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IND. AHS RP James Patrick March Written by Ash please read rules before interacting

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glorifiiedgore:

“You should know that I always have something sharp on my person,” she said almost flatly, becoming bored with her [ex] husband’s demeanor. She’d wanted him annoyed, and yet he was the one doing the annoying. That was James for you, she thought, shaking her head as she leaned forward and snatched a cigarette from the glass coffee table. “So what is it then?” she questioned again, cigarette logged between her teeth as she lit the cancer stick. “Shall I praise you like one of the children?” she questioned, “do you really crave for me to moon over you and every little thing you’ve done for me?”

She was becoming tired, all of the times he’d mentioned in their meetings about everything he’d given her. When even in death, he could not give her is absolute silence. “What I wanted most from you, James, what I craved for most, was your absolute absence,” she stated boldly, taking a drag from the cigarette, before exhaling the smoke into the air. “The only thing you have ever given me, that I have EVER treasured, is sleeping down the hall from us as we speak,” she nearly growled out, her eyes becoming wide as she spoke of her son – the only aspect of herself that still spoke of any humanity.

pupils are now fixated on the countess’ motions; swift in movement were her actions but just as quick were his eyes’ settlement onto her face. he knew that exact look. it was the precise moment where she had always succeeded in tipping him over the edge into readying anger. james can feel the hold of rage over his emotions, one spoken word after another as she ushers her consecutive questions. ‘ elizabeth, please..’ he almost carefully warns but then her last bout of questioning acts as the knife that sliced his throat many moons ago. inhaling a flow of cigarette stale air, dark hues are closed off to her witness ( as if she was paying any attention at all) before lanky legs bolt up from the couch’s leather. he really did try to remain decently calm but somehow she knew how to get the better of him. ‘ MOON? when have you ever been proud of my glorious works of art or anything i ever did for you?! OH! let me answer that for you. NEVER! never once have you truly meant your praise. that’s all i ever wanted. screw your heart’s desire for me and me alone. a simple thank you! but no, i couldn’t even get THAT. ’ 

for a brief second, james contemplates vanishing, leaving her to his verbal assault. but he won’t dare. not tonight anyhow. instead he acts as if nothing happened like he’s accustomed to doing. bending down in a arch, he digging the once blazing end of the shrinking cigarette into the ash tray that’s settled in the middle of the glass table nestled between their opposite stances. there go her hurtful words; his lips quivering in attempt to not indulge her a second time. and a midst all the looming hatred, they again settle in agreement, keeping james silent. without a name or anything more from her, he’s well aware of whom she references. it’s the only aspect of the cortez monster that keeps the countess ( besides the overbearing knowing that they’re stuck in the walls of the hotel ) around. ‘ dare i say i did something right in my lifetime. more so than building a check in death trap, ’ now that causes the killer to let out a bursting chuckle.

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             ❝   well  ,  i  had  it  all  o n c e.  FORTUNE  ,  FAME.  but  nothing  satisfied.   ❞

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finally! theme background complete. I added my rules & some verses. I still need to write a bio along with any replies/memes I owe which will be done tomorrow because I have a test to study for unfortunately. Sorry for making you guys & dolls wait already.

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400+ lovett’s bias list!

this blog was made exactly 5 months & 12 days ago and it just reached its first 400 followers… seriously wtf dudes?! it’s been a ride, people & when i made these blog ( as an experiment that went well ) i honestly never thought i’d become so attached to sally & people in here. those who know me have heard all about how hard it is to get up in the morning & get through the day but knowing i can come in here & have fun with y’all is what keeps me going <3 even if we’ve only interacted one or twice, you’ve all contributed to my experience here & i love you already.

my babes the ones i love more than anything else like wtf !!

@ofthesight @thesmileclown / @scrivellc @fionagoode / @mothersupcrior @butspookmefirst / @mariabclla @moralslefttodecay @droliverthredsonmd @spoopyghoost @adaycloser @outofdxpth / @requiemsrepertoire @thegreatestevil

sally’s darlings she hates & i adore !! ( in alphabetical order cuz i hate forgetting people xD )

@aeternitasintricatae @americanohare @cinderfckingrella / @whothevenger / @thefccl @cortezxlaundry @crazedgeniius @dcntopen @deiicides @devcted @diiedloved @domestiiic @drdumaurier @euphoricrage @femmefatale / @scarlettlcwe @gaay4paay @halfbloodedsnape @hcwtovogue @holtzoween @iintravenovs @lachlanhonestly @leadtosin @meddlingheels @mignon19001 @mistressmxleficent @mrtoddsbarbershop @namcdesire @nctfree @neverarhyme @rushmoreofmurder / @youfuckingfiend @selfmadc @skcptic @spiritsensed @spookedmodel @spookydcd @spookymcm @sweetaspuddin @taintedkiller / @chemiical @velmstxr

the lovelies i admire from afar / would love to write with but yeah well… shy

@@belgravianbitch @bloodybaronet @bxthory @deiicides @innsania @mastervisionary @mctriarchy @missperegcine @msjanebond @pcisxn @riverworn @saviorheart @skinsdcgs @steeledveins

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when you’re trying to be a good student…

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Send me a  ♗ and I’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse

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well, I had it all once. fortune, fame. but nothing satisfied. 

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❛ i liked staying here because it made me feel safe. but i see now that it’s just because i was so comfortable living in heartbreak. i don’t want to be here anymore. ❜                                      ❛ it’s harder to kill you when i’m sitting in the same room as you.                                      easier to carve your heart out of your chest and eat it when yo-                                      u’re just a monster in my mind. ❜ ❛ that sounds like a dream way to die. so erotic. — i want to go. just me and my baby boy. kill me…

              but screw me first. ❜

indie elizabeth march rp blog              ahs: hotel          mun/muse: 20+      heavy trigger warning         oc/canon friendly

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typhoidcandy:

So, as some of you may know; my dad just recently underwent open heart surgery. And right now, my family and I are struggling financially big time while he’s going to be out of work for a while. I’ve had to put looking for a full time job on hold because I need to be at home and care for my dad while other family members work during the day. Unfortunately, my own bills are suffering big time and I cannot contribute to household bills.

To top it all off, a few days before my dad’s surgery we had to put one of our furbabies (one of our cats) to sleep. While that was emotionally devastating to lose one of our babies, it was also a financial bump in the road for us. The animal hospital won’t give us his ashes unless we pay the bill in full (which is $400 +), and we just don’t have that kind of money to spare right now while we’re struggling to pay household bills. Thankfully, they’re nice enough to hold onto his ashes for as long as we need. It just kills me that he’s not at home with us.

Any kind of help or contribution that you can make for me and my family with be so greatly appreciated. Even if you can’t donate any money, just reblogging this would be a HUGE help and just as appreciated! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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so october 18th i will have had elizabeth for an entire year!! you guys, tho this amount of time for any one blog isn’t abnormal for me, what is abnormal is the amount of love i’ve received on her. i treasure you all so very much, and i wouldn’t even be able to do this giveaway if it weren’t for all of you. and normally i’d take the time to give some shoutouts now, but i already did my follower forever, and that’s what that was meant for! so, without further ado, to at least TRY to show my appreciation and love for all of you, here’s a GIVEAWAY.

~♥ GIVEAWAY ♥~

rules:

1. must be following me! 2. winner chosen with THIS random number generator. 3. likes & reblogs welcome! no limit, just don’t spam your followers’ dash! 4. MUST be a roleplay blog. no exceptions. 5. giveaway ends october 31st @ 10PM ( check time here )

prizes:

ONE first place winner: a theme made by the lovely @nonaziharlot, paid for by me! ONE second place winner: 300 icons of an fc of your choice ( any size / coloring / style ) OR two graphics of your choice ( mobile banner, promo, online / offline, etc. )! ONE third place winner: 150 icons of an fc of your choice ( any size / coloring / style ), OR one graphic of your choice ( mobile banner, promo, etc. )!

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good luck, everyone!

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When you make a theme background and you're so proud of it yet you check it out after you put it in and it isn't aligned. I AM SO BAD AT THIS.

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❝ Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all… even in me. Then I got lost, kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away. ❞

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glorifiiedgore:

“I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree then, won’t we?” No matter what he said, no matter how cheeky or rouge he would become during the course of this evening, the Countess knew she could stand her ground. She wasn’t about to waver from her convictions, and she most definitely would not admit something that wasn’t true. She was honest to a fault, and only resorted to lies if it suited the situation – but that was rarely – and she’d argue to her ‘grave’ that her feelings for James were purely of an associate stand point at this current juncture, and could not, and would never escalate. 

“Impressive,” she nearly patronized him with her words, leaning into the comfort of her cushy sofa that Will Drake had so generously paid for, before he too met his end. “Tell me,” she began, this time with a little more bite in her tone, “am I suppose to kiss your shiny shoes forever for giving me this place, or are you really still, after all this time wanting me to give you a good ole’ pat on the back?” She wasn’t bitter, she dared to push his buttons as always. 

‘ why, yes, of course. let’s not break the delighted pattern of always holding hands in agreement. besides, dear, you can NEVER be wrong.’ oh, but she could. her whole existence was wrong. humanly impossible. good thing she human was one thing she wasn’t ever. sorceress was more like it. emotions don’t die as effortlessly as a corpse seems to rot. james knowing more of that then he will acknowledge for the time being. nearly scoffing, the architect swallows the last remaining swig of his bland martini. liquor never did taste the same in death. liquid now beating off his tongue causing the muscle to swirl in a dry cavern. this was not quite the path the night was to take. in james’ mind at least. 

‘ before i will answer, i must know, will your hand be accompanied by a knife by any chance? ’ he too, could be sassy. quality time with the countess even for a day out of each month could do that to a person. a spirit certainly as well. the tips of his elongated fingers toying with the emptied wooden toothpick’s one dagger end in sheer boredom. or so he would make it seem.