━━TORTURE. the room was EXQUISITE. every tool imaginable was at his disposal and had been used quite a few times already. ❛ you’ve been a NAUGHTY little minx haven’t you. it’s no wonder mister march wants you punished. ❜ calloused, meaty fingers lit delicately upon each tool the teeth had dulled over many years. ah but that made it all the more painful, yes?
❛
normally, you know, i remove the tongue first but i believe i’ll enjoy it more the louder you howl. ❜
lip curled into a dank smile, the gesture was not kind.
❛
women tend to have this habit of constantly CHATTERING, it’s quite irritating. but with you.. with you darling i believe i’d quite like to hear that smart mouth beg for forgiveness from mister march. for mercy.
❜
did he believe this rancid female would? that was a resounding NO.
❛ so you haven’t said.. what have you done to raise the ire of our dear commander in chief?
❜
each instrument of torture splayed out before him, taunting ( TEASING ) how lovely indeed. with a glance to her then back at the table silently he bid her to lay.
the smile on her lips fractured, beaten by the sight of blood that laid smeared across the ceiling and over the basement walls, carmine spots surrounded by an endless sea of filth and rust alike. it was easier, far less horrifying, to focus her attention on memories of the past rather than hoping and trying to catch a glimpse of the tool that would soon cut through her skin and turn her muscles to shreds, breaking her in two. cruel steal, worn out by years of constant use and abuse, dangerous in the hands of a maniac whose work sally had come to both fear and admire. whenever she looked at him, the junkie saw her own cruelty reflected in his eyes: black pits of darkness, starved for the healing sight of human pain and terror.
❝ and why the hell should i tell you? ❞ while she spoke, pale fingers toyed with a loose thread on her dress, right on top of her stomach that rose and then fell with every breath she drew. it was only then, as she laid flat on her back and waited for her punishment to be finally delivered, that sally found her courage and turned her head to meet his gaze once again. the same smile that once hung from the edge of her lips returned, wider and more daring than before, her mouth opening to let the tip of her tongue curl and brush over her front teeth. ❝ oh, but wouldn’t you love to know? ❞
“Sally – my dear girl,” James called out, strolling over towards the other spirit with little to no reluctance. She certainly didn’t care for his company, but her personal preference didn’t matter right now. “It’s been too long. I’m afraid I may need your assistance with something.”
Although this was her home, the one place that should have provided her with a sense of both safety and comfort, Sally soon found herself devoting the entirety of her endless days ( and even longer nights ) to scurrying past his sight; like a terrified mouse would have done. Always watching — waiting to catch her and put her bony ass back up to some unpleasant work she had yet to find out all about. Goodness knew March couldn’t possibly mean no harm, not even if he as much as tried behaving like a decent person for once. The dooming sound of his voice caused her feet to stop dead on their tracks, right when the junkie was about to hide behind a corner… and she sighed, blonde head hanging low in defeat. A girl could only hide for so long.
“Who do I have to kill now? Or is it, who do I have to fuck now?” Sally spun around on her heels, small hands clenched into shaky and tight fists. If only she could punch the nasty grin out of his face — without being cruelly punished for it. “Good evening to you too, Master.”
💉 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.
