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dismalbrother-blog · 6 years

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FINDING OUT who killed his sister was supposedly so to help, at least according to almost everyone in town he spoke too. But it won’t affect them after a week, his sister and Ann would become a forgotten memory. Sometimes, when the alcohol didn’t numb him anymore, he’d ALMOST wish for the same. His little sister becoming just a faded memory in the back of his head, but that wasn’t possible. John would either feel everything, like a raw nerve exposed to the wind or he would feel nothing, like everything was frozen solid. Currently he was fading towards the numb side, briefly glancing towards her.’’You didn’t know.’’ was all that he could muster. Part of him wondered if she was referring to what happened between them, but he shrugged that way. That question was slowly starting to dim in occurrence, eyes remaining on her.’’I’m...here.’’ He spoke, as if that was a magical answer.

if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you did it. her words echoed inside her head as she thought back; oh, how right she had been. she knew all along John Keene was innocent, but right now she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty herself — almost as if she killed those girls. how could she have been so blind to how dangerous her mother really was? “i’m sorry.” …that my mother killed your sister, that she framed you for the murder, that i never saw the signs sooner, that we had that… moment and never spoke again. a flash of the Keene boy, as he read out her scars like he was reciting some bad poem; each scar burning, pulsating against her skin as she recalled each word as it slipped delicately from his lips. cherry. sick. gone. wrong. Camille forced a smile, taking a seat opposite John. “how you holding up…?”

@dismalbrother.

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dismalbrother-blog · 6 years

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plotting call !

#indie rp #indie sharp objects rp #sharp objects rp #.. im still messing around with the psd-#mk

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dismalbrother-blog · 6 years

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— ahs coven sentence starters .

nsfw and triggering themes and mentions may be present, such as blood, gore, murder, death, religion.

❛ It’s too hot. My frickin’ vagina’s sweating. ❜

❛ You girls need to learn to fight. When witches don’t fight, we burn. ❜

❛ Don’t make me drop a house on you. ❜

❛ Everyone here is a witch. I’m so sorry. Please don’t send us to jail. ❜

❛ Is this where we all sing Kum-Bah-Yah? ❜

❛ Did we just marry the Devil? Because I’m not down with that. ❜

❛ Eternal life and all you can do with it is stuff your face and cry. ❜

❛ You’re the bitch that blindsided me with that candlestick. ❜

❛ I may be a maid, but there are limits to my servitude. ❜

❛ There’s nothing I hate more than a racist. ❜

❛ You know that’s all a crock of shit, right? ❜

❛ She done messed with the wrong witch, and she knows it. ❜

❛ This coven doesn’t need a new supreme, it needs a new rug. ❜

❛ I’m going to let the whole world in and get a good look at me. ❜

❛ You didn’t throw that acid but you might as well have. ❜

❛ They got some real power in that witch house now. ❜

❛ I am not a human being, but a spirit. A foul demon from hottest Hell. ❜

❛ It’s this century. It still does perplex me so. ❜

❛ The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. ❜

❛ The way my lips and my tongue wrapped around my instrument was… impeccable. ❜

❛ Throw me back in the box. I’ve seen enough of this world. ❜

❛ Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. ❜

❛ At any rate, I’m not going to kill you, well maybe after dessert. ❜

❛ One dog moves out, another moves in. It’s the circle of life. ❜

❛ Haven’t you heard? I have no soul. I’ll just kill ‘em all. ❜

❛ I don’t give a donkey shit about title. I want only one thing: your soul. ❜

❛ Here’s my other offer. You can all just die. ❜

❛ I don’t wanna waste my magic on you, I can do you with my hands. ❜

❛ I can’t bring someone back once they’re gator shit. ❜

❛ I did it for us, I love you. I love you… Please, please! ❜

❛ Feel the fear and the pain, let it all in, and then let it all go. ❜

❛ Oh Jesus, go change your clothes. Wear something… black. ❜

❛ You took my power the minute I gave birth to you. ❜

❛ You let her die. Why did you let her die? ❜

❛ Why did you leave me? You said you’d never leave me. ❜

❛ Either crown me or kiss my ass. ❜

❛ I don’t really know anything about love if I was going to be honest. ❜

❛ You must think you’re very clever. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to thank you for saving my life. ❜

❛ What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? ❜

❛ When you come back, he’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ If I wanted you dead, you would be. ❜

❛ I could have toasted a piece of bread with the heat they were putting on you. ❜

❛ That’s not easy, but you were a sloppy little witch bitch. ❜

❛ Do you have any clothes that don’t come from the Gap? ❜

❛ You can borrow something of mine. Frat party tonight. Just got the tweet. ❜

❛ I’m a human voodoo doll. ❜

❛ And, you will find love again. A strange and unexpected love. ❜

❛ Even if I wanted to give it to you, I couldn’t. ❜

❛ Our lives, our very existence is always at risk. Know this. Or, face extinction. ❜

❛ Why would you kill God’s innocent creatures? ❜

❛ I’ve surrounded myself with the white spirit light to protect me. ❜

❛ You think I’m stupid because of where I came from. ❜

❛ You can’t be your best self until you find your tribe. I’m still looking for mine. ❜

❛ It’s you that will end in flames! I swear it! ❜

❛ How can you be such a bitch? ❜

❛ The world isn’t safe for a girl like me, but maybe I’m not safe for the world either. ❜

❛ Voodoo. Witchcraft. This town ain’t big enough for the two of us. War is coming, and you’re gonna lose. ❜

#meme.

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dismalbrother-blog · 6 years

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men get to be warrior poets. what woman is described that way? not Adora. prosecution says my mother is a warrior martyr; if she was guilty, they argued, it was only of female sort of rage. over care, killing through kindness. it shouldn’t have surprised me that Adora fell on that sword. spectacularly, of course, she never did explain the teeth; what kind of naked rage a person – man or woman – would need to do something like that. it didn’t fit. so, as with everything in my mother’s world, it didn’t exist. except maybe in some dark place only she knows about. my mother has many years to consider what she’s done… as for me, I’ve forgiven myself for failing to save my sister, and given myself over to raising the other. am i good at caring for Amma because of kindness, or do I like caring for Amma because I have Adora’s sickness? I waver between the two, especially at night when my skin begins to pulse. lately, I’ve been leaning toward kindness.

indie camille preaker from gillian flynn’s sharp objects, as written by orion.

#promos.

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