Bormot

Bormot the Lodger Indi RP BLOG || Game - Knock Knock|| 18+ Mun || Literate/Multi-para/3rd Person || 10+ yrs RP experience || Willing to RP with MANY OC's and characters from other fandoms || Will be selective || Lovecraft/Call of Cthulhu, outlast, and Ds/DST especially welcome.

[itstheblob]

zebra pens… are good

is wigfrid making battle-centric small talk, or does she interpret any and all complaints made towards her as a request for her to stab the problem to death? only you can decide.

[the-valiant-valkyrie-deactivate]

Böth

[itstheblob]

> thinks abt character mods > only plays wilson ever > doesn’t put this in fandom tags

[txinspttinlzrad]

@the-naughty-list

[the-lodger]

//This is the blog! And thank you! I plan to get back to RPing here soon.

[markiplier]

A COMPROMISE

100 Thousand Reblogs and I will let Dark and Wilford live.

Anything less and they’re dead FOREVER.

[sixpenceee]

[thenimbus-deactivated20200907]

“would you like a pant, friend?”

[ovenroastedtwerkey]

Slenderman gotta work retail now? Smh, this economy fucked EVERYONE

[leaving-earth]

reblog if you would buy a pant from slenderman

[moonhoneymoon]

HeCc no

[the-lodger]

Closed RP {The Rickety House}

[crackingfaith-blog]

~ [ partner: @the-lodger‘s last reply ] ~

*{◷}* “I wish I could say ‘make yourself at home’, maybe if I were still me I could show you some sort of friendly hospitality. But as I am now I’m afraid you might take it as invitation to overstay your welcome.”

Despite the irritated expression on his face it did not sound as though these words were said with any anger behind them. And the man simply stood there, light in one hand and a bit of the cloth from his gown in the other, and he tilted his head curiously as though to watch what the other might do.

Ilias nearly jumped a bit when the sliding peep hole was opened once again. He felt his gaze fix on the man as he listened to the words that the scientist had to say. Soon they ended with him shutting the hole again and working on opening the door.

The sound of numerous locks brought a feeling of worry to the Father. If something could frighten a man to this level of paranoia, it made him believe it could only be of another world. He had faced creatures of that nature before and he was certain he’d have to be doing it again.

Once the door swung open and Mateo was beckoned inside, he moved cautiously into the large house. His eyes trained on the man closing the door before taking a quick second the glance around his surroundings. Such a particular little home in the woods.

He turned his attention back to the man in the gown now listening to his words.

~[ ♰ ]~

“I will try not to push my welcome, sir. I only wish to speak to you of any strange happenings that you may be having.” He chided as he gave a soft smile to the man even though it was lace with worry. “If you have seen anything that could be described as … weird.”

[the-lodger]

{⚙}The house was crummy inside, what little sunlight there was seeped in through the boarded up windows. The wind outside moved the branches of the trees, causing the light to dance where it hit the floorboards. 

The man of the house came a little closer, passing by Mateo and entering another room. He waved his hand for the priest to follow him as he went. 

               *{◷}*”I have seen many things. At first I did not believe they existed. I dismissed them as lack of sleep, a trick of my tired mind. But as time passed I came to believe what I was seeing was real. Believe me, Father, I did seek help. But everyone pegged me as a madman. I’m not.” He paused and then set the lamp down on the dining room table. “But you believe me don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t be here now. So why do you want to know about my experiences? “ 

[herbert-west-re-animator]

Notice: The warnings are to keep you safe. I realize not everyone is interested in reading about these things, or roleplaying in these scenarios. If you are someone who is squicked/triggered by any of the above, I ask you to keep yourself safe and block my blog if need be, even though I WILL tag each of these triggers should they appear in my roleplays. The last thing I want to do is upset anyone, so please keep yourself safe out there. 

In correlation, if you ever need anything tagged then please ask me and I will tag it as soon as I can. 

[horrificmemes]

Our muses are in an elevator together when suddenly it shakes, stops abruptly, and the power begins to flicker. Send me “13th Floor” for a starter.

[the-lodger]

Closed RP {The Rickety House}

[crackingfaith-blog]

~[partner: @the-lodger‘s last reply]~

*{◷}* “Go away,” the voice croaked angrily, eyes narrowing. “I don’t want to talk to anyone, and certainly not someone who I’ve never met before.”

With that the peephole was slammed shut. Not another word was spoken, but the creaky floorboard behind the door did not creak either. No weight had been redistributed.

The priest was stood in front of the door with a look of surprise painted on his face. He he furrowed his brow and listened closely , but noticed the other had yet to leave the door way. Or he assumed so by the lack of foot steps retreating. There might be a chance to speak with the man yet.

He glanced around the forest and shivered. The gloom that lurked over the place still lingered and the Father was sure it would not disperse. He breathed in heavily as he thought of words to say. After a moment or so he finally spoke.

~[ ♰ ]~

“Sir, I can understand that. I know you do not know me, but what I need to discuss with you is important!” He called out to the man behind the door. “Have you been experiencing strange happenings?”

As soon as the last two words left his mouth he felt a chill run down his spine. He breathed out and continued on still. He wasn’t going to turn away from fear of horrors that make hide in this forest.

~[ ♰ ]~

“Seen things, mayhaps?”

[the-lodger]

{⚙}Just as quickly as the peephole had closed it opened once more and the eyes peered out again, bulging like a flies and emphasized by the bags around them. His breathing was hard through his nose and sounded angry for a moment. Then it stopped bid huff and he held it.

              *{◷}* “Seen things?” he echoed. “You know more than I gave you credit for. Just who have you been speaking with? ”

A moment more of heavy breathing, eyes bugged and unblinking, and then finally he spoke again, while his eyes shifting to look off to the side of the door with the handle.

              *{◷}* “A moment, and I will open the door for you. Do not move. Do not…disappear.”

The slot closed once more and then could be heard  the jangling of chains and latches coming undone. Not one, not two, not three, but more and several so. And when finally all the locks and chains had been undone the door creaked open and there stood a man who looked worse for wear - if one were being polite about his lack of kemptness.

He wore still his nightclothes - covered in a thick layer of dirt and grime- and then a scarf about his neck to fight off the winter’s cold.  His hair was tousled and greasy and dirt marks covered his face. His hands twisted nervously at his gown, around the are where his thighs were.

              *{◷}* “come in,” he gurgled in that high pitched tone, grating and uncomfortable on the ears. “It’s been a while since I’ve had guests of the… like-minded persuasion.”

With that he stepped aside to allow the other in, his moth eaten slippers making a flapping sound when he moved.

His eyes watched the father like a hawk as he entered, and they did not leave him when he slowly shut the door and watched the other. Not a single light in the house was on, and the scientist reached then for his lantern - which he had set on a nearby stand while unlocking the doors - turned up to be a little brighter.

              *{◷}* “I wish I could say ‘make yourself at home’, maybe if I were still me I could show you some sort of friendly hospitality. But as I am now I’m afraid you might take it as invitation to overstay your welcome.”

Despite the irritated expression on his face it did not sound as though these words were said with any anger behind them. And the man simply stood there, light in one hand and a bit of the cloth from his gown in the other, and he tilted his head curiously as though to watch what the other might do.

[the-lodger]

Closed RP {The Rickety House}

@crackingfaith

{⚙}The woods beyond Arkham were home to many a strange thing. Tales of monsters and demons were birthed from them, leaving men to fear treading into the thick forest of gnarly trees whose branches seemed as though to grab at you. The bony hands of the forest threatened to grip at any who past through her body and the haunting tune of her song played when the wind howled through the trees. 

But deep into the woods where lay a clearing, stood a house, large and threatening. The windows were boarded and the door locked tight, and nothing entered it in the night accept for the wind that bellowed through the cracks in the woodwork, and nothing left it in the day save for the lodger who lived there but all his life, though hardly was he seen. And he was a scientist, so the residents of Arkham said, who had graduated from Arkham’s own Miskatonic University. Though it was said also that in these days he had forgone his occupation as a scientist, and was now but a shut in who spoke nothing more but the ramblings of a madman. 

And so his doorstep was where Father Mateo had been lead on his latest investigation. And though there had been a knock no one seemed to come to the door and not even a sound could be heard from inside. It seemed for a time that no one would in fact come to answer the beckoning knock, but after a time more there was a single creaking sound and then a small peephole in the door was pulled open and two sickly eyes - heavy with insomnia and red with fear and anger -peered out to gaze at who it was that had been doing the knocking. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” croaked a rather shrill sounding voice at the man who stood on the doorstep. 

[crackingfaith-blog]

There was a fear that the priest had felt in the bottom of his stomach when his investigation had led him into the thick forest behind Arkham. It felt like the cold dread that would slide down and wrap thickly around the gut where it would squeeze. It was like anxiety and nerve mingling to grip at the Father’s very soul. It unsettled him, but still he continued on.

Ilias Mateo was not a resident of Arkham. He didn’t know what would lie beyond the woods that he had been lead too, but he had heard tales of a scientist living out all by his lonesome. As the priest traveled farther into the woods, he was becoming more and more skeptical of any kind of life being hidden in beyond the trees.

When he had found the large house in the middle of the clearing, he nearly didn’t believe it. He supposed the words he had heard were true. The surrounding aura seemed heavy and dark as if something resided that was not of pure nature. This would be where his next investigation would be had it seemed.

So Mateo made his way to the door step of the house and knocked on the front door. The moments of silence that he met made him wonder. He was just about to step away from the door when the peep hole was opened. He gazed into the sleep deprived eyes for a second or two before he found his voice. 

~[ ♰ ]~

“Oh! My name is Father Ilias Mateo. I had heard rumors of a scientist in these woods and I was hoping to ask you a few questions.” He began as he studied the small bit of the other he could see. “But… are you alright, sir?”

[the-lodger]

{⚙} The eyes grew skeptical of the man’s words and the one behind the door breathed out lowly, defensively. The lower flesh under his left eye twitched with discomfort, and he seemed for a moment to refuse to blink, the whites of his eyes slowly becoming red and showing the small veins of his oculars. His brow crinkled further, knitting together in distaste and uncertainty.

               *{◷}* “Go away,” the voice croaked angrily, eyes narrowing. “I don’t want to talk to anyone, and certainly not someone who I’ve never met before.”

With that the peephole was slammed shut. Not another word was spoken, but the creaky floorboard behind the door did not creak either. No weight had been redistributed.

[the-lodger]

Closed RP {Sweet}

Continued from [x]

{⚙} The man recoiled onto himself, pulling away from the extended hand. He made some strange sound of distress and gave an unconvinced quirk of his brow to the strangely colored fellow. Bormot had never been good about trusting people, especially those he’d only just met. 

“We’re all lost aren’t we? In some way or another,” his shrill voice gurgled. 

Cryptic, as always. 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send ⛓ to capture my muse

[the-lodger]

Closed RP {The Rickety House}

@crackingfaith

{⚙}The woods beyond Arkham were home to many a strange thing. Tales of monsters and demons were birthed from them, leaving men to fear treading into the thick forest of gnarly trees whose branches seemed as though to grab at you. The bony hands of the forest threatened to grip at any who past through her body and the haunting tune of her song played when the wind howled through the trees. 

But deep into the woods where lay a clearing, stood a house, large and threatening. The windows were boarded and the door locked tight, and nothing entered it in the night accept for the wind that bellowed through the cracks in the woodwork, and nothing left it in the day save for the lodger who lived there but all his life, though hardly was he seen. And he was a scientist, so the residents of Arkham said, who had graduated from Arkham’s own Miskatonic University. Though it was said also that in these days he had forgone his occupation as a scientist, and was now but a shut in who spoke nothing more but the ramblings of a madman. 

And so his doorstep was where Father Mateo had been lead on his latest investigation. And though there had been a knock no one seemed to come to the door and not even a sound could be heard from inside. It seemed for a time that no one would in fact come to answer the beckoning knock, but after a time more there was a single creaking sound and then a small peephole in the door was pulled open and two sickly eyes - heavy with insomnia and red with fear and anger -peered out to gaze at who it was that had been doing the knocking. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” croaked a rather shrill sounding voice at the man who stood on the doorstep. 

[the-lodger]

STARTER CALL

Like or Reblog if you would like a starter from Bormot the Lodger

[the-lodger]

//Currently working on reaction icons... I got all of...ONE done today... go me. 

He’s actually harder to color than you might thing!

[the-lodger]

REBLOG THIS IF YOUR MUSE IS A CHARACTER FROM A HORROR GAME/MOVIE/STORY!

OR if you play as an OC built for horror specific scenarios! 

I’m looking for more people to follow and interact with as Bormot. 

~ will follow from @the-naughty-list (my Krampus RP blog) 

[the-lodger]

dizzyscotch) "are you okay bud you dont look to hot" dizzy said looking at the man concerned and slowly walked closer has his dog backed away

The man jolted at the sound of the voice. What a shock. He hadn't seen another person in these woods in ages. He wasn't in fact certain that he was seeing one now. Why, it could be his mind playing tricks on him, these woods always did do funny things to the brain. "I don't quite often look in mirrors," he admitted. "Do I really look that bad." Why, he hardly though this person with their strange color, had much room to talk.

[shaidis]

It’s time for amazing stories!