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i am going to archive today. i think that's my best bet to do this. im overwhelmed on here and i need to start fresh again. i am learning from mutuals who do this often and it does help a lot. im going to start completely fresh and that includes things like threads,memes i've turned into threads,etc. i don't like hiatuses and i love scout too much to give up just because of miserable people on here who hate anything i do and say. anyways,keep an eye out for that fresh start. sorry for the inconvenience if you liked our threads but we can always start fresh once i am set up again to do so <3 ily so much and thank you for supporting me. it means the world to me.
okay so i am def going to re-boot at some point i just want to get like...new icons / graphics n what not lol. i want a different psd n style. its very specific though i am bad at explaining things. anyways look out for that because it will happen.
i know i like,just archived / re-vamped not that long ago but i think i am going to do it again. idk yet,still thinking.
again,just want to say thank you for the support and love from you guys. it means everything to me and so much more. i can't say enough how much you all mean to me. i love you guys so much. <3
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Scout chuckled,genuine and dimples even make an appearance as she does so,“She is pretty smokin’. I always thought Colonel Mustard was pretty dapper looking.’‘She smiles,all the shitty feelings form earlier seemed to fade as she’s distracted and she finds herself thinking she can get used to this,day by day and baby steps. She wouldn’t waste time here,time didn’t exist and she’d make the most of it and spend it with the ones who protected her and cared about her and took her under their wings.
’'Hell yeah,you’re first since I haven’t played this game in ages. I’m sure I’ll loose within a few turns.’'She chuckles,pushing back hair away from her face as she watches Violet take her turn,impressed,she was definitely going to loose and her turn had proved that.
’'Shit,looks like you’re already gonna beat me at this. I’m just rusty.”
“We’ve only just started. You can turn it around,” Violet replied as she rolled the dice, making Miss Scarlett walk across to the dining room. She had always wanted to live in a house like the Clue mansion, long hallways and a creepy aura, the kind of place where a murder could happen at a dinner party and it wouldn’t seem that strange. Now she lived here and was never leaving, and she almost missed her old house with its modern decor.
As her pawn reached the room, Violet made her kick the other person in there, laughing a little as they rolled around the floor. For a moment, she felt like a kid again. It was nice.
“We should do like a personalised board. Each person is someone we know.” Although the only people they knew were the people in this house. Still, it would make it even creepier. Picking up the Professor Plum, Violet held him up. “This guy looks like my dad, right? And the maid is obviously Moira.”
Board games held a special place in Scout's heart and it's why she took them from her childhood home,to remember those rare nights when her folks would stop working themselves to death - literally,they worked in a funeral home as pro morticians and were damn good at their job. She loved the laughter and feeling free,she didn't think at the time of course like most would that she'd end up being murdered in one of LA's most infamous mansion.
She smiled at Violet once more,nodding her head in agreement,chuckling as she watches her pawn rolling around,it was the most joy she's felt since being here,before everything went to shit,it was nice to forget the reality of things and she could definitely get used to doing this more often,❝Ah,shit I forget the rules to this.❞She admits with a chuckle,shaking her head and looks down at her own pawn and does the same motion waiting for it to stop spinning and takes her turn nodding in agreement.
❝That'd be awesome and holy shit he does! Moira's could even paint the hair red if she wants to to match her. And w can get the others in on it too and make it bigger than this one,have our own little characters and whatnot.❞
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She can't help but think of Abigail as sort of a mother figure to her - something she didn't really have,John Kramer literally raised Scout,that was all she had until Amanda Young came and she saw her as more of an older sister even if she didn't fully trust her,she confided in Amanda a lot,often asking her things when she was a teenager and not having a woman around to ask,it was something she could only ask Amanda,that's how it was until she lost her too. She sighs,fighting off the depressing thoughts of people she's lost,she can't keep dwelling on it yet here she is and she wonders if Abigail can tell she's not over John's death.
She listens,biting her lower lip to the point where she thinks she might draw blood but it wouldn't matter,pain seemed to be the only thing keeping her here and not only on herself,but to those who deserved it too - it was a rush to put these people in their place and get them to open their eyes,by whatever means to do necessary and John's games did just that. The arm over her shoulder had made her flinch and she mentally smacks herself but speaks up at her response nonetheless.
❝I hope you're right,Abs. Nothing brings me any joy besides seeing these fuckers get what's coming to them. God I'm fucked,aren't I?❞
Lips stretch into a grin, Abigail trying not to chuckle as she leaned forward against the table. Abigail could say so much, really lay it onto the dead man who started all of this madness, but she couldn't bring herself to. Scout, in all of her oddness, was Abigail's friend, and she couldn't bring herself to damage the girl she had come to care for so much with her words. (Another one lost to the darkness, drug into the madness that plagued Kramer in his final years, a poison that seeped it's way into our world-) She propped herself up on her arms, taking a deep breath as she considered her next words.
"I think we're all fucked," she muses, looking at the woman directly, face calm. "The poison of our world managed to seep into us, and we're just trying to make sense of it." A sort of bloodlust, a need for blood to be spilled, the damned used to satisy the sick desires of the people Kramer twisted. "People hurt us, and now we gotta hurt people." Why? That wasn't a question she could quite find the answer for yet (another missing piece in this fucked up puzzle).
Green hue's focus on Abigail's form,hand goes to scratch the back of her neck as she thinks on how glad she is she has the other woman in her life. Sure,it was under shitty circumstances,and if things were different,if she wasn't raised by Kramer himself - in another life,she could see them being life long friends.
She was forever grateful,she needed more female figures in her life if she was being honest,she didn't have many options living with John watching him do his thing and bring in some disciples under his wing. She got along with most of them but it wasn't the same as actually bonding with people other than John. Despite this,Scout was just glad to have a family,a family she longed for.
They all had their reasons for doing what they did,and she was glad they didn't abandoned her knowing of who she was to John Kramer. She always feared that happening hence why she didn't go out much and try to meet people,John always found a way to ruin things for her,boyfriends and girlfriends alike would fall into his traps and games once he knew of their pasts and fell victim to him. She hated him for that but couldn't hate him for other reasons. With a sigh and her head turning to full face Abigail,she finally speaks after debating on what to say to that.
❝Spoke like a poet,Abs. I think you're missing your true calling.❞She says this with sincerity and a small smile,dimples make an appearance and she chuckles as she hops on the chair across the table Abigail's leaning against,green hues glistening at the other's words.
❝It's only fair,right? I mean,we've all suffered enough for enough life times to drive someone insane. Its best we take out the piss and the vomit in the world and make it more clean and kind like it should be.❞
back on my carach angren bullshit again.
tumblr text post inbox memes ♡ a series of sentence prompts taken from random text posts online. feel free to change anything as needed. happy writing!
“i am awake but at what cost?”
“am i cute? no. but do i have a nice personality? also no.’
“do people miss me? i can’t imagine myself as a person others think about.’
“i’m so tired but i’ll probably be awake until 3am for no reason.”
“do you ever just go “wow, i have a lot of repressed anger”?”
“i made fun of spirits living in my house and they revenged.”
“my kink is when people admit i was right.”
‘nothing is real and then all of a sudden, everything is very real with no warning.”
“too many songs about love. not enough songs about sword fights.”
‘i am not the same person i was 18 minutes ago.”
“nobody likes me.”
“stop making me laugh, i’m gonna fall in love.”
“british people be like: i’m bri-ish.”
“i miss the old you, the you who cared about me.”
“someone hold my hand and do that little thumb rubby thingy.”
“anyways, good night. i’m gonna go indulge in my unrealistic romantic fantasies until i fall asleep.’
“how do i stop growing up? this isn’t fun anymore.”
“i have nothing to say but will i shut up? no.”
“i, personally, would love to calm down, and yet-”
“you know you can die from that?”
“i hate arguing. i just wanna talk it out..”
‘i’ll get over it. i just gotta be dramatic first.”
“i am painfully aware that i am no one’s favourite person.”
“i’m not ignoring you, i just don’t know what to say to you.’
“f you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.”
“in the mood to delete everything, go missing for a month, get my life together and come back.’
“love is a fucking scam.”
“i’m not looking for a relationship, i’m looking for a bottle of vodka.”
i really liked scarlet from american horror stories. i vibed with her the most minus her being a murderer.
can i just say for a minute how much i love you guys? you're all amazing,incredibly talented and sweet and kind people. im so lucky to have the followers that i have.💞 you all mean so much to me. i appreciate every single one of you.💗
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She’s nervous,but most of all - scared. She isn’t scared of much,or afraid of anything. Fear being undead brought with not being afraid of anything anymore but she was terrified of the shit she’d get with Max. She didn’t really have too much trouble when it came to David,they always worked things out whenever she’d fuck up,which was often,more so in the reckless kind of way like her trying to get herself killed,even as a full vampire. It took her a while to cut the shit and just accept she wasn’t dying anytime soon. Max would have a field day with her when he found out about her helping Michael. Fuck.
She took him to where he would go in a few days time,but he couldn’t wait,could he? He had the right to know what he was becoming,regardless of the risk she was making for herself she owed it not only to herself,but to Michael and his family - she did not want them to suffer through this all because Max had the hots for his mom. She spots the surf nazi’s in their normal spot,a few punks are with them - music is blaring from a shitty boombox,and she can already smell their blood,she controls her face contorting for the time being and turns to Michael.
❝You’re going to want to stand back for a bit,Michael. You don’t need to be this close to me for what I’m about to do.❞She doesn’t turn to look over at him and just hope he listens and without a second thought to it,she goes into a frenzy,vamp face out and eyes yellow,face distorted and pouncing on the guy closest to her,sinking her teeth into his neck,the others scream and try to run,and she takes care of them easily,ripping off their body parts - heads included - and throwing them into the fire they had. She huffs,sweaty and covered in blood,she hopes he’s hidden,and finds herself standing tall,hoping he’s not terrified of her enough to run off.
❝This is what you’ll become when you give into what you’re feeling right now. That’s hunger,Michael. You need to feed to survive,to live forever and never grow old and never die. You’ll be just like David.❞
michael didn’t really TRUST anyone in the group anymore. not after the whole BRIDGE situation. he had FALLEN from a bridge and woken up in his bed. nothing had made sense. of course, things seemed to get more COMPLICATED. the fact he couldn’t go out in the sun without SUNGLASSES, the fact that he was so EXHAUSTED that he’d sleep until the evening. the fact that he had NEARLY ATTACKED his own little brother, sam. if it wasn’t for nanook protecting him, he CERTAINLY wouldn’t be alive. the pain that he felt internally? that was a COMPLETELY different thing. the fact he felt like he was SLOWLY DYING.
he follows after the blonde, running fingers through his UNRULY CURLS as they made their way to the beach. in the distance, he saw a bunch of surf nazi’s dancing & DRINKING around a fire. blue eyes side eye over towards the other, unsure what the point of this way. eyes seem to WIDEN whenever her face contorts but he doesn’t show much fear other than the SHOCK on his features. he’ll take in air into his lungs, holding it there as he takes a step BACK.
a hand comes over to his mouth, covering it as she POUNCES on someone he had seen MANY times upon the boardwalk. little does he know—…the SIGHT & SMELL of the blood causes his own eyes to shift to YELLOW. he can feel a FERAL POWER seem to raise up from his slowly ROTTING guts. his heart seemed to hammer in his chest as he watched scout RIP these HUMAN BEINGS apart. a part of him wanted to SCREAM, the other part of him GROWLED as he wanted to JOIN in on the frenzy. instead, he simply BITES into his hand, breaking skin.
a SCREAM leaves him, his self restrain becoming harder to fight. he’ll fall to his knees, then to his side as he CLUTCHES at his midsection, drool dripping from the CORNER of his mouth. his body QUIVERED as he picked his head up from the sand to look up at scout, eyes still a yellowish WHITE.
“i’m going to be a KILLER?”
She felt a pain in her chest she didn't know she could feel since she was undead,and she had felt it before when hurt. It was strange,feeling human feelings linger,but it was brushed off quickly when she calms herself down so she could help him - she couldn't be vamped out and have a coherent conversation with him in that way,seeing him like this hurt her more than she thought it would and the urge to help him even more came strong. She wouldn't forgive herself for him having this life. He deserved better.
She heard his scream loud and clear,she knew it'd be a lot for him to deal with,and knew the outcome of showing him what he would be if he fed on someone,now she was calm and had to calm him,if she could. If he doesn't try to kill her,that is. Half vampires were a pain in the ass,she should know she lives with Star. But Michael was different,he'd go as far as he could for Star and she knew that from day one when she saw him staring at the pretty brunette that night they saw him walking up to the motorcycles with her,David's gaze fixated on Michael.
She approaches him,slowly,cautious and sighs,getting a good look at him now that she wasn't vamped out,she looked up at him and simply nodded,taking a cigarette out from behind her ear and fishes out her lighter as she's placing the cancer stick between bloodied lips,lighting it,and inhaling deeply,exhaling through her nose she finally speaks.
❝You still have a chance,Michael. You're only a half vampire,like Star and Laddie. You only become a killer like me when you make your first kill. All you need to do to save yourself is kill the head vampire. And that's Max.❞
my younger fc for scout is chloe rose,specifically for her roles in hellions and pyewacket.
anyways,im not touching that shit anymore and for those concerned,adios. i don't care anymore.
psa -
im going to make this short n sweet for those who need to hear it - don't follow my blog if you don't like my formatting / how i run things on here. its so easy to block me and unfollow me and use the dm's to talk things out with me instead of using the anon feature. what's not clicking here? you do not have to be here nor continue reading what i post and what i write with my partners. its such a waist of time and energy and if you really can't listen to reason and try to understand what im saying back to you? get the heck off my blog and don't come back to lurk my pages and keep yourself angry at what i do and say. im so done with people thinking they can be rude and expect me to be a doormat and take it. im not backing down for any of you pesky anon's who clearly can't face me for whatever reason. you're allowed to hate me and not like my blog,go for it but don't expect me to just take your bullshit and not stand up for myself. any other anon i get about this will be deleted. so don't bother. go complain to an rp confession blog if you're this bothered. i don't care. leave me alone.
You play the victim while you and your followers expect disabled people to ask for accommodation rather than just being considerate of a known issue that disabled people have been complaining about for years on tumblr. It's not enough for disabled people to have to ask for accommodation in their real lives for you and your followers? We have to do it here too because your aEsThEtIc is sooooooo important.
okay,first of all - i am disabled myself so do not act like im an asshole deliberately forcing people to read small font. i understand where people with disabilities come from because i am disabled myself,so i always accommodate whenever someone doesn't use small font and use regular font to have people be more comfortable and be able to read our threads. i don't know where you get off thinking im someone who doesn't give a shit about my followers when i do,and im always incredibly understanding about their disabilities as well. i don't know what your problem is,but you could've easily said this to me off of anon if it was that much of an issue but you won't because you won't say it to my face and talk it out with me instead you choose to just harp on me when i explained to you that i apologize,that i do not format with small font when asked not to to better the partners experience with writing with me. im not even playing the victim when i literally explained myself and apologized for any harm i may have caused. if you really don't like me or like i run my blog then leave. unfollow me,block me. don't come back and keep getting upset over every little thing i say and do. im done with this conversation. im not going to continue this if you can't even listen to what i am saying and continue to try to police what i do with my blog.
So stop doing it? It makes your posts hard to read and now we know it is on purpose (and ableist for people with reading disabilities.)
i said i was sorry about it and that i will work on not doing it. im not trying to actively offend people by how i type and format. its just what i do and what im used to. i meant what i said about working on it. you don't have to attack me for it i literally said i would work on it.