Most Active Muses include: Count Orlok from Nosferatu (2024), Pennywise the Dancing Clown from IT (2017), and the Bogeyman (oc)
dash only. low activity. primarily mobile
exploring the Other and the Hunger; ostracism; shame; "I am what I am"; the All-Consuming Maw
permanent content warning for uncomfortable horror themes. DEAD DOVE, DON'T EAT!!! the primary muses are all cannibalistic predators, so I don't know what you expect. There will be blood, gore, rituals, cult activity, and violence. Follow at your own peril here, folks. Sexual themes will be present. I LIKE WRITING STUFF THAT MIGHT OTHERWISE OFFEND DELICATE SENSIBILITIES.
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rules under cut
Sorry for the block of text here, but rules are rules for a reason. Please read them.
My name is the Reverend, or Rev, or Hez. I am a 35+ masc butch lesbian with over 20 years of rp experience, on and off of tumblr. He/They pronouns. CST. I am actually an ordained reverend for the Church of Latter-Day Dudes (Dudeism). So, far out, man. Autistic af. This blog is strictly low activity, as I have a full time job and life irl. Dash Only.
Personal Blogs. I welcome you to follow, but please do not reblog or make comments on my rp threads or meta posts. This is an rp account first.
I rarely do mains/exclusives. This isn't a hard 'no', but I try to remain open.
Iconless. Anon is always off.
Due to my age, I prefer to only rp and engage with other muns who are over the age of 21. Smut/NSFW will ONLY be with muns older than 25. No mun name/no age = blocked.
This is not a 'no drama' or 'good vibes only' toxic positivity waste dump. This is not a 'i dont do drama!!' rule. Sometimes, people need to vent. Sometimes, people need to get their feelings out so they can work through them. I believe that conflict resolution is healthy and necessary for relationships. Please do not be afraid to approach or discuss matters with me if they are deemed necessary. I will always hear you out first before I make my own conclusions.
I do not shy away from writing dark topics and brutal rp. I don't censor things. However, I will tag when asked and I'll tag obvious things that I know are common triggers. I will tag things as "trigger cw" for tumblr savior purposes.
Don't be a dick. I have a busy real life and my rp blogs are low priority. This is not a job. I will block liberally if I feel my boundaries are being crossed. That being said, I rp to make friends and share passions. Please don't be afraid to approach me, even if we are non-mutuals. I will always respect your time.
I tend to write multi-para responses and do not reply very well to one-liners or single word responses. However, I do appreciate quality over quantity so if all you can muster up is a few paragraphs, then that's okay. Sometimes a story needs to move on and not let it wallow in the pretty prose weeds.
I enjoy plotting and developing chemistry no matter the relationship dynamic my characters are making, be it romantic, platonic, antagonistic, whatever. My muses will all be 18+. THIS BLOG COULD HAVE PROMINENT SEXUAL THEMES, BUT I WILL ALWAYS CHECK FOR CONSENT. I MIGHT EVEN CHECK UNTIL YOURE ANNOYED OF ME CHECKING IN. This is a heavy pro-active consent, safe, and sane rp blog.
I am viscerally anti-censorship. Don't Like, Don't Look applies here. I will tag everything in a scene. It's your responsibility to make an informed decision when engaging with my blog, not mine. That being said, certain topics do make me uncomfortable. underage/aged-up character smut is a no-go for me and I ask that such topics be tagged so I can blacklist. I do NOT judge if you, yourself, write these things. I just ask for a blacklist for my own comfort. I don't police peoples writing. You will not find any of that here. But, if you're the sort who has a dni a mile long, we're not gonna be compatible. Live and Let Live.
I've been through a lot of bullshit in other fandoms that make me incredibly distrusting of people. I will always give someone the benefit of the doubt and respect, but I'm sure I give off a very 'don't get too close' air to me. It's definitely not a 'you', personally, thing, but a 'me' protecting myself sorta thing. If I'm not a super chatty Cathy with you, please don't take it personally. It takes me a while to warm up to people these days.
I WRITE TRIGGERING MUSES WHO DISCUSS TRIGGERING/TABOO TOPICS. This is not an apologetics blog, but I do not shy away from dark topics.
I will tag triggering things liberally with *trigger cw* as the tag. If you would like something tagged, please let me know.
If you're a person with a cognitive thinking system, I'm going to assume you agree with the phrase that MUN =/= MUSE.
Sorry if these rules aren't exactly sweet, but I've been on this disaster site for over a decade, and I've seen shit go down. I'm done playing nice for the sake of my own mental health and people pleasing. If you dont like me, whatever. It's not my job to please you. If you can get past my crogedy tone, however, I can at least offer you some fun writing, engagement, and hopefully friendship
I love the Bob Gray reveal because it shows that Pennywise is making a mimicking of how he acted in real life. Like all the actions that Gray does, Pennywise does too but amped up by 11.
We must know evil to be able to destroy it. We must discover it within ourselves and when we have, we must crucify the evil within ourselves or there is no salvation.
"You falter from your territory, brother?" rumbled the question from the darkness. Though, Orlok was under no misunderstanding that the other would not notice him within the shadows. The ancient vampire shifted forward from the darkness, claws dragging along the walls as his hulking form emerged like from ink. The light barely reflecting in his dead eyes, he would appear a nightmare to anyone who might not understand exactly what he was.
"To what honor do I owe a visit from my own brethren kin?"
Really, Victor does not particularly know where he is or how he has ended up here. He knows that he is in Romania, that his bid to destroy his creation has brought him further from home than he's ever been, but that's really it. He doesn't know the language. The locals aren't much help, but he's managed to get by.
How he has ended up at this old, decrepit castle is anyone's guess. He's been walking for...days? Weeks? Time really is slipping through his fingers quicker than he can keep track of it. It feels like he's delirious most of the time, only pushing on through sheer force of will.
He stares up at the door, contemplating trying to open it. Even if abandoned, it would be shelter. Before he can try, though, the door swings open on its own, and he blinks, stepping inside. The air is stagnant, a sharp, metallic undercurrent to it. It makes him gag, but he still calls out quietly: "Hello?"
The entrance was far from anything resembling welcoming. The gale of wind that blasted through the open doors were frigid, enough to burn the face if one were to face it without a means of protection. It seemingly whipped around Victor, as though giant, invisible claws had managed to wrap themselves around the man's middle and pulled him from the void into the belly of the castle. As soon as he had moved passed the threshold, the doors creaked closed by those same invisible hands and he was left in a courtyard devoid of life.
However, in the dead silence that echoed through the stones like a deep grave, closer observation would show that the man was not alone within the castle walls. Towards the central hall, the glow of a fire radiated outwards to cast long shadows along the snow covered floor. There was no welcoming at the door, but the door closest leading into the hall creaked open to show the welcome embrace of warmth for a traveler to rest. The wind once more caught up, howling through the courtyard to kick up the snow in a miniature funnel, but not before a voice seemingly echoed from within the gale.
