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It may or may not have completely slipped my mind to mention I’m more active over at @mspopular rn

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Did you know a young boy DROWNED the year before those two others were killed? The counselors weren’t paying any attention… They were making love while that young boy drowned. His name was JASON. I was working the day that it HAPPENED. Preparing meals… here. I was the cook. Jason should’ve been watched. Every minute. He was… he wasn’t a very good swimmer.     /      WRITTEN   BY   MIKA !! 

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Catherine @ the male killers: Wow, what assholes. Not valid.

Catherine @ the female killers: *through tears* i l uv u soi much.. yoou;re so vaolid..... it; s so TRAGIC what you;;;ve go neo through............

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I wanna... make a has/sha/ku-sa/ma... she’s so neat...

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             ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｓ

                                                                        ｆｉｎｅ

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@leadmeto from here.

 She eyes him, unblinking, lips formed into a tight line for a small moment, doubting. That cough sounded harsh, almost painful. It reminds her of how that black ooze would tear at her throat whenever He was lingering, but she was sure she was just projecting that part. Not knowing the man well enough to pester him further, she gives light nod of her head and returns his smile with a soft one of her own.

 ❝ Alright, if you say so. Just don’t be getting sick on me, okay? ❞ She chuckles, hands rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. The public bus rocks a bit roughly from a stray pothole, provoking a wince out of her, though it did wake her up more than her hands ever could. The sun was still high in the sky, but she hasn’t slept right in at least two days now. The sudden sight of what she thought looked like a tall figure among the trees in the distance made her give the window at her side a double-take, but since it ceased to be when she looked a second time, she could only hope it was a product of her tired brain.

 She clears her throat and extends a hand to the man in the seat beside her.

  ❝ Catherine. ❞

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Picher, Oklahoma

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stuckdownthis-rabbithole:

Alex flinched as she hit the ground, lowering his arms and staring at her in concern. He was a naturally skittish person, and his first response was to take this chance to run. But as he felt the urge to do so, he heard the door click open behind him, and froze entirely.

When the light came back on, Alex was on the ground, covering his face. It didn’t seem like he had been hurt at all- just fell over from shock- and he peered through his fingers nervously. The woman in the white mask was still there and he shoved himself back, trying to put a few more feet between them.

“Did you do that?” he asked, then glanced around, noticing that the rooms beyond had been altered. His shoulders slumped, face falling in time with them. Evidently, he was familiar with the entity, as it seemed to quickly click in his mind what had happened. “Or… did he do that?…”

 After the first few seconds of her brain fully registering his question, Catherine could only respond in a weak, sputtering cough. Since His departure, her strength was returning to her and her cough was ebbing away, though she still felt a burning in her throat and an ache in her bones. Slowly but surely, she got some of her bearings and raised her head up to look her new ‘ friend ’ in the eye.

 ❝ I... I’m pretty sure he... did that. ❞

 With a soft groan she picks herself off the floor, now sitting on her legs. Her vision was spinning, and she judges by the blur in the corner of her eye that a migraine was going to be upon her soon enough, but at least she nor he were ( at least not seriously ) harmed. With unsteady hands she pulls her hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear, wipes her mouth with the back of one hand, and brings both hands down to the floor in an effort to pick herself up, despite her wobbling knees.

 She stares at the black substance on the back of her hand and the trail she left from the bathroom and sighs.  ❝... Ssssorry about that. I’ll... I’ll clean that up... Are... youuuu okay...? ❞

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You cannot break the broken.

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asynjja:

❛ &. ┊ It is not fear that has her hesitate but the mere strangeness of ghostly figure’s offering; hundreds of years back she would receive gifts from those who, having seen her war-painted face appear on the same battlegrounds throughout their entire lives, feared being cursed by the gods, followed by ghosts. Nowadays the presents she received were largely from men hoping the share the same bed; few hours of warmth in the arms of a pretty lady – it didn’t quite appear like SHE was after the same goal.

Few steps were taken forward, dainty hands reaching out to wrap even thinner fingers round the doll in somewhat high expectations – a spell perhaps, a curse even – but when held at eye level, the only event occurring was the brightening of her own smile. “ She’s beautiful. “ A compliment, though not a rarity in itself it certainly was meant. Nevertheless —

                                              A feeling in her stomach, in her chest,                                                                    her bones; “ A charm, isn’t it? “

( One would not have to spend hundreds of years studying dark magick to know; it either was a charm for protection – or a weapon. An answer to the question wasn’t truly needed. )

Hands occupied themselves with the seal of a necklace worn underneath her clothes, all the while the doll balanced in her arms; a coin, though it had lost all its brillance over the time, would appear then from under layers of black fabric & be offered back in the samefriendly manner.

                      ( The doll she doesn’t plan on keeping;                                    call it a guarantee for getting back what’s hers. )

❛ &. ┊                                               “ It’s a memory of HOME. “

 Her hand finds her wrist, rubbing it lightly, this time truly fidgeting.

 ❝ Thank you... I made her myself. And... yes, she is a charm. ❞ She laughs, just a tad awkwardly.  ❝ She’s a lucky charm of sorts. She helps keep... bad energies away. ❞

 She accepts the other woman’s coin, feeling more embarrassed than suspicious at this point. Catherine wasn’t quite yet convinced that the other wasn’t something more, but at least now she ( seemingly, at least ) had confirmation that she didn’t have a malicious agenda. She looks over her gift coin, marveling its age, and smiles politely.

  ❝ If you’re sure, then... Thanks. I’m Catherine, by the way. Do you come here often...? ❞

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                           i’m s o r r y – !!

i’m so sorry i c o u l d n ’ t protect [ y o u ] – !!

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this is the space you enter when traveling through dimensions

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Guess who went through with it! Lots of things like her perks and the ending of her backstory have been changed! Might be worth reading! I may in fact have to drop some threads unless my partners are fine with going on as if she’s been like this the whole time!

May or may not find a non-illustrated faceclaim if ever come across one that I feel suits her! If you’re turned off by any of this you’re free to unfollow + soft block!

I KNOW I said this last time but HOPEFULLY this will be her last big change!

ANYWHO I’m probably about to be really annoying and change this girl’s fc AGAIN and maybe some of her backstory! I’ve been having a substantially low amount of muse for quite a while and I think I know the problem: I’m having trouble relating to her.

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i need help.

hi there, my name is chichi, and ive never had to do one of these before and so i dont know what im supposed to say besides tell you all what my situation is. and its pretty much this:  i need help. me, my sister, my mother, and our two dogs need immediate help. my mothers boyfriend, ex boyfriend now, has yesterday morning ( i say yesterday because it is currently 1:35 am as i type this ) shown his true colors as a violent racist. me and my family are black, clearly obvious by the dark and medium colors of our skin tone. we are not white passing. he has attacked us nonstop since yesterday morning after my mother brought him home from taking him to a doctors appointment and he began letting loose the n* slur ( nigger ) with an extremely hard r. hes called us stupid and idiotic and bitches and other things out our name when we’ve been nothing but nice and kind to him. he’s even used a southern accent tone purposefully during these attacks. he’s just recently come home about an hour or so ago, and began antagonizing us again, but this time we all feel the threat of our lives. he came in, repeating phrase “ i have a surprise i brought a surprise do you wanna come see what it is ? “ and based on the tone and how aggressively and persistently he keeps saying it, we all have the right and fear based instinct to believe its a gun or a weapon of some sort. has even said “ your kind “ to our faces as if we werent even human. and he’s blaming his attacks on us on the fact he has supposed medical issues and the pain and the side effects of his medicine make him this way, but even so, such things such as his blatant racism and aggression to us is uncalled for. no medicine or medical injury based pain makes you racist and abusive and persistent to harass someone out of your shared home. we moved in with him, and by legal standards we are residents at his house, but he can still choose to evict us which we are sure he will do when another inevitable attack happens. that means we only have 30 days to amass money to get a new house immediately and afford both the first and last deposits the home owners require with the $1200 they want in general. and staying her for those 30 days isnt a smart move for us in the house of this white man who clearly cannot tolerate us, and even so im asking for donations. 

even if we cant get enough to get the house, just any amount so we can at least flee to a hotel when he leaves for work later on in the evening would be enough. i never thought id have to do this: especially for a situation as ugly and cruel at this one. i cant link it as im stuck on mobile, and this is also why the entirety of this post looks this way, but my paypal is at 

ashley.harrington03@gmail.com

any help, even if just sharing this post because you cant give anything, would mean a lot. im genuinely scared for my life. 

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🌹Kefka🌹#5287

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ANYWHO I’m probably about to be really annoying and change this girl’s fc AGAIN and maybe some of her backstory! I’ve been having a substantially low amount of muse for quite a while and I think I know the problem: I’m having trouble relating to her.