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Years ago I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices.

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riddle’s horcruxes

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Tom Marvolo Riddle (1926 - 1998)

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of darkness and freedom 

and so the darkness that had followed her every step she took, every breath she dared take---overwhelmed her---enveloping her in it’s seduction, it’s  p o w e r, it’s truth, it’s release. no longer did the human part of her struggle to just bob it’s head above the black waters, choking on loneliness, coughing as she swallowed guilt, fear, and the bitter seed of what she feared the entire world’s damnation. no, vanessa ives was no longer. accepting her true self by recognizing fully how this story would end---she was free ( if not for a moment ), of herself, of her wretched humanity, and all the misery she carried along with it. 

by a prince of darkness she stood, watching as the world crumbled beneath their merciless gaze---her children cowering with every rise and fall of her chest. finally---no longer alone----but someone, and something else entirely.

vanessa, then where is she ? when did we lose her ? 

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Penny Dreadful -- Sentence Starters

“I must find out who I am yet going to be.”

“Oh, I will miss her to my bones.”

“Let it end. With a kiss.”

“It hurts me more than I thought it would, seeing you.”

“Do you not yet comprehend the wicked secret of the immortal?”

“You have become a perfect, unchanging portrait of yourself.”

“Passion will undo the best of us and lead only to tragedy.”

“Their blood is on my soul!”

“You have poisoned my heart.”

“We make our own heaven and our own hell.”

“Don’t I scare you?”

“I whistle away haunts like you before breakfast, love.”

“It is too easy being monsters. Let us try to be human.”

“Please don’t take her from me. Please.”

“I would rather die who I am than live as your demure little wife.”

“Why is it men always resist doing what’s best for them if they think it makes them look weak?”

“I would rather die here on my feet than live a lifetime on my knees.”

“We shall go everywhere, thee and me.”

“Don’t try to stay conscious.”

“You’re not a killer.”

“There’s one monster who loves you for who you really are. And here he stands.”

“Why not be who you are instead?”

“I will love you til time has lost all meaning.”

“You are made for the day. Not the night.”

“We prize things most when we’ve lost them.”

“No man should have to murder a member of his own family. This I know.”

“People are better than we think.”

“We have been unhappy long enough.”

“You may be done with Hell, but it is not done with you.”

“To save my son, I would slaughter an entire army.”

“Do you feel forgiven?”

“I’m not leaving you for anything in this world.”

“We have so much to catch up on, do we not?”

“How valuable is your life?”

“Lay hands on him and it’ll be your end.”

“I must save you from all of this. One way or another. “

“We shall have, my dear, a monumental revenge.”

“There’s blood on my teeth. And in my soul, I think.”

“Now, you are mine.”

“I already know what’s wrong with you.”

“But please do not fear for me. I have no fear myself.”

“I’m sorry you feel so unloved.”

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|| open rp ||

“ Do you believe the past can return ? “

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“I have been touched by Satan. My weakness allowed it. My faith was not strong enough and Lucifer came to me. I didn’t fight him strongly enough. I don’t know that I fought him at all.”

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morehench:

bodymodspecialist ( doc?? )

✗ @morehench ✗

  ❝ oh thank ya’, you’re too kind. ❞ still though, her lips stretch into a smile as her fingers wrap around the glass and she watched as the drink was poured for her. 

   ❝ so, ❞ harley chirped, the blonde always being one not to avoid things for too long. head straight into them. which at times may or may not be a GOOD thing. it usually ended up working out for her however. ❝ gotta say when i found out about what ya’ could do an’ all i was pretty curious. had ta’ come see it myself y’know? ❞

“ and what exactly do you WANT to see  ? ” paranoia snapped inside of mary, like bones, like fiery flames. did she know? how could she ? she just met the clown...she--she couldn’t know...right ?? flashes of things buried deep inside. of pain. of hands on her throat. more pain. and fear. so much fear. a blur. in and out like...li..k...e...

knuckles white as she gripped the sides of her counter. looking down, she swore she could see stained crimson droplets on the backs of her hands, tainting porcelain flesh. panic grips her only for a moment---she blinks and the blood is gone. instead her mind is filled screams, skull emerged in HIS sweet agony...the sickly metallic scent....the whir of her amputation saw. 

a smile tugs on her naturally stoic features. she loves replaying it in her mind. her revenge as sweet as it is dragged on. he still hung on meat hooks, limbless & pierced...the words LIAR carved perfectly into his forehead. sick fuck---yet he still deserved much much more. 

but she had a client. a NEW client. in a NEW town. so...the blonde couldn’t know. she DIDN’T know...or so the SURGEON tried to convince herself. 

“ i have the mod menu right on the table for you to look through, “ she informed, lightly. trying to maintain a professtional composure instead of acting on the violent notions that boiled & churned inside her. she needed to be careful. find out who harley is, what she knows...

i am in a new town after all; wouldn’t KILL me to make some friends...

“  There are more procedures available than there are in the book, “ a smile that seemed cordial but hid a monster underneath. suspicious eyes. her words sung with something unsaid--hinted. maybe the girl needed her to do a HIT job. scare someone. or better yet....

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Blood moves under the skin, a language hanging like a chandelier. Hail Mary, full of grace, the size of a fist in my throat. Imagine forgiving the knife, of sky hitting the body. I carry your abandoned lake with clumsy hands.

Ana Carrizo, “The Language of My Blood” (via elvedon)

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Some people smoke, others drink, and others fall in love, each one dies in a different way.

117 (via quotes117)

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Character Flaws

Bold the ones that apply to your character:

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery |  overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessmist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic |sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless |temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn |workaholic

Character Flaws

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"why did you invite the maniac into the house?!”

horror starter meme || ACCEPTING

“ i didn’t know .” a curt response that came out as a harsh whisper as she pulled harley back down behind the couch. hiding in the darkness, with only slim panels of moonlight to guide them.

if only i get could to my tools. her back room where she did the surgeries. she could get something to defend themselves—something other than gnashing teeth & painted nails. 

stay down. she mouthed angrily as the blonde kept trying to bounce back up—she feared would give them away. 

heavy footsteps resounded across her flat. they grew painfully closer by the second–as so did the panicked heart pounding in her chest. her brain was all static as adrenaline pumped through her veins. 

mary heard the distinct sound of metal scraping against furniture. they needed to do something—and FAST. 

@bleachreborn

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Horror themed rp starters:

•"who are you talking to?“ •"don’t turn around” •"did you see that?“ •"I can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching me/us” •"we’re locked in!“ •"is that… Blood!?” •"I don’t think we should be here" •"are you okay!?“ •"my light went out!” •"the Ouija board says die" •"I haven’t slept in days!“ •"don’t make a sound!” •"something touched by shoulder!“ •"were you/I was bitten/scratched/shoved!(?)” •"don’t open the door!“ •"where did ___ go??” •"I think ____ is possessed/was taken!“ •"do you hear that?” •"it’s abandoned" •"do you want to see something really scary?“ •"don’t go to sleep!” •"don’t go outside!“ •"why did you invite the maniac into the house?!” •"can you hear her? She’s calling my/your name"

(Feel free to add to this if you want to!)

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“ can i offer you a drink ? ” cordial. friendly even. she wants to make her potential client feel safe & at ease. her mod menu in a paisley album laying on the table in front of the bubbly blonde. she reaches for a glass on her counter, holding it out to her with a forced smile on her face.

bedside manner was something she EXCELLED at---or so she DID before quitting med school and changing her  s p e c i a l t y. her form beaten, stipped, and used---still heavy on her mind. the night on a constant loop in her mind.

she thought she might grow crazy---the only peace was with a knife. scalpel against flesh. black & red scrubs on. blood staining her hands. 

glazed & dreamy eyes return to harley, once again with purpose behind her eyes---instead of dread, of shame, of rage, or HATE.

she poured the drink with a smile on her face. her death & rot remained hidden---captured in the cage of her chest, behind her ribcage---her soul grew darker yet. 

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“ how did you hear about me ? “ her voice was a velvet rasp. underbreath & devoid of an drop of emotion. but her body begged otherwise. mary closed her trench coat---tying it shut around her body. she felt exposed---which most times she delighted in. her sexuality. her power. her ability with a blade. 

so the question wasn’t HOW but WHAT. what did she know? about the underground body modifications? or her BODY COUNT ??