It would be like him to lose track of the time when it came to something as important as this. When the full moon rolled around he tended to make a whole thing of it to make sure he had all his bases covered before slipping away for the evening. Surely he wouldn’t be missed for one night, but of course, going missing once a month was a pattern that Sally had picked up on. He’d considered telling her, after all, it wasn’t like this whole relationship wasn’t already weird with her being a ghost and all, but for some reason the idea of adding his own unfortunate supernatural defect felt like it would be overdoing things. Alas, he couldn’t make himself scarce when he was already feeling the effects of the moonlight, his very bones burning and skin itching and wanting to give way to fur. Looked like it was going to be a long night, so Sam quickly went to his door and locked it, taking a bit longer than he would have liked as his hands shook with anticipation, with a desire to run and hunt and be free….
“Not to night…” he mumbled to himself once the door was finally secured. There was no guarantee he wouldn’t rip it off its hinges later, but maybe he’d be feeling particularly polite this cycle. After all, he’d just mixed up the time a little bit. Surely the moon would understand. It wasn’t likely, but he could hope. Clumsily stripping, not wanting to ruin another good set of clothes, he tossed them to the side, his muscles not wanting to cooperate with anything more than that until the transformation was over, Sam sat down on the end of the bed and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before letting the wolf that snarled and growling inside his brain out. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too mad at him for making it wait.
He wasn’t going to get away with it, not tonight… Sally wouldn’t allow it. What the hell did he think he was playing at? Her brain could be ruined by so much heroin but the blonde wasn’t stupid, she was bound to notice a pattern. Once a month, Sam would sneak out of the hotel and go only god knew where… Sally was possessive, she wasn’t about to let some random whore steal the man that belonged to her in more ways that one, hence her little habit of trying to detect someone else’s perfume on his clothes every time he came back from his monthly adventures. Days of planning were ruined by his sudden rush to get out of bed and leave, but this time Sally followed, closely… Whatever it was that he was hiding, the junkie would find out.
Now standing right outside his room’s door, and with her right ear pressed against the thick piece of wood, Sally remained as quiet as her heavy breathing allowed her to. Nothing could be heard, not a single word or sound that would indicate she was right to be so nervous. Oh, the things she would do to him… No one was allowed to make her feel like a worthless piece of shit, not even him— specially not him, after everything they accomplished together. Enough was enough, Sally was done being subtle… With her eyes now clouded by thick tears, the junkie raised her fist and banged on the door three times, loud enough to prove a point even if she wasn’t even yelling at him— not yet.
A few seconds later, Sally felt like punching her way through the locked door… What the heck was taking him so long? Wasn’t she always there whenever he needed her? Why couldn’t he do the same for her? She was worthless, that’s why— worthless and unimportant and… nothing. “Why are you being such an ass?!” Her voice came out loud, almost desperate. Goody, hopefully he’d notice. With a swift swing of her leg, the junkie gave that blasted door a strong kick, one that made her thumb throb and hurt like never before… But Sally didn’t mind pain, not when there were more pressing matters threatening to make her fall into the same dark hole she wouldn’t be able to escape all by herself. She needed him, there was no other way to put it. “Just… Stop 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.
