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@cruelfear there it is <3

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Send anon hate to my muse! :^)

Make it angsty, make it silly, do whatever you want! Go ham!!! Just let my muse know how much of a menace to society they are! Do it coward :^)

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@cruelfear there it is <3

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kicking my feet okay horror multi coming sometime in the next few days

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i think if i make a horror based multi i'll just put jill on there

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you might be awkward but I can be awkward in a far deeper and more humiliating way than you ever will

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i've had donna for a while + my follower count is pretty high and it's making me antsy. so i'm going to do a quick purge of blogs i don't interact with/inactive blogs etc.

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#KLLSHT. ❛ YOU KNOW, THIS REMINDS ME OF THE CLASSIC 1980s HORROR — ❜ indie, private, selective resident evil original character ... haunted by carcass.

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i think there might be mold growing inside me

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# @agntkennedy for leon kennedy. "what did you do?"

❛ i didn't do anything!! ❜ a shrill, piercing voice chirps from the lords tiny counterpart. worn porcelain clinks softly with every movement as doll stomps a circle around man. donna stands some distance away, consumed by the darkness of her robe and veil, head downcast as if to avoid eyes that will never meet her own.

❛ why does everybody always assume it's me? ❜ angie's foot stomps once — like a petulant child — while arms fold across her chest in her irritation at the completely unfair assumption. it's not like she's been behind almost every little mishap that's happened thus far. that's completely absurd.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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i want to give donna two verses in regards to her motivations etc bc!! i really think donna was the least cruel out of all the lords.

yes, she did what she did - and while she is very intelligent, she is also a very obviously vulnerable person, and miranda herself is intelligent enough to know that also makes her easy to manipulate. donna, despite what people think, does enjoy having company (she's the most impeccable host). while she is secure in her solitude for the most part, she finds she craves companionship on the particularly difficult days. and miranda gave her that companionship. waltzed in and started calling herself mother miranda and referring to donna as her child. the death of her parents was still incredibly fresh, only ten years prior, and she still missed them dearly. miranda filling that maternal role, knowing it was what donna needed, only fuelled her devotion.

to go into a little more detail, the gardener letter really solidifies to me that donna wasn't evil. in the diary it praises miranda for her compassion, and how overjoyed they were for her 'adopting' donna. which sounds like donna had undergone some improvements since her arrival - as she isn't the type to go around outwardly talking about how good miranda is. or her feelings at all for that matter. which in the next entry is confirmed when they write 'she seems happy.' AND that miranda truly was treating her like a daughter, if even those around could see it.

cant remember it word for word its 4am but something something he saw visions of his dead wife and donna told him she could help him see her again. now, if miranda has indulged them with the knowledge of the megamycete effectively being a hard drive with how it retains the memories/genetic codes etc of those that come into contact with it, donna probably thinks that she can help him to see her again. donna has never been a sadistic woman. she's never been one for harming things, and the horror she'd witnessed that was her sisters death would only drive her further away from violence. with the right manipulation, however, she would commit those acts. especially if its coming from someone she holds in such high regard. who claims that its for a good cause. one she has no choice but to believe in, considering the 'gift of power' miranda bestowed on her.

but on the other hand, even if they hadn't been granted that little tidbit of information i still think she'd be trying to use it for good. because miranda said they were doing this for good. yes, she's well aware that she can cause horrific visions. but the knowledge that he'd seen his wife and it wasn't in a way that left him crumbling to the floor in hysterics perhaps gave her the idea of using what she was gifted for good. something miranda claimed their whole false goal was about to keep donna compliant. she invited him to her home with the innocent intention of helping him see his family again. but she can't use it for good, she quickly came to realise, when he began to screech and wail in terror - resulting in him going to drastic measure to end whatever he was seeing.

but !!!! i also really adore musing evil ppl so maybe i'll give her a verse where, while she was still manipulated, she feels no guilt nor shame for what she's done. in fact, she stands by it and her loyalty to miranda until the bitter end. indoctrinated entirely into her little freak cult

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"sorry, but i can't leave. not yet." — @moldcursed

donna's hands, clasped behind her back, wring together anxiously at ethan's determination.

she was not daft. miranda's true intentions had become clear. each of them — the ones she'd claimed as her children — were nothing but pawns to her. expendable assets to achieve what none of them had known to be her true goal: her reason for the sudden appearance in a village so inconsequential that no maps harboured its name nor location. the realisation that everything had been fake left an ache in her chest. all of her devotion, swelled over years of wishes granted and anxieties sated, sours.

" mother m — " words are abruptly cut off, the bitter taste of betrayal coating the inside of her mouth and hanging heavy on muttered words. her words. spoken from between pale lips, muffled by the veil obscuring her features, rather than the mouthpiece she so often preferred. angie, a mirror of herself, hides behind her. porcelain fingers clutching mourning garb so tight you can almost see tiny fists quivering.

" she will kill you. " voice barely above a whisper, rasped from years of self inflicted silence, her gaze averts from ethan's battered form. " you won't get your rose back. " it isn't a threat. she was no longer under the spell the prophet had weaved through lies and false promises. it's a warning. one she so strongly believes to be the truth. many times she had witnessed miranda's strength, and pessimism was rooted deeply into her psyche. he could not win with sheer determination alone. not against her.

weak. you're weak. the realisation of what you'd always known makes your bones ache, sluggish heart pulsing in agonisingly slow beats with the weight of your crushing guilt. it was too late, now. your guilt will not absolve your sins. no atonement will take back what you've done: no matter how oblivious you were to her tender manipulation. you carried out her will, did as you were instructed. now, after everything, you were left to die.

" we want you to kill her. " donna grows rigid at the shrill voice that comes from behind her. they were one in the same, her and angie. shared cadou meant shared thoughts, feelings, emotions. the betrayal looms over both doll and woman, though only one has the capability of voicing as much — for the others fear weighs too heavy.

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❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜ — @crucialelement

" you'll die. " angie croons from her place held securely in donna's arms, whole body seeming the sway to a rhythm only audible to herself. a bout of sinister giggles follows the singular nod from donna. confirmation that, should emily depart from the relative safety of the beneviento estate, her survival rate would diminish greatly.

not that it was particularly high with the doll-maker and her dear friend. or anywhere in the village, for that matter. whether she was heading for miranda, or merely breaching the threshold that separated them from the icy zephyr of romania's winter. it had become a macabre scene of gruesome slaughter. one that left no survivors: that retained no mercy.

" then what good will you be? " a soft thud followed by a patter of light footsteps as angie scurried across carpeted floor to skip playfully around emily. " dead in a ditch. left to rot. " porcelain sings once more, and despite the sigh of dismay that follows — as if truly caring for the fate of the woman — there's a twinkle of twisted amusement at the prospect pf someone so strong, so willing, only ending up a corpse. nothing achieved. nothing to show. so much strength wasted.

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wld it b too silly to say that, in the warmer months where the dimitrescu girls can leave the castle, they go over to donna's so they can collect the clothes she's handmade for them over the winter.

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donna had felt the almost sentient twitch of carefully curated flowers upon their disturbance. each one was tweaked: modified with her mutamycete to better dispel toxins that would induce a psychosis so horrific many had sought to cease their misery in any way possible. pheromones leak from pale skin, and in return imperceptible plumes of mold spores pour from each flower encompassing the intruder.

stood in the threshold of the mansion's doorway, she watches the unsteady form teeter and sway with her unease. mat . . . he must be important to her, donna thinks, and in the same breath angie's shrill voice fills the silence — though donna knows it echoes within the tortured confines of catalina's mind. bouncing off invisible walls, the direction it originates from impossible to pinpoint.

" mat? " the ceramic doll questions, scurrying the short distance toward the unfamiliar woman — who held a distant glaze over half lidded eyes. the expression draws a series of giggles from angie, head turning to donna as she excitedly bounces from foot to foot. it was working!!

the lord, always fond of her best friends exuberance, nods once. yes, it was working. cheering with glee as a tiny hand reaches up to grasp one of catalina's fingers between her own smooth ones, angie begins to tug her towards the mansion. " yes, yes. we have your precious mat. " a lie. one that need not be disguised, given the inebriated state of their new guest.

donna is aware that the easiest way to dispose of her is inside the mansion: where she remains safe from the world outside. yet, when heeled feet pass by her into the cosy warmth of her home — a warmth she could not feel, yet knew was present — she almost regretted it. almost wishes she had allowed her sweet angie to have her fun then and there in the garden. strangers in her home, her sanctuary, always made her antsy. however, miranda's twisted streak had been fed to donna in choking spoonfuls: many who stumbled across her estate now used for personal experiments in lieu of permitting their leave.

Something Old, Something New | closed starter with @dollsolace

Catalina Cisneros has grown tired of investigating cults. She’s good at what she does, really — anyone could see that. The knowledge she’s been passing onto the Hound Wolf Squad is crucial, and she hasn’t been caught by anyone just yet. It’s just that her investigation is terribly lonely. It’s just that this all feels like the same old song and dance routine, and she’s growing bored of it.

Catalina hasn’t seen Mat in half a year. Half a year, she wants to groan. At least with Los Illuminados, she had Luis with her to talk to and befriend. In Romania, she’s all alone, and that’s… not her favorite thing in the world. She can’t even call him, really, because she doesn’t know how secure the lines are here. But he’s here now, in Romania, with the rest of the pack of mutts. Catalina doesn’t trust them, but she loves him.

Beneviento is one she doesn’t know well. Miranda hadn’t mentioned her often, so it had been difficult to parse any sort of important details about her. Catalina also has never seen the woman in person; now that she has, she knows why she never wanted to. She feels kinda high; she doesn’t do any drugs. The plants outside were pretty, though, and Catalina had stopped to sniff them. Bad move on her part, yet she doesn’t know it. She’s seen her boyfriend here a few times after, but her legs feel shaky, and she’s swaying a bit back and forth. She needs to sit down, but that’s not really an option. The floor is all grimy, and she doesn’t want to ruin her navy blue dress. It’s Mat’s favorite, the one she wore when they first met.

“What happened to Mat?” Catalina asks the doll. The doll. What the hell is going on? When did this become her definition of normal? Her greatest fear is that she’s unlovable, that she’s nobody when she’s not performing, and Mat’s constant leaving has only proven that to her. He’s just up ahead, just out of reach! God, if she could only go talk to him… “You have to bring him back. Please! I can’t — I don’t want to be alone. Tell him to wait up for me.”

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jill valentine..... the outlast trials au i gave her.....