The Burning Man

"Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time." -Albert Camus ((Independent RP blog for Lawrence "Larry" Harvey from American Horror Story: Murder House. Willing to RP with any fandom and any OCs. I track the 'thirddegreeburnsahs' tag.))

[yunafire]

Larry’s never seen the well-dressed man before in his life. But, it’s a lonely night and, shunned by the rest of the town, he welcomes the company. However, his mysterious guest wants something much more filling than coffee…

[poedameroo]

[cittamemes]

Give me three words and I will transform them into a custom open for your character!

[tonytonyclocker-deactivated2014]

Drop a drink into my ask box and my muse'll prepare it:

Tea and Coffee (a.k.a. cute starters):

Earl Grey Tea - You muse sits down with mine to have a nice cup of tea.

Japanese Green Tea - My muse needs calming down and it seems like green tea’ll do the trick.

Expresso - It’s early in the morning and my muse needs to wake up.

Black Coffee - My muse is day-dreaming and needs to snap out of it.

Milk Tea - Muses want to cuddle and be comfortable.

Bubble Milk Tea - Muses want to cuddle…maybe make out.

Honey and Lemon - My muse is in bed, sneezing, and wanting to be nursed back to health.

Alcohol (a.k.a. fun starters):

Whiskey - My muse wants to get drunk with yours and do stupid things.

Gin and TOnic - Muses only want to get a little tipsy, they want a good time and not do anything they’ll regret.

Wine - Muses want a civil convosation and good company.

Vodka - Muses want to get piss-ass drunk and make out.

Iced drinks (a.k.a. NSFW starters):

Chocolate - Your muse finds mine naked in their bedroom.

Mocha - Both muses are feeling particularly kinky and want to try out some new gear they bought.

Macha Shake - Muses are having a bath together and a sharp burst from the hot tap sends yours clinging to mine out of shock.

Caramel - My muse wants to try out some food play with yours.

Smoothies (a.k.a. angst starters):

Banana - Your muse comes in on my muse, who’s crying, and asks them what’s wrong.

Strawberry - Your muse finds mine self-harming and wants to know everything.

Apple - My muse has locked themselves away and your muse has found them, needing answers and information.

Orange - My muse has been taking drugs behind yours’ back and your muse finds out. Your muse is worried for mine.

Blueberry - My muse has been starving themselves and just wants to be alone. What’s going on? Your muse is going to find out.

[lithespecteratt]

 ”What are you doing here? If you want money, you’re not getting it.” The petite girl will scoff, her features toughening with a look of repugnance. The house was cold, still with the bitter taste of death and rot in the air. Her father and mother were no where to be seen so this would have to be dealt with on her own. 

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

"Doesn't that violate my rights as your father's client?" Larry lies as he usually does. 

The corners of his mouth quirk up into a knowing smile. He is far too stuck in his delusional ambitions to notice the stillness in the House or the current status of the Harmons. His scope of thought is only aimed at the thousand dollars that, in his aberrant logic, somehow belongs to him.

"I want to be reimbursed, especially since I had the decency to come here instead of suing your father." 

[beatboxa]

  "…Mutant exterminator hotlines. Really. Hopefully they don’ end up mistakin’ you for one, yeah?"

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

"Well, if they do, I hope they don't mistake my amazing personality to be my power."

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

  "Oh sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to spell your name right. I thought I was only supposed to warn the public." 

[beatboxa]

"It ain’t much of an effective warnin’ with a misspelled name. Though…it ain’t like the other warnin’s even bothered t’put m’name in th’ first place. Guess yours is slightly better~!

Slightly.”

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

"Why thank you. I put in a lot of effort. But I guess we'll see the fruits of my labour when, you know, the mutant exterminator hotlines start buzzing." 

[kvngxs-deactivated20140118]

Abusive plots;

Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

((I wanna do more RPs on this blog, but at the same time I'm scared I'm not gonna have enough time. I dunno, conflicted conflicted

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

nervouslybeatboxes replied to your post:PSA [Jackie, Fred]

"Y’could at least spell m’name right, man."

"Oh sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to spell your name right. I thought I was only supposed to warn the public." 

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

PSA [Jackie, Fred]

Prompt [x]

If you value your home, your life, or both, please avoid interacting with Jacklyn Merone. In fact, run the other way and immediately call the MEA (Mutant Extermination Association). 

Be a good Samaritan. Save lives.

A knife between the ribs is never fun, so neither is Fred. Call 911 or arm yourselves to combat the ginger menace. 

This has been a Public Service Announcement. 

[inboxideas]

Give me a fandom and I'll give you a brief concept summary of an OC for it.

Name: Personality: Backstory: Abilities: Looks/Faceclaim: Other:

[inboxideas]

Send me "PSA" and I will make a Public Service Announcement that I think would pertain to you.

defined

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

Daddy's Home || Tate & Larry

[noxiouslangdon-deactivated20151]

                 ––– Though Tate would easily delight in giving into his temptations and watching this man seethe in terror beneath his grasp the devil knows it’s best to stay back, let him live. He knows it will benefit him in the future; he allows the idea that Larry would be eternally forced to live in the same walls as Tate forever to take control and Tate contains himself by clenching his fists and grinding his teeth as his eyes bore against Larry’s, soaking up all fear that was so badly hidden in Larry’s expression compared to Tate’s stoical visor. 

           But Larry’s words send him over the top. After all –– it didn’t hurt to scare the man, did it? So why not see how the man reacts to the boy who had permanently fucked up his appearance’s ghost figure touching him. The contact had to send the man chills. This idea pleasures Tate more than it should have. But don’t blame the pitiful boy– he’s stuck in a dusty hellhole for the rest of eternity, or whatever forever even was. 

           ”Yes, what a saint you are,” he sneers, jeering the man on with his mockery as he takes easy steps forward. “What an idiot you are, too, for fucking up my life. For being so ignorant to moving in with my mother, who didn’t even love you. For killing my brother!I” He’s yelling now, and the devil raises his hands to grasp Larry’s shoulders. 

            Staring into the man’s eyes, Tate slips into a sort of inhumane behavior. He’s too close to his thoughts with Violet, too drenched in hatred towards everyone to sort everything out. “What a saint." he spits, his voice dripping in venom. "If it weren’t for you and your highly superior ways, I wouldn’t be dead. I wouldn’t have even shot my classmates. I wouldn’t have to live forever in this hell, and I most definitely wouldn’t have lost Violet!”

             By now he had been screaming, his face reddened in anger. He stops, breathing heavily, his chest heaving with each gasp for breath. He knows he’s said too much now. He’s revealed what his weakness was, his soft side. And he knows it.

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

The superficial smirk doesn't last long. It spreads into a full-blown grin where his initial fear is forgotten, brushed under the mad pleasure of seeing Tate unravel. 

"Wow! Blaming me for Beau's death?!" Larry roars in a fit of laughter. "And you think it's my fault your life's shitty?! Oh wait, sorry. Was shitty?"

He doesn't pay any mind to the bruising grip around his shoulders or to the possibility of a gruesome death. His madness acts as a set of stairs, allowing him to transcend his petty fears into a state of giggling delirium. 

A string of gasping laughs dies down to finally make way for his pompous smirk. "Violet...The daughter?" He pauses, letting out a throaty chuckle.

In the past, he had caught glimpses of her traipsing through the house, frowning, arguing, crying. An immovable core of cynicism and loathing, she was practically a girl-Tate.

"You don't even know what love is." Larry sighs dramatically through his arrogant smile. "It's an adult thing, Tate. I'm sure you would've learned what it was if you weren't stuck here." 

Now, if we're done here, do you mind letting me go?" 

[nuclearharvest]

by Ashkan Honarvar 2014

[cimawr]

[thirddegreeburns-ahs]

*looks at last post* *posted 9 fucking days ago*

Jesus fucking Christ. Sorry for the sudden disappearance. I've been busy with real life shit and other blogs and whatnot. Just letting you all know I haven't abandoned this blog.

Here's my main if you ever wanna chat [x] 

Here's my other RP blog that I'm on if I'm not RPing as Larry [x]