Sam physically winced at her response, knowing full well it would have been impossible for her to miss. He’d done his best to develop a thick skin over the years, but after so long being considered the resident idiot remarks like that always found a way to find their way past his defenses. “It wasn’t meant to be a real one. I doubt you know how to tell the truth anymore. You’re so full o’ shit that there ain’t nothing else,” the man replied defensively. He wondered for a moment if that had been to forward; a bit too harsh, but as he replayed Sally’s words in his head, Sam couldn’t help but feel vindicated. She wanted to throw around insults? Fine, he could play that game. It wasn’t one he liked much, but in all things, especially games, he wanted to give it a solid try.
Or, at least, he would have had Sally not laid her hand on him. No, it was more than just that. She wasn’t just touching him she was…well, he couldn’t quite think of a word for it. Petting him? What’d she think he was? A dog? “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, realizing only after he said it that her sudden change in demeanor could only mean one thing. She’d noticed his…situation. Sam tightened his shoulders and looked down at her, enjoying her touch but also wanted to be as far away from it as possible. “Sally, get your hands off me…” he replied, though his heart was hardly in it. His dick agreed even less with his words, Sally’s light touch only adding fuel to an already raging fire.
Poor thing, so pissed off yet deeply aroused at the same time… his brain had to be a mess and like the horny piece of crap she was, Sally took great pride in knowing bits of her exposed skin could make him want to do dirty things to her. Almost as if they were performing a dance, the junkie’s fingers traveled further down his stomach until they reached Sam’s belt —— and then she pulled, hard to lure him closer to her side of the wall. “Don’t fool yourself, baby… I may be one filthy liar but I know truth when I see it and this hard on right here… you’re not faking it.” There was no more trace of her previous anger on Sally’s porcelain-like features as she stared up at him; on the contrary, had it not been captured between white teeth, the smirk twisting her lips would have grown as big as the moon shining bright above their heads.
Was it a challenge? Sam couldn’t have possibly meant it, not when his body seemed to be aching and begging for attention. To think they started off going at each other’s throats, fighting over a piece of territory she would never give up on willingly… now this was what Sally called a nice turn of events, no more, no less. “Off you like this?” Instead of pawing at his belt, the blonde’s right hand launched itself downtown and grabbed a fistful of Sam’s impossibly hard crotch — squeezing like it was a prize she had worked tirelessly for. Eyebrows rose, a low chuckle parting from her inviting mouth as she fondled him through his clothes. “Let’s be grownups and work things out, hm? No need for violence, I know what you need and where you can find it.”
💉 This is a selective and private blog, which means I'll be picky with who I interact with. Having too many threads will get on my nerves, it's happened before and I'm not a big fan of dropping good stories.
💉 This blog is highly NSFW.
💉 I don't like being pressured for replies. Give me a week and then feel free to come at me and ask if I have our thread saved in my drafts. Chances are I do.
💉 All icons, promos and graphics are made by me (unless stated otherwise).
Un/Following
💉 If I hit the follow button, then it means I'm 100% interested in writing with you.
💉 I will not follow you if there are no rules/about page (OC's only) on your blog, our styles don't go well together or I can't see our muses interacting. It's nothing personal, but I do like keeping my dash clean.
💉 Blogs with little to no writing or that have been inactive for more than three weeks will be unfollowed, unless there's a hiatus notice.
SHIPPING
💉 This is a multi-ship blog, the mun will not engage in sexual situations with minors but also doesn't mind fading to black.
💉 I ship my muse with chemistry. However, if you think our characters go well together and would like to try a ship, please let me know and we can discuss it. I'm a shipping piece of trash so chances are I will love it.
💉 If you're familiar with my muse, then there's no point in telling you how relationships will go... But if you're not, keep in mind that Sally will be clingy and she will be needy, jealous, violent and possessive too. Don't try to change that because it will not happen.
INTERACTIONS
💉 If we're mutuals, feel free to send me memes, like starter calls and reply to open starters. My ask box is always open and you can contact me through IM's if you ever feel like plotting. You also have the right to ask for my Skype username.
💉 I don't mind having multiple threads with the same muse! Specially if it's a ship and helps develop their relationship.
💉 If we're not mutuals, you can still send me memes but you're not allowed to turn them into a thread.
💉 I will not roleplay with anons. It makes me uncomfortable so please, respect that.
EXCLUSIVES
💉 I love having exclusives, this means I will only interact with your version of the muse you play and vice versa (there may be a few exceptions).
💉 You can find my list of updated exclusives and mains on my navigation link.
TRIGGERS
💉 This is American Horror Story, 18+ content will be present in threads and posts. Keep that in mind before following.
💉 The only two triggers that will be tagged are NSFW and tw: gore. In other words, sex and graphic torture (this doesn't include a few droplets of blood). If there's something you'd like to see tagged, please let me know and I will.
MEMES
💉 Not all memes will be answered, it depends on the muse and content of said meme. It can also take me a while to reply to them, threads come first.
💉 If you want to turn a meme into a thread, please make a new post for it.
💉 While I do not believe that you have to send me a meme every time you reblog one from me, if you're going to share or like more than three it'd be nice to get one in return. My blog is not a meme source.
PERSONAL BLOGS
💉 As a personal (non-rp blog), you're allowed to:
- Follow me.
- Like threads, ooc posts, reblogs and share promos.
- Ask me questions about my muse and threads. They'll be answered out of character, meaning I won't let Sally interact with you.
- Talk to me through IM's.
💉 But you're not allowed to:
- Reblog my threads, headcanons and ooc posts.
- Try to roleplay with me. All memes and questions directed to the muse will be ignored.
- Ask me to write fanfics for you, specially if it involves smut.
💉 If you like threads very often and my roleplay partner complains about it, I'm in my right to message you and ask you to stop. If you reblog something you're not supposed to and refuse to stop, I will block you.
ABOUT THE MUN
💉 You can call me Lovett, Mayte, dude... Whatever floats your boat; just be respectful xD I'm 22 years old and live in Mexico.
💉 English isn't my first language. I do try my best not to make any mistakes but I'm human, please don't make me feel bad for it.
💉 You can refer to me as she/her.
💉 Writing is my biggest passion and I like getting to know my partners. If you come into my messages and just throw something random at me, you can be sure it won't bother me one bit.
💉 The mun suffers from severe anxiety that can be sometimes triggered by feeling like I have a lot to do and write. If I drop our thread or take forever to reply, please don't hate on me or assume I don't like you.
And I think that's it! Thank you for reading my rules and if you feel like it, send me an "I LOVE YOU, SALLY."
Los Angeles, California. Days after Nick Harley and Tina Black’s passing, Sally McKenna quits life and becomes a permanent resident at the Hotel Cortez. Though her heart is still pumping blood and she is free to leave at any time, the place where her beloved friends expired now keeps a tight hold around her. Sally can’t bear the thought of leaving, something about those dark halls and stained carpets help her keep all that sorrow at bay.
Weeks pass and the lonely woman can barely remember her own name; how she does it to move from one floor to another without collapsing under the effects of massive amounts of heroin polluting her blood, no one knows. Sally is broken, lost… Those who live around her notice her presence but keep their help to themselves, no one wants to mess with a fucked up junkie.
The newest gossip spreads like a plague inside the walls of the Cortez: a young couple found Sally McKenna passed out on their bed and help is on its way. Drug overdose, that’s what the paramedics write on the dying woman’s chart. Ten minutes later, Sally is being rushed into the emergency room but there’s nothing that can be done, except for waiting. The tube allowing her to breathe won’t be removed any time soon, doctors know her name but there’s no one they can call… The hotel’s junkie is now in a coma and things aren’t looking great for her.
Despite her body being confined to a bed, Sally’s dreams run wild. There is a Hatter and singing roses, a ruthless Queen of Hearts and talking horses… A land with no pain nor sorrow lies before her eyes and the asleep woman is now free to explore and get lost in her own imagination, the dark days from her past nothing but a black cloud that’s been left behind for good… Even though Wonderland is her mind’s home now, Sally will soon learn it’ll take more than friends and marvelous creatures to help her forget the horrors of being the junkie no one likes.
