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Okay So if ANY OF YOU THAT I RP WITH leave to go rp else where please let me know. I dont want to throw away what we have because of internet running jerks <3 <3 Please tell me. I have Skype, Email, and Kik for a reason okay

#ooc #[ this is especially relevant considering how much tumblr is ruining everything ]#[ I don't have a kik but I will def give you my skype if you want it ]

veritateem:

It’s killing you. People keep getting hurt and you just can’t stop it.

#about rowan

d-d-disgusting

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d-d-disgusting:

Vincent Kolenka Rolino

You'll get what's coming to you You know you’ll get exactly what you deserve

✖ Independent OC

✖ Triggering content - will be tagged

✖ OC/Fandom friendly

#promo #[ please follow the nice tall plantman ]

c0aldust

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c0aldust:

i. when HE touches you, do not scream. HIS holiness will burn where it heals; HIS name is written in a language you cannot speak across your chest.

KATE MILLENS :: SLENDERVERSE :: HORROR :: INDIE :: UNSELECTIVE

#self promo #[ i though i would get the graphic on this blog up yesterday but i finally got em done today ]#[ go talk to kate she is sick and afraid and in worse shit than rowan ]

sketchysketchesandgrossdoodles:

dullyanna:

undanewneon:

astriferousaesthetic:

go find what a fic of ur life would be tagged as on ao3

i h a v e m a d e a m i s t a k e

Angsty Danger Love Story

soulful farmer fluff

Subtle culinary bondage

#ooc #inexperienced zombie fingering #hELP

saferintheshadows:

“Well, we don’t know that for sure, do we?” Mar asked raising an eyebrow. She ceased her advance on Rowan and crouched beside the woman who was either dead or dying.

Setting aside the knife with care on the ground, so as to avoid getting it covered in more of the slowly drying blood, Mar pulled up a sleeve and searched for a place where blood hadn’t touched the woman’s skin on her neck. Difficult to do given the circumstances of her fatal injury. She placed two fingers just beneath the woman’s chin, and her eyes flicked up to Rowan as she counted silently, lips moving almost imperceptibly around the numbers.

“Yup,” she said with a concluding huff of air, and she straightened again, wiping her hand on the dead woman’s clothing. “She’s dead all right. What’s to be done now?“

"I didn't need you t-to tell me that," Rowan muttered sullenly, eyes still locked onto the grinning red gash across their victim's throat. The sight of all that blood was making their knees weak, forced them to curl their fingers into tight fists to keep claws from sprouting from them. It was bad enough Mar knew they were a murdered; she definitely didn't need to know the reason why. They didn't have any illusions about being able to kill her while she was fully aware of them and likely on guard. Their next words followed a grinding pop somewhere in their jaw.

"Why aren't you, y-you know, c-calling the cops or, or something?"

Was she trying to blackmail them? Rowan took a couple of staggered steps back so they could lean against the dumpster, palms braced flat against it to make up for the waning strength in their wobbly legs. If Mar was going to manipulate them, there was nothing they could do to stop her. If not, what was she doing? The average human being was not so casual about murder.

#saferintheshadows #ic

ツ

#razorteeth #answered #nsfw text #[ this is nigh on illegible but who tweets while they're trying not to panic?? ]#[ rowan #apparently ]

ツ

#dddisgusting #answered #[ tried to get a little creative with the username but ]#[ shrug ]

teddyursa-deactivated20180616

#about rowan #[ honestly when rowan gets past the whole 'thousands of people' thing they feel a lot safer in big cities ]#[ big cities make it less likely the same person will see them twice ]#[and there are more places for them to hide and hole up when it gets cold ]

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Send me a ツ to see a tweet my muse would post/make about yours

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roleplayerpositivity:

You can use this generator right here.

#prompt

gh0stglitter:

ok i may be a writhing, twitching mess of self-destructive impulses and delusions but at least, uh,

#about rowan

houndofgod answered:

“’s accurate. Now if someone finds a corpse they know what to do with one around you. Makes things much simpler.“

"But then they'll k-know about me! People can't, Audrey! They can't!"

#houndofgod #ic #[ iii can't remember if rowan ever learned audrey's name or not whoops ]

houndofgod:

Shocked faces stared at Audrey in the raw yellow light. The first man to unfreeze approached her, knife in hand. “What the fuck are you…“ She grabbed him before he could finish and twisted his arms behind him, straining them to their limits. “Hello boys! I’m looking for a Marissa Bera. Anyone with information please step up, or your mate here loses his arms.“

There was a moment of incredulous silence before several men pulled out guns of varying calibers and pointed them at the two of them. “Let him go bitch.“ demanded a man with a West Ham hoodie and a shotgun. Audrey sighed in frustration again. They never took the easy way out. “Have it your way.“ There was a moment when all the shadows in the room seemed to suck in towards, her as if drawn to her body by some nightmarish magnetic attraction. And then there was no woman, only a massive wavering pillar of darkness that blinked yellow eyes before biting off the arm of the man in its grasp. One piggy down.

They could only stare gape-mouthed as Audrey became something horrifying, a monster truly in every sense of the word. Rowan found themself unable to pull their eyes away from the scene--it certainly helped that where once there had been an arm there was now as spraying stream of blood, scent and all, but this was something bigger. Physically, sure, whatever she had become was huge, but the ghoul could almost feel the danger radiating off of her, and it pressed at the walls with its size. They were shocked someone like her had any interest in them.

Shocked, and terrified.

#houndofgod #ic

miczariel:

“I’m sure you have,” she said with a shrug, her tone light. It wasn’t a lie, either. They were still standing and in her world that counted for a lot. But she had experience with young monsters- her own son had almost been killed by a hunter. She held her hands up in a gesture of surrender, noting how far back they stayed, before examining her nails idly.

“I don’t know what you are at the moment but I have some ideas. If you can tell me a little more, I might be able to figure it out and if I can’t, I know people who can. Good people who try to protect things like you and me.”

“Things.”

The word fit uncomfortably well with the disgust they harbored at what they were, and their tone was just hollow enough to make that clear. Rowan glanced up and down the street as they thought over what Mic was suggesting, letting themself fall back to the idle of making sure they weren't attracting outside attention while they thought.

A name for what they were seemed almost like a dream after more than two years, something they might fantasize about to pretend there was some justification for what they were forced to do. Indeed, they'd discarded the idea that there might be others like them a long time ago, and swallowed the bile that they were a monster, and alone. It felt almost too good to be true that someone would be able to place them with people who understood.

So, naturally, they suspected. it was.

"A-are, are those p-p-people like us? Why w-would they want to protect me?"

#miczariel #ic

Draw "Insert corpse here" over their mouth. [It's totally ok!]

Rowan backpedals a step or two, glancing into the reflection of a nearby parked car's windshield to see what Audrey's written. It's a little difficult to puzzle out backward, but when they manage it they raise a hand to hide the marks.

"Why?"

#houndofgod #answered

Lenny draws a bullseye symbol on their forehead.

They flinch away from the woman's touch, seeking a window to read what she's written. It takes Rowan a second or two to discern the marks when they find one, around all the hair in their face, but when they do they turn back to her sullenly. There's not any fear in their voice, only a dare and exhaustion.

"I-if you're gonna shoot me, do it. And don't miss."

#anincoherentrambler #answered #suicide mention #[ ?? i don't know what to tag this as please help ]

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