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| closed text convo | Joan & Maureen

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TATE,,

Who welcomes death? 

As she spoke, Tate felt well… Worried. Had things gotten so shitty after the shooting for her that she wanted to die? He suddenly found himself asking the million dollar question…If he had it to do again, what could he have done? He shook his head, too many thoughts, too many god damn feelings at once…  It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Why?” Tate asked, dark brown hues fixed intently on the other. He warily reaches his fingers out and tilts her chin so that she had to look up at him. “Why would you wanna… Die, I mean? It’s shitty, death is.”  he said, only to be puzzled further by her next statment, her saying that she’d be the way she was forever.

Recognition dawned then. He held her gaze and asked quietly, “You’re a vampire, huh? I’m just… I can’t die. Maureen said it. She told me about the spell, said she was doing it to right two wrongs.” Tate explained his particular situation as best as he could, moving closer to Joan as he spoke because it was sort of cold out that night.

Granted, neither of them got cold… Not anymore. And they never would again unless somehow there was a way to reverse their situations. Knowing Joan was immortal, like him… He didn’t see himself trying too terribly hard to find a reversal. 

Their walk down the beach was quiet for a few minutes, he found himself stealing looks at her. They stopped again, to sit down at a picnic table when she told him she was glad he let her live. 

“I couldn’t… I got to ya door and all I could do was stop… Like if I went in there, with a gun… Everything I knew about you or you mighta known about me…. I’d have changed it all. Sounds selfish now but back then I just… I knew I was going to suicide at the end… I mean I knew what I did was going to bring SWAT right to my ma’s front door… I didn’t want to die knowing you’d always hate me. Because I… I loved you or something.”

As he’s speaking, he’s tapping his foot, he’s scratching his head. Just mentioning the L bomb made the mostly mercurial male itchy all over. Because he could love others… He just felt like he wasn’t worth loving. “At least somebody took care of ya. I’ll have to tell her thanks…” he managed, mostly to alleviate the awkwardness he had probably created.

She asked him a very loaded question… One he knew could end things before they even began if she didn’t like his answer. But if he lied, he’d lost her already.

It was a lose lose for him. 

“Are you sure ya want to hear my answer?” Tate asked, taking a few deep breaths… “Those assholes… The girls… They were all so god damn shitty towards you, Joan… I… I couldn’t watch it anymore, I couldn’t watch you come out of the bathroom with red eyes… And then that one asshole, Kevin, he… He said something so disgusting one day in study hall and I snapped… I took an assault rifle and I shut them all up… Permanently. I mean that wasn’t the only reason but it was the biggest one.. There was the way they all treated Addie, all the shit they did and said to me and I couldn’t take it anymore.. Now you know and you can hate me if you wanna. I hope you don’t, I just… Been down this road before, okay? I know I’m crazy. I know I’m a dark person. That’s me. I’m fucked up.”

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Joan;;

“Tate…”  That was all that Joan managed to get out before she cupped his face in her hands and leaned forward pressing her lips against his.  She kissed him, kissed him so much that her lips felt as if they were only supposed to kiss his from then on.  Like Tate was the only person she was ever supposed to kiss.  “Tate..”  She whispered against his lips, her ghosting over his.  “I love you…”

She kissed him once more thinking about what he had sad.  “You could have told me Tate.. I would have gone with you.. fought in the noble war…”  She trembled in his arms.  “I could never hate you for what you did.  You only did what I wasn’t brave enough to do.”  She looked up into his eyes.  “Please Tate.. no matter what please never leave me again…”

She took a deep breath.  “The world is a dark place without you in it.  You may see yourself as the darkness.. but in my lonely life… you are the light..”

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Tate,,

She cupped his face after he’d looked down, gone to messing nervously with the hem of his sleeve waiting on her to run, to abandon him, he honestly thought he’d really and truly fucked up.

He honestly thought it truly was a lose lose for him. He’d been honest and if he were still being honest, deep in the darkest corners of his mind well... He knew that his entire justification of what he’d done was fucked up at best, homicidal and just plain pyschopathic at worst. He didn’t feel things like other people, his feelings were..

Extreme. 

he was either in a murderous rage when angry, down so low he never thought he’d be happy again when he was sad, passionate when in love and selfish and jealous and desperate when he thought his back was against the wall and he was about to lose someone or something.

His eyes widen at her words because it’s not like with Violet this time. It’s love without conditions or strings. Love that unlike the love his mother gave, he doesn’t have to jump through hoops or beg for, or degrade himself for. 

“ I love you too, Joan.” 

The words left his mouth and for a second, he was anxious, he was wondering if he shouldn’t have said them. But then she pulled him into this kiss and... He melted. Literally, he felt like he could melt.

It was strange ; but the kind of strange you like and you want to have happen again. And so Tate kissed her back, picking her up and holding her as he did so, deepening the kiss, hungry for more. “I could get used to hearin that. And saying it.” he mumbled against her lips.

“ I won’t. I’m not going anywhere, Joan. Ever again.” he promised, his forehead finding hers as she told him that he was her light. “You’ve always been mine. I’d see you and I’d know that there was good in this shitty damn world.” Tate admitted, keeping her in his arms. “I wish I’d made myself known then.” he admitted, smirking at her a little as he added, “Your beautiful. Through and through.”

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| closed text convo | Joan & Maureen

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TATE,,

“Yeah, that’s true. Mo could use a family anyway.” Tate shrugged, warily grabbing her hand, swinging their hands a little. He was a ball of nerves right now, the combination of being alive again and... Well, meeting Joan... But there was something about that even... He felt like he should know her... Like he should know her  very well.

“Mine, huh? Yeah, that kinda sounds like shit she’d do. Probably stole all the silverware in this damn place while she was at it.” Tate muttered, looking at her standing there in his jacket. Normally, he’d be very possessive of his possessions but... he was still trying to figure out how in the hell he knew her.

Because he knew he did.

“Nah.. You wear it. I don’t really get cold.. Or I haven’t yet.” Tate shrugged adn gave his trademark crooked grin. “The Countess?” Tate asked, brow cocking... He hadn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about Joan, while familiar, while it felt like he should know her, something was also very different.

Her next words confirmed it and he gave that cocky grin again as soon as it hit him. “Joan!” he muttered excitedly, and then a puzzled look but adding, “Ya weren’t nerdy... You were a lot nicer to me than a lot of the others. I remember now.”. The beach was up ahead, but he stopped their walking and asked with a nod to her obvious unaged figure, “You’re supposed to be an adult... I skipped ya homeroom, Joan, so you wouldn’t get killed. I just... I couldn’t kill you like I did the others. I don’t know why, I just... I let you live... So how the hell are ya still 18?” his warm brown hues filling with an uncharacteristic concern for probably the second time in his entire life while he waited on her answer.

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| closed text convo | Joan & Maureen

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TATE,,

Something about what she said made him curious but Tate was far too focused on everything around him. He’d gotten sort of internal as a ghost, sort o self absorbed, he stopped noticing the little things. Until Violet but then he royally fucked that one up.

 Anyway, he was too thrilled at actual pulse to race and actual blood coursing through his veins, of hearing his own heart beat for the first time since the day he died to ask her. Mostly because this was the first decent conversation Tate had had since well... In a while. 

He coughed a little, fidgeted with the sleeves of the one shirt he’d scrounged up and peered out the bedroom window again. He thought he saw a girl crossing the road but he wasn’t sure. “Sadness, huh?” Tate mused, pacing the room, beat up Chucks softly scuffing the hardwood floor. The yelling continued downstairs and he chuckled a little and then said quietly, “I wasn’t... I mean I didn’t feel sad then. I can kinda see it now...” which shocked him because it took a lot for him to admit to it.

He hadn’t even really shared it with Violet, really. Few people knew that deeper side. He kept it hidden in sarcasm and anger until it turned him black on the inside. Now this girl really had his attention.

She fuckin knew somehow. Without him having to do some fucked up thing to make her notice.

He smirked as she knocked on the door and then told him that it wasn’t easy to open doors with her hands full. Jogging down the stairs, he barely beat Maureen to the door, Maureen telling him, ‘If you hurt her Langdon, I swear to God, Hell wont’ even be safe for you, got it?’ and smiling a little -in her usual grumpy way- as she nodded to the door and called out to Joan, “We’re alive!”

Tate threw open the door and his breath was gone, it was like the wind knocked right out of him. For the snarky asshole with everything to say suddenly he was speechless. For a moment, a rare event occurred... A smile crossed his face as he took the grease stained bag and then her hand and explained to Maureen and Moira -the latter not looking thrilled at tate at all but when was she ever really- “Going to the beach. Don’t wait up, okay?” and stepping out onto the porch.

“Hi... So, that jacket... It kinda looks familiar. I had one like it... Always used to wonder what it’d look like on... Fuck I’m awkward... It looks good on you, Joan.” Tate managed, nodding to the sidewalk.. “So, umm... We can take that walk now?” as the arguing on the inside picked right back up where it left off.

“That’s gotta suck for Mo. Her aunty is alive and almost the same age as her. I t hink they’re both kinda stubborn. Could go on all night.”

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Possessive Starters!

“You belong to me.” 

“You’re mine to own, understand?” 

“No, you’re not going out without me.” 

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.” 

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out?”

“You’re not allowed to see them anymore.” 

“You’re being too friendly with them.” 

“I don’t like when they touch you.” 

“I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.” 

“You can’t leave me. You couldn’t live without me.” 

“I provide for you, you don’t have to work now.” 

“I’m locking you in your room until you learn!” 

“You’re mine, I watch everything you do.” 

“Give me your phone, I’m going to read your messages.” 

“Who were you talking to?” 

“You don’t need them! You have me!” 

“I don’t care if you don’t like it, you’re mine to do what I please to.” 

“Be quiet, now.” 

“Come here, I’m marking you so that everyone will know who you belong to.” 

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| closed text convo | Joan & Maureen

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Tate,,

The way she said it... The Tate Langdon, like he was a celebrity or something, not some guy who shot up his high school after lighting his mother’s sex toy on fire, well.... It made him feel important. Feeding Tate’s massive ego usually wasn’t advised, but... It felt good. 

The feeling faded quickly, the male was nothing if not mostly mercurial at best. Still; the smirk remained as he paced the dark purple obscenity that his room had been made into, nosing around in Maureen’s various trinkets and things while he talked to this girl, this Joanie. 

“You say that like I’m a celebrity.” Tate mused after a few seconds, gaping at the sheer amount of shit in his old closet. ‘She own any clothes other than black or red ones?’ the male mused to himself, promptly raising a brow when she mentioned being from the 80′s and knowing who Nirvana was. “You a ghost too?” he asked, curious suddenly.

She had a really pretty voice. As soon as the thought entered his brain, he did his best to shove it out... But it lingered.

“You’re on your way, huh? You might wanna be careful. Maureen and the old battle ax are at each others throats downstairs, somethin about how Maureen needed a mother, proper parental guidance or somethin. It’s pretty loud.. Wanna hear?” his eyes lit up even if joan couldn’t see, the idea of someone being made miserable sort of amused him.

However wrong that might be.

“You’re an angel. There’s no actual fuckin food here, just junk and salady type stuff.. Guessing Maureen’s not a meat eater... You bring a burger too... For you. I’ll take ya to the beach down the road. Somethin tells me the two red heads are gonna be at it all damn night.” as very loud arguing could be heard from the level below the one Tate currently stood on.

He peered out the window, glaring in disdain at his mom’s house. None of the lights were on... Maybe she finally left town. She hadn’t been coming by anymore, he’d been wondering why. “I’ll try. Might just be better all around if I leave this damn house to the rest of the ghosts. It’d be nice to finally just leave, Joan. I’ll see you soon, okay?” he mused as he stepped away from the curtain.

There was this feeling in the air; it felt like something even bigger than he realized was about to happen. He felt excited and apprehensive all in the same breath.

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| closed text convo | Joan & Maureen

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[text > Joanie] So… I may have done a v. baaaad thing. Well… Bad 4 me. Good 4 u. ;p

[text > Joanie] Yepppp… I fucked up… He’s alive and he’s eating all my damn food.

[text > Joanie] So… that spell? The one for reanimation / immortality? Turns out that shit works? Who knew this old house actually was one of the missing Hell Portals?

[text > Joanie] He’s bitching bc I don’t have Nirvana. Send HELP.

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{Text > Mau}  What?  Huh?  What are you going on about?  What did you do? {Text > Mau}  You.. you got it to work?  Eating?  Who’s eating?  {Text > Mau}  He.. Oh my.. you…

{Text > Mau}  TATE is alive?   How did you?  Portal to hell?  I’m on my way.. keep him entertained.  

{Text > Mau} Here..  -Sending File Nirvana-  Play those for him.

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[ Text > Joanie ] The thing... With the summoning something and putting thingies into my little wok and simmering them... That spell, ya know?

[Text > Joanie ] Tate.. He’s eaten all my Twix... Now he’s got my lucky charms... I’ma get a baseball bat in a minute, knock him tf out. He’s eating WORSE than a stoner who just stood over a garbage can of burning weed... I can’t even... SMH.

[Text > Joanie ] I did, my darling Louise. Thelma has done it! I am a golden goddess! I have made life... 

[Text > Joanie ] HE IS! Annoying as fuck all but ALIVE. Side note... My great aunt? Alive too... Not happy with me at all. She’s sooooo grumpy! Pls hurry omg! I’ll try.

[Text > Joanie ] THANK YOU. YOU ARE A DARK ANGEL M’LADY!

[ Text > Joanie ] My aunt thinks I summoned Satan. Fuck no I did not. Does she really think I am THAT stupid? Like it was a dark ball of light and then the lightbulbs shattered in the living room. NBD really....

“What’s that thing?” Tate nodded to the phone in Maureen’s hand. She gave him a glare but told him it was a cell phone. “It’s too damn small to be a phone.” he grumbled, but then he hit play on the file that finished downloading when she le ft the room and curiousity took over...

He read back up the texts and snickered to himself. And then he took a stab in the dark and highlighted the number listed for this Joanie girl. She kinda had that aire about her, kinda like Violet. And if she knew Nirvana... At the very least, it would piss Maureen off because he’d been ‘alive’ again and she’d been bitching nonstop the entire time. The. Entire. Time.

The phone range 3 times and then he heard a soft female voice on the other end. “Hey... Is this Joanie? I’m Tate. Saw the conversation, saw you askin about me.” as he paced the room, fingers dragging through thick blondish brown curls, tugging lightly. “Thanks... For the umm... Nirvana. I could not stand listening to anymore of that screaming shit Maureen calls music...”

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| closed text convo | Joan & Maureen

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[text > Joanie] So... I may have done a v. baaaad thing. Well... Bad 4 me. Good 4 u. ;p

[text > Joanie] Yepppp... I fucked up... He’s alive and he’s eating all my damn food.

[text > Joanie] So... that spell? The one for reanimation / immortality? Turns out that shit works? Who knew this old house actually was one of the missing Hell Portals?

[text > Joanie] He’s bitching bc I don’t have Nirvana. Send HELP.

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Send "I think I need help..." for my muse's reaction to finding yours in the bathroom standing on the shards of a broken mirror with blood on their hands and sobbing hysterically.

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original male muses

Nathan Turner | age 18 to 25 | born in Houma, Louisiana | student; was in the same frat house as Kyle Spencer, missed the bus and avoided his death. Is going to school to become an architect | single | straight | solemn and quiet but loving and loyal | only owns black t shirts | likes heavy metal and first person shooter video games | was Kyle’s best friend and knows what happened to him | coven original character | fc: andrew garfield

Grayson Morrow | aged 18 to 27 | born in Dallas, Texas | sent to  the asylum because he kept having “outbursts” and was eventually ‘diagnosed’ as having DID, he actually does not. He has some form of bipolar | favorite food is macaroni and cheese and he’s once been put in confinement because he beat up three guards and stabbed one in the throat with a fork during a ‘break’ | asylum original character | fc: arthur sales

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original female muses

Maureen O’Hara | age ranges from 18 to 28 | born in Baja, New Mexico | student ; works as a candystriper or intern at the hospital | will become a nurse | is the great niece of Moira O’Hara, yes, Moira as in the maid... | Is the spitting image of a younger Moira | loves heavy metal and the color black, drives too fast and stays up too late | alcoholic who loves to write and paint while drunk | has a huge interest in the occult and bought Murder House solely because she knows her great aunt died there | very morbid and dark, can be sweet but masks it well under layers of cynism and snark |murder house original character | fc: deborah moll

Elise Parry | age ranges from 17 to 22 | born in Shreveport, Louisiana | A descendant of the Parry bloodline of Salem, Elise’s unique powers are touch empathy, meaning that she can touch things and hear the last thought of the person who touched them previously. She can also hear others thoughts only when they’re very loud or intense one | Graduated (or attends) Robichaux and due to a very shitty home life, was taken in when she was probably around 8 by Cordelia. If she’s already graduated, she attends LSU and she’s in a sorority but comes back to the Academy for weekends to see her ‘adopted mother’ and help with the girls on campus now. | loves peanut butter and chocolate syrup sandwiches, cherry coke and going braless | very sweet and helpful but can be sassy and sarcastic, has quite the backbone and nerve considering her life BEFORE Robichaux. | Coven original character | fc: Debby Ryan

Marjorie Kranston (Mars) | Born in Germany, mother is unknown but suspected to be Elsa Mars | age ranges from 17 to 21 | Came to America when an American soldier adopted her and bought her home | Lives in Jupiter Florida, works as a waitress in the diner, attends teaching school | wanted to be an actress | loves dancing and singing and the color bubblegum pink | very shy but sweet, has a relatively long fuse and can be a bit of a pushover and trusts too easily | Freak Show original character | fc: Aimee Teegarden

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directory of canon males

AHS MURDER HOUSE

Tate Langdon | Evan Peters

Ben Harmon | Dylan McDermott

AHS ASYLUM

Kit Walker | Evan Peters

AHS COVEN

Kyle Spencer | Evan Peters

AHS FREAK SHOW

Jimmy Darling | Evan Peters

Dandy Mott | Finn Wittrock

AHS HOTEL

* still getting a feel for the season to be honest.*

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directory of canon females

AHS MURDER HOUSE:

Violet Harmon | Taissa Farmiga

Constance Langdon | Jessica Lange

AHS ASYLUM:

Sister Jude | Jessica Lange

Grace Bertrand | Lizzie Brochere

AHS COVEN:

Zoe Benson | Taissa Farmiga

Madison Montgomery | Emma Roberts

Fiona Goode | Jessica Lange

Cordelia Foxx | Sarah Paulson

AHS FREAK SHOW:

Maggie Esmerelda | Emma Roberts

Elsa Mars | Jessica Lange

AHS HOTEL:

Countess | Lady Gaga

Hypodermic Sally | Sarah Paulson