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naomi / 21 / dark smutty angst is my shit/ independent roleplayer nsfw / multimuse

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edgecfeden‌:

continued from here for @tenderlylethal​ !

she’s a beautiful girl—the kind a lovestruck boy would write tear-streaked shitty songs about, but lack of sleep is written in her eyes as she makes her way to oscar, trembling. more from exhaustion from fear, and it’s okay, for now. truthfully, it’s likely working in his favor. he doesn’t need her well-rested to break her; hardly needs her fully conscious to fuck her. he’s pretty sure there’s been times she’s woken up to the pain of his thick cock stretching her ass open. it’s all part of tearing her down, fraying her mind into thin strands of memories and desires and loves and hates that he can weave into his own design. “why, i just want to enjoy what’s mine,” oscar says, like it’s strange she should even ask. “there’s nothing wrong with that. now be a good fuckdoll and turn around. bend over and spread your holes open for me…show me my options.”

the first day was the worst of it, the pain of her body almost able to drown out the sting of the humiliation that tore at the very core of her soul and left the edges singed. annabelle had learnt by now that blood and bruises were nothing compared to having yourself desolated and stepped on by someone much, much stronger than you. someone who, it had come to appear, would rather see you die than disobey. she was terrified of him in a very primal way that left goosebumps on her pale skin when he spoke in his smooth, dark voice, and made her lips want to curl back in a snarl in response. “i’m not yours.” her heart was beating in her mouth as blood rushed to her cheeks, and she couldn’t tell if the rosy blush was one of rage, fear or embarrassment as she was doing what he asked of her despite her own inability to hold her tongue. “you already know what your options look like, you’re only trying to.. to humiliate me!” annabelle’s hands shook slightly as she held apart her cheeks, her eyes closing as she spread her legs wide and folded her body neatly over for him. behind her lids she saw the locker room of her high-school, because she couldn’t honestly say that she hadn’t performed in this position before during her cheer-leading days. mean older men and uncaring boys had been taking advantage of her the day that she first put on a mini-skirt and make-up. but never anything like this. ruination. “you don’t get to break me.” the last a promise desperately whispered to herself, future past and present, a prayer for her scrambled mind to hold onto during whatever was to come. 

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silvrmoon‌:

                ella always tried to look for the bright side of things. it had been that way since she was nothing but a little girl, maybe because as a kid that grew up in an orphanage, she didn’t have a choice but to see the bright side of things. either way, looking at the bright side of things had never been this hard. sure, the female hoped that her husband would get his memory back eventually, but how long would it take? what if what they held built during all these years was gone by the time he did? to say that she was scared would be an understatement, she was terrified. terrified that their daughter would never have her father back, terrified that she had lost the love of her life the day of the accident. despite all of it, she put on a brave face, she had to, not because of the little girl that would cry herself to sleep whenever her father forgot to read the usual bedtime story, not because of how lost she felt, but because that’s what she had promised him on their wedding day: to stay by his side no matter what.

 "i don’t know, maybe we could stay home, i can cook dinner and we could watch a movie.“ she suggested with a soft smile that faltered slightly at his next question. delicate fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, pearly whites chewing on her bottom lip. "what do you mean? i mean, we did a lot of things together. before grace was born we used to travel a lot, but now, i mean before, we did a lot of family things together, she loves going to the beach.”

grace. he flinched openly at the wound word. silas had looked up the definition of grace after the little girl had finally gone to sleep that first night, begging him to tuck her in like he used to. it had been almost too painful to sit at the edge of her bed, feeling rather than seeing the presence of his wife hovering somewhere nearby, taking mental notes on the stuffed toys arranged so carefully around her tiny body, the books haphazardly stacked on the bedside table, the blanket she held close to her face. things he might have taken for granted before, but which now tore through his heart with a relentlessness that was shocking to him. he didn’t know how to be a father to her anymore, all he knew is that with everything he had he wanted to try. 

grace meant elegance and beauty, but the definition that caught his eye was the religious one, although he couldn’t remember ever being religious before. “i’d like that.” he nodded, voice husky and low with emotion, his hands clenched with embarrassment at how broken he had become. “i’d like to be a family again, i know this can’t be easy for you, for either of you, but i’m trying here. i’m... i’m sorry.” 

unmerited divine intervention, that was grace, given to humans for their regeneration. maybe divine, certainly unmerited, but although silas had never prayed a day in his life, he found himself wishing hopelessly for grace until he tasted copper on his tongue. 

“i guess i never did learn how to cook.” he joked, trying to pierce the thick tension that had settled between them and ease their pain just a little. “that’s disappointing, i thought -- “ i thought i would be a better man by now. “why don’t we get a takeout, save you the work? you can start catching me up on all the films i’m missing in this crappy head of mine.”    

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edgecfeden‌:

it’s getting dark, which means she hasn’t eaten all day. her own fault. she hasn’t quite learned her place yet. setting aside his book, oscar tugs the long steel chain wrapped around his wrist, the sound of it rattling and scraping against the rustic cabin’s hardwood floor sudden and loud. “c'mere, c*nt,” he calls out over the back of the couch, tone casual like he’s asking his wife to bring him a drink. only—she’s not his wife. she’s an unlucky girl who caught his fancy last week in town, and so she’s dozens of miles from help, chained up and collared like an animal. three days in—that’s when a breaking tends to get interesting, where her resolve could be either crumbling or firming. “time to earn your dinner!”

she had been drifting somewhere between unconscious and conscious when her mind is rudely yanked into the present by the steel collar weighing down her tender neck, having been unable to truly let her guard down enough to fall asleep around her captor since the day he stole her away from her life and brought her here. her legs tremble and baulk under her weight, but she refuses to crawl to him, desperately trying to hold onto some semblance of pride even like this, refusing to become the animal he wants to make of her. the growling of her stomach feels like claws tearing at her flesh, she had never known what it was like to feel hungry before now, her sheltered life and doting parents had prevented her from ever really knowing what it was like to need or want. “what do you want from me?” her voice is hoarse from all the screams that have worn her throat over the last few days, it is low and as submissive as she was ever going to allow it to be. annabelle isn’t sure she wants to know how she is expected to earn her dinner, but she is determined to play along, gain his trust, at least for now. a girl’s gotta eat.      

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silvrmoon‌:

open to males based. ♡

       the past couple of weeks had been hard, harder than ella could have anticipated. while happiness had filled every fiber of her being when the male’s familiar hues flickered open for the first time in days after the accident, she was devastated. he didn’t remember her, or their daughter, or anything that had happened in the past five years. the doctor seemed to believe that bringing him home would help him with his memory, but that was still yet to happen. it was like living with a stranger, a stranger the blonde was helplessly in love with but that didn’t love her back, not anymore. it was overwhelming and more often than not, she found herself fighting back the tears whenever their little girl asked why dad was different. daddy is just tired, he needs to rest. that’s what she kept telling her, perhaps in hopes of convincing herself too. she had left their daughter with a friend for the weekend, figuring that maybe they just needed some time alone. “hey,” the female smiled at the sight of him as he made his way through the front door, pearly whites sinking into her full bottom lip. “how was your walk?” slender fingers reached to tuck away a blonde strand of hair before meeting his gaze. “i was thinking, maybe we could have a little date night tonight, just the two of us, what do you think?” 

fragile, that was the word that kept flickering through silas’ mind. what was left of it. the doctors all said that memory was a fragile thing, not to push himself too hard, and that hopefully the last five years of his life would make their way back to him without him having to hunt them down and lose what was left of himself in the process. he could feel the absence of them, the gaps in his mind, but there was nothing more substantial than shadows his fingers slipped through upon grasping, an echo of a song that had since faded. when he saw his wife, or the woman who claimed to be his wife, that’s what he thought. fragile. he didn’t know anything about her but he could tell she was close to breaking. was that an echo of the bond they used to share, the almost telepathic communication only shared between soulmates? or was it just because every time the little girl who looked so much like the two of them came up and hugged him he could never react in the a way that seemed natural, and it was breaking her heart bit by bit?

silas shrugged off his jacket as he walked into the house that had once been a home to him, holding it in his arms because he was still unsure of where he was supposed to put it, was there a coat-hook that had been reserved for him? had he come home after long days at work to hang it there, take off his shoes and kick them into a corner, scoop up his wife and say “honey, i’m home”? she was standing before him, looking nervous, but then again that might just be her natural temperament since that had been the way she had stayed ever since he left the hospital. fragile, nervous, clearly holding her tongue. “sure.” he replied gruffly, hands in his pockets, an unwilling stranger in his own home. “what did you have in mind?” and then, unable to hold back the curiosity in his tone, “what did we used to do, you know.. before all this?” 

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svltpill‌:

open to: f/m/nb. 30+ plot background: hayes was in a biker gang in his youth & was a hardcore criminal willing to do anything for ‘the family’ before he got busted & sent off to prison for three years. when he finally got out, hayes left ‘the family’ behind & attempted to put that life behind him. your muse is from that life, is still in that life, & is trying to tempt hayes to come back because you guys had a thing before everything went down.

“     i’m an history professor, for fuck sakes.     “     hayes took one last swig of the cigarette pinched firmly between his fingers before leaning over them & reluctantly stubbing out the smoke in the ashtray residing on the edge of the bedside table.         he didn’t want to have to explain the lingering taste on his lips on top of everything else to his partner when he finally went home.       “       i’ve also got a kid and a woman who need me at home, so i don’t know what you’re expecting out of me. i’m not going back to that shit — or that life. it’s just not fucking happening.      “       he says this, as if it he wasn’t contradicting himself at that very moment;         as if after meeting up with them for the first time in years & taking them back to a motel wasn’t ‘going back to that shit’.         they were that shit.       this was that life. his past was biting him in the ass, they were biting him in the ass, & he didn’t know whether he should be running or laughing at the irony of it all.         brick by brick the foundation he laid out was crumbling & he could do nothing but observe it as it all but fell into ruins. 

a smirk curled the edges of his lips, dark eyes alight with something close to mirth at the other’s words. “a professor... how cute.” cassius drawled, although of course he was already fully aware of what hayes was up to, having kept tabs on the other male ever since he had waltzed out of his old life and into the welcoming, boring, warm arms of civility. cassius wasn’t a man used to being left behind, he didn’t know how to be forgotten. and there was something violent in how it hurt to be back at the other’s side after all these years, the pain that came from being able to slip into familiar patterns so easily, picking up where they left off. “your family,” cassius let the words hang in the air, thick and heavy, full of threat. how it hurt to hear him say they needed him, when hayes had never seemed to care about those who had needed him before ( how he had needed him, before ) “you once told me that I was your family.” the words left him shakily vulnerable, and his back instantly straightened, his hands curled to fists, his eyes darkening with something dangerous. “maybe I should pay them a visit, see if I can get them to change your mind about helping me. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how... persuasive I can be.”  

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so I finally got myself a new laptop and I’m back and can’t wait to write again! please like this post if you’d like me to respond to any of your open starters, and shoot me a message if you’d like to plot / continue anything we were doing before I left

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dreamxdoms‌:

“You remember how that played out last time,” he warned, pressing closer to her. His hands found her waist and he pressed her against the wall, lowering his lips so that they grazed hers. “Now, what did I say? I’d hate to have a reason to punish you, Lorelei.” Her name tasted sweet on his lips and he drew in a steady breath, eyes roaming her body with a sinful look on his face. He pressed himself into her core, letting his little sister get a taste of what was to come if she didn’t behave. 

She cowed under his intense gaze, her heart a hummingbird in her chest, blue eyes flickering between his imposing frame and the safety of the door - knowing with only a glance that she would never be able to make it past him toward it. The slightest touch of his lips on hers was like being burnt, and she could have sworn she felt his gaze trail over her skin. “ Shut my f-fucking mouth before you give me something to really cry about.” Lorelei repeated his words back to him, gulping around the rudeness of the word, hating how coarse and unnatural it sounded in her mouth. She squirmed a little in his grip, testing how strongly he had hold of her and how easily she might slip away if his attention was broken, gasping ever so softly when she felt him press into her with a petal pink blush staining her pale cheeks. “I’m not afraid of you anymore, Braxton.” Lorelei lied, her voice straining slightly with effort. “You can’t keep doing this,” And then, somewhat more bravely adding, “I won’t let you.”   

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dreamxdoms‌:

plot: Braxton is a manipulative and often violent person, your muse is often the object of his frustrations; open to any relation

“Shut your fucking mouth before I give you a reason to really cry.” Braxton blinked a couple times before stepping towards them. “Let’s not give the rest of the family anything to be concerned over.”

Trembling lips purse together as Lorelei steadies her small frame against her bedside table, brushing her tears hastily away so that her brother will not see them and mock her further. Get..” She swallows, her voice hoarse, she hardly ever has the nerve to stand up to him and it shows in her voice, so whisper thin you could slice it on your teeth. “Get out of my room, Braxton, I’ll call mum and dad, I mean it!” 

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puretaboo‌:

yvette couldn’t believe how easy this had been. after so long biding her time, watching the other’s house for the various patterns of her victim’s activities, she was here. hidden in a closet, watching as her prey was getting ready to sleep. there wasn’t too much of a plan here. she had duct tape and rope, but she’d only seen this stuff in movies and badly acted videos on pornhub. that being said, yvette wasn’t about to pussy out. she was going balls deep with this one. as she waited for the lights to flicker off, for the sound of her obsession to slip into bed, she emerged cloaked in darkness, making her way to tower over the other.

open to females/nb :: yvette has been stalking your muse for a month. your muse has noticed strange goings on ( finding many of their belongings missing, strange noises outside ), but does not know yvette’s identity yet. connection/s include frenemies, bullying victim, sister’s best friend, teacher/teaching assistant, anything really except a blood/marital relation. this thread is dub/noncon.

she had been plagued by this nightmare before, in high school, back when yvette was the terror that haunted the hallways and ripped at her pride with her perfectly manicured claws. the torment was unceasing, inescapable; emmeline never knew what she had done that had singled herself out for the treatment and spent countless hours second guessing and self-hating, afraid to turn any corner out of fear that yvette would be waiting. she props herself up in bed, covers clutched closed to her chest in the hopes in might give her a small piece of comfort, and repeats ‘it’s just a dream,’ softly to herself as she reaches for her bedside light, her stomach sinking with every breath as she realises that it isn’t, that her bully is no apparition but the demon herself, and that she’s holding duct-tape and rope with a manic glint in her eye that says everything emmeline needs to know about what she’s doing in her bedroom at two am. a scream seems to fill her entire being but only leaves her as a terrified gasp, already beginning to hyperventilate, and after she finally unfreezes her lifeless limbs she bolts for the window, desperately attempting the latch before pounding her fists on the glass. “ get out, get out! ” emmeline can’t even look at her, the weirdness of the last few weeks finally becoming crystal clear. she’d been watched. how long had yvette been planning this? “ i’m calling the fucking cops, my boyfriend is coming over soon and you’re fucked... please, just go, take anything you want, just leave me alone! ”

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hey guys sorry for my inactivity, i recently broke up with my boyfriend of three years and it’s hit me pretty hard and killed my muse. hopefully i’ll be back soon because i really miss writing with you wonderful talented people, maybe tonight or tomorrow, or within the week. peace. 

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fcklvst‌:

she wanted to run. it was the one thought that kept running through her mind and lucy couldn’t help but seriously consider how she could possibly get up and run out of the diner. if it hadn’t been for the gun she knew the woman had placed on her lap she might have given it a try but lucy knew better. when the table shook lucy whimpered, sinking into her seat even as she refused to take her eyes off of the woman. she wasn’t about to call herself the genius of the family, but she was at least smart enough to not end up in debt with the mob or whatever her brother had done, however it seemed like that genuinely didn’t matter. the woman was out for money or blood, or god knows what, and lucy wasn’t keen on finding out what but it seemed like the unknown option c was going to end up being her only choice. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to patronize you, it’s admirable what you do, refusing to let anyone look at you and dismiss you because you’re a woman,” the brunette tried again, and she could feel herself hold her breath as she awaited the blonde’s reaction, not quite sure if she would lash out again or not. but it did sound like a good offer so far, anything not involving a gun somehow seemed like the best choice available and lucy nodded, “okay, that sounds good? did you order any food or so, i have a little bit of money, i mean not enough to pay off what my idiot brother owes but, i can pay for food if you want i could pay for yours?” lucy rambled nervously pulling two twenties out of her purse and throwing them down on the table before she stood, holding onto the edge of the table to make sure she could stand on her shaking legs.

her wild blue eyes were transfixed on the girl that sat before her, a bumbling mess of fear and uncertainty. the stench of it lay thick in the air between them, a glorious perfume, one bonnie could get high off for the rest of her life. the expression twisting her beautiful features was almost loving, and she rested her chin in the palm of her hand, nodding her head along with words she was barely hearing, the thoughts in her head a rose tinted massacre as she pondered on all the wonderful things she could do with the girl once she finally got her alone. “ that’s right, honey. ” bonnie oozed with pride, reaching out to pet her hand. “ don’t ever let a man tell you what you can and can’t do. and if he tries? an axe to the head always sorts out that little problem real quick. ” killing this kid would be no fun at all, that fact was so clear to her now. little lucy had so much to learn and bonnie was so eager to teach her, the mothering instinct that usually lay dormant inside her bubbling up to the surface with every tremble of the girl’s lips. “ aw honey, no. what did i just say? ” she pursed her red lips in disappointment, waggling a finger in her direction as she collected her things, gun slipping into her purse and resting comfortably beside her pastel pink compact mirror and cigarettes. “ i don’t want your money anymore, chicken. love the desperation though. keep it up, that’s the kind of energy i’m looking for. ” it really did sound like a compliment coming out of her mouth, and she wrapped one arm around the other girl’s shoulders to effortlessly guide the two of them out of the diner, grabbing the cash when the other’s back was turned to stuff it into the back pocket of her jeans, a winning smile for the dumpy waitress that definitely wasn’t getting a tip that day. 

“ like i said, hon, a debt can be paid in all kinds of ways. ” her car beeped a welcome as she unlocked it, a vintage beast of pink steel, tires that could pound more miles than a race car. the air between them seemed light, friendly, and bonnie was eager to keep it that way to get keep lucy docile and quiet. like boiling a frog. she slipped into the drivers side and popped open the door for her, applying a fresh layer of lipstick in her rear view mirror, not bothering to check whether or not the girl would be brave enough ( or stupid enough ) to join her in the passenger side. it would be irritating to have to run her down if she chose to flee, but the man who cleaned bonnie’s car was very good at rubbing out the stains that a body would leave on the metal. “ she’s a beaut, in’t she? a thunderbird, 1959. i saw her one day and it was like destiny, i just knew we were made for each other. ” another day maybe, she would tell lucy about what had happened to it’s original owner, but for now she was content to smack her lips, the memory tasting sweeter than the day it had been born. “ you’re just going to love how she handles. ” a spare smile for lucy as she turned the key to the ignition, the car purring under her careful grip. “ ready? ”

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hausofsin‌:

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hebe was never the jealous type, that just wasn’t in her emotional vocabulary, but she couldn’t help but feel bad, feel inadequate next to the other women in the court. there was her own mother, the beautiful paragon of motherhood, aphrodite didn’t need any explanation, artemis with her wild beauty, and she could go on. she turned to the one sitting next to her, “do you think i’m beautiful?” she asked earnestly. 

athena turned her head to look down on the girl beside her, an unusual hint of surprise and amusement sparkling in her grey eyes. “ i don’t see why that should matter. ” she laughed, pragmatic as ever. as wise as she was, she would never be able to understand the intricacies of the mind of a teenage girl, godly or not. “ why do you ask? ” her gaze flits over the younger, marble hands reaching to brush a thumb over the girl’s cheeks in a gesture that could be comforting, or could just be to take her temperature, making sure that she hadn’t been taken over by some sickness that was causing her to doubt herself. 

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grimxstrokes‌:

It was one of those times in his moments where there was only one recourse of action and as much as it really hurts and really is very insane to do that – John was the insane man to do it. The voices in his head had foretold what was about to happen, and flashes of war, cries of battle and gunshots and cannon fire could be heard as he sat there in his van. The anxiety biting into his mind and he could not cope for it any longer. Just outside, the sound of music coming out from one of the rather lavish houses in the residency and the cries and shouts of joy of the kids in there was just egging him on. Come on, John, the voices whispered. It’ll be just like old times, it’s just you defending yourself, the sounds and the chaos will soon come to us, you gotta do what you gotta do, as he could not take it any longer. He exited the van and went to the back doors, pulling on a mask over his head to conceal his identity, before pulling out a blunt object – a cliché item, but it makes a whole lot of difference, as he wielded a barbed wire baseball bat and headed to the house.

Sluts, the voices chorused. Whores, degenerates. All must go, as he knocked on the door and the unsuspecting people in the house lets him in – and what a chorus it was as the cries of joy turned to anguish and fear, as one by one fell to the bat with a sickening thud and a squelching of flesh and bone meeting steel and wood. One by one he raised his arms and swung the hammer, and every time he did, they fell down in a heap on the ground. He was not done, as he went upstairs and cleared out the rest as well. He trailed onto a woman clad in a scantily clad outfit with cats ears and a tail, as she scrabbled into a room and as he walked in, he watched her take a lamp to defend herself, as she taunted him. In response, he pulled off the mask he had on, as he came face to face with the woman who had ruined everything. “Remember me?” He spoke, voice chill and unnaturally calm. “You took my woman away from me. I take your life next, you little bitch.” He said, as a quick kick to the gut took her out as he pushed her onto the bed. “But you know what. Let’s make your passing a lot more aggravating for you.” He said, as he pinned the young woman on to the bed.

Remember seemed too casual a word, Max was engulfed by the memory of the worst night of her life. Sure, it had been an accident, and any authority figure would have told her the same. But that didn’t change the fact that it had happened, that she had been hungover and reckless and probably shouldn’t have smoked that joint right before getting out onto the road late at night. It didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t actually waited around for anyone to come and fix her mess, but had driven off in a blaze of terror, struck to the very marrow by just how broken a body could look after being hit by a car going full speed down an empty dirt road. The sudden recognition had frozen her stubborn bravery in it’s tracks, leaving nothing but emptiness. It felt like all of her organs had fallen out of her body, leaving nothing but a cold wind in their place. “ I didn’t -- “ She stammered, falling back as her one weapon cascaded from her clammy fingers, the lie impossible to tell as the wound that had lay festering under her skin was prised open and all the guilt she had built up over the year leaked into her bloodstream. “ I-It was an accident! It wasn’t my fault! What the hell was she d-doing in the middle of the road like that! ” But if she truly believed that, why didn’t she raise so much as a fist in retaliation as he beat her down and pushed her onto the bed? Why did it feel almost as if the world was righting a wrong, finally bringing balance, blood for blood? Tears were streaming freely down her face and she can’t remember when she started crying, and his hot breath against her face feels so repulsive that she doesn’t care if she deserves this, because she can’t die like this. Her hand reaches up and his flesh is hot and soft under her sharp, bitten fingernails, and she claws at his face with all her might, spitting in his stoic features as she howls for help.

If her hands hadn’t been clasped over her lips, the two tussling over her head would have surely heard her broken cry ring out over the carnage that reigned. Her therapist had called it PTSD, but Emmeline privately believed that it was the spirit of the woman that haunted her waking life. After it had happened the girl had found it hard to go on, and Max’s repeated claims that it had been an accident had never made the killing easier to internalise. Her body showed up in her dreams almost every night, the way her blood had seemed almost black in the moonlight, her body splayed at the most unnatural angle. The days were worse, even the sound of a car starting made her want to scream, and it was impossible to know what would trigger the visions of the dead woman, or the horrific confusion of not knowing what was real or where she was. There wasn’t a moment that went by that she didn’t feel her presence looming behind her, and she was constantly on the cusp of falling right back into the nightmare that never seemed to end, right back to that dirt road, right back to her dying screech, to the horror that she had started and that the killer on the bed seemed intent to end tonight. Could she find it in her heart to blame him? 

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fcklvst‌:

it wasn’t the answer she had expected. lucy thought that once she told the woman that she wasn’t the one she was after, that it was her estranged brother she really needed to talk to that she’d just leave. lucy didn’t expect her to state how neither she nor her boss cared who really owed the money. shaking her head lucy sighed nervously, breath shuddering as she nodded, “no i get that, i understand, it must be hard, being a woman and all like do they not take you seriously? because they absolutely should you definitely seem like you mean business to me,” lucy mused, clearing her throat in an attempt to get rid of the tremble that betrayed her when she spoke. she was terrified, and arguably lucy really did have to insist that she had the right to be. “i can’t give you the money, i don’t… i don’t have what he owes you because i didn’t know you’d come to me about it, how was i supposed to know that? wait, you don’t actually care do you? you just care about the money, that i don’t have…” the brunette trailed off, knee bouncing up and down nervously, “is there nothing else i can do? anything just please don’t kill me.”

only moments before had she been lamenting over how difficult it was to live her life as career criminal with a cunt, but bonnie’s manic mind somehow registers lucy’s empathetic words as a personal attack. perhaps she’s just allergic to pity, or maybe her wildly swinging mood was simply yet another meticulously crafted layer to her intimidation technique, but the blonde reacts so abruptly, slamming her fist down so hard on the plastic of the diner table that the plates rattle and the milkshake froths in her tall glass. and for a split second all eyes dart to them, and seem to collectively agree that the loud bang couldn’t possibly come from the seemingly docile women, returning to their plates just in time for bonnie to raise a finger and point an accusation at her lunchtime companion. “ so is that it? you don’t think you need to take me seriously just because i’m a lady? ” the hand that snaked out to clasp over the other’s wrist with a vice-like grip begged to differ, her voice low and surprisingly reassuring when she leans in to confide, “ oh, just look at you, you little angel. you look so scared, it’s so sweet. listen, baby, of course there’s something you can do for me. i’m not all about money, you know. there’s always another way a debt can be paid. ” somewhere deep in the depraved depths of her gaze is something dangerous and enticing, practically daring the girl caught in her headlights to take her up on the hail mary she’s willing to offer. “ why don’t you accompany me to my car, and we’ll see if we can’t work ourselves out a little deal of some kind that doesn’t involve the gun in my lap. ”

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Josephine Skriver

a starlet from the golden age of hollywood dies young, tragic and beautiful during the last hazy days of that long summer, and is cast as an angel taken away too soon by the headlines of the national news. a country collectively mourns, but keeps on idolising her, every moment of her life looking brighter and better in bitter, nostalgic retrospect. her ghost a better figurehead for her fame than she had ever managed to be. 

liza grace is a face that everyone recognises, but a shy soul that few knew. she had been born to live a life of glitz and glamour, but her heart yearned for sweet simplicity. it took a certain kind of person to be the person they wanted you to be, the perfect babydoll, the beautiful vixen; roles that had always been ill-fitting and weighed heavy on the young girl’s shoulders. her life was a tale spun by rumors and whispers, directed by the press. it was hard to keep up with whether she was loved or hated, whether the heaving mass of people waiting for her as she stepped off a plane were gathered in support or revolt. it seemed like nowhere was safe or sacred, the flashing lights of the paparazzi were always on her periferal. the stars of hollywood were dropping out of favour like flies, finally snapping from the paranoia of having eyes on them constantly, the highs and plummeting lows of being so beloved by so many. 

the official report goes that one day at the age of twenty five liza grace slipped into the mississippi river and never resurfaced, assumed dead, because who in their right mind would leave a staggering fortune like hers behind? on the day of her funeral, an affair that danced across the screens of several hundred people, she was zooming down a highway in the passenger seat of a stranger’s car. red, catlike sunglasses are all it takes to hide her identity, these people don’t care for movie stars, and she takes her first hit of green from a man who can’t keep his hands off her, the anticipation of adventure and a life without expectations sweet as honey on her tongue. she’s free to discover the person she could be without the golden sheen; warm, humourous and sweet, bashful, naive and trusting.  they’re off to the first ever woodstock, a couple of dollars to their name, the long road ahead of them an open invitation. 

send in a faceclaim for me to make a character out of! // or like this answer for a starter from liza!

[tenderlylethal]

serial killer starter for @grimxstrokes 

“ i’m not scared of you. ” it was a lie, and an unconvincing one at that. this year the annual high-school halloween party had been killer, in more than one sense of the word. the bodies strew out haphazardly over the shining linoleum floor could have been mistaken for teenagers who had partied too hard and paid the price if it weren’t for all the blood. the stains alone would take some unfortunate mother months to scrub out, and it ebbed and flowed like it had a mind of it’s own, pooling in the kitchen and dripping out the back door, a statement about what had happened here tonight, and the nightmare that max was still fighting just to live through. the killer had her trapped in the upstairs bedroom, and being surrounded by the pink wallpaper and stuffed toys of what was clearly a child’s room seemed like one final indignancy. max grabbed the nearest weapon, a fluffy lamp that weighed heavy in her fist, and faced the man with an expression that was more angry than scared, because rage was the only thing that could blind her terror, and she was determined to go down fighting.  “ is this all you’ve got, fuckhead? is this really the best you can do? ”

she had been on the rooftop, alone with the stars to calm her anxiety after a jock in an offensive halloween costume had hit on her and not been able to take the word ‘no’.  emmeline had a joint in one hand and a beer in the other when the world had gone to hell, the screams emminanting her way from downstairs sounding far too similar to the ruckus of the party to alert her to the killer amongst them in time, only leaving her with the moments she needed to squeeze her body under the bed, cursing internally at her pathetic excuse for a hiding space, vowing to never again judge the final girls in any horror movie for their bad decisions under pressure, if she could ever stomach another horror film again  if she’d even be alive to see it. when max hurried into the same room as her she was moments away from crying out and pulling her down into her hiding place, but the scream lodged itself in the base of her throat the moment she saw him following close after her. they had always been close, mistaken for sisters, but emmeline’s desire to survive had her frozen to the spot, her eyes wide and filled with tears as she listened to her friend try to be brave, knowing in her heart that these would be her very last moments.  

[tenderlylethal]

Arden cho

bambi lee was only twenty three when she became immortal, and she uses that to her advantage. she had found him on a sugar-baby site, of all places, and by the time he had been lured in by her profile that reeked of innocence and sugar, it was already too late for him. getting him to fall in love with her had been so simple that it almost made her pity him, a few months, a flutter of her lashes, a body that teased and teased but never really gave him what he wanted - because men never really wanted anything that they could actually have. she refused his money because she was after something much more valuable, but he saw it as a sign that she really wanted to be with him, because she adored him and couldn’t be without him, and bambi was more than happy to fuel that belief.

persuading him to change her was the tricky part, due to the severe laws put in place by the bloodsuckers who lorded over the part of the country bambi lived. changing a human was against their creed, but bambi had persuaded this naive, lonely monster that she was his soulmate. he was so careful with her, and it made her despise him. the vampire curse that he lamented over constantly when they lay together, head pressed into soft pillows as he sobbed over his bloodlust, and how he only felt like a good person when he was around her made her taste vomit in the back of her mouth. he didn’t deserve it, but bambi? bambi knew what to do with a gift like that. when he finally bit her, a lengthly, ritualistic affair that he viewed as a kind of marriage but that she saw as his own last rites, she felt a euphoric bliss wash over her that only strengthened her resolve. she had thrown him under the bus mere hours later, and watched from afar when he burned for his crimes, meeting his terrified eyes with a smile.

she’s intelligent, adaptive and knows she’s beautiful, which perhaps makes her even more dangerous than her cold, calculating nature, her wicked sense of humour, her inclination toward obsession and the sadistic streak that comes when you realise you’re the most powerful player in the room.

send in a faceclaim for me to make a character out of! // or like this answer for a starter from bambi!