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nauseatingly thinking about giving twitter rp another go. very eager to write here though

what's good squad

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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happy late valentines day. [Petting the head of my awful little creature

what's good squad

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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what's good squad

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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added some songs to my playlist :)

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character ) #Spotify

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elliot still craving the invasive intimacy and closeness cenobites have with each other but knowing that's not possible with other humans. so he's just left wanting and homesick for something that he can't have

[clenching my head] thinking about elliot on her sabbatical away from hell trying to adjust to modern normality, still finding love and eroticism in violence. even the briefest fleeting feeling of affection is accompanied by an unquellable urge to scrape at their bone and take them apart and put them back together again. im actually going insane

#the unreplicable and unattainable intimacy of someone putting their hand in your ribcage . #Im. losing my mind #— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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[clenching my head] thinking about elliot on her sabbatical away from hell trying to adjust to modern normality, still finding love and eroticism in violence. even the briefest fleeting feeling of affection is accompanied by an unquellable urge to scrape at their bone and take them apart and put them back together again. im actually going insane

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character ) #i need to put down this book im like getting psychically fucking poisoned ro soemthing. Hello

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“ his blood on the floor. it brought me back. ” — @corvidamned * HELLRAISER PROMPTS ( accepting. ) —

        AGENT OF SIN, SHE IS UNSURPRISED. words hardly tighten the coil of interest and curiosity - the constant and hedonistic hunger for more that drove her. blood-soaked tile and guilty hands and pleading voices are hardly a novelty to her. indifferent and unsummoned, she could not, nor did she want to act as the mighty castigating hand - others could serve as the arbiter of justice, but such was not a job that piqued her interest. hell waits, and hell is patient, so too would she be.    “ the victor reigns supreme. how long until you sink your teeth into your next cud ? ” she tries urgently to imagine it; a spasming body, writhing on the ground, clutching at surging wounds desperate to paint the floor. she grows hungrier yet.

#corviddamned #— in character. #— ask.

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alright. moving to my personal blog for the night, but i'll be here to tomorrow to write and push things around.

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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also, because i've been gone for a few months: i have cleaned my inbox for a clear head. i believe i've finished all of my replies, but if i'm mistaken, let me know!

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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watching dragula and oh my god... i love orkgotik so much. crawfordbait

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )

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plotting call for elliot spencer. like this post to discuss potential dynamics and plots for our characters !

#— plotting call.

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plotting call for the hell priest. like this post to discuss potential dynamics and plots for our characters !

#— plotting call.

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HELLRAISER roleplay sentence starters of the 1987 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, death, murder, horror, cheating, torture, usfw.

what's your pleasure?

it's yours. it always was.

it's gotta be one of these.

i'm going to freeze to death.

it was just a suggestion.

this is it. the old homestead.

it smells damp.

it's been empty for a while, hasn't it?

how long since you were here?

i wanted to sell it after the old lady died.

would you look at this?

this stuff means nothing to me.

i've never known him to kick cash out of bed.

he's probably behind bars some place.

you really want to move in here?

we can be happy.

so what's the argument?

where are you?

there's stuff in the kitchen you wouldn't believe.

what the hell is that?

i thought you were going to stay with us for a while.

i'd really like you to see this house.

i gotta find myself a job.

this is something i need to do.

come on and trust me a little, okay?

call me tomorrow.

are you all right back there?

let's take five, guys.

how's things in there?

you got any beer?

you wanna buy a bed?

okay, all right, i'll be nice.

get on with grand work and i'll get myself some coffee.

well, can i come in or not?

do you have a towel?

what shall we drink to?

are you going to let me kiss the bride?

forget him.

i'll do anything you want.

you know me and blood.

i'm going to faint.

you're not going to faint.

it's going to need stitches.

it was just an accident.

we'll sue his ass.

i won't be able to stand up.

so lie down.

we're celebrating ... something. so sit down!

does it still hurt?

who are you?

his blood on the floor. it brought me back.

just help me, will you?

what do you want me to do?

you can't leave me like this.

the blood brought me this far.

i thought i'd lost you.

she's so damn polite.

she's uptight and frigid.

i beg your pardon.

you must have been speaking to the wrong people.

i was dreaming.

not much fun, is it?

there's a first time for everything.

i feel like i've known you for years, you know.

it's what you brought me here for, isn't it?

let's get on with it.

you're not going to change your fucking mind, are you?

we don't need a bed, do we?

i've always preferred the floor.

did you lock this?

every drop of blood you spill puts more flesh on my bones.

come here, damn you, i want to touch you.

come to daddy.

i'm feeling sick.

is there anything i can get you?

i'll be down in a minute.

it's only a matter of time before they find i've slipped them.

put on some music, will you, babe?

poor [ name ], obedient as ever.

keep your voice down.

you don't want "babe" to hear.

you'll stay with me.

we belong to each other now. for better, for worse.

you're gonna have to wait.

where's the manager?

what are you doing?

you give those back!

get out! get out of here!

just came by to see what you're doing after work.

you're sure we're not going to be interrupted?

it's a long time since i've tasted anything.

you promised me an explanation.

i thought i'd gone to the limits. i hadn't.

i'm going to leave and you're going to help me, yes?

they'll never find us.

what's the matter with you, anyway?

there's nothing to be afraid of.

i just don't understand you.

you love her, so there must be something worth loving.

it's like she's ... waiting for something.

could you ... would you stop by sometime?

maybe all she needs is somebody to talk to.

so, where's the harm?

i get lonely sometimes.

what is this? a game?

get the fuck off me!

there's nothing to be afraid of.

this isn't happening.

some things have to be endured.

you want it? fucking have it!

wait a minute, how did i get here?

you were hanging on to it like grim death.

well, the police will want to speak to you.

in the meantime, maybe this will jog your memory.

you opened it. we came.

it's just a puzzle box!

it is a means to summon us.

who are you?

demons to some. angels to others.

it was a mistake!

i didn't mean to open it!

you can all go to hell!

please, go away and leave me alone.

oh, no tears, please. it's a waste of good suffering.

no time for argument.

nobody escapes us.

what has that to do with you?

i can lead you to him.

we'll tear your soul apart.

she'll tell them everything.

that's probably her now.

it doesn't make any difference.

we can't just stay here.

i don't know where to begin.

what are you talking about?

what's the matter?

where is he?!

i was so afraid that something happened to you.

he's trying to kill you.

believe me, it's finished with now.

what's gone mean?

he was insane, baby. a mad dog. had to put him out of his misery.

jesus, what a scene.

i don't really understand myself.

i don't believe this.

we want the man who did this.

there's no time.

so much for the cat and mouse shit.

it's nothing personal, baby.

don't mourn him. he was dead long before we ever touched him.

we have to hear it from your own lips.

this isn't for your eyes.

you set me up, bitch!

jesus wept.

not leaving us so soon, are you?

we have such sights to show you.

go to hell!

let's get the hell out of here!

#— memes.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

#— memes. #default verse unless specified otherwise!

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ridiculously overcome with the urge to write something foul and gruesome. i'm going to reblog some prompts and post a couple plot calls. as it turns out, reading makes you want to write more. who knew!

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character ) #reading exquisite corpse right now and very much enjoying it

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        SHE BENDS AT THE WAIST, leather creaking as fabric tightens around her torso. the priest extends a palm, face up, and beckons the boy closer. to whom does this blessing belong ? “ your mother, i am not. though, as you rang, i suppose i must oblige your request. ” it is said curiously - playfully. she would hate to leave him empty-handed. “ what might you covet, that i may provide ? ” well aware of the unique, french color of his pronunciation, she knows that he may not understand, but cannot help babbling regardless. she has all but forgotten how to be sweet, and gentleness is a concept that no longer holds any relevance for her — but this was close enough.

there is a rare, childlike wonder present in victor’s gaze — eyes cast upwards to take in the manifestation of this strange being, clad in midnight black. there is something calming about their presence, accompanied by bright lights and the faint chiming of bells. he thinks, perhaps, that he is dreaming. maman had spoken of such things; of angels descending from the heavens to bless little boys like him, to swaddle him in their warm embrace and guide him to the path of light.

“ m — maman… ”

red eyes flicker with something akin to hope. charlotte would rejoice! for the angels have finally come, just as maman said they would.

#— in character. #hey buddy. [only replies to things when you go on hiatus #deshayes

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new colour scheme ..?!

#— crawford speaking. ( out of character )