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[demuresdoe]

@godstrayed leaves a letter in the mailbox [...] ❝ Church is for brunettes. ❞ (for Billy) * ∙ ⸙ Hick (2011) prompts | accepting!

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. Everything has to be a joke with him, doesn't it? If he's not seething with rage, he's wholly indifferent. Or...trying to act like it, at least. But she sees straight through his 'tough guy' persona. She hopes so, at least.

She won't admit it—because then he'll just double-down—but she's, admittedly, not entirely sure about it all being an act just yet. She just...refuses to believe that any one person can be so insufferable. So, perhaps it's just wishful thinking that none of it is real.

She crosses her arms. ❝ The Lord's house is for everyone. The one home all are meant, and welcome, to share together. Including you. ❞

She raises a brow in challenge. ❝ You'll really try and find any reason you can to get out of attending Worship, won't you? I'm a red-head and have been going to every service since I was in my mama's belly. Not going to start skipping now. And neither should you, Billy Hargrove. ❞

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&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

❝ say that again, slower this time. ❞

❝ i don’t need a bed to ruin you. ❞

❝ you’re already shaking and i haven’t even started. ❞

❝ keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it home. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my hands. ❞

❝ clothes off. now. ❞

❝ is that a threat, or a promise? ❞

❝ make me regret letting you in. ❞

❝ i want to hear you beg. ❞

❝ sit down and behave. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. ❞

❝ i love the way you break for me. ❞

❝ let’s see how quiet you can be. ❞

❝ don't even think about tapping out. ❞

❝ i’ll stop when you forget your own name. ❞

❝ come here and prove it. ❞

❝ don’t you dare look away. ❞

❝ you’re not getting any sleep tonight. ❞

❝ i’ve got plans for that mouth. ❞

❝ be good and take it. ❞

❝ say it like you mean it. ❞

❝ you have no idea what you’ve started. ❞

❝ you asked for this. remember that. ❞

❝ i’ll make you forget everything else. ❞

❝ i’m going to ruin you. beautifully. ❞

[demuresdoe]

I've updated the rules on my Carrd to be more concise & organized. The biggest update, however, is in regards to my refusal to RP outside of reality-grounded settings.

I'm tentatively testing the waters in straying away from solely mundane settings & mechanics. So, if you have supernatural aspects, in regards to a muse or verse, I may be open to interacting now. Given that it piques my interest, of course.

[demuresdoe]

HEART SHAPED BED / SENTENCE STARTERS 

track 01. uncle.

❝  please hide me somewhere they will never find me.  ❞

❝  i will always come to you.  ❞

❝  all the darkness goes into you.  ❞

❝  i feel you inside but i still need you.  ❞

track 02. tammy faye.

❝  you know how i get.  ❞

❝  crying, i'm a mess.  ❞

❝ i love you so madly, like sadie mae.  ❞

❝  i'm just a crazy bitch.  ❞

❝  there's blood on my clothes and on my hands.  ❞

❝  i've done it again, i've done it again.  ❞

track 03. lemonade.

❝  i've been home all day.  ❞

❝  i wait for you.  ❞

❝  give it to me.  ❞

❝  fuck me hard as you can.  ❞

track 04. my baby.

❝  my baby wears all black.  ❞

❝  i'm gonna make a hearse out of cadillac.  ❞

❝  i'm gonna put him in an early grave.  ❞

❝  you're gonna put me in an early grave with all the trouble you're making.  ❞

❝  i don't care if i kill us both.  ❞

❝  we both die in every dream i have. ❞

❝  i've seen us out on the road, the car was smoking and you were trying to pull the teeth from my throat.  ❞

track 05. heart shaped bed.

❝  lay me down on a heart shaped bed.  ❞

❝ pretend it's our wedding.  ❞

❝  pretend we just met.  ❞

❝  heaven waits on the other side.  ❞

❝ hold me through these lonely nights.  ❞

❝ make something gross feel romantic.  ❞

❝  make me so no one will ever want me again.  ❞

track 06. snake (+snake alt version).

❝  you look so sweet.  ❞

❝  you look so sweet i almost forget what you'd do to me if i let you.  ❞

❝  with a face like that you could get away with anything.  ❞

❝ you're just a snake.  ❞

track 07. beautiful and bad.

❝  i don't wanna be your girl.  ❞

❝  i've been looking for some fun.  ❞

❝  let's go for a ride.  ❞

❝  baby, i'm beautiful and bad.  ❞

❝  i don't give a fuck about love.  ❞

❝  i wanna take you out on a date with death.  ❞

❝  you're big and bad but you got nothin' on me.  ❞

❝  do you hear me, motherfucker?  ❞

track 08. chapel.

❝  i can be good.  ❞

❝  are you sure that you love me?  ❞

❝  are you sure you can wait?  ❞

❝  you know i don't love anyone, but i love you.  ❞

❝  please don't touch me, please stay away.  ❞

❝  i know i'm not good, i've never been true.  ❞

❝  you know that i love him.  ❞

❝  i don't love you.  ❞

track 09. only angels have wings.

❝ i'm no good even when i'm trying.  ❞

❝  when i dream, it's you i see.  ❞

❝  if i was an angel i'd be begging them to cut the wings off me.  ❞

track 10. lacrymaria olor.

❝ isn't it strange that you and i spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye?  ❞

❝  i'm all eyes, i can't find the words.  ❞

❝  i let him go.  ❞

❝  he doesn't know that i miss him every day.  ❞

[demuresdoe]

・OPEN TO: All ♡ | Preferably someone who wants to do a horror-themed thread (home invasion). ・A/N: Please look over my pinned post & Carrd before interacting. Hoping to make new mutuals!

𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. Hard enough to shake the entire house. Much to Genevieve's fortune, however, none of her trinkets fall from their polished wooden shelves that're mounted on the living room walls. The power, however, momentarily dims, then flickers out entirely.

She throws her head back and releases a groan of irritation. ❝ Great, ❞ she snaps while heading for the hallway closet in search of a flashlight. ❝ Wonder how long it'll take the power company this time for restoration. A week? Two? ❞

She shakes her head before wrenching the closet door open and fumbling in the dark on tiptoes. ❝ Why the hell did I put the storage container on the overhead shelf? ❞ she curses; contemplating retrieving the stool from the kitchen to speed the process along.

Just as her fingertips slide along familiar plastic, there's a forceful knock against the front screen door, which sends her scrambling backward with a now-hammering heart.

Genevieve sneers in frustration. ❝ Oh, God. What now? ❞

She forgoes the flashlight for the time being, and instead heads for the front of the house.

Chain-lock first, deadbolt, then door handle. Once she's opened the door, the thing which seizes her attention isn't the violently swaying tree branches across the street, the quickly darkening sky, or the bullet-sized droplets of rain which are pelting the lawn outside—quickly turning it into a mud-pit.

No, it's the individual standing before her which leaves her speechless. ❝ Can...can I help you? ❞

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❝ you poor thing. sweet mourning lamb. there's nothing you can do ; it's already been done. ❞ indie oc. private. highly selective. // original portrayal of GENEVIEVE THAYER. as loved by : ann. // themes of : southern gothic, doomed by the narrative, loving with reckless abandon, generational trauma &&. more.

[demuresdoe]

think of us inside

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・OPEN TO: All ♡ ・A/N: Please look over my pinned post & Carrd before interacting. Hoping to make new mutuals! | (Inspo behind this thread is the song 'Choctaw Bingo' by Ray Wylie Hubbard) ・PLOT: It's been years since Genevieve attended a family reunion up at her Uncle Slayton's cabin in Oklahoma. By going, she intends to get out of her head for the evening by having a night full of frivolous fun. Preferably with a cousin, uncle, or aunt that she's always had thick sexual tension with.

Distant family members are unloading their cars, parking RVs, or greeting and catching up with fellow relatives. Some for the first time in a long while.

Having the annual family reunion deep in the Oklahoma sticks is the best place for the event, to be sure. Particularly when the sun sets and the real party begins.

For now, it's all setting up for the afternoon barbecue. Hotdogs, hamburgers, pulled pork, corn, sliders, chicken, and more are roasting on the grill. There's an ample spread laid out on folding tables clad in checkered cloths: potato and macaroni salad, chips, fresh fruit, coleslaw, condiments, sweet tea, cookies, and other selections of sides.

Try as she might, however, Genevieve's attention continually drifts from the task at-hand to one in particular across the way, who just so happens to share her blood. Maybe that's what makes the prospective fantasies in her head all the more tempting...

She retrieves a cold bottle of something fruity and alcoholic from a nearby cooler, takes a long pull, then saunters over—all legs and long lashes. ❝ Hey, ❞ she sighs dreamily. ❝ It's been awhile, huh? ❞ Genevieve asks sweetly with a tilted head.

She ignores the golden cross which hangs between her breasts, as she finds herself only able to focus on the steady pulse going between her thighs instead. As if the Bible didn't have an ounce of incest within it, she muses.

[demuresdoe]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

intended for mature audiences, minors dni. specify muse if interacting with a multimuse.

what is their sexuality/sexual preference?

what is their romantic preference or inclination?

what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

what are their most common turn-ons?

what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

what is their favourite sexual act?

do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

how do they feel about foreplay?

how do they feel about one-night stands?

are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?

how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

what is something they consider a kink of their own?

have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

how satisfactory has their sex life been thus far?

what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?

do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

[demuresdoe]

・OPEN TO: All ♡ ・A/N: Please look over my pinned post & Carrd before interacting. Hoping to make new mutuals!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑-𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘. It's the atmosphere Genevieve prefers tonight, and she's grateful to have so easily found it at the first place she stopped. She would've turned right back around and obtained a six-pack from the Gas 'n' Go corner store instead, had it been packed with an obnoxiously loud live band playing.

She didn't come here for company. What she did is to lose herself down the bottom of an endless bottle.

She fears she's become a cliché. Or, like her father, at least, in manner of the approach she's taking to her problems tonight. Not that he isn't precisely that: the reason she finds herself inside of Riley's Tavern, the local dive-bar. Same place he himself used to live at part-time before sobering up at the risk of losing her mother through means of scandalous divorce. Scandalous only because it's practically unheard of here in Shady Grove. Because, well, everything is heard here... Eventually.

No secrets left to be had in this town.

She's sure by tomorrow morning she'll be getting an earful from Mama about her presence here tonight. But she chooses not to think about that right now.

Genevieve sidles up to the varnished wooden bartop, which is laden with stained coasters and baskets of pretzels and peanuts, and proceeds to ignore the curious gaze of the aging bartender who stands behind it, then orders for herself a cold PBR before opting for a solitary corner booth to begin drinking away the screaming match she got into with her dad before storming out the front door and tearing out of the driveway in search of any place that isn't her family home.

They want to see perfect? Demand she be as much? That she be a stupid, doe-dyed, docile, polite, empty-headed porcelain doll? Then she won't stop drinking until she forgets her own name and can only speak in slurred tongues. It's one way to achieve the ignorant, agreeable disposition that's expected of her.

Not the one they'd prefer, maybe, but who the hell are they to judge and make demands after all the mistakes they've made themselves? Why should they get to do as they please while making endless demands of her?

If she was smart, she'd get the hell out of this town. Tonight. But she knows she'll never escape this place. So, she'll just have to do so in other ways, she thinks, while downing another swallow of alcohol and perusing the few bodies which occupy this place before meeting a lingering gaze with a raised brow, then feigning indifference and turning away entirely while picking at the sticker on the damp bottle in her grip out of a sense of boredom.

[demuresdoe]

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

[demuresdoe]

・OPEN TO: All ♡ ・A/N: Please look over my pinned post & Carrd before interacting. Hoping to make new mutuals!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍. It rained overnight—tiny droplets pattering against the roof overhead—which gradually lulled Genevieve to sleep. But now, due to the humidity, all strength and energy has been zapped from her body, leaving her utterly drained.

So, she finds herself here, at a small clearing in the woods not far from her humble home, where a clear, softly ripping pond lies, beckoning her forth into its cooling water.

No one ever comes here. They never have. Besides the wildlife, she seriously doubts any others even know this spot exists. When the men of the town want to fish, they typically boat out to the middle of the nearest lake instead so they can spend the day on the lapping water.

Genevieve doesn't so much as hesitate when she grips the hem of her sundress before tugging it up over her head. She leaves it, along with her undergarments, in a neat pile atop a floral patterned blanket beneath a towering oak tree full of swaying emerald leaves, which dappled light shines between in streams.

Once she's bare as the day she was born—she can only imagine the Biblical wrath of Pastor Sanderson if he were to catch her in such a manner—she ties her hair up with a ribbon before wading in. A sigh of contentment escapes her lips as her eyes flutter closed, and she stretches out her taught limbs while floating peacefully on her back.

Things were slow today at the Thistle & Time, her place of employment—a quaint, charming antique shop in the middle of the town of Shady Grove. Due to the lack of engagement with customers, she might've nodded off once or twice before finally deciding to polish and mop the place almost twice over in an attempt to keep herself alert until it was quitting time.

She'd thought to go home straight after, but had opted instead for her secret place. She'll tread water for awhile, maybe swim for a bit, then head home to shower before heading to Maybelle's for dinner, perhaps.

The remainder of her evening is all mapped out: a simple, quiet night.

Until she hears a twig snap.

[demuresdoe]

[demuresdoe]

@godstrayed leaves a letter in the mailbox [...] ❝ Look, did you ever stop to think that maybe you don't know everything? ❞ (for Billy) * ∙ ⸙ Hick (2011) prompts | accepting!

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒; 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒. ❝ I've never tried to pretend otherwise. Especially as a young lady. I'm aware that I have plenty left to learn, and that the men here—yes, that includes you, Billy—know better than I. ❞

She plucks a crisp red apple from the tree branch above her. ❝ Look, I know you tired of all the religious talk before your father ever even brought you up here. I just...wish you'd try and understand things from my perspective. Because I've been trying to see things from yours. It'd help, maybe, if you opened up just a little. Maybe we could finally get somewhere, then. Somewhere that isn't arguing, and you looking down on me for my faith. ❞

She polishes the apple against her skirt. ❝ Because we both know how forthcoming you can be, ❞ she mumbles under her breath.

She extends the fruit in her hand toward him, willing him to accept her metaphorical olive branch. ❝ If you did let me in, even a little, we could find other topics of conversation that don't center strictly around God and the Bible. ❞

She knows to suggest such a thing could turn into a slippery slope, and fast. One's mind is meant to be turned to God at all times, and for good reason. Particularly when the situation involves unmarried individuals. But all the Christian talk is clearly getting her nowhere. It only seems to make him all the more resentful...

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HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS?

Bold what usually or often applies. Italicise what sometimes applies.

ANGER

jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.

JOY

easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS / CRYING

bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates & processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT

shame, blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humour, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT

avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.