livingdead
miss world ☆
when you sleep
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ash / kelsey
pronouns
any
timezone
mst
age
19
age range
18+
❝ The flowers of naivety buried in a layer of frost /
The smell of sunshine, I /
Remember sometimes ❞
Nostalgic visions haunt the dreams of the wretched. Unexplained visions, shadows amongst the woods, groaning and clicking forebodingly. An unknown entity, feeding in dreams. Among the haze, blackest roses reveal themselves, thorns as dangerous as a blade. Bloodstained, wilting before your eyes, the flower droops pathetically. Its petals gather in a pile at your feet, melting together to form a black puddle of sludge. The world is brighter than usual.
about me
hello lovelies, thank you for stopping by! some of you may know me as ash, and i’ve been roleplaying on and off for a some seven years. it happens that now i miss roleplaying and gained back my motivation to write and tell stories to fill the current excessive free time on my hands.
i’m seeking alike minds to help me create new & exciting stories ! i’m also using this opportunity to improve and focus on writing and character building. if we have spoken in the past, i ghosted you, ect., don’t feel like you can’t reach out! i’d be ecstatic to connect with old partners.
✮ as previously mentioned, at the moment i’m between jobs & taking a gap year, so it’s safe to say i have a ridiculous amount of freetime while i wait for my life to begin. this schedule obviously won’t last forever, so i’ve decided to actually make use of this time ! yippee !
✮ that said, i am also struggling with my mental health, so i ask that you be patient with me. i may not always reply as quickly as i normally would due to lack of motivation & depression.
✮ more than a roleplay partner, i am also searching for friends who are passionate about sharing characters, pinterest boards, and spotify playlists !
✮ lastly, some plots may include or discuss mental health, substance use, (light) gore, and trauma. if any of these topics are uncomfortable, please let me know beforehand.
INTERESTS ?
favorite pinterest boards;
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music inspirations ;
miss world ⭒ hole
zero ⭒ the smashing pumpkins
honestly? ⭒ american football
everything in its right place ⭒ radiohead
destroyed by hippie powers ⭒ car seat headrest
frogs ⭒ alice in chains
flutter ⭒ julie
when you sleep ⭒ my bloody valentine
scream of the butterfly ⭒ acid bath
cigarettes out the window ⭒ tv girl
deadlines (hostile) ⭒ car seat headrest
the wretched ⭒ nine inch nails
media inspirations;
⭒ yellowjackets
⭒ the last of us
⭒ IT
⭒ a quiet place
⭒ the conjuring
⭒ barbarian (movie)
⭒ nope (movie)
⭒ scream (1996)
⭒ i am not okay with this
⭒ prisoners (movie)
⭒ red dead redemption (currently playing 1&2)
⭒ fight club
⭒ sally face
⭒ hannibal (tv show)
rules
must be 18+. i prefer my partners to be closer in age to me.rule one
post length i don’t tend to care about that much, since it can dictate the pace of things and while i appreciate detail i’d like a good back and forth to move the plot along too. if you prefer to put a number on it at minimum please be able to write around 3+ paragraphs or 500+ words.rule two
third person, past tense, you know the drill.
if you reach out, please do so through dms ! (i may delete comments for the sake of tidiness). it will also let me know that you’ve at least read up to this point. i prefer discord for ooc talk only once we’ve got a plot going.rule three
please tell me a bit about yourself if you decide to message me! a name to call you, if something in the thread stuck out to you, what ideas you have, just so we have something to work with. please do not just message me with ‘i want to roleplay’ or something along those lines.
moodboard
wordbank
mxm
fxf
mxf
horror
zombie
psychological horror
90’s
80’s
y2k
survival
70’s
character-driven
small town
mystery
slice-of-life
drama
found family
paranormal
vampires
alternative
garage band
childhood friends
plots
white owl
#sapphic
#vampires
#horror
❝ In a mile I can feel your legs
I wish away the pain, it's red
I’m draped in lead, I’m heavy as a slug ❞
Red hands stain the snow crumbling between the girl’s fingers. It trickles down her lips, complexion as pale as snow, platinum waves dipped in fresh blood, soaked against an orange jumper. Barefoot, walking as though among thousands of needles, she drags the raw venison behind her by the antler, leaving a crimson trail in its wake.
Sun and moon fighting for dominance, the sky remains an everlasting haze beyond clouds as heavy as the snow on the surface. Ellie descends among a thicket of dead branches, where she spends her afternoon in serenity. The buck’s pelt shields her from the frost, and a trickle of a flame only warms her so well.
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Starvation, desperation, clawing into the minds of the people. The woods had died weeks ago. Rabbits torn inside out, drained of its insides. Animals found dead, empty shells of their former selves. Horses hitched by the village dropped dead overnight, blood sucked dry through and through. Wolves were not this ravenous. This was something else.
Yet, she brings back only the corpse of a rabbit, game she did not kill but only scavenged. She roasted it above a fire, digging into the pathetic remains of the critter.
In time, she develops an insatiable hunger for blood.
the wretched
#horror
#70’s
#monsters
#mystery
Evil lurks here.
Foliage litters the forest floor, dead leaves dancing in tandem with the breeze. A bridge creaks and shudders, crossing a wide river of green. Vines slither down the cliff like snakes, poison weeds and thorns below; it is nearly impossible to ascertain whether it ever crossed a river. All that remains is a slow trickle of water that grows during the storms.
Not one soul who crossed has ever returned.
There is nothing here for anyone. In its lonesome, a gas station acts as the only beacon of light. Insects flock to it, hundreds buzzing and whirring nearby the only streetlight for miles around. Homes further down the road are weathered and abandoned, home to raccoons and spiders alike. This town—if it should be so worthy of being one—isn’t located on any maps.
The dash dings repeatedly, the truck’s door agape, headlights cutting a glimpse into the deep woods across the bridge. The windshield wipers smear blood against shattered glass.
A paranormal investigator, operating so far outside of the law they could be considered a lone vigilante, happens to be determined to uncover the missing bodies. Only, every investigation thus far is explainable. They believe this will be, too.
Boarded windows and bear traps lining the outside of the home, the rustic building was lit only by candles. TV static buzzes longingly. Its only resident conspires about monsters and nightmares; perhaps a disturbed mind.
There is no reason not to listen.
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#tag
#tag
#this scrolls
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we’ll find moonlit nights / strangely empty / because when you call my name through them / there will be no answer / rather melodramatic, aren't you?
we’ll find moonlit nights / strangely empty / because when you call my name through them / there will be no answer / rather melodramatic, aren't you?
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