Perching on the same stool at Liz’ immaculate bar that had been hers for the better part of two decades (whether she had been there to use it or not) The Woman lifted the perfectly made martini to scarlet lips, taking a sip. She did not need to turn around to know that Sally was behind her. Even without her heightened senses, there was a delightful pull that surrounded her old flame like a shroud, both intoxicating and stifling in equal measure.
She was, in and of herself, a paradox. Perhaps that was why Irene was still so fond of her, even after decades of whatever their relationship could be described as.
“Can I help you, darling?”
“Yes. Get off my goddamn bench.” Not five minutes had passed since she crawled out of her hole and Sally was already feeling attacked —— this was her spot being shat on by the one Woman whose betrayal hurt more than anyone else’s. They were too much alike: heartless creatures willing to spit at boundaries just for the sake of having things done their way… only difference was, Sally wouldn’t have sat there and paraded it all right under the other’s nose. Worn out heels carried her away from the golden railing ( support for the addict’s wasted being ) and closer to where she sat — hand fishing inside her pocket for yet another cigarette to wrap her stained lips around. “You don’t get to act all butthurt. Want me out of your sight? There’s the fucking door, lucky you can check out any time —— to hell if I’m gonna stop you.”
Since the start of all this and even before, there had always been a DISTRUST of the people around them. Too many times she had been scorned by people that had been given misplaced trust. Trust was earned with her and only a few had it.
❝ You’re not gonna be any TROUBLE, are you? ❞
The junkie’s mouth gaped open and nearly fell all the way down to the floor beneath their feet, her cigarette dropping from its safe place between painted lips. Wasn’t that one fucked up question to ask? Dumb, for sure… Sally couldn’t imagine anyone who would openly admit they meant no good —— if swearing otherwise bought them a safe place to sleep at night and exist during the day. “You’re looking at trouble in the flesh, lady… does that mean I’m gonna steal a gun and shoot you all dead? No —— I ain’t that stupid.” What a way to blow the new resident’s welcoming, Sally couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Not all of us were born to be little mass murderers.”
❝ BAD SPIRITS GO TO HELL. ❞ Focus darted to the other, coldness tainting the eyes that were so warm and kind and voice came out secretive yet as cold as her eyes, as she was sitting by the Hotel’s bar, with water on her glass, waiting for someone to make a small delivery and leave this place to never come back. Yes, she could say that life was absent in the other, maybe a divine gift, maybe because as a Worker of God, the Devil’s work was clear as night to her.
“Well, what’s one fucking stupid thing to say.” Though vicious,
her words came out muffled by the white cigarette being held between
lipstick stained lips. Sally had experienced it — seen evil up close and
personal. Nothing about the world they all lived in was built to be
fair, not even punishment for those that spit on other people’s
faces for the sake of their own pleasure. How long had it been since the
killer junkie began collecting souls like they were simple, meaningless
objects meant to be stored away? There was blood dripping from her hands, not literally but in every other way possible… and she had no regrets — never had, never would have.
"There is no hell for us… no everlasting torture by fire. All you have
to do is ask me — I’ve seen all there is to know about bad spirits and
trust me, you’ve got your facts wrong.”
💉 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.
