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but really where did all of the ahs murder house rp’ers run off to

mynameistate inquired:

(sendin u one xo) "You actually thought I cared about you?"


"Yeah, I did, actually."

                          Of course she’d believe anything he told her. After all, she was just some stupid, naive little girl who just happened to be in love. Who would have thought that being so GULLIBLE came with the whole depression thing? What a lovely package, a saving grace from her already troublesome life.

Not to mention that sarcasm was an added bonus.

                    “Bravo, bravo. Who knew that you were such a fucking fantastic actor? I mean, you totally had me fooled when you told me you loved me, that you’ve never felt that way about anyone before. Oh, and let’s not forget about the night you took my virginity. Man, I’m sure any rational person would totally figure out that you were faking everything, huh?”

The words were spat with heat, a piercing tone. “So don’t act so fucking surprised.”

                              Was she hurt? Of course. Was she going to let him know? Definitely not.

"Now, now, Vi. You give my acting skills too much credit! I didn’t fake everything," The boy smirks as he turns towards his favourite pet. "I can only lie to a pretty face so many times."
Taking a few moments away from her gaze, he began taking a closer look at her. Honey eyes, petite frame, shy smile- she was the perfect prey for this Devil.
Any positive feelings felt towards her then, were now filed away deep in his mind. But, why is he so hell bent on continuing this distaster of a ‘relationship’? The only reason in his mind is simple: This Flower would forever be his, only belong to him, and even the rage he felt towards her couldn’t change that fact. No one else was allowed to touch her, in pleasure or pain, in his mind. She became his property the second they slept together- and that is enough of a reason to force himself to keep a close eye on the girl.

"I loved you enough to let you keep your head attached to your neck. I don’t know about you, but I’d say that means something."
Tsk tsk, Constance always told him not to get attached to his play things- but he never was the type to listen well.

violent-violate inquired:

"You're hurting me, just let me go!"

Pale hands wrap tighter around the blonde’s throat; her eyes strained as Tate laughed in response.

"You say that as if I actually care," The Devil had no time for her mind games. Her ‘I thought I was important to you so please take care of me even though I broke your heart’ act was getting tiresome. She would either bitch or moan- never stopping to think how it truly affected him.
Why would he stop? This was exactly what she deserved. Being choked to death? It was too good for this Flower. After the pain she’s inflicted on him- she deserves worse.

“Hold still, this will only last a couple hours.” Laughing echoed the badement walls as he began twisting her head to the side; the slow act of crunching bones made his heart jump for joy.

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dark starter sentences

some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list
"You actually thought i cared about you?"
"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"
"You're a monster!"
"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."
"You're all mine now."
"How could you do this to me!?"
"I trusted you!"
"Is that supposed to scare me?"
"Put the knife down."
"You're scaring me..."
"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"
"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"
"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"
"Let me go!"
"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"
"Your blood smells wonderful."
"Who did this to you?"
"You're in my way."
"I thought you were dead!"
"Help me!"
"Long live the king."
"What did they do to you?"
"What have you done?"
"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."
"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"
"Stop it, your hurting me!"
"They'll kill you!"
"I hate you."
"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"
"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"
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You’re gonna regret it… You’re going to die in there.

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#Flower #Past



              "—-… Ugh.”

        That’s funny, she doesn’t 
         remember the basement                                             { Is that a dead body? }
         smelling this bad.  

"Can’t handle a little burned flesh, huh?" 
                            Devil taunts the Flower as he watches her nose crinkle in disgust.

                                                                         "Guess someone’s a bit sensitive."

mynameistate || closed



        Amber eyes search in vain for a flash of blonde hair as she scours the basement: she’s bored, and feels like being a brat. And being a brat is only satisfying when a certain sociopath is around. Hey — she’s a teenage girl (technically), she’s allowed to be a bitch if she wants to. And no one can tell her otherwise.

        ”Where’s my favorite psychopath?” She murmurs, only semi-sarcastically. No matter how hard she denies, she finds the blonde devil fascinating: she always was attracted to the macabre, afterall. And nothing screamed macabre more than Tate fucking Langdon. 

Planning hours of fun in the basement, like always.” He mutters back. The previous plans of re-murdering Chad and Patrick seemed a bit dull as he looked upon Violet’s face.

                                                           ”It’s been a while.”

What could his flower want with his presence this evening?
Maybe a good fight.
Those always cheered him up.

A quick smile flashes towards the girl; not bothering to get up from his seat.

                                                           ”How may I help you, pet?”


                “Hello? Who’s there?”

                       Chloe knows sneaking into abandoned houses can get her into trouble, but she’s renting the place next door and she simply has to know what it’s like inside. It is the infamous Murder House, after all. She’s been getting a good look around when she hears a noise, causing her to jump and then call out, assuming it’s just another person exploring.


Opening the door, his face was blank. A cold, unhappy stare reached the girl as she spoke aloud. 

      “Who the hell are you?”
Tate calls out as he keeps his distance; hasn’t he met all of his soon-to-be prey?

                                                           We don’t need anymore of them dying here, Devil.



                  “Please tell me you’ve got cocaine in that pocket-“ 

Tate’s not in the mood to play games; so pestering the Devil would be a bit of a high risk.

                                                 ”Either get me high or get lost.”