Kyle Spencer

Independent and semi-selective Kyle Spencer from American Horror Story: Coven. Multi-Verse, Multi-Muse, Multi-Whatever Friendly. OC Friendly. Mun and Muse are of age. This blog may become triggering so don't follow if you are bothered by that sort of thing. Please read guidelines first. sideblog for plotitup

[fcknbutler]

NO!

[creamcheese-rpmemes]

Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

[hopelessmuses]

Hey everyone!

Sorry that I have been gone forever with no updates on my end. Life just got a little busy. But I am back now and if you are still interested in roleplaying with me, please like this or contact me personally so I know! I’m going to be doing some spring cleaning here shortly.

Thanks and sorry again!

[fcknbutler]

NO!

promo psd by lisbethsalanders

[fcknbutler]

kingxfmischief started following you.

Kyle hadn’t expected any visitors, so when he heard a knock at the door and nobody else seemed to be getting up to answer it, he walked over and opened it to see a stranger at the door. He merely turned his head to the side, confused.

[fcknbutler]

horrescit:

Once he’s inside, Freya takes another look around before stepping INSIDE and shutting the door. She turns to the stranger, motioning towards the couch for him to sit down. “What’s your name?” she speaks clearly, noting that he’s in a very CONFUSED state. It seems it’s gonna have to be one question at a time, though she has a dozen running through her mind.

Kyle looks around the place but it’s not much, just simple furniture and such. When the blonde motions for him to sit down, he gladly does. He was sure he had been wandering around that forest forever. When she talks, Kyle actually knows what she is saying and struggles to say “K-Kyle...”

[fcknbutler]

thefineartofbitchcraft:

( ℳ ♛ : @fcknbutler· )

Madison was pleased at the monster boy’s prompt response to her demand. He was usually pretty good about complying but there had been a few times he’d tried to act like an asshole - she’d let him know right away that it would not be tolerated and those incidents had since been few and far between. She knew he was scared of her and, although she didn’t like it, she knew his fear was necessary if she wanted obedience. She rolled her eyes at his reaction to the adventure she had planned for him. “I know you don’t like her. You don’t even have to fucking see her. We are just going to burn down the house from the outside.” She chose her words very carefully as she knew she always had to do when it came to Kyle. “I’m doing this for you. Don’t think for one minute Little Miss Goody Two Shoes over there would help you this way. You need this so you can move on. It’s called closure and everyone needs it at some point in their lives.” Her voice was slightly softer than it normally was as she tried to make him understand. It didn’t stay that way for long. Soon she was snapping her fingers and barking orders at him once again. “Now get up! And do not wake her. She is not coming with us.”

Kyle was easily distracted and as soon as his stomach started to growl, he looked at Madison with discomfort. He wanted to eat something but knew that she wouldn’t allow him to laze around all day doing nothing. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying but he knew a few words. Little Miss Goody Two Shoes meant Zoe, which caused Kyle to look behind him on the bed, where she was still asleep. Closure he didn’t exactly know, but he knew close. So he got up without prompt and walked out of the room, intent on closing the door behind him. Maybe Madison wanted to speak to Zoe? He really had no idea.

[fcknbutler]

NO!

[fcknbutler]

horrescit:

The blonde pauses briefly, taking a quick glance around the surrounding area before her eyes land back on him. “Hey, I get it, you don’t know me. But you need to TRUST me, okay? It’s not safe out here. I’m just trying to help.” Freya’s words are calm and slow as she puts her hands up to show she means no HARM.

Kyle looks up at the word safe, it’s a word he knows. He looks back towards the forest and immediately knows that it is safer to follow the woman in front of him than to risk going out there again. Without saying more than a grunt and a nod, he makes to walk past her and into the cabin.

[fcknbutler]

horrescit:

“Your head is bleeding. Come on, let’s get you INSIDE.”

Kyle just stood there with a confused look on his face. He didn’t know where he was or who the person telling him to get inside was. “No” was all he could manage to say.

[drxconic-wiccan-deactivated2020]

edenofelysium:

Your muse finds my muse locked away in an abandoned building, bruised and shocked. Send “Who did this to you?” to help my muse.

or send “Serves you right” to provoke them.

[fcknbutler]

NO!

promo psd by lisbethsalanders

[evansnipple-deactivated20170208]

my aesthetic is evan peters.

[neaarty]

[lord-bat-jesus]

😍😍😍

[fcknbutler]

Kyle hated being a personal waitress to the bitches of eastwick. It was annoying work and he didn’t appreciate the way he was treated. But it wasn’t like he could protest. If he had half a mind, which he didn’t anymore, he would be long gone from this horrible hell. But as luck would have it, Kyle Spencer was yet again serving drinks and trying not to look stupid in the process.

[fcknbutler]

thefineartofbitchcraft:

( ℳ ♛ : OPEN - to any active Kyle Spencer’s out there )

“Get up. Now!” Madison snapped as she pulled the comforter off the peacefully sleeping monster boy.  Seeing him with his arms wrapped around Zoe bothered her but she wasn’t going to admit to it. She was going to do something for him that the other witch would never think of doing. She was going to help liberate him and give him some closure he deserved. “We’re going to commit some arson and I won’t take no for an answer.” She wondered if Kyle even knew what she was talking about or if the words were just gibberish in his simple mind. “I know you killed your mother and I’m not even going to ask you why. I’ll just trust that the bitch probably had it coming to her and you got your revenge They always deserve what they get.” No one murdered someone that horribly for no reason. It was like her and that slimy director she’d killed back in Hollywood; he couldn’t keep his hands or other parts of his disgusting anatomy away from her and she’d made sure he paid the ultimate price. “You’ll feel better after we torch the house with her rotting corpse in it. I promise.”

Kyle had been sleeping for the better part of the day when he was so rudely interrupted by the shrilling voice of none other than Madison fucking Montgomery. This woke him right the fuck up and Kyle moved to sit up in bed and make sure to plant his feet firmly on the ground just in case he had to run. Madison was very unpredictable and Kyle didn’t feel like getting blown up--again. He stared at her when she spoke, turning his head to one side as if trying to figure out what she was saying. She was saying something about arson, which he knew meant fire, and then mother...a word he didn’t like. At the mention of it, Kyle grunted loudly in disapproval and stomped his feet for good measure. Mother was a bad word.