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a  small  town  with  a  population  of  less  than  three  thousand,  nestled  comfortably  at  the  foot  of  the  black  mountains  in  north  carolina,  clydesferry  has  always  been  chock  full  of  rumors  and  rot,  the  truth  being  censored  to  be  more  digestible  and  to  protect  the  history  of  the  land  and  the  mountains.  erected  atop  the  converging  ley  lines  that  lead  into  a  hellmouth  at  the  heart  of  the  mountains,  the  town  had  long  since  been  a  point  where  mortals,  myths  and  magic  collided,  and  the  people  of  clydesferry  protect  the  secrets  of  their  town  more  fiercely  than  a  bear  protects  her  cubs,  but  with  so  much  death  plaguing  the  founding  families  since  the  early  2000s  and  with  whispers  of  ghostly  spectres  being  sighted,  the  town  now  plays  host  to  federal  law  and  ghost  hunters  alike  all  while  the  witches  attempt  to  make  peace  with  the  disrupted  energies  that  dwell  within  the  mountain,  yawning  with  hunger.

goryfms  is  a  semi - appless  original  character  roleplay  based  within  the  southern  gothic  subgenre,  drawing  inspiration  from  cult  classics,  pieces  of  media  and  tried  and  tested  tropes  found  in  the  subgenre.

☞ règle 1: ne pas sortir la nuit !

Derry: projet RP huis-clos horreur - inspiré de la série From et de l'univers de Stephen King.

Something just felt... wrong.

He didn't know how to explain it, but today just felt wrong. It didn't help that Yancy has been acting a little more off than usual either. Once so open and honest, now... closed and reserved. He figured once he was ready, he would share. But now he wasn't so sure.

Wilford shakes his head. What was he doing again? Right, food. Explains the treats in his hands.

Ringing up the customer, he fidgets with his hands behind the counter. He was bored... very bored. He needed something to do. Maybe he could bring a treat basket for Yancy and his friends, cheer them up a bit. That didn't sound too bad! Maybe some fresh apple fritters would make things better.

-@wilfordsbakingshop

Hank didn't like being out of Yancy's sight, especially after some bad shit has gone down. But he also wasn't about to disobey a direct order from a man who was only worried about protecting the love of his life. The fact of the matter was that Yancy currently wasn't in any shape to get Wilford himself, and he trusted Hank to do it. So he would, without a second thought.

Pulling up to the sidewalk in an old sedan, Hank leaves the vehicle and walks through the doors of the bakery, ignoring the stares he's sure he's getting. His suit is rumpled and dirty, face also covered in dust. A butterfly bandage was hastily slapped onto his forehead above his eyebrow, evidence of the blood that had leaked from it dried down his cheek and on his collar.

He's going to scare Wilford half to death, probably, but that might expedite getting him out of there.

"Wilford... I need you to close up shop and come with me. Now."

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BEHIND THE VEIL s'est refait une beauté !

L'automne arrive enfin (vraiment enfin), prétexte parfait pour sortir une palette de couleurs orangées, afin de réchauffer nos écrans pendant ces temps qui se rafraichissent.

La maintenance n'apporte pas juste un joli design (enfin, on l'espère), mais également la clôture de la première intrigue et la menace qui s'amplifie, sur l'île de Waydon...

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a  small  town  with  a  population  of  less  than  three  thousand,  nestled  comfortably  at  the  foot  of  the  black  mountains  in  north  carolina,  clydesferry  has  always  been  chock  full  of  rumors  and  rot,  the  truth  being  censored  to  be  more  digestible  and  to  protect  the  history  of  the  land  and  the  mountains.  erected  atop  the  converging  ley  lines  that  lead  into  a  hellmouth  at  the  heart  of  the  mountains,  the  town  had  long  since  been  a  point  where  mortals,  myths  and  magic  collided,  and  the  people  of  clydesferry  protect  the  secrets  of  their  town  more  fiercely  than  a  bear  protects  her  cubs,  but  with  so  much  death  plaguing  the  founding  families  since  the  early  2000s  and  with  whispers  of  ghostly  spectres  being  sighted,  the  town  now  plays  host  to  federal  law  and  ghost  hunters  alike  all  while  the  witches  attempt  to  make  peace  with  the  disrupted  energies  that  dwell  within  the  mountain,  yawning  with  hunger.

goryfms  is  a  semi - appless  original  character  roleplay  based  within  the  southern  gothic  subgenre,  drawing  inspiration  from  cult  classics,  pieces  of  media  and  tried  and  tested  tropes  found  in  the  subgenre.

“La ville a ses secrets et elle les garde bien.” – Stephen King, Salem

BASHES THE DOOR OPENNN!!! HAII...!!! ITS MEEHEHu!!! They hand Mark a petal cone. HLEL9OAOO MA. RKK!!, IHERES A GIFFTT!! - 😋

tjhank you1! very ncie gift, strgager!

(translation: Thank you! Very nice gift, stranger!)

(Maybe I should get 'm somethin'..)

Zizzi would enjoying the view of the ocean as she took a deep breath now. "It sure is a nice summer. But why do I need the dress?" She would speak into the ear piece as she was walking by the docks. She hadn't taken noticed the lady running by her. She was soon taken off guard when she felt a sudden shove as she stumbled. (Frozen)

"Well Zizzi, you're in the Kingdom of Arendelle, and judging from how festive the place is, the Queen Elsa is coming of age to become queen." Chronoa said into Zizzi's earpiece.

“What do you want, Sven?” Kristoff asked to his reindeer growing up with him as he speaks for him. “Give me a snack!” He said in a different voice, speaking for him.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked pulling out a carrot. “Please.” Kristoff said as he chomps on the carrot. “Share!” Kristoff said as Sven shares the carrot.

Meanwhile, Anna was dancing and singing about the gates being open for the first time in forever as Elsa prepares for the coronation. But she also has to remember to conceal her ice powers, but don't feel fear.

Anna then bumps into Zizzi. "Sorry!" She then bumps into Princes Hans' horse and falls into a boat. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?" Hans asked. “No. I’m… I’m okay.” Anna said towards the gentleman when she had bumped into his horse. “Sorry. I just wasn’t looking where I was going. But I’m great, actually.” She said towards the individual.

"i keep rifles in the front closet. trespassing can be a glance. a good shot, i practice with bottles, bull's eyes. i cross the line where the fence breaks, where the wood falls in unintended directions, and prepare an offensive before any repair. i know the value of my property. ungloved, i place the barbed wire."

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character: collie open: m/f/nb plot: collie is kept locked in the crumbling louisiana mansion by her overbearing mother, which has given her an unhealthy fear of the outside world. your muse has come by their property for whatever reason, maybe they're intending to rob the home because it looks abandoned or they've heard rumors about witches living in the old winesap house. it could be an innocent happenstance or your muse has nefarious intentions. either way, it's their first meeting! this post was made using beta editor, please do not reblog it in legacy as i no longer have access to it!

no one ever visited. no one she hadn't known since she was a little girl, at least, and even then, the extended family she had didn't come by much unless to ask for money. there was rarely ever a stranger, some door-to-door salesmen or meter reader, and on the few occasions they had made their way to the front door, her mother made collie hide. it was early in the morning that day, though, the sun just starting to rise over the trees. it gave the world a dusty, orange glow. she loved to be awake so early in the morning, because her mother wouldn't wake until later and it was the only time colette had to herself. sitting on the bench swing that was on the wraparound porch, she was enjoying the solitude when she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. her first instinct was to scream, wake up her mother and force the stranger off their land. her second was to beg them to steal her away. getting up off the swing, she approached them quickly but wore an expression of hesitation. it took a moment for her to find her voice, so unused to speaking to anyone that wasn't related to her: "h...hey. you can't, um... you can't be here." collie tried to sound confident and protective of her home. however, she felt excited. "my mother... if she sees you, she'll kill you."