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BEREFT - [adj.] deprived of or lacking something, esp. a nonmaterial asset. indie rp | nsfw #deseritur

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[defiantviolet]

"We’ve been over this, Nora. You’re dead. Big surprise."

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You're dead. "---- I don't remember. Why don't I remember?" 

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"----What is this? These aren't mine. These aren't my belongings. I'm... I'm confused..."

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"Mama, what happened to me?"

The question seems to catch Nora off guard, but she's quick in recovery and already scooping the child into her arms and holding him close. "---Nothing. Nothing at all. You're perfect. You're everything I've ever wanted." 

[fashionsfromhistory]

Evening Dress

c.1924

Vintage Textile

[themightyvolstagg]

Go on anon and pretend you're my muse's kid and ask something!

[scarredswordarchive-deactivated]

              Her panic caused Dean to falter, and it only seemed to back up his theory that maybe she didn’t understand the situation she was in. The hunter sighs as he recalls the information he’d read about the Murder House, trying to pinpoint which spirit she was so that maybe he could have more of a chance talking to her.

                             ❝My name’s Dean—- hopefully I can help you.❞

              The Winchester forces a smile as his eyes scan the house, looking for any signs of any of the other spirits attached to the place. At the moment, it seemed like it was only him and ——— Nora. She had to be Nora.

                            ❝Thaddeus,❞ Dean whispers quietly, nodding. ❝Your son. That’s who you’re lookin’ for, isn’t it?❞

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Nora's expression twists into confusion. He knew Thaddeus' name. She's not sure whether that should bring her comfort or not, but she doesn't give herself enough time to ponder on it. It only matters that she finds him. She wants her baby back. That's all she wants. 

                  "Y-Yes. Thaddeus. My baby." 

Dean. His smile puts her at ease for the moment, but with how fickle her emotions are she could be set off again at a moment's notice. At least for now, she is placated. Her bright blues scan the hallway once more, daring to step towards Dean as a sign of trust. He could help her, couldn't he? That's what he'd said after all. 

                  "I'm so---- confused. Everything is... wrong." 

It's more a statement to herself than Dean as she turns, glimpses at the furnishings that are not hers; remnants of tenants past. Her movements give Dean an unintentional view of the large exit wound at the back of her skull but she doesn't seem to notice.

[eireneofathens]

You think I came all the way here from Philadelphia for this? This life? This... house?

[onephofeminism-deactivated20170]

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[dear-indies]

Reblog if you're an AHS Indie RP account.

We are creating a giant master-list for American Horror Story RP Indies

Must be following dear-indies. 

Must reblog, no likes.

Must be an Indie RP blog.

OC’s and Genderbent characters may also reblog.

[lilysrabess]

"You think I came all the way here from Philadelphia for this? This life? This house?”

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2.

Nora is pretty much a prude when it comes to affection and intimacy. She hadn't married Charles out of love, but out of money and security and she only slept with him to fulfill her want for a baby. Other than that, she's never been affectionate with her husband. Or anyone else, for that matter.

[wormwoodandhoney]

girls fighting evil: roaring 20s

Black cat on my door-step, black cat on my window-sill  If one black cat don’t cross me, another black cat will 

black cat, hoot owl blues- ma rainey

(they’re out for the night when the things come for them at the cotton club.  but hell, they’re not afraid of nothing, not even monsters.  it’s the 20s. ladies are the monsters now.)

[witchbiitch-deactivated20131210]

WOWOWOWOW. Thank you so very much all of you for following me, and putting up with me { and Madison—  We all know how she can be } I gained 300 + all in a little less than a month, and I think that’s really awesome and calls for a giveaway thingy don’t you think? So here it is! This is to thank all of you for following me. I hope to roleplay, and get to know you all OOC. 

welp, here are the rules -- 

Following me, obvi. You have to be following me.

reblogs only { only once please }

i’ll be using a generator to pick a fair winner. { im not cheating. PROMISE! }

no likes!

RP BLOGS ONLY

end date is November 15th

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She feels like Cinderella; but instead of a ball, it is Halloween and instead of glittering gowns there are garish costumes and screaming kids as they barrel down the decorated streets, buckets of candy held high above their heads.

At midnight, she'll be trapped again in the prison of the Murder House, but for now she roams free and Nora plans to take advantage of every single moment of freedom given to her.

[ohfiendangelical]

|✖|—;;     Perhaps, a rather long time ago, Zero did know one or two of the ghosts of this house and thought of them as friends. However, times have changed and so has he, and the only reason he sets foot into the home is to find items to sell and pawn. He does his best to avoid the spirits, especially if he thinks he might know them, and sticks to one of the things he does best: stealing.      However, he’s taken notice of today. A feminine and pained voice addresses him, calling him by the name of the ghost who shares his face. An honest mistake, considering they’re eerily identical, but the sore response still comes: “Hell no. Not Tate at all.” 

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The response she gets is not one she expected, although in hindsight she really wasn't sure what she was expecting. The bitterness in his tone has Nora's already fragile state dissolving into quiet weeping, in which she dabs the handkerchief in her bony fingers to her eyes and blots away the fat tears that spill. So this wasn't Tate ---- even so, if she ran across this boy again, it was almost a given she'd mistake him for the Langdon boy a second time. Her memory was short and the longer she lived in the house the harder it was to recall things. 

She leans forward, though, squinting at the blond as though trying to make out who he could be, but she doesn't think she's met him before. At least--- not that she recalls. "--- Who are you, then?"