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Kill all the cunts.

The Blackcoat’s Daughter (2015) dir. Oz Perkins

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@phasmophobie sent ❛ What the hell happened here? ❜

Just like him, many had traveled to the condemned Antebellum home in hopes of catching some real evidence 'from the other side'. She had witnessed countless groups come and go empty handed, so what kept bringing them back? Aside from one or two times, Dani has always remained quiet and tucked away during those visits, more annoyed by their questions and statements than anything. Maybe it was just the looks of the house and rumors?

He had only walked away from his equipment for a short moment, but that was more than enough time for Dani to get a closer look at the new technology that today had to offer. She reached out for something that resembled a television remote, but as soon as she heard footsteps approaching, she retreated upstairs for safety.

Dani couldn't hide the smile that was growing as she leaned over the railing, staring down at the male from the second floor. From the sound of his statement, she had no doubt that most of the batteries in his equipment were low or completely depleted by now. It wasn't her intention, but she couldn't say she wasn't a little happy about the outcome. "Sorry dude, better luck next time." She whispered as she straightened up once more with a hum. For some reason, electrical equipment seemed to go a little wonky when she got too close. 

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The Blackcoat’s Daughter (2015) dir. Oz Perkins

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She stared at him rather intently, pale digits gripping the banister to stop her from leaning even further over it; if she weren't so short in stature, she would practically be looming over him but instead, the elevation of the porch practically made them eye level. She knew she shouldn't be so forward with someone or something after her last encounter turned out to be a hellhound, but she was quite curious about him. He looked and moved just like the other breathers, but there was still something about him. She sensed something was off. Perhaps he was just a medium?

"Ouch, burn." She stated softly as she looked him over, slowly stepping back into the safety of the condemned porch; it was somewhat like an alarm system she had set in place for herself. The living wouldn't dare take a step on the stoop for fear they may fall through the floor... but the demons and ghouls wouldn't think twice about it. "Ya know, you don't have to be so paranoid as long as you don't talk too loud. People stare at this place all day, some even call it haunted." She smirked but it soon faded at his question.

Danika pursed her lips together before slowly shaking her head. "I was... but not anymore." She stated, making it clear that she was once human despite her current state; she didn't want to be mistaken for one of those things that stole her life from her.

As he continued, her gaze shifted as she fell back against the wall of the old home. Figures, the first medium she's come across in ages doesn't want to talk. "I don't need help, okay? You couldn't even if you tried." She shrugged. "Nah, I get it. It's been like fifty years and I'm not used to this crap either." She shook her head with an exaggerated groan before strolling to the porch swing at the end of the deck and taking a seat. "So I'm guessing you weren't born with the ability to see the dead?" She began to swing slowly, giving anyone passing by quite the spectacle. No wonder people thought this place was haunted.

One would think that after everything he'd gone through, he'd be used to seeing them. Things from beyond the veil. Demons. Ghosts. Fragments. Whatever else was there. The truth though? He still wasn't. It was always eerie to see them now. Out here. Beyond the building. In a world that used to make sense to him.

The question made Lance snort and look at her somewhat disbelievingly.

"You're one to talk" he replied with a soft shake of his head, looking around to make sure that no one else could hear them. Or more like...him. The only one who was still breathing, in the flesh, there.

"I'm alive for starters" he added, only to let out a little sigh. So far, she didn't seem to be the hostile - violent kind. Like the others he'd had the misfortune of meeting. Maybe that was why he'd been staring at her for so long. "You're not" he observed next, but didn't sound mocking or scared or accusing. If anything, he sounded curious. A bit unsure. And soon enough, Lance felt the need to clarify just that.

"Are you?"

After a short pause, he decided to make another thing clear. Just in case. Bearing his previous encounters with her kind in mind.

"Look. I'm just some guy, all right. I can't help you. Sorry if my staring gave you the impression that I wanna talk. I'm just...still not used to any of this crap, okay. You being...y'know. Real."

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Dani’s claims of a man haunting and following her were starting to wear on Leslie and Fletcher Livingston and they had found themselves at the end of their rope with their daughter. Was Dani actually going crazy? Or was this some type of withdrawal from the drugs they had found and confiscated? Dani screamed, cried, and even pleaded but they didn’t see anything that Dani was describing, so how exactly could they help? First, they turned to religion for help but that only seemed to make everything worse. In fact, after trying to engulf her in religion, they came home to find her in a bloody mess; there were gashes in her cheek and wrists so it was obvious what she had tried to do. Dani had become just too much for them to handle on their own. Heartbroken, they decided it was best for Dani to be in the care of professionals. She needed to be under constant supervision so they called for the ward to come pick her up. Little did they know, they basically put a nail in their own daughter’s coffin by sending her away. Because now, for most of the day, she’d be stuck in a room with nowhere to go. If she wasn’t easy enough prey for her tormentor before, now it would be like shooting fish in a barrel.

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Usually when she comes into view of others, she looks normal, like she did before her death. But as she has encountered more and more unwanted guests, she has learned to alter her appearance to look more…. well dead. If she feels as if she is in danger, or her loved ones for that matter, Dani can alter her appearance to look the same way she did only moments after her death. Her face covered in blood with a precise hole in her right temple and a nasty exit wound on the left. However, this is only a defense mechanism and will only last for a limited amount of time. Last time she checked, she could only hold the look for about thirty minutes.

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* (  CHARMED /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ She has no regard for her life, or anyone else’s. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ So, how scary was I? ❜

❛ With everything that happens in our lives, love just feels like an invitation for more pain.❜

❛ It’s my first war wound, think I’ll wear it with pride. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ I smell something witchy. ❜

❛ Look at me. I look like a drowned rat! I need my blow dryer. ❜

❛ I hate camping. ❜

❛ What the hell happened here? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ Let go of me so I can blow him up. I’m gonna blow you up! ❜

❛ Let go of me! I have to save them! ❜

❛ It was my fault. It was my fault. ❜

❛ Magic’s always been inside of you. ❜

❛ If you’ll put your nose any deeper into that coffee cup, you’re gonna need a snorkel. ❜

❛ You wanted a normal life, remember? ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ I was just trying to help. ❜

❛ I love you. ❜

❛ I don’t understand why magic can’t fix this. ❜

❛ It’s not like we haven’t cheated death before. I don’t understand why this time isn’t any different. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ How am I? Are you kidding? ❜

❛ But if there’s one thing you learned over the last three years it’s that there’s always a reason for everything. ❜

❛ What the hell is the matter with you?! ❜

❛ I’m not angry. I am pissed off!  ❜

❛ You were trying to get yourself killed, which is what this family does best is get killed. ❜

❛ And I thought my family was screwed up. ❜

❛ I didn’t even have time to change. ❜

❛ Don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid? ❜

❛ It’s okay to be angry. ❜

❛ I’ll play the bitch, you play the witch, ok? ❜

❛ I just want to find out the truth. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s just a graze. ❜

❛ I’m not doing this anymore. I give up. I quit. ❜

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Apologies. I got sick, lost a grandparent, and just mentally checked out for a while but I'm slowly getting back to my blogs. Sadly, Dani was the last one to get to. I'll try to get to things left over in my inbox, but if you'd like to start something new, hit the like and I'll send something your way.

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What does your soul smell like?

Freshly Baked Bread key words: warm, inviting, kindness. you are the definition of cooking as a loved language and are at your strongest when creating something. others find you soothing to be around and feel at ease due to your genuine warmth and nurturing nature. you can be a mix of gentle and passionate, but it's that intensity that lives at the center of your spirit that draws people to you most. compatible with: candle smoke, coffee, rosewater.

tagged by: @demone-volpe tagging: anyone. Steal it!

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                TRICK   OR    TREAT    MEME    :   DANI    LIVINGSTON  

                                             (     @deadgirldani     )

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What is the truth at the center of your universe?

Nothing changes

A cycle. Never-ending. The details may shift, ever-so-slightly, but the truth at the center of everything is this: nothing changes, and there is nothing new under the sun. A comfort or a cause of distress, the choice is up to you.

tagged by: @demone-volpe tagging: you!

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@demcnsinmymind

Normally she'd write off passing glances as nothing more, but he had been staring too long to just assume he was just daydreaming; he was looking right at her. She cleared her throat, leaning closer with a raised brow. "What are you? Really?" It was true, some humans had the gift of seeing beyond the veil to the other side, but this was different. She sensed something in him. Something that seemed to put the ghoul on edge.

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