elizabeth watches on in silent adoration, for it’s been far too long since she’s been lucky enough to be in the presence of another woman in this way. she smiles, but the expression lasts for only a few seconds before sally is speaking. the countess doesn’t like what she says. lips will thin, emerald gaze hardening into the gem they resemble.
❛ so what if that is ONE reason? you’re a beautiful woman, sally. you should be allowed and encouraged to show that much.
❜ but a comment to the latter part of the junkie’s words doesn’t come right away; elizabeth must think it over first.
❛ and just because you know about my kind does not mean you know ME. remember that, darling.
❜ she stands from her seat now, crossing the room in her kimono, nothing but panties on beneath the fabric.
❛ now what would convince you to keep that on for at least the next few hours? a drink? me? drugs?
❜ elizabeth pauses, a newly poured drink in hand as she gazes upon the other woman.
❛ all of the above?
❜
Elizabeth’s kind… their kind, she was one of them now. Sally’s gaze fell down to the floor, intimidated by the ethereal creature
addressing her as if they were equals; and when she looked back up at
her reflection in the mirror, the reborn addict saw herself through
changed eyes. All those track marks, gone though not forever… a
new start. Bones had been healed, the unnatural angle of her back as it
hit and cracked against the cold pavement turned into a delicate curve,
like a smooth path leading down to her ass. Alive and in one piece ——
pampered like a glass princess instead of stepped on like junk. Elizabeth was right, the black dress did suit
her. A drink was being offered and Sally caught herself just in time
to take in the last of her words, to which her lips responded by
twisting up into a childish smile that mixed well with the Countess’
peaceful look, carved into her porcelain skin. A dangerous woman with a dangerous kind of beauty, that’s exactly what the platinum immortal was. “You… then dope, and then
a drink. Can’t have it all at the same time, can I? Wouldn’t know what
to do with myself — no one’s ever offered me this much.” Pathetic, but no less true. She watched her
through the mirror, tearful eyes feasting in the wonderful view.
💉 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.
