𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 !

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I’M NOW OVER AT @falseprayers !

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I’M NOW OVER AT @falseprayers !

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remaking. i’ll post a link here when i finish it tbh.

[nottobecrossed]

Your “guardian angel” is actually a demon that protects you and hurts people that are mean to you.

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open.

    ❛ you know the basement of this place was where they found a girl alive stuck in a box, right?     it was all over the news back in the nineties. the dude had taped a doll mask to her face. ❜

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the body before him in the woods is cold . it’s bloody . it’s pale & it’s impeccably dead . he can smell blood , the person died about two days ago . vic steps back , once . twice . thrice . oh, no .  

  ❛  no , no , no , ❜   the incubus repeats , (  how does it feel to witness death for the second time , leviathan ??  )   ❛  this can’t be happening    ❜  he feels SICK . steps back & he hears somebody approaching .

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   people don’t come out here unless they’re looking for trouble or morbid curiosity strikes. pepper comes out her to forget, to remember, to... simply be among the bodies and trees with winding roots that resemble limbs. hearing a voice, it causes her to approach slowly. the voice seems filled with remorse, or dread and it’s impeccably male. a bit confusing, as in her experience - the men who roam these woods predators seeking prey. ( perhaps he’s a local who was dared, though he doesn’t sound familiar to her. )       ❛ hey you al            oh. ❜                                                   oh shit.                                                                ❛ what happened? ❜

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     ‘   don’t   —     DON’T     fuckin’   play   with   me.   i     will     kill   it   …   with   ZERO   remorse.   ’

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    ❛ it’s a person under that makeup or... mask.                          yeah, they’re just sitting there. ❜

Ask my muse extremely personal questions.

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tfw you see captain spaulding on ahs.

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alternate universes i need / am going to make:

channel zero / candle cove. ( debating on making this a group verse set in everette ) american horror story ( i’m thinking she’d fit in with coven or murder house arc. ) an au where pepper’s actually been dead the entire time. forbidden siren/siren: blood curse

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❝ I dunno, you gonna charge me for that too? ❞ Ricky moves his cup to the edge of the table for a refill anyway. Noticing an old man smoking at the booth at the end, he looks back at his waitress and asks, ❝ What’s the smoking policy in here? ❞

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    ❛ no, but if you keep giving me shit over things i can’t control i’ll have the cook burn your bacon, ❜ pepper retorts with a the fakest smile she can muster. she grabs the coffee carafe and fills up his cup before shrugging,  ❛ go ahead. ❜

[sgojosmom]

also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

[thscharmngman]

[ @falseprayers liked for a starter! ]

“Pssssstt, I’ve got a whole case of TAB in the basement if you’re interested.”

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   ❛ am i supposed to be impressed by your shitty taste in soft drinks? ❜

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@babycaine // starter call.

    she’s familiar but pepper can’t place her, and that’s annoying.     then again most people are vaguely familiar, people her own age... it’s a haze.     summer vacations and holidays aren’t really enough to initiate close friendships.       ❛ are you from around here? you seem... familiar. ❜ her nose crinkles slightly.       pepper hates forgetting.

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@warsarch // starter call.

   the valley, the river, and that god-forsaken dam. it looks like it’s about to bust, the state tends to be a little lax on recreation. ( it could be because the governer’s batshit. )  ❛ i give it maybe four years, if the town’s lucky, ❜ a small shake of her head before she realizes there’s a tourist. at least. he looks like a tourist? he doesn’t look like he’s from around here at least. ❛ how are you liking everette? ❜   

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“That doesn’t look like a scratch.”

send “that doesn’t look like a scratch.” for my muse to react to yours… // accepting.

…finding them bandaging a wound.

   ❛      cause, y’know… it’s not. it’s more like a     grazing of a knife to skin, ❜ pepper pauses, ❛ like a half hearted attempt at stabbing someone. ❜ she’d ran though, he missed - she kicked - and then she didn’t stop running until she hit a shack at the base of the woods. while she called cara - she hadn’t expected her to arrive so quickly. with shaky hands pepper patches herself up, ❛ you didn’t… you didn’t see a guy out there did you? ❜

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“That doesn’t look like a scratch.”

send “that doesn’t look like a scratch.” for my muse to react to yours… // accepting.

…finding them bandaging a wound.

 there’s certain things that pepper should be feeling; fear, adrenaline, sick… yet none of these are even remotely hitting what she’s feeling. it’s not quite numbness, but it’s close. she tripped on a body, her own crashing against broken bottle shards that had embedded themselves into her arm. she comes to dani’s because she knows her own parents would lose their collective shit. so she hides out in the bedroom, it’s not the first time she’s cleaned up a wound. wouldn’t be the last either, but then a familiar voice rings out, and dark eyes glance up from behind thick rimmed glasses.   ❛ your ability to observe and state the obvious is nothing short of miraculous, ❜ she breathes, a faint whimper drifts from her lips. she’s using alcohol to sterilize it, the little shit. ❛ if you try to take me to a hospital i will kick you. ❜