asksally

[asksally]

Hey! I’m Ally. My son talks about this site all the time so I’m checking it out. Don’t be shy, come say hi!

[asksally]

Ooc: hey guys. So I made this before I knew there was another sally ask blog. I think im going to delete this and make an ally mayfair one.

[asksally]

heyyy sally! are ya lookin’ for a brat?

xx

A brat, hm? I’ve never had a brat before. That could be fun.

[asksally]

A kiss on your cheek is all that I want. You have been giving for far too long, and people have been taking from you for far too long, Ms. McKenna. When it comes to the demon, it helps to reassert the idea that you are it’s creator. You can control it as much as March can, perhaps even more. Many dark spirits like shadow people or demons can be taken care of with a strong word and a strong unwavering sense of importance. You must be the one to tell it to leave, and to not come back into your life. It isn’t welcomed. I can help you reach your assertion, I can give you a few of my charged crystals, and a small pouch of herbs meant for banishment of negative thinking. I mean- I once banished a spirit by throwing mud on the ground and telling it that it cannot harm me or cross the boundary made-that it will be stuck in the mud. It worked surprisingly well.

~Indigo Child

You are amazing, I hope you know that. You can have all the cheek kisses you want after that monster is gone. Will you be leaving the crystals and herbs with Liz? 

[asksally]

To be wholly honest... you do, but not to terrify, like so many others. Your aura is just... a kalidascopic vision. You’ve plenty of admirers and I would just be one more notch in your bed post. I just see you, so clearly, you’re the only spirit I’ve seen this clearly to be sure. I can also see the creation that March dangles above your head.

I could help you get rid of it. If only for a small kiss on your tear stained cheek.

~Indigo Child

You.. You could really get rid of it? Fuck, I’d give you anything you wanted, darling. Is a cheek kiss really the only thing you want?

[asksally]

Nothing would make me happier, Ms. McKenna! I do have your guitar, I also have a few of your notebooks too. Your poetry inspired me to carry on life by using my heart- I used to be so scared of doing that. I have a few chokers, and the contents that were in your purse. The coroner’s office was glad to be rid of them, I guess they think that a person’s personal belongings, what they cared for during their life is nothing but clutter- but it isn’t, it means something to you, so it should be yours. I’m a Norse Pagan, so we tend to bury our loved ones with their belongings that meant the most to them.

I’m still very nervous to see you, but I saw your figure above in the bar. I told Iris to let you know your stuff will arrive but I tried to hand you the guitar in person... I’m sorry I got too shy.

You’re loved Sally. You really are. Especially by me.

~Indigo Child

Thank you.. I can't tell you how much this means to me. To be able to play again is.. magical. Do I make you nervous, love?

[asksally]

Hello there, Ms. Sally. How are you this evening?

- D

Better now that I have a goddamn drink. Today was boring as shit. No new guests to terrorize.

[asksally]

concept: you sit in my lap, on my strapon, while i cover your neck in hickeys. you’re not allowed to move, just feel filled and my lips and tongue on your neck. i reach my hand down to play with your clit and you’re not allowed to start riding me until you say ‘please’ prettily enough

[asksally]

[asksally]

Innocent cuddling turning into the sub desperately humping

[asksally]

It would be nice if somebody was here to stroke my hair and make me do disgusting things for their entertainment 🥺

[asksally]

Make my head feel fuzzy please

[asksally]

I'll fuck you on the table and devour you like an appetizer, main course, and desert😉

[asksally]

Oh you are nothing of the sort! Why I, I’d hate to admit but I recently looked into your history, you know. I’m studying to be a Moritican- and I saw your death certificate floating around in the back of a post office, so I took it upon myself to find a next of kin to give it to- but there was none wherever I looked. You were remembered however, as Hypodermic Sally? Or That girl? Everyone wanted your certificate I suppose so they could collect your things... but— I’ve kept everything myself. You’re better than Nancy Spungen and Courtney Love.

I’m sorry if I brought up a sore subject! I didn’t mean to! I can make it up- I- I’ll come to the hotel?

~Indigo Child

Yeah, everyone called me Hypodermic Sally. You have my stuff? Do you have my guitar? Could you bring it to me? I would love to be able to play music again. 

[asksally]

What is the “other side” like? Have you been?

If there was an “other side” do you think I’d still be in this damned hotel? I would kill to get out of this place. 

[asksally]

hi sally, im visiting the hotel soon, what do you say to us both just forgetting, for a while at least?

Maybe I’ll have a couple drinks with you. But no promises ;)

[asksally]

Oh I’m far too nervous to meet you in person, I- I left the tape with Liz down at reception, I told her I liked her earrings and even that got my heart beating faster than a rabbits. I don’t know what I would do if I care face to face with you, you’re just...a familiarity, like a home. One day I’ll have the courage to ask you if I can visit and stay in a room. You’re one of the spirits I think maybe- maybe I can talk with instead of to, or at. But you have too many admirers, I’m not important enough

~Indigo Child

Not important enough? For me? I’m hardly important. Love, I’m just a druggie stuck in a hotel like a caged bird. So don’t say you aren’t important enough.