#atticbrother

[futurepop]

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     “You really wanna here it?” Despite what she just said, the only people who really are interested in the nonsense that comes out of her mouth are her fans. 

[vomitsoul]

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“trust me,” she starts, tone a little more serious, “if anyone gets it... it’s me.” to the extent of killing yourself, of course. anything else... not quite. not like she’s psychic, though. “why’d you do it?” a loaded question. 

[rcsurgence-blog]

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    A slight chuckle escapes prettily painted lips, amusement evident in blue eyes. “Oh, heavens no.” She says in a saccharin voice, but then her gaze moves skyward as if to ponder the thought, index finger coming up to tap at her chin. “The Doctor believes you have some... mental issues, while Sister Jude says that mental disorders are just a fashionable explanation for sin.”

    She steps closer, brows raising and lips quirking. “It’s me that thinks you’re a sick twist.” Her eyes travel up to his forehead, as if she can read his thoughts. “So much darkness,” She murmurs, but then she steps back and folds her hands behind her back. “Welcome to Briarcliff, Mr. Borden-- you’ll fit in quite nicely.”

[maraisrat]

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“ my daddy always insisted that spirits  didn’t exist, but this house... there’s somethin’ FOUL in here.”

[antoniwrites]

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Vida walked into the infamous Murder House property lines, switching herself over to the spirit realm. There was talk of this house, how anyone who lived in it would soon meet their death. Since she technically can’t die, she thought she’d give it a whirl. She approached a boy and tapped his shoulder. “Hey there, what’s your name?”

[of-ancient-blood]

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“Because. Sometimes when you mention them...or say their name, they appear. And I do NOT have the patience to deal with a demon right now.” Ghosts, she could do. Technically, a ghost almost became her grandfather. But demons were such divas. Always wanting something...who had the time for that?

[vileurge-blog]

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    HE COMES DOWN FROM THE HIGH of brief, impotent rage, shoulders heaving with every thick breath. Victor’s hands are balled into fists, nails biting into his palm hard enough that he feels the wetness of blood. Slowly, slowly, his hands unclench, and his shoulders relax -- though only slightly.

    “ Thank --- you, ” he breathes out, voice tight. “ People don’t. Usually believe me when I say that. If the situation comes up. ”

[offantasiesandfear-a]

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❝   –   well, you’re here too,   ❞      he is shamed, judged by the doctors, the nuns  –  OH, yes, sister jude has given quite her say in alex’s time here. but  –  to be judged by a patient, someone in his place too. alex objects to it.      ❝      why are you here, HUH ?  ❞

  She looks at him for a moment before she pauses. It took a moment for her to answer. A sigh escapes her lips as she speaks softly. “My girlfriend put me in here. So my reason being in here is because I’m lesbian.” A shrug rolls of her shoulders as she looks at him. “Got a problem with it?”

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