HARK THE ANGELS WAIL [18+]

NSFW OC MULTI MUSE RP BLOG ❝Thought the ink was dried But hellish gardens flowered Ivy to be climbed Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds ❞ 18+ CONTENT - HORROR / SOMETIMES SMUT / ETC

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who wants one of the girls?

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the blood will always                               stain                                        my hands

and no matter how much i                  clean                         them the      blood              still                    remains                               under                                       my s   k   i   n

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OPEN STARTER FOR ▶ M IMPORTANT FACTS TO KNOW : Aimee is a Siren (and a mermaid in human form) working at a mysterious carnival that just appeared in town overnight. She has a singing act that draws crowds in from outside and after her show, she retreats back to her tent.

The hum upon her lips was SOFT, yet somehow it managed to travel along as she peered at herself in the mirror. Nimble fingers idly COMBED through long blonde locks, without a care in the world as to what was happening outside of her tent. Her job was DONE for the day. She sang her song, which as per usual caused hordes of people to flock towards the carnival and with that there wasn’t any thing else for her to do except ENJOY the night. She knew by the end of the night some souls would be lost to the RING LEADER like always, but it caused her no ache in her heart. The smile playing upon her lips told that plain as day, though it faltered slightly as her tents opening rustled and a figure emerged into her private space. The hum that had surely drawn the stranger in caught in her throat and she turned quickly towards the intruder. ❝You’re not ALLOWED to be in here.❞

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Martha Higareda

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JDMORGANZ’S FOLLOWER CELEBRATION Top 10 Hugh Jackman Characters (as voted by my followers) ↳ #2. P.T. Barnum - The Greatest Showman

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we’re thinking of a revamp here. let me know what you think <3

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OPEN STARTER Quick note: Faye is pyrokinetic. She can create and control fire at will. Think of pyro from xmen and you’re basically set on powers. 

Faye rarely LEFT the circus grounds once it had appeared in a town, but lately she had been feeling restless - so she couldn’t help herself. Slipping away was easy enough, and soon she was wondering the streets idly. There was no purpose to her footfalls, she was simply BEING free for a little while. A cigarette dangled from her lips for a long time, before she lifted a hand and quickly SNAPPED her fingers. Normally one would need a LIGHTER in order to smoke a cigarette, but Faye was special. A small spark appeared above her thumb and pointer finger and without even glancing around to see if anyone noticed, she lit the stick between her lips and inhaled. She didn’t CARE if anyone saw - it wasn’t as if anyone would believe them anyways, so why try to hide her power?

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ofsacriilege​:

Though she’s had her fair share of rebellion like any teenager - a party or two here and there - Rosa isn’t exactly known for getting into trouble or any massive amount of underage drinking, so she knows even before his suggestion that the alcohol likely won’t be drank with any sort of delicate grace. “Thanks for the tip,” she hums with a laugh, glancing down at the cup for a moment. There’s a breath of space where she ponders the raw level of stupidity of taking a drink from a relative stranger, but she’s not in the head space to consider it for long and, hell, he hasn’t hurt her yet. So she downs the drink after him, quick as she can manage as her face scrunches up from the burning taste down the back of her throat. “Smooth.” It’s a joke that pairs well with the coughed laugh that follows. “I suppose you have ideas on how we’ll do that? You do seem to have a plan for everything.”

Watching her with mild interest, his lips quirked upward once more as she downed the drink to the best of her ability. PERFECT. There was nothing special in the drink of course, no trick on his part but that didn’t mean it wasn’t in his favor. Lowered inhibitions in a girl always HAD been his favorite thing after all. The smirk upon his features lasted ANOTHER MOMENT before he gently whisked the glass from her hold and crossed back to the bar. For a split second he contemplated if he should get them another round - but there would be time for that LATER. Plenty if he had anything to say on the matter. Instead, he set the empty glasses down before turning back to her and addressing her question. A VALID one by all means. ❝Oh I’ve ALWAYS got a plan. I’m not the boss around here for nothing after all        ❞ Holding his arms out widely as if to gesture to the circus as a WHOLE, William’s grin widened before he continued with a tsk of his tongue. ❝But I think this would entirely depend upon what you want and NEED my dear. What would make YOU feel better. After all, you’ve been through the mud tonight. Only you know what you need.❞

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I know it would be cliche but im gonna need a Joe/l Ki/nna/man fc’ed muse for my girl Gabbi over here. I don’t make the rules.

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Starter call for my fire child?

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Obsessed with the song from the AHS: Freakshow trailer! 

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ofsacriilege​:

“I’ll do my best, but no promises.” It’s easier said than done, but Rosa knows it’s best for everyone if she doesn’t let them completely ruin her night. After all, how often does the carnival come into town? Why not try her best to have some good story to tell for tonight, not just a tale of woe and heartbreak? She’s already off to a good start with William whisking her off into the night and as long as he doesn’t murder her or anything, she’s counting it on her short list of successes for the night. “I, uh…technically, I’m not old enough to legally drink,” she admits with a nervous laugh, though the thought of alcohol does sound pretty damn good. “But I won’t tell if you won’t? I’ll definitely take the company either way. God knows you’ve already improved my night a ton.”

Muttering a quiet THERE’S A GOOD GIRL beneath his breath, William poured her a drink as well and handed it off just as soon as he got close enough to her once more. He smiled down at her and offered a quick WINK to silently tell her that their secret was safe with him. No one would come poking around for her tonight anyways. Not after the story she had told him - so he wasn’t worried in the slightest that they would get caught. In fact, he was SECURE in the fact that they would be alone for as long as he wished for them to be. Surely GABBI, his hired muscle was around here somewhere making sure of that. Always at a distance though, just out of sight. Waiting to be called upon - and while he NORMALLY would allow her first crack at those he’s whisked away, perhaps Rosa shall be the anomaly. He’s suddenly got other plans for her, and he’d like to see them play out without interference. ❝I suggest drinking it QUICKLY then if you’re not used to the taste. Goes down EASIER that way.❞ Without another word, he downed his drink with a quiet hum and glanced her way over the rim of the glass, eager to see if she took his advice or not. ❝Then we can see about improving your night even MORE huh?❞

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ofsacriilege​:

She feels like a fucking idiot for letting the two of them break her heart like this, but every time she tries to push the hurt away and bury it, the sting just comes right back to mix with the anger twisting in her chest. Stupid girl. You should have known better. Her self-deprecating inner monologue is broken by his words and she wishes she could say she wasn’t quite so attached to his flattering words. A smarter version of her - a version less dazed by grief and hurt - might be far more suspicious of a strange man she barely knew laying on compliments and taking her back to his tent alone, but Rosa is certainly not that version in the current moment. “Clearly they don’t agree with you,” she mumbles with a sigh before giving a shrug and a laugh. “I mean, I do, but what can I do? I don’t even know if they’re still here and even if they are, it’s two against one and I already look like an idiot. Best I can hope for is to get my stuff out of his apartment while he’s at work tomorrow and block their numbers.”

❝How about this, you forget about them for now. Forget about all of it for TONIGHT.❞ It wouldn’t be easy for her, William knew this, but in time it would be possible. As long as she stayed here. As long as he was in control of the situation. Karma - in some form - would come for the two that had betrayed her. His CARNIVAL would happily see to that. As guests were slowly allowed to trickle out, they would be compelled to stay until a punishment was found. Until then, they weren’t a concern. Neither for him, nor should they be for her. Without warning, William rose to his feet and crossed to one side, where a makeshift bar was set up. He poured a drink for himself and then peered over his shoulder towards her direction with a quirk of his brow. ❝I know the grief seems like a LOT right now, but maybe a drink would help? And some FRIENDLY company? If revenge is what you’re after, we can see to that later - but for now, I think you should just relax.❞

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ofsacriilege​:

Rosa laughs at the comment about beauty, but she’s not desperate enough for compliments to argue at the moment. Finally satisfied with her appearance, she turns her attention from her own reflection to the room - or tent, she supposes - around them, glancing at all the comforts inside. Her first thought is how much of a pain it must be to pack up and unpack everything each time they move, but she figures they’ve probably got some kind of system to make it easier. After all, they do this for a living and she’s just a casual fan of their work. A sigh falls from her at the question and she moves to slump down into a chair across from him, trying to decide exactly how much backstory he needs. “Well, you know, I thought it’d be a fun night to come here with him and my best friend, ride some rides, have some fun, yeah? We’d been walking around for a bit and they wanted to go on the ferris wheel but I get vertigo up that high, so I figured I’d let them go and I’d grab some cotton candy for us all when they got back down.” A low, shuddering breath fills her lungs back up with oxygen as she does her best not to ruin the makeup she just fixed with the retelling of her heartbreak. “I come back and they’re up at the top and he’s too busy sticking his tongue down her fucking throat to even notice me there. A two year relationship and an eight year friendship, down the fucking drain. So, yeah, I don’t know. I feel like a dart or two is a little justified.”

William allowed the girl to tell her story in peace, keeping quiet even as she paused to collect herself before continuing. HEARTBREAK. It wasn’t his first run in with this kind of thing. It was as if the carnival itself made people act out. Perhaps it was the GENERAL atmosphere of the place - the lights and sounds making it seem all a FANTASY and that whatever happened here would go away with the tents the next morning. Much like Vegas. Or perhaps it was the darker ENERGIES tied to every fiber of the place, making people act upon even their deepest urges. William didn’t know, but he didn’t much care to find out either. It was something he was simply used to, but OBVIOUSLY Rosa hadn’t the same sense as he did about the place and so he allowed her a moment to grieve. Meanwhile a hand rose to idly tap at his chin as he nodded along to her story, and it was only after she was finished did he speak up once more. ❝It isn’t right. To take such a BEAUTIFUL thing like yourself and smash it into pieces.❞ An idea popped into William’s head at that, and he resisted the smirk that threatened to creep onto his face. ❝If I were you, I’d be wanting more than just a FEW darts to make them both suffer.❞