#dm.intro

[victohriest-blog]

     *    ╰     ♡ ◞    ⋅      ›           𝐇𝐈  !      𝐈’𝐋𝐋  𝐁𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄  !      𝐈’𝐋𝐋  𝐁𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐆 - 𝐔 - 𝐈 - 𝐃 - 𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  .                    i’m  the  b - to - the - double - e - j - f - u   &   jesus ,  i  can’t  spell  .        nah ,  just  kidding  .      i’m  loey   &   i’m  the  taylor  s.wift  year  aka  twenty - two  .      this  here  is     maisie  granger     aka  one  of  my  new  babies  that  i’m  fully  fleshing  out  which  means  things  may  change  as  i      completely  figure      out  her  personality  .      i’ve  a  good  grasp  thus  far  so  i’m  fairly  certain  that  it  won’t  change  but  that  can  be  up  for  discussion  .      i’m  always  up  to  plotting  so  please    HIT  ME  UP    or    LIKE  THIS  POST  .      so ,  don’t  be  freaked ,  stay  in  your  seats        (  i  do  this  bullshit  like  eight  times  a  week  )  ,   so  just  relax ,  you’ll  be  fine  !      drink  your  fifty - dollar  wine    &    take  a  breath  !          𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐀  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇  .          —      trigger  warning   :   death ,  shitty  parents  yo

╰ ��✧ (  MADELAINE  PETSCH ,  CISFEMALE ,  TWENTY - TWO ,  SHE / HER  ) : —    ❝  here  comes          maisie  granger          to  help  guide  the  tour  !      they’ve  lived  in  deadmore  for     nineteen  years       &    don’t  know  that  the  myth  is  true .      besides  helping  guide  you  all  today ,  they  are  also  a  librarian  at  the  public  library  !      they’re  known  around  town  for  being  gregarious ,  helpful ,  curt ,    &    suspicious  .      they’re  said  to  give  off  a  smell  of  new  books ,  a  red  lipstick  kiss  remaining  on  the  cheek  after  a  kiss ,  the  faint  glow  of  a  laptop  screen  coming  from  under  a  door ,  dancing  around  in  underwear  vibe  .      some  people  suspect  that  they're  hiding  that     her  older  brother  was  sacrificed    &    her  parents  are  covering  it  up  .      hopefully  the  town    &    tourists  don’t  find  out  !   ❞

okay  so  .      maisie  is  actually  a  twin    &    i’m  telling  you  this  now    …    her  siblings  are    VERY  MUCH  A  WANTED  CONNECTION  .      i’ll  officially  send  in  those  connections  apps  soon  .      her  twins’  name  is  marcus        (  but  that  can  be  changed  if  a  person   picks  him  up  )        &    they  definitely  have  that  twin  connection  aka  they  are  very  close ,  they  talk  everyday ,    &    rely  on  each  other  for  mostly  everything  .

now  onto  the  family  background  which  will  help  you  understand  the  reason  for  her  secret   /   rumor  .

thomas  granger        (  father ,  aged  51  )        &    mary - ann  granger      nee  schaffer        (  mother ,  aged  51  )        were  high - school  sweethearts    &    moved  away  from  deadmore  right  after  graduating  to  go  to  college  in  charleston ,  south  carolina

there  they  had  all  four  children

alexander    “ alex ”    granger  .        (  age  30  )        who  moved  away  after  benjamin  mysteriously  disappeared  .     this  happened  when  alex  was  twenty  years  old

benjamin    “ benjy ”    granger  .        (  deceased  at  age  17 ,  would  have  been  27  )        marcus    &    maisie  don’t  know  the  real  reason  as  to  why  benjamin  is  gone ,  they  think  that  he  went  to  military  boarding  school  because  he  wanted  to  become  a  marine

marcus    “  marc  ”    granger    .        (  age  22 ,  twin  to  maisie  )        marcus  is  older  than  maisie  by  eight  minutes    &    likes  to  rub  it  in  her  face  when  she  gets  a  bit  controlling  with  her  brothers

maisie    “  maiz  ”    granger  .        (  age  22 ,  twin  to  marcus  )        maisie  is  the  youngest    &    only  girl    &    it  shows

they  all  moved  back  to  deadmore  when   the  twins  were  three  years  old  with  alex  being  eleven    &    benjy  being  eight

thomas    &    mary - ann  always  wanted  the  perfect  family  .      the  white  picket  fence ,  the  good  church  going  children ,  the  perfect  suburban  dream

that  partly  was  disrupted  by benjy  .      benjy  was  always  a  bit  more  reckless    &    one  to  not  follow  all  the  rules  .      he  caused  a  lot  of  stress  upon  his  parents    &    they  decided  that  they  would  take  matters  into  their  own  hand

a  pretty  shitty  thing  to  do  but  when  you’ve  got  a  reputation  that  you  want  to  uphold  then  you  have  to  do  what  you  must

what  finally  threw  them  over  the  edge  of  finally  deciding  enough  was  enough  was  when  benjy  was  caught  underage  drinking  with  the  case  of  beer  he  stole  from  the  gas  station  .        (  benjamin  actually  wasn’t  the  one  who  stole  the  case  of  beer ,  he  was  just  at  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time  which  is  usually  how  it  went  for  him  )

benjamin  went    “ off  to  boarding  school ”    when  the  twins  were  twelve    &    they  played  right  into  the  story  their  parents  made  up  without  any  questions

it  got  so  bad  that  thomas  would  even  write  letters  to  the  twins  when  they  were  younger    &    as  they  grew ,  mary - ann  would  get  post  cards  from  different  states    &    pretend  that  they  came  from  benjy

as  the  twins  grew ,  the  letters    &    post  cards  got  few    &    far  in  between  to  the  point  where  they  stopped  all  together  which  didn’t  bother  the  twins

as  maisie  grew  up ,  she  was  slightly  spoiled  due  to  the  fact  that  she  was  the  youngest    &    only  girl

she’s  sometimes  too  smart  for  her  own  good    &    always  like  to  be  known  for  that  .      she  loves  being  on  the  top  of  everything    &    holds  herself  to  a  high  standard

also  a  bit  of  a  talker    &    will  definitely  talk  anyone’s  ear  off  if  she  gets  a  chance      ---      don’t  let  her  get  a  chance

she’s  a      natural  born  leader      so  don’t  try  to  challenge  her  because  growing  up  with  three  brothers ,  she’s  learned  a  few  tricks  along  with  a  wicked  right  hook

maisie  is      tenderhearted      though ,  you  just  have  to  get  to  that  side  of  her  .      a  quick  way  is  to  walk  about  her  cats ,  she  loves  them    &    will  show  them  off  to  anyone

she’s  very  much  in  the  dark  about  the  monster    &    thinks  that  anything  dealing  with  that  is  all  just  children’s  stories

completely      blindsided    &    manipulated  by  her  parents      into  thinking  that  everything’s  fine    &    that  they’re  these  wonderful  parents

she  works  at  the      local  library      as  she’s  currently  working  on  getting  her  masters  in  psychology

[appariitions]

╰ °✧ ( ALEX FITZALAN, TWENTY-THREE, HE/HIM ) : — ❝ HERE COMES fin crowe TO HELP GUIDE THE TOUR !  THEY’VE LIVED IN DEADMORE FOR one and a half  YEARS AND don’t KNOW THAT THE MYTH IS TRUE. BESIDES HELPING GUIDE YOU ALL TODAY, THEY ARE ALSO AN office assistant  AT crowe apartments  !  THEY’RE KNOWN AROUND TOWN FOR BEING relaxed, indulgent, addictive, and oblivious.THEY’RE SAID TO GIVE OFF A chicken scratch on loose notebook paper, emptied liquor bottles littering the floor, heavy-lidded eyes, & goodbyes playing on repeat VIBE. SOME PEOPLE SUSPECT THAT THEY'RE HIDING that he was disowned by his parents and forced to stay with his estranged uncle. HOPEFULLY THE TOWN AND TOURISTS DON’T FIND OUT ! ❞ — PENNED BY ( DEW, SHE/HER, 25, EST )

**ALCOHOL, ADDICTION TW

prior to moving to deadmore, fin was living in new york with his parents. he had been here once before, but when he was younger and only for a week.

fin had always been deemed as “trouble” since a young age. his grades had never been great, he rejected the preppy aesthetics of the community, and then eventually, as he got older, he drank.

alcohol became an escape. when he was buzzed, the judgmental stares and critical comments disappeared. he could just be.

but it became a crutch and he became too quick to reach for a bottle.

he’d had his problems in the past: detention, then suspension, but wrecking his father’s car had been the tipping point. his parents, who already struggled with their “problem child” had had enough.

“i just can’t do this anymore.” that’s what his mother said to him when she dropped him off at the airport, shipped off to live with his uncle. fin wouldn’t help but notice the lack of “i love you.”

when he landed in deadmore, fin left his parents behind. if and when anyone asked, he didn’t have parents. they were dead. which... in a sense they were.

now, in terms of family, all he has is his uncle atticus. they aren’t close by any means, and there are times when his uncle even gives him the creeps, but he’s all fin’s got.

part of the deal in moving down there was to help out his uncle while he finishes up college at the local community college. a few failed classes had kept him from graduating, so he still has another year to go.

fin works through his problems and thoughts by writing. nothing that he has ever shared. it’s mostly scribbles on loose paper or even napkins. whatever happens to be convenient at the time. they collect in two places: his backpack or his dresser drawer.

i can’t think of anything else atm bc i suck

also connection wise i’m open! please tell me what you’re thinking.

a few ideas: fellow college student, drinking buddy, fling/ex-fling, neighbor, “friend” from when he visited as a kid (probably didn’t stay in touch)

[girlrottn]

the 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐶𝑇 night for a 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖞 ──

╰ °✧ ( MARGARET QUALLEY, CIS WOMAN, TWENTY-THREE, SHE/HER ) : — ❝ here comes ECHO CLEMONS to help guide the tour !  they’ve lived in deadmore for twenty-three years and do know that the myth is true. besides helping guide you all today, they are also a knife thrower at the deadmore grand carnival  !  they’re known around town for being adventurous, courageous, foolhardy, and impulsive. they’re said to give off  the sound of roller skates against pavement, curious glances, unmade beds, and autumn leaves stained with blood vibe. some people suspect that they're hiding that they recently joined the cult worshipping the deadmore monster. hopefully the town and tourists don’t find out ! ❞

howdy !! i’m spence, ur local weirdo with unhealthy obsessions w southern gothic shit & vampires !! i’m here to introduce you to my crazy baby echo uwu even tho she’s a little bit evil and a lot a bit weird, she’s not shy at all so feel free to hmu with any and all connection ideas you may have !!! i’m also in the process of getting a wc page set up for her so i’ll make a post linking it when i do !!!

TRIGGER WARNINGS for very brief mentions of death, violence, stabbing below the cut

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒: a rose by any other name would still have thorns.

full name: isabel lynn clemons nickname(s): echo, izzy to family only age: twenty-three date of birth: march 21 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her orientation: pansexual panromantic religion: raised southern baptist, currently a member of a cult worshipping the deadmore monster occupation: 1/2 of a knife throwing duo at the deadmore carnival / circus, occasionally picks up gigs in the deadmore cabaret at right hand casino in the off season

character & aesthetic inspiration from: rose summerspring ( bad times at the el royale ), donald ray pollock’s ‘ the devil all the time ’, gillian flynn’s ‘ sharp objects ’, every kaleo song asdvadf

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓: resurrection is natural to beautiful things; a flower dies in autumn to be reborn in spring.

        isabel clemons was born on the first day of spring in deadmore, georgia. her dad’s side of the family, the clemons’, were an old money family, with roots laid down in deadmore just about as far back as it was founded. and he was expected to keep it that way ─ stay in the town, start a family, continue the tradition that his ancestors started generations back. which is why when he and isabel’s mother, a mississippi woman with strawberry blonde hair and a scowl that could knock a hog dead, had trouble conceiving for a number of years, he was terrified he would disappoint his family. but time, perseverance, and a healthy amount of prayer must have done the trick, because after four years of trying, they finally saw that little blue plus.          little isabel was a miracle, it seemed, so she was treated as such. from the time she could toddle, she was handed everything she could ever want. but along with being spoiled, as her parent’s only child, a lot was expected of the girl from a young age. she began ballet when she was four, violin when she was six, always made it to the finals in every spelling be, and only received one b in her entire school career. she had a strict curfew, wasn’t allowed to date, and her parents carefully cherry-picked each of her friends. well mannered, soft voiced, legs crossed, chin down, ladylike. she never lived the life of a teenage girl; instead she existed as some unreachable ideal ─ something to be bragged about, doted on, and appreciated from afar. it was only a matter of time until she snapped.          when fall of her senior year in high school rolled around, isabel made the first decision she had ever made without her parents’ expectations in mind. after months of silent contemplation, she decided to forgo sending in college applications. of course, she didn’t tell her parents about it until they confronted her, asking about the lack of letters they had been receiving in the mail and wondering if she was hiding the results. she explained to them what she had done, and that she didn’t want to go to university at all, and unsurprisingly it resulted in an enormous fight. for most eighteen-year-olds yet to finish their senior year in high school, being disowned and kicked out by their parents would be a tragedy, but for isabel it was liberating.         she went wild, embraced her newfound freedom. she was reckless, and did things without thought for the first time in her life, even changed her name to something she thought sounded more fun. it didn’t take long for her to lose her grip on reality, to become a hedonist who thrived on adrenaline. maybe that’s why it was so easy for her to say yes when the deadmore grand carnival’s knife thrower ( i may end up putting a wc up for this character so hmu if ur interested !! ) needed a new target girl. she giggled in the face of death in a way that only an unhinged teenage girl could. and she never stopped.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓: the rose discovers she is an instrument of war

        in the years since echo impulsively took on the role of target girl in the carnival’s knife throwing act, she has picked up the skill herself ( her dedication seems to be one of her more redeeming qualities these days ), and the two performers know act as one another’s targets throughout their set. and given her volatile and impulsive nature, it wasn’t difficult for her to be drawn to the cult living in deadmore’s underbelly. she’s always had morbid fascinations, especially about the hushed whispers of the monster that the townspeople keep satiated. inevitably, those fascinations along with her inclination for the grotesque have led her straight to the cult, which she has promptly devoted herself to entirely despite the short time that she’s even known about it. 

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: i want to kiss a god or two on the mouth.

echo is usually pretty nice upon first glance ; she grew up being pressed hard to be well mannered, and it isn’t something that immediately dissipated as she grew out of the persona her parents had made of her. 

beneath the surface, though, she can be snide and she loves messing with people for no good reason. no joke. like, fucks with tourists and tries to scare them all the time, tells them she’s a vampire or a ghost or something and pulls a whole rouse just because she thinks messing with people is funny. 

also has a nasty habit of spreading gossip.

an enormous flirt. she never really did it before, because she wasn’t allowed to date so she just tried to steer clear, and now she’s making up for lost time. *mushu voice* she’ll flirt with you, she’ll flirt with your cow, she’ll flirt with your whole family

undying interest in things she was sheltered from as a kid, most notably chaos, violence, and anything grotesque. eats the shit up. straight up you could stab her hand or some shit and after she got over the pain, she’d just stare at it in fascination. not really averse to death, a late bloomer when it comes to the idea of mortality, doesn’t really subscribe to it. enormous god complex.

all that said, she’s pretty easily manipulated a lot of times, largely because of that same sheltered upbringing. she’s seen a lot more in the past couple of years than most can handle, treating everything like it doesn’t matter and life is just a dream-state she’s stuck in helps, but it also means it’s not hard to get her to go along with what other people want (as long as some kind of benefit for her, no matter how trivial, is presented). pair that with some wild impulsivity and nonchalance about danger and death and you’ve got a fun combo baybee

i’m gonna stop there because i’ve already written waaaayy too much... if you read this whole thing u truly are my hero wow... but that’s my baby !! catch her roller skating around deadmore being nosy in everyone’s business. call her isabel and she’ll slap u ! feel free to come scream at me if u wanna do things with her, thanks for coming to my ted scream goodnight

[ionlanthes]

WANRING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING : murder, cult, abuse, miscarriage.

╰ °✧ ( NINA DOBREV, FEMALE, 27, SHE/HER ) : — ❝ here comes stacy montague to help guide the tour !  they’ve lived in deadmore for all her life and do know that the myth is true. besides helping guide you all today, they are also a volunteer/veterinarian at new leash animal rescue !  they’re known around town for being adroit, compassionate, secretive, and reticent. they’re said to give off shadows unearthed beneath troubled eyes, a collapsed bottle of wine running the tiles red, golden cross dangling from a delicate chain resting at the heart, glasses perched at the tip of her nose vibe. some people suspect that she’s covering up the truth about the dead of her parents and twin-brother. hopefully the town and tourists don’t find out ! ❞ — penned by ( artemis, she/her, 24, cet )

daddy dearest with his wicked mind. mommy darling how could you be so BLIND. with great power comes great responsibility, yet neither understood the consequence of forcing heaven and hell upon the M I G H T Y. greed and power planted the seed of destruction. humanity fading, soul corrupted, creating the hollow shell of a meat suit.once your mind was set, the DARKNESS tainted your goals. while they bowed in your honor of the mighty lord above, they never understood they prayed for a false god, S A T A N himself.

crimson stained the sheets, month after month. offers brought, sacred grounds tarnished, experiments done. moving HEAVEN and H E L L in the wake of our birth. one born in the brightest light, one born in the darkest shadows. greatness was bestowed upon them. their existence UNIQUE to mankind brought followers from far away lands.blessed by the gods, tainted by the devil. twisted views, contorted upbringing. stacy lovely you never knew.

mommy taught you KINDNESS, true compassion for the human kind. daddy C O R R U P T E D him, created evil without any bounds. the greater the leader, so high on his pedestal, how bigger the fall from grace once the truth came out. his primal nature, ROTTEN and polluted, created the spark that lighted the F I R E. the eery smell of human flesh melting at the bones this haunts her. he did it all for you. he did it all in the name of the LORD. how could a kind god be as cruel as he.

once you doubted your faith, you unraveled the TRUTH. ran away a thousand miles to get away. the harder you ran, the easier it became to cope. but even your nightmares felt like reality. a new life given by time got you started. it turned all the tides. but hush baby do you hear the whispers in the wind? he will come for you and this time you can’t hide away.

EXPLANATION:

stacy is the experimental child of cult leaders who worshiped the deadmore monster. she was born as a twins together with her brother. stacy was mostly brought up by her mother who was a golden hearted woman who was highly religious and didn’t knew of the experiments her husband performed of her unborn children. she had several miscarriages before she gave birth to the twins. it is one of the reasons she was blinded from the truth. her brother was raised by their cruel and wicked father. at a young age he was confronted with a hard and cruel world and was forced to do the biding of his father. in the process he got beaten and abused whenever he didn’t listen nor did the biding of his father.

while both raised to worship the deadmore beast and most of all their father, the twin were used for more sinister purposes. they were the children to reunite the members and bind them to the cult forever. while stacy was kept in the dark about the truth, she lived her life in the image of pure goodness. she was the child that was more concerned with the well being of others over own, who always helped out voluntarily and did good for her family as well as the town. she organized fundraisers, read to the elderly and was nothing but a saint to say the least. yet in the shadow of her kindness stood her brother who could never live up to the goodness that was his sister. in his eyes she was an angel that walked the earth and no one was ever going to be worthy of her

during the begin of their twenties, her brother figured out the truth about their father, the cult and the offerings to the deadmore beast. in order to safe his sister from the evil that was called their parents, he murdered his parents, make it appear like a house fire. while the house was on fire, he came to pick up stacy to make her see what he did for her. he wanted her to know he was the one that ‘saved’ stacy from a worse faith. 

stacy was incapable of doing anything and was at last confronted with the cruel truth about their existence and the wicked world they had been living in. little did stacy and her brother know that their family had been watched by the cops for the last several years. it was the undercover agent that saved her from her brother. to keep stacy’s reputation from any harm, he brought her brother to the asylum where he has been kept away deep down in the dungeons, away from her and the town for years now. 

stacy kept the secret for the rest of her life, not having a single desire to be confronted with the truth. she still suffers under the truth but still decides to do good for the town. she mostly is found volunteering and helping the town out. unfortunately, stacy doesn’t know her brother escaped the asylum a few months ago and is plotting for his return.

[appariitions]

╰ °✧ ( PAUL WESLEY, CISMALE, THIRTY-THREE, HE/HIM ) : — ❝ here comes crawford barrow to help guide the tour !  they’ve lived in deadmore for thirteen years and do know that the myth is true. besides helping guide you all today, they are also a stagehand  at deadmore grand carnival  !  they’re known around town for being industrious, hardy, self-preserving, and irritable. they’re said to give off a calloused palms, a knife hidden under the bedroom pillow, a battered pickup truck on its last leg, & a warning glare of ‘keep your distance’. some people suspect that they're hiding that they let their childhood best friends die in his place. hopefully the town and tourists don’t find out ! ❞ — penned by ( dew, she/her, 25, est )

**DEATH TW

thirteen years ago crawford and his two childhood best friends, grady and mercy lynn, were going on an impromptu roadtrip during their college spring break. a luck would have it, their car broke down. the closest town? deadmore.

the trio stayed at the devil’s backbone for the night. crawford’s friends opted to stay in that night, but he wanted to explore. and on his self-guided tour of the town, he ran into a local. who said they could show crawford the real deadmore.

they were true to their word. after a few stops around town, they led them to overgrove park. that’s where he came face to face with the truth.

sparing the details, crawford was nearly sacrificed. he begged for his life. and when that didn’t work, he offered up someone else’s. because why choose him, just one tourist, when they could have two? 

the local must have seen something in crawford, because they agreed.

crawford chose to stay in town. after the decision he made that night, it felt like there was no turning back. he couldn’t sit in class and see the empty seat. or go home and see the tears in they eyes of their mothers. the memories were too difficult.

the memories keep him up most nights. he used to spend a lot of time tossing and turning. now he usually just goes for walks.

works as a stagehand for the carnival. so he helps set up booths and does some of the behind the scenes “magic” at the circus. kind of an every man with no grand expertise, just basic knowledge across the board.

he drives a pickup truck that should have died a long time ago but is somehow still running. it stalls, locks him out, and makes concerning noises but he won’t get rid of it. it was grady’s.

his participation in the sacrifices can be summed up as “as long as it’s not me.”

there’s more, i just suck rn.

come at me.