MY BODY IS RIPPING.

YOU WILL NOT CHOKE THIS DIVINITY FROM MY VEINS. YOU WILL NOT DRAIN ME OF THIS MOLTEN GOLD FROM BENEATH MY FINGERNAILS. I AM BLOODY I AM BLOODY I AM BLOODY I AM bleeding something special , my limbs cut open & saturated in red. i am bloody , i am bloody , i am bloody , i am bloody , i am bloody. * sel + priv original character written by daisy est 2017 dec.

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friendly reminder that maisie does not eat food and she is in constant pain because of the demon that inhabits her body.

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BASIC FACTS + THEN SOME

maisie swallowed a demon. more accurately       it attached itself onto her ( due to her bloodline ) and forced itself to her soul.  she cannot separate herself from it, no matter how many enchantments or spells are tried.

speaking of the bloodline, THERE IS A GENERATIONAL BLOODLINE that maisie is a part of. it skips a generation : her grandmother possessed its’ abilities & it skipped her mother, so now maisie has the abilities. the abilities that are acquired from the bloodline are necromantic by division     the other skills, such as spells, are learned.

the bloodline serves as a major reason as to why she is running away from home. she started demonstrating her abilities at a young age & her father, terrified that his wife would begin doing the same, killed her and planned to kill maisie was well. 

maisie doesn’t have a set place of living. she moves around constantly, never staying in one place for long. currently she’s quite literally going between someone’s basement (which they’re unaware of) or living in abandoned homes for as long as she can

the demon causes her physical pain. it’s like hellfire raging through her body, coursing through her veins and setting her aflame over and over again, and there’s no way to put it out.

the demon manifests itself as a little boy with cherry colored trunks due to an accidental murder that maisie committed when she was younger + first began changing. in this form, the demon is prone to ripping off its skin and gouging its own eyes, similar to what maisie did when she killed the little boy

the demon forces maisie to transform into a beast-like being to satiate its feeding urges. these urges are for human flesh     cannibalistic urges for maisie. they’re difficult to hold back & she can never keep it from taking full control of her body and transforming her for very long. x |  x | x

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*   PLOTTING   CALL .     since   i   need   to   actually   develop   things   for   maisie   on   here     &     i   want   to   explore   different   dynamics     /     relationships     &     whatnot     ,     like   this     &     i’ll   contact   you   for   plotting     .

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ghasies:

maisie cannot control the beast , despite her efforts to do so. she can, however, stave off the urges to transform by consuming raw human meat, which she does quite often. wherever she stops the transformation, a stray dog or two goes missing, but she usually sticks to things such as squirrels or birds. on the rare occasion, she consumes lambs or larger animals.

#she favors forests bc of deer and shit like that. but in certain places there's no access to that.#‘  ◇   ━   *  .  SWEET  GIRL   TURNED  SOUR     (   ch   .   study   )#but then like. even these efforts can't stop the beast from emerging.#these are just her attempts to hold it off bc she'd be damned if she ends up killing another late night jogger or even a fucking family.

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QUIBUNGO     :     01    .

      ❛      hell, we’re   all   gonna   DIE   one   day.   who   says   a   little   drink   can’t   help   ease   the   never   endin’   shitstorm   that   is   life,   eh?.   ‘sides,   ‘m   sure   the   big   guy   upstairs   wont   mind   too   much.   hey,   uh                    to   life.        ❜       cheers   to   torment,   and   to   eternal   damnation.   cheers   to   hell   and   to   sacred   blasphemy, heresy   worth   burning   for.   he   is   all   FIRE   and    HEAT   within   the   pit   of   a   stomach   malformed,   tame   entrails   burnt   at   the   stake       /       EXECUTED       /       wasted   at   rotgut’s   exposure.      ❛    i’m   a   -   i’m   a   cop.  detective   padilla,   nice   t’meet   you,   mam.   you,   uh   -   see   that,   uh   -   that   guy   over   there?   saw   him   eyein’   you   on   your   way   in. big   fella   like   him? not   much home   trainin’ if   ya   asked   me.   not   much   sense   goin’   on   in   that   empty   head’a   his.   i   thought   it’d   be   best   to   come   over   here   t’send   him   a   message   .   .   .   keep   ‘im   off   your   tail   ‘n   whatnot        &       hey,   who   knows?                 maybe   you   might   just   slip   me   your   info   sometime   in   case    you   need   help   in   the   future.   just   for,   uh   -   you   know, distraction   purposes.        ❜

❝        I   DOUBT   THE   BIG   GUY’S   EVEN   LOOKING   THIS   WAY         .        ❞         she   borders   on   blatant   blasphemy         ,         she   denounces   this     SUPPOSED     omnipotence         &         the   devil   boils   just   beneath   her   veins         .         (     SHE     ,     THE   SERPENT   IN   THE   GARDEN     ,     THE   SELF   -   PROCLAIMED   ABOMINATION   FROM   EVE’S   GRAPEFRUIT   CUNT       .     )         cherry     -     trunked   boy   digs   his   nails   into   his   arms         &         drags   them   downwards         &         screams         .     DO   YOU   THINK   HE   BLEEDS   THE   SAME   ROTTED   SWEETNESS   HE   SMELLS   LIKE       ?             ❝        i’m   sure   that   i   could   handle   him         ,         padilla                                ❞         she   shifts   in   her   seat     .         ❝                                  besides   i   haven’t   had   any   trouble   since   i   came   in         .         well         ,         except   for     you     but   i’m   sure   that   once   i   tell   y’to         FUCK   OFF         you’ll   be   on   your   way         ,         right         ?         your   little   speech   is   getting   stale         ,         baby         .         try   something   new   or   leave         .        ❞

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* (1) word prompts

send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!

wounded 

cold

silence

safety

hot

secret

bury

run

loss

nightfall

smile

hitchhiker

blood

laughter

disgust

wrath

remorse

cry

numb

alone

danger

food

matches

hallway

sunlight

forgotten

lie

sleep

scratching

soaring

power

winter

death

panic

insomnia

rain

myth

bury

gun

clown

cult

bug

creature

tire

lost

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* the midnight starters

lyrics taken from various albums, including days of thunder.

‘ neon on the blacktop. ’

‘ lost in gin and lemonade. ’

‘ a face appears. ’

‘ i’m the comeback kid. ’

‘ in the front seat, you pulled me close, kissed my lips. ’

‘ i closed the screen door in a thunderstorm. ’

‘ tasted like home. ’

‘ could i find you? ’

‘ i say, ‘what what?’ ’

‘ keep on running. ’

‘ i see a thousand different stories pass faces without names. ’

‘ the monsters with waiting teeth. ’ 

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honestly? wood-related threads would be hot bc thats where she’s chilling. also threads where maisie’s just Coming Back from a feeding high. 

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You thought I looked easy?

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maisie cannot control the beast , despite her efforts to do so. she can, however, stave off the urges to transform by consuming raw human meat, which she does quite often. wherever she stays, a stray dog or two goes missing, but she usually sticks to things such as squirrels or birds. on the rare occasion, she consumes lambs or larger animals.

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*   PLOTTING   CALL .     since   i   need   to   actually   develop   things   for   maisie   on   here     &     i   want   to   explore   different   dynamics     /     relationships     &     whatnot     ,     like   this     &     i’ll   contact   you   for   plotting     .

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01            I   :   BLOODY    ,   BLOODY   ,   BLOODY   .  

❛  you’re back  —  ❜   words leave lips under breath    as    lithe fingers pause in their work with rosemary    twigs  &  twine   as throat began to tighten with nerves.   rosalié could not quite put her finger on what made her so uneasy about the young woman’s presence but even standing feet away from her she began to feel her skin crawl.   ❛  excusez-moi, ma’am  —-  i mean how may i assist you ? ❜   @ghasies | sc.

DO   YOU   LIKE   TO   SEE   ME   IN   PAIN     ?     rotten     &     rusted     ,     sour   girl   walks   stained   stained   stained   with   red     &     black     averts     her   eyes                           the   cherry     -     trunked   boy     PEELS     his   skin     .       (     *     SELF     -     PROCLAIMED   ABOMINATION   SPREADS   HER   FILTH   UPON   THE   WORLD     &     HER   MOUTH   WATERS     .     )       her   mouth   is   dry     ,     chest   heaving     ,     fingers   stained   red     ,     red     &     black     .     ATTACK   HER   ATTACK   HER   ATTACK   HER   ATTACK   HER   ATTACK   IT     .     ❝     i’m     -     i’m   sorry     .     i   don’t   think       .   .   .       d’you   have   any   water     ?      ❞