#blacksheepkendra

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SADISTICLANGDON'S FOLLOW FOREVER // PROMO                                          because we do actually appreciate you guys.

I've had this blog for over a year now, that is currently 1560 pages with 15, 593 posts, 44 drafts and probably well over 200 themes have been plastered on this blog. In the time it's taken for me to blossom this idea, get this character out there, this boy with sad black eyes that I've adopted into my life, with the help of you my loyal and loving followers, lord knows I've tried my best with him and I can still remember the first time I ever wrote the horror he's done. I have been given something positively miraculous-- about 1,520+ followers, over 1500 friends and role play partners. Langdon was created for one purpose and one purpose only, to consume the darkness, just like he had been declared as in the finale of American Horror Story Murder House. Tate has grown through experiences that I never once thought I'd ever be writing, with phenomenal people who intimidate me and make me bite my lip and pray no one is sneaking a glance at my screen--                                I've never had so many thrills                                I've never had so many chills                   or as many tears wept over a single character              ( apart from Dumbledore, that shit struck home hard ) Tatum Harrison Langdon, has become very much apart of me and apart of my life and although it's scary to say considering what a horrible monstrous boy he is, he's something that I can never begin to describe being in my life. I created Tate Langdon in a desperate time when I needed an outlet besides cutting my skin and numbing out the world.                   I found that support and that release here with this blog and with all of you here today. You might have been following me for a few months, weeks, days or a few minuets. Perhaps you've been here since the beginning of this asshole creation and I say deeply from the bottom of my heart--                                      thank you.                                                                                                       x---CJ Dillon

                 Over the course of the year(s), I have grown fond of many roleplayers, both mun and muse alike, I have made enemies and lost friends, partners and I have lost my muse more times than either of us care to admit. Despite the harshness, people have always come and talked to this fucked up, unstable creature of mine, we grew attached and to show my appreciation to the role players, I'm going to list some of my and Langdon's favorites, now this doesn't mean I don't enjoy talking to everyone, because I do.     But these are the people who I have plotted with, made tears spew with and caused a tub full of emotions in Tate, the people who despite have 3 threads on the go, are always up for one more and the one's I admire more and more in every single reply they give me.                                      

in no particular order

[ Loyalty ]  || whether in character or out || Always.

madly-lovely-stonem, taintedsuicide, blacksheepkendra, violetgoescommando, innocentiia, extimore, sollitarius, jillsfamous,prettylilangeleyes, ohwicked, herfuneral, lavanduleaes, 

[ Adoration ] || blogs that give me amusement || Inspiration.

kit-theasswalker || browneyednoblewar || deadlysick

   I love you all and again, really--Thank you so much for this.                                   I sincerely hope I don't let you down.

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"Kiss me, quick!"

Send me “Kiss me, quick!”

and I’ll generate a number from 1-25 to see where my muse will have to kiss yours:

3. Back of the hand

Tear streaked and huddled into himself in the living room downstairs, nothing but the flickering whip of the fire flaming warmth over his cold dead skin. Eyes blurred and the heels of his hand is pushing into his sockets, shaking his head and whimpering, whatever reason it was that had him like this, he wasn’t in the mood to talk about.                    In all honesty he really hadn’t meant to wake her up, Langdon hadn’t even heard her come downstairs, must be a fairy thing one would suppose. He sniffles and tenses up as a small hand slips on his shoulder, petting his neck and he turns sobbing and kisses the back of her hand, nuzzling into it with a broken sob and whine.Hands clutching onto her wrist and pulling her in tightly to bury his face in her bosom, mouth kissing along her hand and up over her forearm until his cheek met with her white material nightgown.

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⊕

Send me ⊕ for a

pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

Pro's

Pretty sure they’ve always had a taste for kink

Gothic awesomeness

X-treme

Always happy fun fun time

Sexy

Actual  trust so possible gentle lovin's

I had another fact but I totally spaced tbh

Con's

Um the bond of friendship could be demolished

No hurt feelings ok but he specializes in that

Tate loves Kenny but not the kind to put his dick in her

Friend-zoned

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I want the K

16. Angel Kiss:

To give someone an angel kiss, kiss them very gently on their eyelids or on the spot right next to their eye, using just your lips. It’s a very romantic way to wake someone up or say goodbye.

"Shh—Shh it’s okay" A soft pet of her side with the open palm, ringed fingers pull her closer, tender and careful. Eyelids have fallen heavy, while Tate looks down at the small speckles of blood covering her face, the same blood that he’d washed off his hand not too long ago.        Perhaps now his love will know, silly little monster boy—                     when will you learn not to break your toys?"There there, Kendra..Shh..It’s alright" A soft hum and he pulls her closer to his chest, wrapping her in a warm embrace of a ghost boy, leaning in with his eyes shut and he presses a small kiss to the crook of her temple, the light feel of battered eyelashes whim along his cheek and he leans back, adjusting his frown while petting her side, thumb running over her hip bone.The kind of monster that beats you cruelly then takes you in their arms to make it better, kick you down then pick you back up—But only on his terms, it’s always on his terms his rules, his love, his demands..He’s a ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ.                                                “I’m here, don’t be scared, I’ve got you—”                                Oh yes, Tate has her, more kisses to the side of her cranium.   Not wanting the taste of blood on his lips, head tilts to the side as he keeps her cuddled closer to his fade of a person that once existed wholesomely, petting, silly little fairy.Silly little girl, don’t you see why he had to do that? “You understand why I did that, don’t you?”  Sad voice, lumped and broken while he whispers into her hair.    “You were going to love someone else, more than me—And we can’t have that—We can’t”

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♔

Send in ♔ for my muse’s reaction to

yours pushing mine up against the wall

“You know" Grunt and his head tips against the wall behind him, back aching from the  table making his back bend in an inhumanly angle, the pain was searing but his little fairy couldn’t of really hurt him so he’ll untangle her fingers out of his shirt and shove her back taking a step forward. "You could of had a much better vengeance plan” What did that silly little boy mean to her anyway?            He’s better off dead anyhow, Tate searches his pocket ignoring her angry spiteful hate thrown at him with her venomous tongue. “I mean really, shoving me back into the wall and table hurt, but look at me, still over powering you” Words spoken with smoke pushing out his rounded lips, shaking his head and he slowly paces around her, inhaling sharply and staring at her with his cold black eyes.                              “Do you wish to know how much he screamed your name, when I cut open his                                                                                 chest to remove his heart?” At least Langdon returned it to her after all, a little note from My Bloody Valentine after all, he thought it was awfully romantic but didn’t these silly girls know? He was the only one, allowed to touch them, love them? They belonged to him therefore no other, maybe have them. Silly little fairy, let him remind you."Or do you wish to just get to the point where I beat the shit out of you for trying to hurt me?" A smirk and he holds the cigarette out for her to take.You ruin everything you touch              & you destroy anyone you love.

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blacksheepkendra replied to your post: I AM OFFICIALLY NINETEEN BITCHES

Happy Birthday CJ!

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE <3

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‡‡ ‡‡ ‡‡ ‡‡ ‡‡ ‡‡ (Very much Sir)

ooc:

youre so precious, i luff ya.