#thesmileclown

[cortezxlaundry-blog]

@thesmileclown

“Oh dear, your wound is staining your sheets. Do not worry my dear, I can clean that good as new if you like.”

[horrorstorytm-inactive-blog]

––– ––  ‘ YOU   SHOULD  REALLY  CLEAN  THIS  PLACE  UP  ,  ’  pulling  a  filthy  cloth  from  a  broken  down  chair  that  resides  in  Twisty’s  disgusting  bus  .  It’s  delicately  thrown  across  the  floor  ,  nose  scrunched  slightly  against  a  mysterious  stench  .  ‘  Perhaps  then  people  might  not want  to  run  away  quite  so  quickly  .  What  do  you  think  ?  ’  @thesmileclown

[look-we-are-trying-ok]

Too Early

@thesmileclown

Continued from here

Nothing like a good breakfast to calm the nerves. At least, that’s what Lydia told herself. As much as cooking did calm her down, the sound of her tired Sammy lumbering into the room did even more than good food ever could. “Mornin’ darlin’.” She hummed, flipping a piece of bacon, leaning into Sammy a little to avoid the spray of hot grease. Though the redhead smiled at the kiss, the question was one she didn’t want to think about too much. “Just a nightmare, couldn’t get back to sleep.” She flipped another piece of bacon, barely flinching this time when a large drop of grease landed on her skin. “Nothin’ to worry about.”

[brokenragdoll]

✋

non-verbal prompts || accepting! - @thesmileclown.

his touch woke her from the dreamlike state she was in. it made sally jump, spill some ash onto the already filthy, drenched in blood skirt of her dress; and the addict got angry, pissed out of her mind, but only for a split second before she swiveled on the bar stool to face the one responsible for the mess she had made. and it was him, with a smile on his face and happy to see her ... no one was ever happy to see her, the junkie with the ragged fishnets and smudged mascara that haunted the hotel cortez.

and she fucking loved him for it.

❝ well, hello. ❞ voice barely louder than a smooth whisper ( thicker than usual, a smirk plastered on her dolled up face ), sally wrapped her lips around the lipstick-stained cigarette between her fingers before reaching out to take his hand. bigger than hers, both soft and rough at the same time … and she squeezed it, praying to god he wouldn’t leave again. ❝ do i know you, mister man?❞

[awfulheart]

🔥

for every 🔥 i get, i’ll tell something distinctive about the way my character has sex.

Beelz is big on inflicting pain and receiving pain during sex.  Give her a good choke and well placed pinch and twist, or get choked.  Either is good.  Both is good.

[recklessdevotion]

❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜

        “Sam,” Donovan started, the sadness evident in his voice. “You’re not a monster... if anyone’s a monster, it’s me.”

[nctfree]

@thesmileclown | cont.

          “ R e a l l y ? ” sparked intrigued mixed with amusement, he’ll cough out a tickled laugh. “ You’re always telling me I have a big mouth. Suddenly it’s too small to take a good dick? --- Assuming you’ve got a good dick. ” Like you don’t know. With a shrug, the junkie plops ass down on top of the mattress ( in Sam’s bedroom ). Legs spread, hands plant themselves to steady between them, almost frog like with legs dangling.

         “ Do you want me to suck your dick? ” he muses through a pout, tilted head and all.

[twistyfan]

My Tumblr Crushes:

@ofknivesandflames (MOM! MOM! You’re finally my top crush, MOM! ~i do hope you’re really sleeping, okay?!)

@nannydearest

@clownaversion

@frankie-gaines

@thesmileclown

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horrorstorygifs

@rosedgoth

@requiemsrepertoire

[highnoonhustler]

@thesmileclown didn’t ask for this

         Andy smiles to himself as he knocks on the door where Sam lives, a small boquet of roses in his hand. It’s been a little while since he’s seen him, and truthfully, he just wants to check on him and make sure he’s alright. He waits for the other to open the door and gives him a wide smile, “Hello, stranger,” he says, offering the roses to Sam. “How ya been?”

[darlingdew]

@thesmileclown || liked for a starter

Ambient CARNIVAL THEMED music played overhead, but its cheerful tune did nothing to calm the young girls mind. She was LOST - no other word for it. The twists and turns she had taken simply brought her deeper into the carnival’s belly and her head swiveled upon her shoulders, bright eyes searching for a way out. And then she heard a NOISE, above the music, and one that caused her even greater unrest then the tune ITSELF had. Footsteps. Tamara freezes in her spot and slowly looks around, eyes narrowed in concentration. ❝HELLO?❞

[look-we-are-trying-ok]

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

She gasped, knuckles turning white as she gripped the bedsheets. Perhaps it was a little bit predictable, but goddamn did he know her body and how it worked. 

Lydia bucked her hips up against him and let out a low wine. 

“Sammy.“ She moaned, so close to coming.

[brokenragdoll]

Sam rolled over, wrapping one arm around Sally's waste and pulling her close. Placing a few light kisses down her neck, the man sighed contentedly. "I think..." He said with a yawn, the morning light only just barely peeking into their room. "That it must be someone's birthday. So what d'ya want to do, birthday girl? I got you some new toys to play with."

birthday mischief || accepting! - @thesmileclown.

the feeling of lips sliding down her neck suddenly brought sally back to life, and she stirred and sighed, almost dreamily through her mouth and pressed a loving kiss to sam’s forehead. ❝ why am i not even a little bit surprised, baby. ❞ whether he was talking about a human doll or something else, entirely different, the addict didn’t give a damn. a toy was a toy, a birthday was a birthday, and she began pulling on the man’s cotton shirt to silently —and urgently— force him out of his morning slumber. ❝ show me. i wanna see my present. ❞

[awfulheart]

Ѡ

Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

Sitting up, she reached for her phone and rubbed the sleep out of one eye.  What she saw jolted her awake.  A witty reply took too long to find, so she just typed in the first reply she could think of.

[text]  Did get a selfie stick to get that angle?

[text] this is the best butt shot I’ve gotten in months.

[recklessdevotion]

@thesmileclown gets a little surprise starter

         “Sam?” Donovan called, coming off the elevator. He was certain he’d spotted him in the lobby from up above. “Sam? You around?”

[nctfree]

Who do you get along best with in the Hotel? Even if it's just the person you tolerate most. Why do you get along?

Ask my Muse questions about their relationships with other Muses that I RP with. Anon or not.

          There’s a hateful glare in his eyes at such a question. He doesn’t like anyone at the hotel – because nobody cares about him. At best, he’s ignored, a nobody, nothing — another washed up junkie to step over. At worst? If he thinks about such vile and torturous treatment, he runs the risk of catatonia or an emotional breakdown. It makes him wish he could break into one of the rooms and steal someone’s stash.

“ I dunno. Is nobody an option? ” it’s a lie, he can think of one resident that ( for some odd reason ) tolerates him despite the bullshit he pulls to keep a safe space to himself. “ I  m e a n … there’s one of the guy’s that lives here – Sam – He’s kind of alright. Calls me by my name, so there’s that. ”

[killer-boredom]

Things said to @thesmileclown: "Thank you for gently lubing my face."