โ The sky has gone a deep bruise color, and a rumble drags all the way into the earth, beneath his feet. He doesnโt wait, pushing himself past onto the ledge of the window and drops into the house.
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