bloody mary

Independent, selective roleplay account for Bloody Mary. From the show Supernatural, but very headcanon based and somewhat inspired by the urban legend. Multi-everything, several crossover verses.

[caelestimortemarchived]

@criesblood​ :  💬

                        “I want to turn back the clock to before…”

[criesblood]

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” Sorrow and bitterness behind her words, and the ghost sighed. “When would you go back to, if you could turn back time?” For a second she even wondered if maybe the archangel really could.

[criesblood]

briingmayflowers said: As part of her Beltane celebrations, May has made Mary a flower crown! The crown itself is made of poppies, daisies and forgetmenots interwoven around a willow circlet.

“I-- ?” A tentative hand reached out to touch the crown May placed upon her head, because what an odd thing it was for someone to gift flowers to a ghost that isn’t their ancestor. She inspected the present, delicately turning it around on her hand; it was quite beautiful and well crafted, the colors of the flowers complimenting one another perfectly. For a moment, Bloody Mary was almost suspicious, until it dawned on her that it was May 1st; halfway between spring equinox and summer solstice, a sacred day to many. She smiled and set the crown upon her dark locks again, understanding the significance of such a gesture.

“Thank you. I...lose track of time, sometimes.” All the time. Hard to keep up with days and seasons when most of your life was spent trapped in a mirror; though Mary didn’t outright say it, the explanation was her way of apologizing for being so suspicious. Her smile widened. “It’s a beautiful flower crown. Happy Beltane, May.” 

[ @briingmayflowers​ ]

[miithridatism]

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[criesblood]

untellably said: ❝ it’s my problem if i have no friends & feel i want to die. ❞

The ghost stopped right on her tracks, taken aback by the statement. Her posture straightened and worried gaze searched Telly’s expression to gauge how serious she was being. People always associated the urban legend of Bloody Mary with doom and gloom--- and to be fair, they weren’t too off the mark; the spirit with the tears of blood was terribly gloomy...but this? This far surpassed any darkness in Mary, and it frankly frustrated and saddened her. “It may be your problem,” she floated above ground, red streaks beginning to stain pale cheeks, “but take it from someone who is dead: it’s not better. It’s repetitive, confusing and lonelier than life can possibly be.” A stern look, housing a degree of melancholy within.

[ @untellably​​​​​ |||| Marina & the diamonds starters (accepting) ]

[criesblood]

timidstrcngth said: ❝ I’m too tired to talk, too tired to eat, too tired to think. ❞

”Are you sure you’re not sick?” If there was one advantage to being dead, it was never being afflicted by diseases ever again, but living people weren’t lucky in that regard. The spirit gave Valerie a once-over, scrutinizing her appearance for possible signs of sickness and finding none. “If it’s simply tiredness there’s no need to complain,” Bloody Mary pointed out, somewhat bluntly, “get some sleep and you’ll be good as new.” A pause, and she looked away, debating leaving it at that--- she preferred not getting involved. But part of her had always been caring, and that side won out in the end when she added: “You probably should make yourself eat something, to keep your strength up.”

[ @timidstrcngth​​ |||| the big sleep starters (always accepting) ]

[executivemusings]

starters from MARINA’s album, THE FAMILY JEWELS.

❝ was i meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change? ❞ ❝ do i need to lie to make my way in life? ❞ ❝ they say i’m a control freak, driven by a greed to succeed. ❞ ❝ it’s my problem if i have no friends & feel i want to die. ❞ ❝ once you cross the line, will you be satisfied? ❞ ❝ i wonder when the night will reach its end. ❞ ❝ sleep is not my friend. ❞ ❝ you’ve been acting awful tough lately, smoking a lot of cigarettes lately. ❞ ❝ you don’t always have to be on top. ❞ ❝ better to be hated than loved for what you’re not. ❞ ❝ you’re lovable, but you’re just troubled. ❞ ❝ can you teach me how to feel real? ❞   ❝ girls are not meant to fight dirty. ❞ ❝ not gonna bend over & curtsy for you. ❞ ❝ is there any possibility you’ll quite gossiping about me to hide your insecurities? ❞ ❝ i’ll do as i am told. ❞ ❝ you say yes to everything, will that guarantee you a win? ❞ ❝ i don’t know who i want to be. ❞ ❝ do you think that you’ll be good enough? ❞ ❝ won’t you quit your crying? i can’t sleep. ❞ ❝ one minute i’m a little sweetheart & next minute you are an absolute creep. ❞ ❝ all you ever think about is sick ideas involving me, involving you. ❞ ❝ i wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week. ❞ ❝ you never told me what it was that made you strong & what it was that made you weak. ❞   ❝ your mind is just like mine, all filled up with things benign. ❞ ❝ don’t get on my bad side, i can work a gun. ❞ ❝ i’m in the wrong place. ❞ ❝ they say you used to be so kind. ❞ ❝ i never knew you had such a dirty mind. ❞ ❝ i was the wrong damn girl in the wrong damn room. ❞ ❝ you’re abominable socially, you’re just a little bit too much like me. ❞ ❝ i wanna tell you a secret. ❞ ❝ you can keep your double standard, love, and keep it. ❞ ❝ don’t do love, don’t do friends, i’m only after success. ❞ ❝ don’t need money, don’t need fame, i just wanna make a change. ❞ ❝ i know exactly what i want & who i want to be. ❞ ❝ if i fail i’ll apart. ❞   ❝ maybe it is all a test. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’m the worst so i always act like i’m the best. ❞ ❝ i’ve got nowhere to go. ❞ ❝ this had better be worth my while. ❞ ❝ i feel numb most of the time. ❞ ❝ it’s a reasonable sacrifice. ❞ ❝ i can’t open up & cry, because i’ve been silent all my life. ❞ ❝ i’m no good to anyone. ❞ ❝ all i care about is being number one. ❞ ❝ i’m a guilty one & i know what i have done. ❞ ❝ i won’t be forgiven. ❞ ❝ i was just a kid that you could not forgive. ❞ ❝ i was just a kid and all i really wanted was my father. ❞ ❝ i’ve been sorry all these years. ❞

[criesblood]

thenightmareofyourdrems

“Really? And how it’s done then?” An eyebrow was firlmy arched at the sound of the other’s words. He was one of the strongest princes of hell. He was one of the greatest demons in the world. And yet, there he was: talking about his sunglasses with a ghost. Discussing on fashion. “I’ve got some burned eyes to hide”

“Here,” she handed him the paper, which just so happened to be a flyer from a sunglasses store. “You could pick something a little more...hm, stylish.” She better avoid offending the demon, so Bloody Mary tried to mind her words a little more. “Yeah, the eyes are unfortunate,” the ghost agreed, knowing how much of a pain her own bleeding eyes could be, “and I get that you were in a pinch when everything happened, but...you could get another pair of sunglasses. Or...another vessel entirely. Just saying.” 

[criesblood]

not-helpfcl

Reina rolls her eyes at Mary’s comment. “Oh come on, it’s an old spell. It should work fine.” Should being the Key word here. She never really took direction well. One of the reasons she was no longer with a coven. “The worst that happens is I get possessed or the cabin catches fire.”

“That’s part of the problem. Old spells are potent but they often lack fail-safes.” Mary wasn’t too fond of modern witchcraft, but even she had to admit new age witches were serious about protecting themselves before any workings. Ancient witches? Not so much. And Reina was a bit reckless, which only added to the ghost’s concern. Fingertips pressed to her forehead, eyes briefly closed as if she had a headache coming on. “You’re pretty much proving my point. Wouldn’t you rather avoid possession?” A glance around the place. “It’s not my cabin, if it burns it burns, but I figured you might care.”

[criesblood]

open: mutuals & non-mutuals !!

The ghost let out a judgmental hum while keen eyes scanned the piece of paper. “I don’t like it,” she finally stated, rather matter-of-factly, without much concern for how it came off. “There are better ways to do this, if you’ll only listen to me.”

[criesblood]

       B L O O D Y     M A R Y

[criesblood]

fabiusmaximusx said: ❛   i see the bad moon arising, i see trouble on the way.   ❜

A skeptical glance. “What trouble?” She thought Ciara was perhaps exaggerating a tad--- unless she was feeling a vibe Bloody Mary hadn’t picked up on. It was possible, her ability to sense when things were amiss dulled considerably after her death. The specter walked gracefully toward the open window, hands coming to rest on the sill and breeze softly blowing her dark locks. “I rather like the full moon,”  she remarked, eyes in the sky as she admired the glowing orb that cast a subtle light over the streets. "The energy, the chaos it brings...” a smile. “And if it brings trouble, I’m certain we can handle it.”

[ @fabiusmaximusx​ |||| chilling adventures of sabrina starters (accepting) ]

[nimarchive]

THE BIG SLEEP by RAYMOND CHANDLER ┊SENTENCE MEME feel free to change pronouns/whathaveyou

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ Get on with you. You heard me. ❞ 

❝ You didn’t say anything. You’re just a big tease. ❞ 

❝ You’re cute. I’m cute too. ❞ 

❝ It’s too hot in here for a man with blood in his veins. ❞ 

❝ You may smoke, sir. I like the smell of tobacco. ❞ 

❝ A nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy. ❞ 

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ I test very high on insubordination. ❞ 

❝ It was a ridiculous marriage of course, and it probably didn’t last a month, as a marriage. ❞ 

❝ Then she tried to sit in my lap. ❞ 

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ Do I have to be polite or can I just be natural? ❞

❝ Neither of them has any more moral sense than a cat. ❞ 

❝ Are you attempting to tell me my duties? ❞ 

❝ You’re not much of a gusher are you? ❞ 

❝ I don’t see what there is to be cagey about, and I don’t like your manners. ❞ 

❝ I didn’t ask to see you. You sent for me. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind you ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a scotch bottle. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind your showing me your legs. They’re very swell legs and it’s a pleasure to make their acquaintance. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. ❞ 

❝ But don’t waste your time trying to cross-examine me. ❞ 

❝ People don’t talk like that to me. ❞ 

❝ My God, you are a big dark handsome brute! ❞ 

❝ I ought to throw a Buick at you. ❞ 

❝ I loathe masterful men, I simply loathe them. ❞ 

❝ Just what is it you’re afraid of? ❞ 

❝ Get out! Damn you, get out! ❞ 

❝ I see. You interest me. Rather vaguely. ❞ 

❝ As a matter of fact I’m not here. You’re just seeing things. ❞ 

❝ Tut tut. Come into my boudoir. ❞ 

❝ So you like roulette. You would. ❞ 

❝ I like you. You believe in miracles. ❞ 

❝ She has a beautiful little body, hasn’t she? You ought to see mine. ❞ 

❝ You’re as cold-blooded a beast as I ever met. ❞ 

❝ Oh, go to hell. ❞ 

❝ You know such lovely people. ❞ 

❝ Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. ❞ 

❝ I don’t know hell’s first whisper about you. ❞ 

❝ You might be a life taker for all I know. ❞ 

❝ I’ve been shaking two nickels together for a month, trying to get them to mate. ❞ 

❝ You think you’re so smart and you’re so goddamned dumb. ❞ 

❝ I’m too tired to talk, too tired to eat, too tired to think. ❞ 

❝ Remember me? I met you about a hundred years ago – or was it yesterday? ❞ 

❝ You hinted you had something for me. What is it? ❞ 

❝ You and I ought to get along. ❞ 

❝ I wish to Christ I didn’t know half the stuff that’s brought to me. ❞ 

❝ Knowing other people’s business is the worst investment a man can make. ❞ 

❝ Are you my bodyguard now? ❞ 

❝ You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober.  I mean, just for the record. ❞ 

❝ I’ve even thought of marrying him. ❞ 

❝ I love a nice walk in the fog. You meet such interesting people. ❞ 

❝ I could get as drunk as two sailors and love it. ❞ 

❝ My heart’s in my mouth doing this. ❞ 

❝ You have wicked eyes. ❞ 

❝ He hasn’t many illusions, but I suppose he still has his pride. ❞ 

❝ We’re his blood. That’s the hell of it. ❞ 

❝ I don’t want him to die despising his own blood. ❞ 

❝ It was always wild blood, but it wasn’t always rotten blood. ❞ 

❝ So you shoot people. You’re a killer. ❞ 

❝ Thanks, lady. You’re no English muffin yourself. ❞ 

❝ Let’s get out of this rotten little town. ❞ 

❝ Hold me close, you beast. ❞ 

❝ Kissing is nice, but your father didn’t hire me to sleep with you. ❞ 

❝ You son of a bitch. ❞ 

❝ Don’t think I’m an icicle. I’m not blind or without senses. I have warm blood. ❞ 

❝ You’re easy to take – too damned easy. ❞ 

❝ If you say that again, I’ll scream. ❞ 

❝ Men have been shot for little things like that. ❞ 

❝ Men have been shot for practically nothing. ❞ 

❝ Get it through your lovely head. I work at it. I don’t play at it. ❞ 

❝ I think the whole thing was just some kind of an act. If I wanted to flatter myself, I’d say it was at least partly for my benefit. ❞ 

❝ Do I have to tell you I loathe your guts, Mister Detective? ❞ 

❝ You have a lovely way with women. ❞ 

❝ I liked kissing you. ❞ 

❝ You kept your head beautifully. That’s so flattering. ❞ 

❝ Should I congratulate you, or my father? ❞ 

❝ Take me away from here, if you will be so kind. I’m quite sure I’d like to go home. ❞ 

❝ You won’t be a sister to me? ❞ 

❝ If I had a razor, I’d cut your throat – just to see what ran out of it. ❞ 

❝ Cute, aren’t I? ❞ 

❝ I bet you can’t even guess how I got in. ❞ 

❝ You came through the keyhole, just like Peter Pan. ❞ 

❝ You’re cute, aren’t you? ❞ 

❝ I’m all undressed. ❞ 

❝ By God, it was right at the back of my mind. I was groping for it. I almost had it, when you spoke. ❞

❝ I always wear my rubbers in bed myself, in case I wake up with a bad conscience and have to sneak away from it. ❞ 

❝ That’s nice, but I’ve already seen it all. Remember? I’m the guy that keeps finding you without any clothes on. ❞ 

❝ Listen, you don’t really care anything about me. You’re just showing me how naughty you can be. ❞

❝ You’ve been following me around for a couple of days. Like a fellow trying to pick up a girl and lacking the last inch of nerve. ❞ 

❝ I’m psychic. Shake your business up and pour it. I haven’t got all day. ❞ 

❝ She’s too big for you. She’ll roll on you and smother you. ❞

❝ I wouldn’t even argue with you. I wouldn’t waste the oxygen. ❞ 

❝ You didn’t ever get socked in the kisser, did you? ❞ 

❝ Did you know that worms are of both sexes and any worm can love any other worm? ❞ 

❝ Then I’m afraid you’re in a bad spot. And I hate killing. ❞ 

❝ I was afraid you’d come back. ❞ 

❝ We had a date. I told you it was all arranged. ❞ 

❝ This is the last time. The next fast one you pull I’ll throw you to the lions, no matter whose heart it breaks. ❞ 

❝ Stand there, you son of a bitch. ❞ 

❝ So you’re just a brute after all. An utter callous brute. ❞ 

❝ You tire me. God, how you tire me! ❞ 

❝ Can I go on being a son of a bitch, or do I have to become a gentleman like that lush passed out in his car the other night? ❞ 

[likamartini]

Bad day…Bad life…

[tatturmemes]

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[criesblood]

ofwrittenschemes said: ‘  all these people are passed out on the floor of my motel room.  ’ (Norman)

A snort. “They’re hungover, right? I heard them blasting music late last night, I’m pretty sure there was a party going on.” Norman and Norma tried so hard to cultivate a spotless reputation for their motel, but when there weren’t murders there were pot dealers staying there, or, at the moment, wild springbreakers. The spirit felt a little bad for the mother-son duo, but it could be worse; she didn’t think the partiers were so horrible. A smirk tugged on the corners of Bloody Mary’s lips. “Bright side, at least they’re not dead, this time.” It was grim humor, but what else did one expect from a vengeful ghost? It was an honest attempt to cheer Norman up. “Let them sleep it off, or throw water on them. Your call.”

[ @ofwrittenschemes​​ |||| last young renegades lyrics starters (accepting!) ]

[criesblood]

ofwrittenschemes said: “You thought this was what? It’s a bath bomb. Nothing more and nothing less.” (Rebecca, college verse)

“ ... Oh.“  Great, as if she wasn’t eccentric enough without asking suspicious questions to her sorority sisters. They knew Mary to have witchy tastes, so perhaps Rebecca wouldn’t find her inquiry all that weird. “Well, it looks like a spell blend, a variation of a spell bag and spell jar. It’s...kind of a witchcraft thing, don’t worry about it.“ From inside mirrors, Bloody Mary had witnessed many scientific breakthroughs and inventions over the centuries, but the ghost posing as human had never come across a bath bomb until now. “Does it do what it sounds like? Explodes in the bath?” Pale fingers reached to take the round thing from Rebecca, turning it over to examine it. It was pink, glittery, the soft scent of roses emanating from it, and it felt like a smooth powder. Mary smiled, perceptive. “It’s one of those self-care things, isn’t it? I like it, it’s very pretty.” She handed it back, still smiling.

[ @ofwrittenschemes​​ |||| witchy starters (accepting!) ]