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literate & selective canon-based kit walker from ahs asylum. open for rps/interactions anytime! wip.

[monstrousproclivities-a-deactiv]

‘You’re too sweet,” she giggles brightly at him as he leaned in for another kiss which she contently returned. Sitting down, she picks up her fork to start eating as well. She had always had a decent appetite despite her thin form, but ever since the baby came into their lives her stomach seemed to be like a black hole. It seemed like she was always hungry. Plenty of times now she’d make Kit go downstairs and get her ice cream or whatever she and the baby were craving. She wondered whether that was a hint on what gender they were. Maybe it was a girl that they were going to have.

Hearing that he was off tomorrow, she nearly chocks on her bite of food from the excitement. “Oh, that’s great news! I was thinking of taking the bus and checking out some baby clothes…” She pauses, knowing that it would present some potential problems for them being that they were an interracial couple. With Kit by her side, she didn’t think it’d be all that scary. After all, with him, she felt like anything was possible. 

[kwalkerahs]

Kit didn’t mind getting Alma ice cream, or whatever else she wanted when she asked him to, because he loved her. And he was just excited for their child to come into the word at this point. The start of a family was always exciting, and Kit would be the best father he could be. And he knew Alma would be a great mother. She was so kind and caring, it seemed impossible for her not to be. And it people judged them, who cares? As long as they were happy, it was enough.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Kit agreed. They would probably be needing clothes soon anyways, since Alma was so far along in her pregnancy now. Though the gender being uncertain would make them have to choose wisely, something that didn’t lean too much to one or the other; white or gray or yellow, or something, whatever caught their eye. After he had eaten a bit, another thing popped into his mind. “How much longer? I just can’t wait to see our baby, start a real family... You been feeling okay lately, anyways? I swear you’ve eaten gallons of ice cream by now,” Kit commented with a laugh.

[kwalkerahs]

Kit had been in Briarcliff for a little while now, and if he wasn’t insane when he was admitted, he surely could be by now. But he wasn’t a murderer, and he didn’t kill his wife. Kit knew it. But at the same time, he was scared — what if he did, and he had no recollection of it for some reason? Still, he didn’t belong here, but believe it or not, it was difficult to escape this place. And it was either he stay here, or get the electric chair. Sister Jude was overbearing, and that stupid song played constantly, he could sing it in his sleep at this point. It was all bullshit. He wasn’t crazy, just framed.

There was a new patient that had just been admitted recently, and usually he didn’t pay that much attention to new people, but this one just caught his eye for some inexplicable rrasont. She didn’t seem all that crazy, but you never know. Most people in here were actually crazy in one way or another anyways. And it never hurt to make some friends in here, especially if he was going to be here for awhile, and it’s not like Kit really had a choice in his standards anymore. Which is why he approached the new girl in the common room during their free time. “Hey... you’re new,” Kit started, pulling the chair from the table to sit across from her. “What are you in for?” He knew what most people here were in for; excessive masturbating, murder, or just plain cuckoo. This was one more to add to the list.

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[kwalkerahs]

Should he believe this girl for what she said to be the truth? Kit wouldn’t decide on that yet. Either she was crazy, or possibly wrongly convicted like him. He wondered what this truth was, but Kit wouldn’t pry for now. Clearly nobody believed her anyways, but he was also in the same boat. Nobody would believe that... some extraterrestrial creatures came to his house in the night, that sounded preposterous, he knew it did. And he hadn’t said anything about it anyways, only protested his innocence against these charges. If you knew Kit, you knew he would never kill anybody, especially not someone he had loved.

“I killed my wife, and others too. Supposedly. But I didn’t do it. Somebody framed me, and now I’m here. Kinda think death might be better at this point, don’t you think?” Kit let out a humorless laugh. He didn’t really care much whether or not she believed him; she had asked and that was his answer, and answer he was sticking with. “I’m Kit, by the way. What’s your name?”

[kwalkerahs]

Kit had been in Briarcliff for a little while now, and if he wasn’t insane when he was admitted, he surely could be by now. But he wasn’t a murderer, and he didn’t kill his wife. Kit knew it. But at the same time, he was scared — what if he did, and he had no recollection of it for some reason? Still, he didn’t belong here, but believe it or not, it was difficult to escape this place. And it was either he stay here, or get the electric chair. Sister Jude was overbearing, and that stupid song played constantly, he could sing it in his sleep at this point. It was all bullshit. He wasn’t crazy, just framed.

There was a new patient that had just been admitted recently, and usually he didn’t pay that much attention to new people, but this one just caught his eye for some inexplicable rrasont. She didn’t seem all that crazy, but you never know. Most people in here were actually crazy in one way or another anyways. And it never hurt to make some friends in here, especially if he was going to be here for awhile, and it’s not like Kit really had a choice in his standards anymore. Which is why he approached the new girl in the common room during their free time. “Hey... you’re new,” Kit started, pulling the chair from the table to sit across from her. “What are you in for?” He knew what most people here were in for; excessive masturbating, murder, or just plain cuckoo. This was one more to add to the list.

@yesraventheodora

[monstrousproclivities-a-deactiv]

Just finishing up making dinner, the very pregnant Alma beams at the sound of his voice. Getting up, she wobbles over to the living room to greet him. “Kit! Welcome home!” She softly says but is clearly happy to see that he was home. “How was your day?’ Stepping in front of him, she rests a hand just above his elbow as she leans in to peck him on the mouth. “We missed you.” Her other hand was resting on her bump which she lightly rubbed. They had no idea whether they were having a boy or girl, but either way, she was excited for their little one to join them. 

“Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.” Walking his hand, she guides him to the kitchen. She was a housewife but a dutiful one. Every day she made sure to have a different meal prepared for him. It was the least she could do when he was working hard to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. Not to mention make sure that their house was clean and attended to. 

[kwalkerahs]

A bright smile appeared on Kit’s face when Alma came into his view. Alma, who he hadn’t seen since this morning, all day. This was always his favorite part of the day — when he got to come home and relax and spend time with his wife, and their new baby that would be coming along soon. He didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl, because he would love it all the same. His baby. His and Alma’s. “Better, now that I’m home with you,” Kit responded, coming back in for another soft kiss. “I missed you too.”

He appreciated that Alma did things like make dinner every night. Without her, he’d probably never eat, or only eat those instant dinners that definitely weren’t good for you. Kit followed Alma into the kitchen, already able to smell the food she had made for them. “Smells good, Mrs. Walker,” he complimented, helping himself to some before he sat down at the table. “I’m off tomorrow, so maybe we can do something. Together, I wanna spend some time with you. Whatever you want.”

[ahsgifs]

American Horror Story: Asylum - Welcome to Briarcliff

[ahs-memes]

*dominique plays*

kit:

[ahspumpedupkicks]

[lettherebemusicblog]

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There goes my baby Movin’ on down the line Wonder where, wonder where Wonder where she is bound?…

[ahsgifs]

[harleysinhawhy-deactivated20260]

i shouldn’t be allowed to do this

[onyxstorms]

Favorite AHS Moments: ↳ Asylum 2.10 | Lana & Kit

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Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley.

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse has a stubborn streak!

[kwalkerahs]

Work was tedious sometimes, and people could be assholes, but as long as he was getting money to put a roof over their head and food on the table, Kit didn’t care. When he wasn’t filling up people’s cars or doing papers or counting the cash, he had free time to sit around, wallow in the radio that played just the kind of music he liked. There was hardly ever a shortage of cars coming around anyways — people must be driving a whole lot nowadays because he did so many cars a day he couldn’t even keep count anymore. But now it was getting late, almost time for him to leave, and Kit was getting tired.

Going home was his favorite part of the day. This was the time he got to see his wife after a long day. He loved her no matter what people said about their relationship. It wasn’t theirs, so they could worry about their own damn selves, Kit and Alma weren’t harming anybody. When he got back, he shut the door behind him. “I’m home!” he called out, waiting for Alma to appear and greet him.

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[everlytrue07]

One of the best scenes in Asylum, season 2 of AHS. THE NAME GAME

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Reblog if you’re always open to questions for or about your muse(s)

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse is the kind of person who says  “hi”  to dogs