welcome to the murder house.: Dear Everyone.

americanhorrorstory-roleplay:

We are extremely torn apart and sad about this. We have debated this so much over quite some time and we finally decided. We have no other choice because we have no idea what to do about this RP anymore. We love you all and appreciate the people who stuck with us until the end and fought so hard to keep this going. And I’ve never been good with words or anything but I think y’all understand where this is going. We are shutting down, this RP just isn’t working anymore and we were so happy to make it as far as we did. We’be made up our minds and as much as it kills us we can’t go on in this RP any longer. We are completely out of loss and soon we are creating a completely original RP and when it’s up if y’all would like we could send you the link and you guys could have any character of your choice. We love you all and we are so very sorry. We will miss this RP and every last one of you. We are so sorry..

Love,

Taters and Vi.<3

Oh my gosh… I’m gone for over a week and come back to this… My poor heart. I’m really sorry to see this RP go! And please send me the link to the new RP you plan to make! Taters & Vi, you guys have been awesome admins here! I’m going to miss all of this so much!

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HI GUYS I NEED HELP

pretty-and—reckless:

So, my friend and I are having a hard time deciding whether we should or should not do the cinnamon challenge.

Should we? Or not?

HELP OUR BOREDOM.

I’ve done it, not so bad. I’d say do it! It actually tasted great to me, but then again, I like a lot of weird and foreign foods.

tags: #ooc #can't help but point out the amount of notes on our para #69 notes lol #okay #i'll reply tomorrow #my eyes keep falling shut and i'm continuously yawning

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I don't need sunlight, I already shine bright: sinnersdielast: “Well… Let’s see. The way you don’t speak like most...

timecanthealthesewounds:

“Those idiots sound illiterate. That’s why I don’t talk like that. Besides, I’m already enough of a douche as it is. I don’t need to add any womanizing and lustful categories to my list.” Her soft smile broke out into a grin as his arm pulled away, a smile playing across his face.“I thought I was going to hit you. If you tried anything now, I don’t think I’d be able to resist you.” Ophelia raised a brow, a competitive smirk tugging at her lips. “Hit me? If you ever do, i’ll give you a run for your money, love. Lust wins over anger, every time.”

A flash of heat ran through her body as he tilted himself toward her, glad that he was enjoying himself.“I hated this house when we moved here. I think it’s okay now…I don’t like the idea of being trapped here. But everything seems brighter when I think of spending my eternity with you.” She hummed softly as he trailed his fingers across her body, the low tone almost a purr. “I hated being trapped here, too. But the more I think about it, the more I think of it as an agreement. She leaned into him, pressing her lips against the skin of his throat. She licked her lips against his skin, tasting a mixture of cologne and sweat on him. “I get to spend the rest of my life with you, we’re just doomed to a fucked up honeymoon at the Murder House.” She lifted her head up, shrugging. “I can live with that.”

She felt herself grin against the warmth of his forehead, resting her hands on his shoulders as she pulled away. “Thanks…You make me feel so weird — not that is’a bad weird… Just—” Ophelia blushed, looking down to his chest self consciously. “You make me think differently. I usually can’t go half an hour in a conversation without fighting or bickering. Maybe I got all that out earlier when I was fighting off smiles.” The words quickly cheered her up, her eyes slowly moving up his body to reach his. Each spot where their skin met burned with intensity, like she was magnetized to Riley.“You make me feel weird, too.” She stuck her tongue out playfully, sitting up for a minute to flip her dark locks out of her face. She repositioned herself next to Riley, pressing herself against his side. Her fingers trailed down the silhouette of his face, memorizing every freckle, every pore. “You make me feel..” She bit her lip for a moment, searching for the right word. “Vulnerable. Eager. Eager to be hurt.” Her hand trailed down his throat and to his chest, placing her palm flat against where his heart was. “Willing to be hurt for eternity for a moment of happiness.” She smiled softly, the words were pouring out from her heart before her brain could have any say in it.

“I hated being trapped here, too. But the more I think about it, the more I think of it as an agreement. I get to spend the rest of my life with you, we’re just doomed to a fucked up honeymoon at the Murder House. I can live with that.” Riley’s fingers paused at her elbow. He was thoughtful for a moment before wetting his lips with his tongue. “So this is a honeymoon?” He smiled sheepishly, his eyes not meeting her’s fully. “I must have missed the ceremony.” And a whole lot of other stuff… She went from flirting to unsurety to telling me she loves me and she jumps straight to the honeymoon.

“You make me feel weird, too.” He nodded, wondering what sort of ‘weird’ she felt. When she stuck out her tongue at him, he took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss her before she could retreat. His mouth was persistent against her lips, releasing her only when she turned and moved in closer to his skin. With her hand on his face, he wanted to close his eyes — wait it out, see what she did. He was almost fearful of what power she held over him. Fucking emotions. Can’t you get anything right? Either too angry or too soft. Is there ever a middle-ground? “You make me feel…” Her pause alarmed him as he observed her face and how she bit her lip. “Vulnerable. Eager. Eager to be hurt.” Her hands went down over his heart, where it seemed to still pump blood through his body. Her hands had been so cold before — Now they’re perfect. “Willing to be hurt for eternity for a moment of happiness.”
“Death becomes you…” His voice was barely over a wispy breath. He wasn’t entirely sure what he said or what it meant; just a phrase that came to mind. It could mean multiple things in a place like the Murder House. That death literally becomes physical in the people, or in a Shakespearean style of saying something is ‘becoming’ or attractive on a person. “A moment? Why only a moment?” Vulnerable and eager. I know that feeling now. But to hurt? I think so. “Why do you say only a moment? That doesn’t sound very promising to me.” His fingers rested on her elbow, tracing circles absent-mindedly.

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OOC: I haven’t been on the computer all day. I just got on and saw the thing about chatzy. Could someone tell me what was discussed?

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I don't need sunlight, I already shine bright: sinnersdielast: “I need your dick for fucking.“ Riley snickered, his...

timecanthealthesewounds:

“See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Ophelia laughed softly, rolling her eyes. It reminded her of what doctors said after they finished giving a shot. He hid his face in his arm, causing her to raise a brow.“Yeah? Then what else is it? Tell me how I’m valued.” She smiled, curling herself closer against him. “Well..” She trailed off, reaching up to stroke the arm that covered his face. “Let’s see. The way you don’t speak like most douches your age.” She straightened up, mimicking a typical guy. “Bro, yo, dude.” She rolled her eyes, leaning back to look at Riley once again. “The way you tensed up when I first touched you, I thought you were going to throw me across the room. You didn’t seem to have any interest in me, and I liked that. I was half naked and kissing you, and you still didn’t cave in.” She lifted her hand up to his cheek, grazing his lips with her thumb. “Don’t even get me started on your smile—I could go on for days. Every inch of you is valued, sir.” She took his hand, pressing her lips into his palm.

“Eventually. Imagine if this house wasn’t… like this. What if people like you and I were born in separate decades and were meant to be together, but could never be.”Her stomach turned, her skin rising in goosebumps. He mattered more to her than anything, even destroying Tate and Violet. “We’d either have a huge age gap, or never even meet. We could go our entire lives alone. The house saved us from that, didn’t it?” She smiled, reaching over to trail her fingers across his collarbone. “I never thought I’d say this, but thank god for the Murder house, huh?”

She smiled back at him, studying his face. Every time she looked, she felt like she had discovered something new, something she didn’t see before. “More than you’ve ever been? Then you must have had a really shitty life and past twenty years. I’m going to have to work on that! I think you deserve to have the best eternity in this house that anyone could give you.” She shoved him playfully, smirking. “Oh stop. My life was shitty before you, but you’re the best thing that ever happened; that ever will happen.” She leaned in, kissing his forehead. “You deserve the best eternity, too.”

“Well… Let’s see. The way you don’t speak like most douches your age. Bro, yo, dude.” Riley got goosebumps along his arm where her fingers touched. He rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids, where she couldn’t even see it. “Those idiots sound illiterate. That’s why I don’t talk like that. Besides, I’m already enough of a douche as it is. I don’t need to add any womanizing and lustful categories to my list.” “The way you tensed up when I first touched you, I thought you were going to throw me across the room. You didn’t seem to have any interest in me, and I liked that. I was half naked and kissing you, and you still didn’t cave in.” Riley turned out from his arm to face her. Her thumb traced his lips. He smiled, unable to resist her. “I thought I was going to hit you. If you tried anything now, I don’t think I’d be able to resist you.” ”Don’t even get me started on your smile—I could go on for days. Every inch of you is valued, sir.” His smile was lazy and relaxed.

He tilted his head as her fingers swept across his collar, permitting her to go further along his skin. He had never wanted to be touched by someone before, but now he wanted her to never stop. “I never thought I’d say this, but thank god for the Murder house, huh?” He nodded and reached out. His fingers grazed her neck and down the back of her shoulder blade. “I hated this house when we moved here. I think it’s okay now…” He watched as his hand came back and trailed along her arm. “I don’t like the idea of being trapped here. But everything seems brighter when I think of spending my eternity with you.”

“Oh stop. My life was shitty before you, but you’re the best thing that ever happened; that ever will happen.” His eyes unconsciously closed as she leaned forward and kissed his face. Will ever happen. That sounds like a promise. He opened his eyes and looked at her, wishing he could do everything for her. To the moon and back. No, to the sun. To Pluto. To the outskirts of the universe.
“You deserve the best eternity, too.” His lips curled up into a smile. “Thanks…” He shook his head as though clearing his thoughts of rubbish. “You make me feel so weird — not that is’a bad weird… Just—” He sighed, still smiling but with a confused expression now, “You make me think differently. I usually can’t go half an hour in a conversation without fighting or bickering. Maybe I got all that out earlier when I was fighting off smiles.”

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I don't need sunlight, I already shine bright: sinnersdielast: “Oh really? It would be a long,long eternity without...

timecanthealthesewounds:

“Are you trying to make this eternity hell for me? Because I thought I had a chance to be happy, and you keep making me think otherwise now.” She gasped in mock-horror as his eyes rolled back into his head, shoving him playfully. “Oh, shush.” It was amusing to her that she was far more happy dead than she was alive.Before she met Riley; that was all she wanted: to be alive. Now, it didn’t matter; she had found something far more important to her and she wasn’t going to let it go.

She watched Riley as she explained about her rendezvous with Kellum and a firepoker, laughing shyly as he grunted.“Well that’s not very pleasant…” She shrugged, combing the hair out of her face. “Well, he deserved it.” It was the only violent act she ever committed; she didn’t want to do anything like that ever again unless she had to.“You need my dick for fucking. Just say it and get it over with.” She laughed at him, groaning. “I need yourdick forfucking.“ She said flatly, rolling her eyes. “It’s much more than that, you know.”

“I’d honestly like to think I’d notice you. I’ve always been so oblivious to things around me. I don’t think I ever really noticed a girl unless something else was going on. I’m sure once I did, however, that I would have fallen for you.” She smiled softly, pressing her lips gently against his shoulder before speaking once again. “I hope so. I think no matter what, we’d end up together eventually.”

“N—no, you’re fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I don’t think I really knew before. But I do now. I don’t think you realize how happy you just made me.” She grinned at his reaction, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. “I love you.” She repeated now, more confident than before. “And you have made me happy, too. More than I have ever been.”

“I need your dick for fucking.“ Riley snickered, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled.”See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” “It’s much more than that, you know.” He nestled his head further into the crook of his elbow. He turned his nose in towards his arm and buried his face, hiding. His voice came out muffled. “Yeah? Then what else is it? Tell me how I’m valued.” His eyes were closed and his breathed slowly, his chest rising and falling. He still hid his face as he waited for her response.

“I hope so. I think no matter what, we’d end up together eventually.” Riley smiled when her lips pressed against his skin. His skin continued to have tingling sensations when she touched him. It wasn’t as strong now that the lust had passed through him, but it was there reminding him of what she made him feel. Not only physically — but mentally and possibly spiritually. “Eventually. Imagine if this house wasn’t… like this. What if people like you and I were born in separate decades and were meant to be together, but could never be.” He was more serious now, his mind wandering in different directions. “We’d either have a huge age gap, or never even meet. We could go our entire lives alone. The house saved us from that, didn’t it?”

Riley kissed Ophelia back, brushing his finger tips through her hair. “I love you.” His eyes were still closed from the kiss when she spoke. He loved the tone in her voice — the sincerity in it. “And you have made me happy, too. More than I have ever been.” He opened his eyes and watched her. He felt content just to be with her. “More than you’ve ever been? Then you must have had a really shitty life and past twenty years. I’m going to have to work on that!” He chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek just next to her lips. “I think you deserve to have the best eternity in this house that anyone could give you.”