— intellect and airplay

I’ve a l w a y s had the upper hand.

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[teddy-spurling-blog]

Olivia, Salem, Alex, Dawn, Bo, Ricky

do the sexy love™ with: I umm… This probably sounds terrible, but I’ll have to pick Salem. Only when she’s older, though– I’m not a pedo, I swear.

sacrifice myself for: Olivia. I’d do anything for her, really.

kick: Dawn, but more in a joking way. I wouldn’t want to hurt her.

take to prom: Bo. I think we could have a lot of fun together.

abandon in jurassic park: Alex. I have nothing against her, though. 

push off a bridge: Ricky. He doesn’t deserve anything better.

[raven--murray]

maggie, darry, dawn, london, neena, hannah

do the sexy love™ with: Neena, no doubt. He has one of like… the hottest bodies I have ever seen.

sacrifice myself for: I think I’ll have to say Darry.

kick: London– she’s a bit of a brat, isn’t she?

take to prom: Maggie. She’s adorable, so that could be fun.

abandon in jurassic park: Dawn, maybe? But I’d hope she’d survive.

push off a bridge: And for this, I have to put Hannah. But I think she’s cool, so I probably wouldn’t.

[dawn--ofthedead]

teddy, keith, derek, autumn, natasha, kerria

send 6 characters/people and i’ll tell you who i would;

do the sexy love™ with: derek. he’s very large.

sacrifice myself for: autumn. she introduced me to a terrifying yet magical place called ‘disneyland’. i don’t like crowds, so i panicked a little. she stuck by me even still, made everything a little bit better. i’d do the same for her.

kick: keith. he’s a puzzle. one that i can’t solve. it’s infuriating.

take to prom: kerria, most likely. she’s very… bouncy. it’d make the event more enjoyable.

abandon in jurassic park: theodore. because i think he’d have a few tricks up his sleeve. he’d survive.

push off a bridge: natasha.

( @teddy-spurling, @deadbcywalking, @derekbromagen, @autumnclarke, @beautifulbasketcase, @ghostofyoshi )

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malia tate: favorite outfits + hairstyles 3/?

[deadbcywalking]

Roughly a year and a half had passed since Keith ended up in the Murder House’s grip, and most days you wouldn’t find him complaining. Much like how he lived out his last days, he had absolutely no responsibility. He could do as he pleased, when he pleased, with no repercussion. Hell, he’d even been able to chop off his own fingers in some twisted poker game with one of the basement dwellers, and both his hands healed right up within a matter of hours.

While existing that way surely was a treat, there were days (much like this one) where Keith found himself quite restless. The boundaries of the house were at fault, and knowing that he couldn’t come and go as he wanted to, like the spirits did on Halloween, was the greatest downfall of being dead. Even testing his ghostly limits were a bore when he couldn’t go haunt the shit out of his parents.

In that mindset, the restless spirit trudged onward through the halls, hands shoved in his pockets. He was on his way to the first floor when suddenly, there was a pull in the very core of him. Something he never felt before, and if he was being honest —- it freaked him out a little bit. That was until he appeared in the library, only to find a familiar voice calling out his full name.

How the hell’d she do that? He had to wonder, though pushing it back in his mind he figured now was as good a time as any to step into the picture. Coming up from behind her, Keith rounded the table until he was in her sight.

                                                                 “You rang?”

[dawn--ofthedead]

With only the tapping of her pencil keeping her awake, Dawn found herself beginning to lean on her hand, lids growing heavy. She wasn’t opposed to taking a nap, (never was) but in all seriousness how was that supposed to help her finish studying? A sudden productive decision led her to flip the pages back to the book’s dictionary and begin highlighting each mathematical term in different colors --- though pretty much pointless, she liked to highlight and thought it a good alternative to get the gears going in her head.

Three meaninglessly highlighted words later and the sound of a particular voice colored the area, bringing her attention up. Keith. The curious-looking brunette stared at him once he’d fallen in her sights, surprised and a little startled --- it was quiet on her end for a moment for that very reason, her mind coming up blank. Though highlighting had woke her up a tad, seeing him opened her eyes completely, and she was relieved; he was a distraction that she desperately needed.

A quick jolt to her brain had her finally attempting to speak… but was immediately reminded of the highlighter in her mouth as her words were muffled behind it. She removed it and tried again. " I called, " she corrected... needlessly --- though now woken up her tone came eager as did her overall vibe.

Propping her elbows up on the table, she leaned forward slightly. " You heard... So it’s true? " It was, in one word, awesome... unless he’d been within earshot the entire time. The information that ghosts could hear from practically anywhere had been passed onto her; it fascinated her that it actually worked, but this only aided in confirming Keith had met his fate. She’d already caught on, sure, but she wanted to hear it from him.

[eternalhousewife]

“—-I’ve seen that look before.” Milly offered a small smile to her opposite, hoping she wasn’t busted. Sometimes it wasn’t so easy playing the living card. “Would you believe me if I said I was the house mother?”

[dawn--ofthedead]

“ I could, ” Dawn returned honestly, examining the woman. She couldn’t help but question every individual encountered now --- as there was no real distinct difference between the living and the dead to the untrained eye. “ I mean, it wouldn’t matter much to me if you weren’t, but we could go with that if you want. ”

[dawn--ofthedead]

( @deadbcywalking )

At a table in the library --- with her backpack at her feet, a notebook, along with her math textbook out in front of her, Dawn sat with her focus down. It’d been awhile since she’d just come to the Murder House to study… and at about twenty minutes in, she realized why. She couldn’t concentrate. Maybe it was just being in the house, but her mind was r a c i n g. At the moment, math homework just seemed incredibly inconsequential.

A sudden glance up; agitated with her inability to understand Algebra. She needed a break from thinking; however short. The brunette allowed her sights, as well as her brain, to w a n d e r --- and briefly, her features softened when a certain boy came to mind. “ ...Keith? ” She called out suddenly. It was a first. A thought that there may be another spirit by the name of Keith in the house had her tensing suddenly, “ Keith Renner? ” Just to be sure. Dark brown hues wandered across the area; she wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect.

It didn’t take her too long to discover the house was haunted by ghosts--… Correction, it didn’t take her too long to discover the house was haunted by ghosts who looked very similar to real, breathing people. Between her aroused curiosity on the building leading her to the library for information, and not only hearing about her friend, Autumn’s death on the news, but speaking with her, face-to-face, in the house not too long after, she connected the dots on her own decently quick.

The one thing she was still having trouble with on the matter was how the spirits appeared so corporeal, so r e a l. To the naked eye, anyone she’d encountered could be a ghost. She’d been brought up on the idea that, sure, they existed --- but in the form of a b r e e z e in a room with no windows. She could accept that. But this… there was no logic. Their bodies were gone, how could they still exist in such a way? It bothered her a bit, but at the same time, intrigued her. She wished to understand.

The house was already f a s c i n a t i n g on its own, exciting. Its vibe emanated activity; it’s what drew her in in the first place. The fact that it was haunted as well only added to its appeal.

After about a minute without seeing anyone in immediate sight, Dawn exhaled a quiet sigh. It was worth a shot. Maybe calling upon ghosts required more. Having not seen him since Halloween, she could only w o n d e r what he’d been up to... and she’d be lying if she said he hadn’t crossed her mind since. Shoulders dropped and she looked back down to her textbook --- irritation immediately finding her features again as she began reading over the section for the meaning of variables.

[dawn--ofthedead]

#tdhu:task » [ task 001 ] — dawn woods + moodboard

“ i haven’t failed. i’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. ”

[dawn--ofthedead]

* deadbcywalking

send me a * and an url and my muse will talk about that muse whilst drunk;

Dawn had taken over her temporary sorority room; her illegal ass had snagged a bottle of alcohol from the kitchen for a one-person party, and she’d turned the stereo all the way up to completely cut everyone else out. It was her nineteenth birthday, and due to the circumstances, parties were prohibited in the house — which she called bullshit on. It wasn’t that big of a deal now, though; she’d taken a few shots and had lost the competency to think.

Someone had entered the room, however, turned down the music, and began to lecture the girl… but Dawn didn’t notice. Hell, she couldn’t even hear them — having completely tuned them out before they’d even walked in. Keith, the so-called bully of Westfield High, had been on her mind since about her third swig. She’d seen him in the house, knew she had – twice – but since, had yet to see him… anywhere; and she visited several times a week.

Quite honestly the girl had hoped to run into him again – especially during this time spent locked up in the house – but he was nowhere to be seen. She wouldn’t go as far as to think he was hiding from her. Why would he? But she wondered where he might be, when she’d see him again — if ever. “ I just think there was a reason he stood up for me, ” she voiced suddenly, interrupting her lecture, before taking another swig — wasn’t intentional; she was just drunk and her thoughts had finally made their way to her mouth.

“ I didn’t know him, ” she cut in again after swallowing, angering her opposite further — not that she really cared. “ He was there for me for no reason… then for the rest of the year, nobody bothered me because then they would of had to of dealt with Keith Renner. We never even talked after that. I think we had one class together… but that was it. Then he left the school; died, supposedly, but I’ve seen him here. If he’s dead, I’ve seen his ghost. I just think there was a reason he stood up for me and when I see him again I’m going to find out what that reason was. ”

( @deadbcywalking )

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