A Magical Tour de Force

Welcome to Fright Night! I am Peter Vincent. Illusionist and magician extraordinaire! I will compel you. I shall put a spell on you and now you're min-Bugger this! Who wrote this crap script?! My show isn't a fucking Disney show! Whoever wrote this is fired! Fucking hell. If you need something, ask my guy. I need a cocktail. [[ An independant roleplaying blog for Peter Vincent from Fright Night (2011). Mun and muse are over the age of eighteen. Willing to roleplay with any fandom. I take no claim on the gifs used on this blog. NSFW because Peter doesn't give a shit. ]]

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Art commissions

Whale, seeing as my birthday is fast approaching without a paycheck yet in sight, I was hoping I could sell some art so that I could buy myself some sort of gift as a pick-me up for these darkest of days.

Anyway, on with the commission info for those who may be interested:

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As if We Never Said Goodbye | Ginger & Peter |

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His house. This had to be some great big joke that one his managers was pulling. Regardless of whoever was hired to play was doing a rather good job of it. But his hand on her wrist, even though the hold was far stronger and ill intentioned then any previous time. How his fingers felt around her wrist was haunting familiar and it made her hesitate, her feature contorting into a mix of confusion and sadness. What had she done to anyone to make them want to orchestrate such a thing. The moment was brief, the feelings pushed down as he pushed her away which only caused her to stumble briefly.

“Set me up? Baby cakes I think you have this whole thing turned around. You’re the one playing dress up here.” She held the wrist he had previous had had a strong grip on in her other hand. “I have to hand it to you though, for an actor you have him dead on. Right down the voice, his looks…” Right down his down right asshole-ish behavior. “Unless I’m hallucinating that you’re here.” Which she was really hoping was the case at this point. A ghost was better then whatever cruel trick this was. “If vampires can be real so can ghosts.”

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The nickname echoed throughout his head placing a sense of familiarity which could not be doubted. Ginger used affectionate nick names with just about everyone, but. . . something was off. Peter was certain something was very off with this situation. "Dress up, right." The illusionist scoffed, rolling his eyes at the shit that was coming out of this wannabe's mouth. Peter gestured to himself in rope and all, obviously there is no makeup besides the smears of his eyeliner and fake tattoos. No one could ever replicate this fine thing, okay, thanks. "Tch." His anger did not falter one bit within him, but there was much confusion. Oh, so much. Why would someone do this? Why is she here? What the fuck is going on? "Aliens, too! How do I know you're one of those mind playing aliens? Huh?" Peter was well aware of alternative universes and aliens, so why wouldn't she be part of that? Alien, most likely. She sure as hell wasn't a damn zombie. "Just get out and everyone happy, alright?" Goddamn it, he wasn't drunk enough for this bullshit. 

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                                            |  Peter & Ginger  |

Take it off, I wanna love ya And err’body wanna touch ya You’re moving right, wanna see whats up under Then back it up, beep beep, like a trucker Nice thighs, nice waist, and you know I can’t forget about your face But don’t none of that matter, I’m about to make your pocket fatter Girl I just wanna see you strip right now, ‘cause its late, babe Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you sexy, Goddamn you sexy, God damn you sexy Girl I just wanna see you 

                                  Strip - Chris Brown feat. Kevin McCall

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Jerry Dandrige: I don’t need an invitation if there’s no house. 

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Fright Night (2011)

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In my ask tell me how you predict I'm going to die.

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Byron and Shelley, the renowned Romantic poets, haunt their old hideaway, the Swiss Villa Diodati. We do mean literally— the pair are ghosts! So while they likely cannot touch you, drop by for a interesting chat with this chapter of the Dead Poets Society.

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