This is an american horror story

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[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Rpers!!

if any of you are interested in  joining a new supernatural asylum roleplay group you guys should look at Bridgegate Asylum

They only need 5 more apps till they can open!!!!

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

//If anyone out there has and Supernatural themed/AHS/Asylum rpg recommendations please send them my way!!!! I’m craving a group so much.//

[niicotinefiix-blog]

     ▒ A small smile creeps across the perpetual POUT the Harmon girl wears at his insistence that she stay, if she wanted to do so. ❝ Careful, or I might think you WANT me to stay, ❞ she offers in jest. She knows it must be lonely, forever trapped eternally within the confines of a house that has sat on the market for ages with no takers, no new occupants to pass the time. Of course, this assumption is based off of Violet’s ERRONEOUS idea that the blonde is alone in the house. Being the first and only spirit she has ever come into contact with, she still carries close the notion that she may have willed him into existence, a little added companionship for her otherwise lonely life.

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate stood up dramatically  and crossed his arms. “Me?” His eyes widened “Want you here?” Tate’s cheeks reddened slightly as he fought off a grin. “Not a chance. I’m a big tough man. I don’t need any frilly girls around.” He couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.

[chaoticvictors-archive]

Send “You’re hot when you’re angry” for my muse’s reaction to your muse saying this.

[notagingeryet]

[spyderqueen]

[captainstudmuffin-deactivated20]

[stonyinspiration]

[caleysteggy]

[thedivideddoctor]

[niicotinefiix-blog]

     ▒ If she’s being honest with herself, she doesn’t know exactly WHY she continues to visit the house, to speak to a incorporeal being whom she is not entirely convinced is not purely a figment of her imagination, but she does. ❝ I just LIKE to, okay? Sue me, ❞ she huffs, heaving her bag to the floor as she takes a seat on the lowest stair at the foot of the grand staircase. She can’t be too vulnerable, can’t allow him to truly look too deeply behind that fierce girl façade and see how attached she has become to these visits. ❝ But I’ll go if you WANT… ❞ @filthygoddamn-littlebird

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

He listened to her words and cracked a smile “Maybe I will sue you. Ya know this could still be counted as breaking and entering.” Tate followed her to the staircase and plopped down next to her. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them. Tate  loved when she came to see him. Her snarky comments tickled him and she made eternity feel not so long. 

“No!” He Blurted a little too loud and put a hand on her shoulder. “I mean, you can stay I guess. If you want to.”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate didn’t know why her words were starting to make him feel so at ease. He could feel the tension leaving his body and wasn’t sure if he liked it. The anger he had inside and the fear he struck into others were his safety net. He felt her hand clasp around his and looked the other way, almost embarrassed but he didn’t pull away.  

[morteprimo-blog]

She stroked his skin with her cold thumb and smiled ever so gently at him. Taking a small step to her side, she could see his eyes again, and now her voice was nearing a whisper as she spoke to him. 

❝ How long has it been since you’ve had someone love you exactly like you are? I’m sorry it’s taken so long, ❞ with that she reached higher and pressed her cold lips on the top of his head. 

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“In a place like this.” Tate paused trying to pick his words carefully. “Love gets snuffed out in a blink of an eye.”  

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate felt a strange calm running through his body as she spoke. Her voice was like honey for a moment and he felt himself letting his wall down. Tate shook this out of his mind best he could, he wouldn’t let her get any power over him. Swatting her hand away and taking a step back. “I don’t need you to tell me I’m in the right. I already know I am.”

[morteprimo-blog]

@filthygoddamn-littlebird

❝ Still, it’s not weakness to long for that calming love, ❞  she thought about reaching her hand to his face again, but didn’t. Instead, she reached her cold hand and with a slow move, grabbed his hand in hers. She couldn’t feel his living soul, but she felt his warmth, and her dead skin was in flames against it.  ❝You don’t need to push me away, I’m not here to take your place, or tell you what to do. I don’t do any of that. I’m just the mother to the dead. ❞ 

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate didn’t know why her words were starting to make him feel so at ease. He could feel the tension leaving his body and wasn’t sure if he liked it. The anger he had inside and the fear he struck into others were his safety net. He felt her hand clasp around his and looked the other way, almost embarrassed but he didn’t pull away.  

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

//ooc: so i wanna do replies but iv been drinking and i dont wanna find them so if you guys could tag me in the replies i owe you that would be really cool if not im probably just going to put a starter up//

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

//ooc: well your mun got too drunk today and needs to try and sober up and do replies cause asdfghjkl;’//

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate reached for the metal plates and yelped “Ouch what the fuck?!”

[prcttyliics]

“Okay so first rule of using a straightner, don’t touch the plate cause they’ll burn you.” Emma giggled taking it out of his hands.

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“Well shit you coulda told me.” 

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

@brokenxshatteredxmistreated

“Fuck! Okay alright, you’re right. I need to pull myself together. I just need to do a bump or a line or something. Don’t worry that fucker is as good as dead.”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“Alright.” Tate pressed the button and waits but doesn’t see anything change “Is i broken?”

[prcttyliics]

“We might of forgot to plug it in.” She chuckled, reaching over to plug the cord in. “Does it work now?”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate reached for the metal plates and yelped “Ouch what the fuck?!”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate  momentarily doesn’t know what to say. He thought back to what happened, what he had done. He had gotten to the point where he justified his actions to himself and that was all that really mattered but whenever he heard it coming from someone else it burned him up inside. 

Trying to gain some composure before his feelings got out of hand he shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck what you know.” He pushed down the rage as much as he could but he could feel it boiling. 

[morteprimo-blog]

❝ Good, ❞ she reached a cold, bony and grey skinned hand towards him. ❝ I’m not trying to unleash your anger, or make you feel bad for what you’ve done, trust me, I condone killing, I’m trying to calm you, ❞ her voice still echoed the old walls of the house, calmly floating in the air.  ❝ You shouldn’t care about what I know, nor what anyone knows, you’ve killed, yet you’ve avoided damnation with this cursed house, don’t feel bad, feel proud. ❞

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate felt a strange calm running through his body as she spoke. Her voice was like honey for a moment and he felt himself letting his wall down. Tate shook this out of his mind best he could, he wouldn’t let her get any power over him. Swatting her hand away and taking a step back. “I don’t need you to tell me I’m in the right. I already know I am.”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

@brokenxshatteredxmistreated​ “I’m gonna do it don’t worry. I just have to, I don’t know what I have to to but ill get it done.”

[thebrokentoys1-deactivated20170]

“Then get moving Tate, I thought you had this under control..” She said lifting her head up unamused. 

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“I will I just- I haven’t done this in a while. Taking a life isn’t so easy anymore, not since i promised- Ah fuck it she won’t know.”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“I’m not making any promises.” Tate picks ups a hair straighter and examines it “I’v never used one of these before.” 

[prcttyliics]

“Here, I’ll teach you. See that?” She asked, pointing to the power button. “Just press it and it’ll turn on.”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“Alright.” Tate pressed the button and waits but doesn't see anything change “Is i broken?”

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

[morteprimo-blog]

❝ Oh, but I do, ❞ she grinned again, but not so evilly, more comfortingly.  ❝ I know exactly, I know every tiny little death that happens in this universe, even the ones your stupid shotgun mess brought to me, ❞ she’s calm when she spoke and just looked at him.  ❝ Things like that can’t be hidden from me, I know what I’m talking about. ❞ 

[filthygoddamn-littlebird]

Tate  momentarily doesn't know what to say. He thought back to what happened, what he had done. He had gotten to the point where he justified his actions to himself and that was all that really mattered but whenever he heard it coming from someone else it burned him up inside. 

Trying to gain some composure before his feelings got out of hand he shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck what you know.” He pushed down the rage as much as he could but he could feel it boiling.