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is honestly one of the kindest people i have ever met. i wouldn’t be around today without carling and i know that for a fact. she’s so smart and clever and she has such a fantastic hold on all of her muses. she makes all of them incredibly well rounded and it’s amazing. she’s amazing. carling is one of the only reasons i stay on this hellsite. i can’t picture anyone else i’d rather write with. xox
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serialclown replied to your post “oh no i liked too many of hhhotch’s posts now the horror blogs are...”
u fuckin should be
i ain’t afraid of no ghosts clowns
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what the fuck??? i just tried to look at his blog to see what was up and it says “saved”
dude really ? it just says error for me omg like why ????????? THE FUCK
❛ that’s some, uhhh... interestin' makeup ya got there, hunny. ❜
@serialclown gets a starter !!
❛ don’t you fuckin' die on me. ❜ for wendy :')
within temptation starters. || accepting. specify muse.
WHY DOES HE CARE? she’s practically his hostage, forced to cooperate with whatever half-cocked plan he was devising within that dirty skull of his. he didn’t seem like much of a planner – and she sure as hell didn’t think he’d counted on there being a robbery at the same pit stop they’d picked to gas up his truck. much to her surprise, Spaulding had stepped in, tried to reason with the man ( which, she assumed, was so there wouldn’t be an incident that involved the presence of cops ) but his lunge to disarm the culprit was just a tad too slow. the sound of the gunshot alone makes her freeze, instantly brings her back to seeing Jimmy’s brains splattered across Gloria’s face, her own chest… but it isn’t until the ringing stops that she realizes the blood on her chest is her own. large blue-green eyes slowly focus on the rounded hole just above her left breast, blood oozing from the wound in thick, steady pulses. her lips part slightly in shock, but there’s no sound aside from her shoes scraping the floor as she staggers and ultimately falls, dragging down a display stand in her attempt to stay upright. her world spins as he rushes to her side. WHY DOES HE CARE? his kin had murdered hers – perhaps not by blood, but they were the closest thing she had to a family back then, back before she’d watched as her husband’s face, devoid of the muscles and tendons holding it to his head, mockingly danced before her eyes while Otis and Baby laughed with glee at her misery and horror. the only reason she survived was because she’d been spared —– and for what? so she could live out her days, utterly alone, haunted by the memories of her friends’ corpses littering the motel room floor? it isn’t that she wants to die – it’s simply that, aside from her infant son waiting back at home for a mother who’s long overdue to walk through the front door, she has quite literally nothing to live for – but now that she’s staring death in the face, her vision blurring and her trembling body growing colder by the second, breath coming in short, panicked intervals… she’s scared. the only peace she finds in this moment is the knowledge that, somewhere, her friends are waiting to welcome her home. ❛ i– i’m s-sorry, ❜ she gasps, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. ❛ i can’t —– ❜ WHY DOES HE CARE? HE ALREADY DESTROYED HER FAMILY. NOW, FINALLY, THEY CAN BE A FAMILY AGAIN.
Alana’s been sitting there in PERFECT silence with Cutter for five minutes now. Neither of them could seem to find the words to say anything right now. She prodded and poked at him plenty in their past sessions, but this time she was convinced that PERHAPS by not talking, she could convince him to say something. Maybe if she didn’t come across so overbearing she could completely get him to pour his heart and soul out.
---------------OKAY, honestly, she almost made herself laugh out loud at the thought. Cutter didn’t seem like the type that would pour his heart and soul out for nothing. He didn’t seem like the type that wanted to do that at all. But in reality, what she really hoped for, was that he would at least say something just to BREAK her silence.
But, it didn’t seem to be working out for Doctor Bloom, and she was starting to get antsy. She glanced up at the clock. Only two more minutes had passed since she last looked at the clock. It made her start to FIDGET a little bit. Today, instead of her typical boot she was wearing a stiletto heel. Her legs were crossed, and with the extended leg she kept putting her heel in and out of the shoe, making a soft clacking noise.
FINALLY she snapped. She couldn’t take the silence any longer. She glances at Cutter. ‘ When I was younger, and I would spend the night at my grand parents, they use to have a coo-coo clock in the spare bedroom where I slept. Every hour on the hour that damn clock would go off. I’ve never allowed another clock like that in my presence again. ‘ She gestured to the simple & plain clock on her wall. ‘ I’m against clocks that can cause a person THAT much trauma. ‘ she smiles.
@serialclown liked for a thing!! // accepting
“ you know you snore, right ? ” piper mumbled as she shuffles into their shared living room. GODDAMN. even despite their rooms being across from each other, the clown sounded akin to a dying hog whilst resting, which was really messing with her beauty sleep. a hand shoves into blond locks as she makes for the ratty couch he already occupies, lowering herself less then gracefully over him ── legs draped across his lap. ( hey, it was the only place to lie down. ) he should know her by now. “ you need to start sleeping on your fucking side. ”
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