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I cannot be saved

      " -- When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished                                                   and asked, “Who then can be saved?” ” 

Breath shuddering and eyes alight even as they spoke monotonously - repetition of bible verses drilled into a frail and pure mind so long ago. Lips curled up into a knowing smile, a hand stretched forth to smooth over the innocent’s skull. Flesh the only barrier between their marrow as eyes watched - heart pounded and legs quivered minutely. But they were not a predator. They were not the wolf these lost lambs would fear. 

        “ Salvation is a lie. Freedom is all that awaits you now and the veil beyond                             life itself. Oh lost one -- let me free you of your shackles. ”

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Show me your t r u e face

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                                              Raise A Little H E L L.                                                  Raise A Little H E L L.                                                     Raise A Little H E L L.

                                                                    written by jill. 

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I had to sketch a quick something of Val. What a fun character. 

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muse aesthetics: horror edition.

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gothic horror. ——— 

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

classic horror. ——— 

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys.empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

slashers. ——— 

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets.converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets.revelations. character masks. scrunchies. SO MUCH queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties.fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

paranormal horror. ——— 

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

cryptid & urban legend horror. ——— 

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night.claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled casette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

thrillers. ——— 

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia.subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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I shall kneel at your feet and let you use me however and whenever you see fit. Just let me pray to you in the only way I know.

   " Use you? I do not use my followers. They give themselves to me as they would their lovers. We walk, pray, and fuck on equal ground. Only a pious, indulgent Father would ask for prostration to the unyielding wretched stench of his affections, ” their words were spat out, lips pulled into a sneer as they stood at their full height. Eyes forward and jaw tensed. Teeth grinding back and forth. 

   “ Pray, if you must - but do not lap at my feet like a mongrel would its owner. If that is what you wish. . . If that is all you know yourself capable of. . .  Your paradise lies with the sanctimonious Church of a False God. For I am its antithesis. I am everything it is not. That is why it and its ilk scorn my ways - scorn our freedom. Our proclivities. Our hedonism. Think. Feel. Embrace the chaos and the violence of our way of living. Worship the God that has freed us by being your own. Fuck the false prophets to death and bathe in the blood of their sacrificial slaughter. 

  But do not offer subservience or compliance to the weakness their kind has beaten into you. Force fed the lies of your place. Then -- and only then -- will you be ready. ”

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Damn Val...I want you to fuck the shit out of me...I want your fingers inside me...your tounge...I want you to bite me...abuse me and love me... *begin to cuddle you softly, touch your butt and bite in your ear while moaning* oh Val <3

   There was a fleeting moment where their body froze up, unyielding to the soft coaxing touches. Expression carefully neutral and eyes dim as they stared at the other. Stared, and stared – until they could feel nothing… And then their features relaxed. Gaze warming and hands languid as they reached upwards. Petting, soothing – 

   Before finding purchase at the other’s neck and shoving them hard into the ground. Squeezing. The rapturous look never dwindling as their other hand joined. Their body straddling and they watched. 

   “ Oh - sweet, wayward soul. You ask much and yet you’ve no idea the fire you dance towards, ” their words were soft and breathless, fingers squeezing minutely as their neck craned to the side. Pulse beneath their finger tips as a smile crept along their dried, cracked lips. 

   “ I love you. I love you more than God ever could. But you’re not meant for such touches. Such inflamed passions and carnal inclinations - not yet. Not. ” A tightening squeeze. “ Yet. You have not walked away from the light - its stench still drowns you. You’ve not ripped open the belly of the beast. You’re not worthy. Not yet. ” 

   Their face ducked down as they forced the last of the air out of the other, chuckling softly as they released one hand to pet the stranger’s hair. Rhythmically. Instinctively. “ Shh shh. There, sweet lamb. Succumb to your sleep and wake up in your herd. Spared the wolf’s gaping maw and dripping fangs this night. In time - you will be whole. In time I will love you completely. But first sleep. Dream. And wake up screaming. ”

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cleric beast bloodborne ost

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siresnight.

    HIS HANDS rest at the small of their back, gentle as a lover’s yet vice-like as a master’s. their words do nothing to flatter him, to endear them to him, or even to win his respect, for he has heard them before from reverent, ignoble insects stretching across countless torturous millennia. but few have portrayed the fortitude to trespass in his lair, and fewer still have found him at all. dracula is oft resigned to recruit his own pitiful servants, but this delicious creature presents their mind and body to him like a great prize to be garnered.

   ❛ VAL, ❜ he croons, their name savored by his tongue with an abysmal lilt. ❛ you are so like me. the father. the mother. the shepherd of a meek people to power everlasting. ❜ if they search his eyes, they will find nothing ─ neither hints of sincerity nor the stain of dishonesty. but they are already held fast in his grip, blinded by their own zeal, an instrument of their own lust.

    dracula welcomes val’s touch before he adjusts his own, his fingertips brushing val’s cheek before they rest at their sharp jawline. he tilts val’s head back, then with a soft growl, presses his warm lips against their jugular, their heartbeat so rapid that dracula feels as if her heart pulses wildly between his lethal fangs. one kiss and they belong to him. one bite and they become a slave to his whims. and what a minion this devout creature would make, already so certain of their unholy purpose. val is at once an autonomous leader and a skillful underling.

    his lips part against val’s flesh, and his ensuing words breathe heat against their neck. ❛ and you, my child… you are the servant i deserve. ❜ his hand falls away from val’s jaw and tenderly cups the side of their left breast. ❛ pledge yourself to me. you are an agent of my will. you are a knight of my calling. you belong only to me. ❜ fangs begin to sprout from dracula’s canines, gently grazing val’s jugular as his chest rumbles with a nearly inaudible purr. he yearns to pierce val’s supple flesh and drain them dry, but his patience persists.

   ❛ be one among a legion of devoted brides. serve at my altar forevermore. ❜

The room was off balance - their vision blurred and their lips parted in silent awe. As his grip tightened, their breath grew shorted. It was unlike anything they had ever felt. Something about his very presence took away the clarity of their mind. It was as if they could focus on nothing but him -- and it was what made their devotion all the more concrete. In all their life they had been promised false deities and blessings. Things that would make them feel as if they were blessed and meant for greater things. . . But they had all left them hollow. Nothing compared to this. 

Breath - hot, cloying - on their skin and his touches made their knees positively shake. “ Oh -- ” they could hardly manage a coherent thought outside of this, their mind blissfully blank. But they needed to speak, to think. “ -- I serve that which I know to be a higher power. To be a God among the throngs of mortal piety and foolishness, ” Val’s words were barely above a whisper, guttural and thick as their eyes stared out at nothing. 

    A hand - emboldened - slid its way into his hair and cradled his skull. Pressing him in. 

“ Know that my loyalty is unyielding. It goes to those I know to be worthy of it. . . And you -- ” their voice hitched as the felt a slow poke into their neck. Threatening. Just barely above their artery that thudded so fiercely - it spoke leagues more than their composed calm. A smile tugged its way back to their lips as eyes fell shut. “ You are perfect. Take what you wish and know I give it to you willingly. ” 

                                          A pause. Then a breathless chuckle. 

“ Let my share my love with you, ” they finally let out - a lilting sigh as they held tight and pressed as far forward as they could.

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Amygdala - Tsukasa Saitoh

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“You do not belong here, even less than I.”

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“ Doc-tor. ” 

The words are a soft purr, eyes boring into the other from where hestood beyond the sheet of glass. Whether it was for their protection orhis – they couldn’t be certain. But it did not stop their slow, beatific smileas they stepped forward. Bare feet silent along the pristine tiles of theirsecluded cell. They near resembled a ghost among their holdings. 

“ A dirty little secret. Their best and closest kept, ” came the lilting drawl,Val’s head craned to the side. Their hand lashing up abruptly to slam andpress against the clear wall – directly over where the man’s heart wouldbe. Their smile only grew. 

“ But even secrets eventually find their way. These walls speak, Doctor. Ifyou are an outcast as I in these depraved experiments – then you shouldleave, ” trailed into a hiss, Val drew even closer. Body pressed flat to the glass as they stared and stared at him. Unblinking. “ Hell awaits the soulslost in this nightmare. Their Judgment is only a breath away and they willall watch as my god fucks theirs to death– ” a low, guttural laugh. 

“ Go. For when this wall comes crumbling down - I’m afraid I won’t be ableto stop. ”

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Tilda Swinton by Jack Davison 

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❛ i thought you liked games. ❜

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“ This – This… ” 

Their body shook and their eyes grew distant, lips pulled back into a soundless snarl. Rage was something they hadforgotten they could feel - forgotten they were capable of. Butas their eyes took in the slaughter before them, they felt it. Itwasn’t the gurgling screams of the hapless victims or the bloodthat slowly seeped into the streets. All of this would leave them with a gleeful sensation, truthfully… Were it not for the body ofa child that lay at their feet. 

         It only made their anger more palpable. 

“ This is no game– ” Val managed to force out, an odd grindingstammer clinging to their every word. Body curled up almostprotectively over the small figure - a pale, clawed hand runningover the child’s cheek. “ An innocent lost to the insatiable apetiteof a beast, ” they seemed to mutter to themself, eyes trailing overto the remains of the fledgling who’d done the damned deed. Areminder to them. 

                  “ … Forgive me, Sire. I lost my temper. ”

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Penny Dreadful Sentence Starters

“You’re pretty goddamn sure you know what’s going on all the time.”

“And that everything can again be like it was… though I know that can never be.”

“You do not belong here, even less than I.”

“I wonder what lips yours have kissed and where. Too many, I’m sure.”

“So have the courage to face your own sin before you cite mine so easily.”

“When the moment comes, look into my eyes and pull the trigger.”

“May I kiss your neck?”

“How cruel you are…”

“Can I help you in any way?”

“And what do you seek to escape?”

“I believe in everything but god.”

“I thought you liked games.”

“Where is your master?”

“I hate him, that fucker, God, you see.”

“You should’ve kissed me. Will you kiss me now?”

“Her passing was a thing of grace, I promise you.”

“What a simple thing it is to snap your neck. You are so fragile, you…”

“Don’t let me hurt anyone.”

“There was a time I would gladly have killed you, and there may come a time when I gladly shall.”

“Your hands want to touch, but your head wants to appraise. Your heart is torn between the two.”

“Do not be amazed at anything you see… and don’t hesitate.”

“To save her, I would murder the world.”

“Whatever interest, whatever need you think you have, you must forget you ever saw it.”

“You can do better. Give me words.”

“What happened to your lip?”

“As you grow up, you’ll learn we all do things which cause us shame. Sins we have committed…”

“No, no, I don’t want to sleep!”

“I love you for your weakness.”

“Did I deserve that?”

“There’s something wrong here. What haven’t you told me?”

“Perhaps it has always been there – this thing, this demon inside me – or behind my back, waiting for me to turn around.”

“There are things you can’t control.”

“You really shouldn’t come in here…”

“Your daddy says come home, so home you come.”

“Stop this right now.”

“I could never love you.”

“Because the truth is unendurable.”

“Right behind you. Don’t you feel him in the dark? On the back of your neck, his breath… Now one finger reaching out… Do you not feel it?”

“If your goal is to have me surrender to you, that day will never come.”

“There’s always a way to make a living when you’ve a bit of flesh, isn’t there?”

“Nothing I would say would come as a surprise, so you simply want the satisfaction of hearing me say it. Very well.”

“Hell, you sought it out and fucked it.”

“And what will you do with this little bit of my soul?”

“That’s why you’re a virgin.”

“Do what you have promised me!”

“Who can tell about such things, such hidden things? Such secrets we all have, don’t we?”

“I’ll not bore myself with explanations you cannot possibly understand.”

“We shall live with our guilt, you and I.”

“We’ve all sinned. No one knows that better than me.”

“But I love you in a different way.”

“If you let all this happen so that you could manipulate her… I’ll rip your throat out.”

“Don’t be naïve; it doesn’t suit you.”

“You can’t resist me forever, darlin’.”

“Don’t be frightened. Here it is. Everything.”

“Would you like to see something interesting?”

“Answer me, you rude thing.”

“It’s not an easy thing, this you ask of me.”

“Don’t ask permission. If you want to do a thing, do it because it is your desire, not my allowance. You must risk rejection.”

“You won’t be able to deny it.”

“Say it like that and you can get me to do anything.”

“I’m so sorry about last night.”

“God, how I envied you. Perhaps I even hated you.”

“This is a long, grueling, dangerous thing you ask.”

“I’ve not been good. What waits for me on the other side of the door?”

“Something whispered… I listened.”

“You play your role well, but this is not who you are.”

“I… I see things sometimes.”

“Now kindly stop wasting my time, and get out!”

“You have no idea how I fight this thing. This thing inside me.”

“I think you’re bloodthirsty.”

“I believe in a place between heaven and hell, between the living and the dead, a glorious place of everlasting rebirth. I believe in salvation. Do you believe in such a place?”

“This is obscene! You mustn’t!”

“I should warn you; this is not completely legal.”

“I would choose her over you. I might even hope I get the chance.”

“After all this time… she came to me.”

“No wonder you fled from me.”

“What’ve you done to yourself?”

“I’ve never fucked a dying creature before. Do you feel things more deeply I wonder… Do you feel pain?”

“My, my! That temper of yours!”

“In that case, would you like to have an adventure?”

“I like to be looked at.”

“This is a bit beyond my usual practice.”

“You should let me die.”

“Just know that you have made my visit here truly memorable. I shall never forget you.”

“Between us, there’s a rare connection. I won’t deny it, but that very intimacy released something unhealthy in me, something I cannot allow.”

“I suppose we take the happiness we can. Do you?”

“Little girls shouldn’t play with toys like that.”

“There is no going back from this moment.”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“I’m so glad to see you recovered.”

“There are times when we are compelled…”

“She’s been possessed by the devil.”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“There’s no goddamn future in it for either of us! Who’re we trying to fool?”

“Best you didn’t kiss me anymore. Keep a safe distance.”

“You know my name. Aren’t we family here?”

“I have a complicated history with the Almighty.”

“We’ve all done things to survive. There are such sins at my back, it would kill me to turn around.”

“Do you feel I owe you an explanation?”

“I can’t seem to get it out of my head.”

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ooc:: sighs real softly. As if the rpc couldn’t become more of a shit show. Anyways I’m here if anyone just wants to gab and talk -- i’m just writing replies, possibly making a starter call idk.