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voluuntarydeath:

for those of you who still follow this blog, i’ve moved violet over HERE.

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for those of you who still follow this blog, i’ve moved violet over HERE.

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okay so my activity here has been really awful as of late. i plan on being here this weekend though!

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ensnaredinamorata:

Green eyes flick upward to catch the slight sneer  in those young eyes. Moira felt SORRY for Violet,  perpetually stuck with all that angst & teenage  FRUSTRATION. She had not brought up her DEATH to upset her. 

“I was hoping that perhaps if you made a CHOICE to die maybe you enjoy the after life more than someone who had their life RIPPED away from them,” she kept  her gaze away from the girl now, pouring herself a cup of tea. “I apologize if my assumption was, INCORRECT,  Violet.”

She looked up, nudging the porcelain towards her.

“Tea?”

a FROWN had already made its way onto her face. her eyes traced the maid’s every move SHARPLY, as if she almost suspected that she would do something in hopes to further PROVOKE her. she knew that the question posed wasn’t MEANT to offend her at all, but somehow, it had rubbed her the wrong way. she hadn’t really been THINKING when she’d taken those pills. with a SIGH, she settled down into one of the bar stools. ❝ i didn’t mean to do it... ❞ she said softly, feeling her frown GROW. then, she shook her head and looked back up at her. without a WORD, she took the teacup and brought it to her lips. it was nice and warm, but just not what she craved. she hadn’t had her fix of nicotine in a WHILE (mostly because she had no way to get it). being dead kind of hindered SEVERAL opportunities.

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Reblog if you're an indie AHS RP account.

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dear-indies:

We are creating a masterlist for every American Horror Story roleplayer.

The list is here. 

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ensnaredinamorata:

&& | ( @voluuntarydeath )

“Do you think this EXISTENCE, in this house is easier if you c h o o s e to die versus if life was STOLEN from you?”                        ( she could not say l i f e that was the                        WRONG word choice ) 

                  ❝ what does it MATTER? we’re stuck here either way, and that’s                                                             not changing anytime soon. ❞ she noticed the reference towards                                                             her SUICIDE, and her eyes narrowed a BIT. ❝ i think if someone                                                             chooses to take their life, they aren’t THINKING clearly. it doesn’t                                                           make it any EASIER. ❞

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Counting the Pages || Closed

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scarletwiitchisms:

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Wanda had completely zoned out of the lit class, as the teacher droned on and on and on about the romance that was Romeo and Juliet. It disgusted her to no ends, but that wasn’t for her to say. Disagreeing with Shakespeare simply wasn’t something that was done in America, so it seemed. However, it didn’t last long, as soon she was forced to tune back in, as the teacher switched topics, beginning to go into the details of the project, and, as the class collectively groaned, assigned partners. “Jimmy and Peter… Alex and Rachel… Wanda and Violet…” Wanda turned her cheek boredly, across the room, until her eyes met with the girl who belonged to the name – Violet.

she was ready to go home. that dumb crack whore- lexi ?? leah ??- and her friends had been glaring at her all day, more than likely planning on jumping her again. she guessed that their attempt last week wasn’t enough. this class was more BORING than it had ever been, and THAT was saying something. she hadn’t even really been paying attention... she’d caught something about a yonder window?? but honestly, she couldn’t be ANY less interested.

it wasn’t until her name was called that violet realized what was happening. the teacher had OBVIOUSLY assigned groups, but she hadn’t been paying attention. wide brown eyes scanned the room for any other sign of HELP. maybe everyone else had gone to their partners already. but then, she noticed a girl looking at her as if she didn’t have a care in the world. her name was WANDA, and as far as violet knew, she was just as reserved as she was. with a sigh, she gathered her things and walked over to the desk that belonged to the other. her eyebrows shot SKYWARD, only for a moment, as if to signal that she’d rather be anywhere but here and she was sure the other girl felt the same way.

❝ what did he assign us? ❞ she asked, her voice completely DEADPAN and emotionless. she hadn’t CARED enough to pay attention, but she knew that if she wanted to pass (to keep her parents off of her back) she’d need to get this project RIGHT.

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eaqerheart:

“ why’s that? you think i’m going to end up DEAD, like all of the owners? don’t be such a baby. it’s not like there’s anyone here to actually MURDER me and i’m not going to off myself. so, i really don’t see any chance in me dying here, unless i accidentally fall down the stairs or something.”

accidentally. that word was FOREIGN to this house. there were no ACCIDENTS in here. anyone who stepped foot into this house and stayed too long wound up DEAD, one way or another. los angeles’ murder house had caused the death of her entire family, HERSELF included. none of THAT was an accident. ❝ look, you don’t know this place like i do. it’s DANGEROUS. things happen here that you wouldn’t believe even if you saw them. ❞ she explained, hoping to get the point across. ❝ i would know. ❞

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┊@eaqerheart

❝ so, WHAT ?? you’re here to do a story on the infamous MURDER HOUSE ?? not the BEST idea. ❞

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unrighteouskiller:

The resemblance was kinda creepy but they hair and eyes were different shades of color, Lilly’s hair was longer and darker than the teenager’s. She seems like the type of girl who would stay inside and in her room than be outside, maybe the girl was dared to come in here. 

‘ Lilly Jones, twenty-four, serial killer. ‘ She gave no fucks whatsoever. ‘ And you? ‘ 

it was almost SURPRISING, how blunt the woman was being. however, that didn’t deter violet in the SLIGHTEST. she would admit, she WAS still a bit freaked out by the fact that they looked so SIMILAR, but she wasn’t going to let it show. she wasn’t afraid of anything, and SHE was no exception. she couldn’t hurt her; she was already DEAD.

❝  is that supposed to scare me? ❞ she questioned, looking her up and down. ❝ i’m NOT scared. ❞ her eyes followed every movement the other made. ❝ i’m violet. i used to live here. ❞

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unrighteouskiller:

Vacant houses are the best. They were free and as long as Lilly didn’t get caught, she could stay in them as long as she likes. But she never read up on their history, they could be haunted or just plain scary and she wouldn’t care. 

Sitting on the dust-infused couch, she lit a cigarette and rested. A light voice came from across from her and she turns her head to a teenage girl. 

‘ Sweetheart you must be on ecstasy because this house is vacant. ‘ 

her eyes widened at the SIGHT before her. the girl on the couch looked EXACTLY like her. she opened her mouth, thinking of asking for some sort of explanation to the fact that she had a twin or a doppelganger. she wasn’t sure WHY  that this woman was here, but she knew that she needed to leave, and SOON. otherwise, she’d wind up like everyone else who’d trespassed; stuck there for the rest of time. as she lit a cigarette, violet was almost tempted to ask for one, but instead, she focused on the PROBLEM at hand.

❝ this has GOTTA be some sort of joke. ❞ she muttered under her breath, studying the stranger. then, more audibly, she continued speaking. ❝ who the HELL are you ?? ❞

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psycopxth:

Ah. Fuck.  Tate knew sooner or later he would get caught. Ever since Vi banished him, he has been lurking ever since. Not for a moment, has he left her side. The blonde took in a deep breath before he stepped out of the shadows he was hiding in. He held his hands out in  front of him. A sign of surrender. “Please  don’t ask me to go away. Let me explain myself, please, Vi. Please let me explain.”

she didn’t WANT to give him a chance. he’d killed and raped her mother. if it hadn’t been for him, her mom would’ve PROBABLY still been alive. but then again, the spirits in the house HAD killed her father, so they could’ve killed her as well. that didn’t matter. it didn’t change ANYTHING. her mother was dead because of HIM. she backed away from him, meeting his eyes with uncertainty. she looked him up and down, noting that he wasn’t here to attempt to harm her (even though it would be impossible). she wasn’t sure WHY she’d told him to come out, after all, it wasn’t the FIRST time she suspected him looking on. why was it NOW of all times, that she finally decided to POSSIBLY hear him out ??

❝ you killed my MOM, Tate. do you really expect me to forgive you that EASILY ?? ❞ 

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holy shit.

there was someone in the house. after all of the history and urban legends spread about los angeles’ infamous murder house, someone had STILL decided to venture in. violet KNEW that if she didn’t speak up, this person would wind up like SHE had, stuck in this hell hole for ETERNITY. so she walked towards the figure and crossed her arms.

❝ what are you doing in MY house ?? ❞

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ahs: murder house sentence starters

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❜  the light is different out here. it’s softer.  ❜

❜  so we’re the addams family now.  ❜

❜  that girl is a monster.  ❜

❜  jesus h. christ.  ❜

❜  can i ask you a personal question?  ❜

❜  don’t make me kill you again.  ❜

❜  is there anything more wonderful than the promise of a new child… or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken?  ❜

❜  i’m trying very hard not to judge you.  ❜

❜  but i was never unfaithful.  ❜

❜  i’m not usually much of a cupcake girl myself…  ❜

❜  i’d kill to live in this house, regardless of the history!  ❜

❜  i don’t want to be here anymore!  ❜

❜  try to find some dignity in the situation.  ❜

❜  every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, i suddenly remember. you made this mess for yourself.  ❜

❜  i’m not naive to the ways of men.  ❜

❜  you say we were victims of something bad there. i say that’s the place where we survived.  ❜

❜  i am trying here!  ❜

❜  everybody thinks they have style, and everybody thinks they’re funny. most people aren’t.  ❜

❜  i think you should just leave.  ❜

❜  the one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose.  ❜

❜  you hear me? i will kill you.  ❜

❜   screw high school. that’s… it’s just a blip in your timeline. don’t get stuck there.  ❜

❜  we need the money.  ❜

❜  i’m finding it really hard to look at your face. cause i really, really, really want to bash it in.  ❜

❜  but i’m not going to be your friend. i will merely tolerate you.  ❜

❜  why are you bullshitting me?!?  ❜

❜  sometimes shit just happens.  ❜ 

❜  the dead can hold a grudge better than most scorpios.  ❜

❜  fags have such a great eye for detail, don’t they?  ❜

❜  i’m going to have a little glass of this chardonnay.  ❜

❜  as you can see, this room belongs to a sad, depressed teenager.  ❜

❜  why are you being such an asshole?  ❜

❜  this turns you on. i know it does.  ❜

❜  depressing sex is even more depressing when you try so hard.  ❜

❜  did it hurt? the first time usually does.  ❜

❜  they’re just trying to scare you.  ❜

❜  i’m open to suggestions.  ❜

❜  i think i have mommy issues. you know a good therapist?  ❜

❜  you’re kidding me. i thought you said you hated her.  ❜

❜  i have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things.  ❜

❜  as big as this place is, it does get very lonely.  ❜

❜  watch it, you goddamned queen!  ❜

❜  what are you gonna do? murder me?  ❜

❜  we’ll make excellent parents.  ❜

❜  seriously, though, are you ready for all this? i mean, you never struck me as the diapers and midnight feedings type.  ❜

❜  he’s the most beautiful baby i’ve ever seen.  ❜

❜  from blood and pain come perfection.  ❜

❜  my mom is dead.  ❜

❜  why would i do that?  ❜

❜  i used to think you were like me.  ❜

❜  you are the darkness.  ❜

❜  you are the only light i’ve ever known.  ❜

❜  you have to pay for what you did! all the pain you’ve caused, all the sorrows.  ❜ 

❜  i can’t be with you, i won’t be with you.  ❜

❜  go away!  ❜

❜  are you sure you want to be alone? they say this house is haunted.  ❜

❜  you’re kind of twisted, aren’t you?  ❜

❜  you’re charismatic and compelling and a pathological liar.  ❜

❜  ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things.  ❜

❜  but… my dreams became nightmares.  ❜ 

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may or may not have made a natacha.

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❝ I KNOW you’re there, Tate. You can come out. ❞