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[someotherdog]

“alrighty.” dovid nodded with a grin, but he wasn’t actually sure he knew what anthropology was. no matter, dovid always just smiled and nodded whenever he didn’t know what something was… which was, honestly, quite often. he waved off her question about the dance routine. “nah, just bits and pieces, which i will never perform for you. not even blind drunk.” that last little part was a lie—if there was anything that dovid loved to do while inebriated, it was dance. still, he had to keep some mystery about him, and he never had a particularly strong resolve anyway if she pushed.

valentine seemingly ignored his monologue on dating, which he felt a little disappointed by. he wanted her to bring up the prospect of going out somewhere together—not even necessarily on a date, but just being able to hang out in a place that wasn’t her dorm room. they could even use his previous cover story of tutoring if someone caught them eating dinner or going to a bar. he had hoped she’d be the one girl to want to go to top golf with him. no such luck. though he was truly fine with their arrangement, he was starting to grow tired of the constant secrecy. it worked out for the both of them, since his frat brothers would give him shit for weeks if they found out, and he didn’t actually know why valentine wanted their affair to be kept behind closed doors, but he assumed she had her reasons. it still just kind of sucked that he couldn’t tell anyone about it, or be seen in public with her, the present situation exempted.

at least she wanted to go upstairs with him. he had asked innocently, but there was still a quick jump of his heart at her assent. “okay!” dovid reached out and encircled his hand around her wrist once she finished her beer. he led the charge throughout the house and up the stairs, using his large stature to part the crowd. his bedroom was the third room down the hall and it was considerably quieter than downstairs. opening his door with his other hand, the room was dark until he entered and flipped the light switch—only to feel sudden shame at how messy it was. his bed wasn’t made, clothes littered the floor, and there were a few empty cans of red bull on his desk. “sorry ‘bout the mess. i didn’t expect any company.” besides, whenever he brought a girl upstairs, usually to hook up, they usually kept the lights off. he wished he could blame it on his roommate, his best friend noël, but they were equally bad at cleaning. dovid looked over at valentine, “so, how are you feeling about your first night out of captivity so far?” he joked with a cheesy grin.

"Consider me an interested anthropology student." Valentine watched him, amused. She looked up at the same time he did and mused just how that could be damaged in such a way. Did she like him? Surely not any more than coworkers with a fun day job. But as she turned her gaze to him and the goofy smile on his lips, Valentine pondered it. She did trust him. Enough to go to sleep in his presence on top of everything else. And he was kind of dumb but sweet. The most important part was that she liked when he looked at her. She didn't feel like a monster and that was the biggest part. It was hard to categorize anything else as important. "Do you still remember that dance routine?"

A proper date? Her cheeks flushed as butterflies floated through her stomach as she considered it. Was this a date? Maybe. But could she handle going on another date? Would he even ask her? Valentine was feeling loose enough to consider asking. Would he take her on her first date since high school, just so she could get the hang of it again? He didn't need to know about her quest for normalcy. One of the things she greatly appreciated about Dovid was that he didn't ask any questions either. Valentine got the feeling that if there was something that Dovid could get out of it, he would be there for her.

She was taken out of her musings by his question. Even her shout was frequently drowned out by the booming music, she was surprised either of them managed to keep up a conversation so well. "Yeah, that would be good!" A break from all the people and the noise was just what she needed. Her head would probably be ringing for days after the party if her hangover didn't destroy her first. Valentine abandoned the last dregs of her beer and took a deep fortifying breath before stepping back into the mass of bodies crowding every free space of the first floor of the frat house. Trusting Dovid that he would guide her if needed.

#grapefruitey #* DOVID RABINOWITZ / narrative . #* DOVID RABINOWITZ / thread / valentine . #i finished fallout the other night and had a random bout of muse for this lol

[someotherdog]

tentative starter call?

#an american werewolf in traffic ( ooc. ) #I’m ignoring drafts rn

[someotherdog]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Saul Weissberg.

Type of Connection: Only Child.

Connection Name: Micah Weissberg.

Connection Age: 27—29.

Suggested FCs: David Corenswet, Ronan Rubenstein, Logan Lerman, Timothée Chalamet, or any faceclaim that is at least part Ashkenazi Jewish! If you possibly wanted to play Micah as a daughter instead, Molly Gordon, Halston Sage, or Julia Garner could work as well! However, any faceclaim chosen must have Jewish ancestory..

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Here is the unfortunate truth: Saul is a subpar father. Saul and his first wife, Katie, had Micah straight out of law school. They were married for four years before they divorced due to Saul's demanding work life. She moved out to the suburbs and remarried later on. Micah was mostly raised by their mother and their stepfather, as Saul became a holidays-and-weekends dad. For awhile, Micah thought Saul hung the moon, but as he kept making promises just to break them and couldn't put his phone down for a few minutes without having to take a call, along with getting married two more times throughout their life, Micah realized that he was a very flawed individual. Though they no longer worshipped Saul as a hero, Micah followed their father's footsteps into the law profession—either they wanted to make him proud or they had another reason for becoming an attorney, like a genuine passion for justice. Their area of practice is up to you, or maybe they decided they no longer want to be a lawyer anymore; it's up to you! Their reason for coming to Providence Peak and their current feelings about Saul are all up to you as well. There is going to be a lot of angst and heartbreak with this plot, so I'd love to discuss a bunch of (painful) headcanons!

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? Yes, please!

#he has his ex-wife he needs his child 😥

[someotherdog]

okay i'm ngl i joined an rpg so i've been distracted from here. i'm not gonna drop anything, just triage my replies and focus on threads that give me lots of muse for the time being. i do have a wanted connection at the rpg if anyone is interested tho 💗

#an american werewolf in traffic ( ooc. ) #please join i'm going rabid not having her!

[someotherdog]

That alien trailer got me so hyped and I want space things sooooo baaaaaaaaad

#an american werewolf in traffic ( ooc. ) #everyone who doesn’t give me a space plot is mean

[someotherdog]

GIDEON ADLON in Miller's Girl (2024)

#* WANTED / opposite . #queue are my queen rebecca!

[someotherdog]

character / hector availability / m, f, nb story / hector is a hedonist that enjoys ruining lives, and your muse is inexplicably in love with him. every couple of months, he comes crawling back to your muse when he needs a place to sleep and a fix of loving attention. months earlier, he broke your muse’s heart because he promised to actually be their stable, caring boyfriend and stay for good, only to unceremoniously leave in the middle of the night. now he’s come back, hoping they’ll accept him back into their arms (and life) once again. / heavily toxic, but not t*boo please.

it was a cycle that hector relied on, hoping it’d never break. he’d arrive, they’d hem and haw about allowing him back into their life, only to shortly fall back into bed together, then wait a few days before he left again. it was beneficial to hector, that’s why he needed their cycle more than he needed drugs or fucking or air. whenever he exhausted the patience of a friend, a mark, an enemy, all he had to do was take a short bus trip back to their house and soon he’d be welcomed back like a wartime lover. he entirely preyed on their trusting nature, their love for him, but he suspected they knew that. why else would they allow him back into their life so many times? they needed him as much as he needed them. did they not feel like a person if they weren’t caring for someone? did they only think themselves worthy in the context of a caretaker? hector, really, didn’t give a shit. he just wanted a place to sleep and a warm body to sleep next to. so, standing outside their door in the rain, his loud knocks on their front door, hector didn’t expect much resistance once they saw his face. especially not with the rain, and his wet, curly locks hanging in front of his face. once the door opened, he put on his best please-still-love-me smile and puppy dog eyes. “hey baby…” he shivered, partly because he was cold, partly for sympathy. “i’ve missed you.”

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie crime rp #indie para rp #1x1 rp #indie roleplay #open rp #* STARTER / open . #* HECTOR IBÁÑEZ / narrative . #queue are my queen rebecca!

[someotherdog]

character / collie availability / m, f, nb story / collie is kept locked in the crumbling louisiana mansion by her overbearing mother, which has given her an unhealthy fear of the outside world. your muse has come by their property for whatever reason, maybe they’re intending to rob the home because it looks abandoned or they’ve heard rumors about witches living in the old winesap house. it could be an innocent happenstance or your muse has nefarious intentions. either way, it’s their first meeting!

no one ever visited. no one she hadn’t known since she was a little girl, at least, and even then, the extended family she had didn’t come by much unless to ask for money. there was rarely ever a stranger, some door-to-door salesmen or meter reader, and on the few occasions they had made their way to the front door, her mother made collie hide. it was early in the morning that day, though, the sun just starting to rise over the trees. it gave the world a dusty, orange glow. she loved to be awake so early in the morning, because her mother wouldn’t wake until later and it was the only time colette had to herself. sitting on the bench swing that was on the wraparound porch, she was enjoying the solitude when she suddenly realized she wasn’t alone. her first instinct was to scream, wake up her mother and force the stranger off their land. her second was to beg them to steal her away. getting up off the swing, she approached them quickly but wore an expression of hesitation. it took a moment for her to find her voice, so unused to speaking to anyone that wasn’t related to her: “h…hey. you can’t, um… you can’t be here.” collie tried to sound confident and protective of her home. however, she felt excited. “my mother… if she sees you, she’ll kill you.”

#indie rp #indie horror rp #indie crime rp #indie para rp #1x1 rp #open rp #indie roleplay #indie bi rp #* COLLIE WINESAP / narrative . #* STARTER / open . #yeah it's a repost. sue me! #queue are my queen rebecca!

[someotherdog]

character / gideon availability / m, f, nb story / gideon is the quintessential commitment-phobe that thought he’d never want to get tied down. enter your muse. after a year of dating, gideon decided to propose on a whim, only for your muse to decline. a few weeks later, your muse is standing outside his front door. reasons for declining the proposal are up to you! jewish muses preferred, but not required. the only requirement is no victoria pedretti fcs, as that’s his sister’s canonical fc, and nothing t*boo.

gideon wasn’t the relationship type. everyone had known it, all his friends, his family, they lovingly (and sometimes distinctly unlovingly) jeered him for his problems with committing. they laughed at how he always had a revolving door of girlfriends and boyfriends, laughed at how he perfected the art of ghosting, thought it was funny that he was almost thirty and still lived like a frat boy (despite not having been in a frat in college). the only one who didn’t laugh was his mother, the only one who didn’t think it was funny that he was so lonely and didn’t seem to realize it. gideon didn’t think he could be blamed, the eldest child of two divorced parents that used their kids as cannon fodder in family court. levi and maureen didn’t exactly give the best example of marriage, and gideon thought it would just never happen to him, that he would never want it… until he met them. for once, something clicked in him, something that said he didn’t want to screw this up. their relationship had problems like any relationship did, but for a whole year, he had remained faithful, devoted. his proposal had been half-baked, thought up on a whim, but he assumed they were as in love with him as he had been with them. he never thought they would say no. just as he didn’t expect, after weeks of very little contact, for them to be standing in front of his apartment door. his hand flexed on the wood, tempted to slam it back in their face, but he restrained himself. “didn’t think i’d ever see you again.” gideon forced his voice to work, trying to sound cruel instead of hurt. “what do you want? your stuff? i already threw all that shit out.” he lied, moving the door forward a bit behind him so they couldn’t look inside.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie oc rp #1x1 rp #indie roleplay #indie para rp #open rp #* GIDEON SCHWARTZ WEISSBERG / narrative . #* STARTER / open . #oh another repost? you bet #queue are my queen rebecca!

[someotherdog]

okay i am tapping tf out. i still had some starters from the tag i wanted to reply to, mostly to get some fresh stuff going, but i queued a few starters to post throughout the day as well! now i need to sleep, byeeee

#an american werewolf in traffic ( ooc. )

[someotherdog]

alert the media: zach choi got his life together! what that actually meant was that he finally gave up on trying to be an actor, moved back to his home town, and 'got a real job' like his parents always wanted. oh, and he was engaged. engaged to a lovely secretary that worked at his cousin's veterinary office. rebecca was a kind woman that liked to watch the bachelor on mondays, wore scrubs that had some sort of animal or cartoon character on them, filled their apartment with bath and body works hand soaps and fuzzy throw pillows from tj maxx. she liked to cook him dinner and his parents liked her, mostly because they liked anyone that was dating their son. she was a nice girl that was going to be the perfect wife soon and zach was lucky she ever gave him the time of day... so why couldn't he stop thinking about laurel?

if anyone would've caught him scribbling such a phrase on the back of the wedding invitation he sent, he would've said he was drunk and not thinking clearly, despite the fact that he was stone cold sober when he wrote it. if they questioned why he was sending a wedding invitation to his ex-girlfriend, and his biggest heartbreak, in the first place, he'd have no excuse. it was a stupid, dumb, idiotic thing. however, it was a stupid thing he thought he got away with. after two weeks, he gave up hope of laurel reaching out, figuring she just threw it out when she saw his name on the return address or something. (he wouldn't have blamed her, either.) after two weeks, he relaxed. rebecca had no idea about his indiscretion and laurel hadn't forced him to confront his anxiety about his impending marriage. zach as an expert in denial, and he could just shake off any flashbacks to the night he wrote those terrible—but honest—words on that invitation as some bizarre lapse of judgement, recalling the memory as if it happened to some other guy. chopping vegetables in the kitchen for dinner, he felt like a criminal that pulled off the heist of the century. when the doorbell rang, there was no thought in his mind that it was laurel.

“i'll get it!” zach called over his shoulder to his fiancée as he walked over to the front door, leaving her in the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. he opened the door without hesitation, but the moment it swung inward to reveal laurel, he wished he had looked out the peephole first. shit. fuck. damn. here she was, standing on his doorstep while his fiancée was just a room away, teary and asking him the question that he constantly asked himself. zach cringed. he closed the door behind him quietly, holding onto the doorknob behind him like it was going to run away from him. “hey, laurel, i'm sorry...” he used his other hand to gesture downward, as if to calm down a hyperactive dog. “about that note, please let's just, like, forget it, okay?” he was such a fucking idiot. he wish he knew what was wrong with him. “i was drunk when i sent that.” it was a lie, but he had no other excuse. not any that she, or rebecca for that matter, would likely accept, anyway. “how—umm—how are you?”

muse - laurel anne thorn // loosely based on this

She had neglected her mailbox for two weeks. Laurel was certain that the mailman hated stopping by, because her mailbox was filled to the brim when she finally opened it. As she walked up the stairs to her apartment, Laurel sorted through her mail: junk and bills, maybe a postcard from her dad. As she looked through the items, a thick ivory envelope stood out. It looked odd amongst the coupons and other pieces of paper.

Nothing could've prepared her for what it contained, the shock left her frozen in her living room. A wedding invitation? Were they serious? The pain flooded her and her chest felt heavy. An invitation was unnecessary, but if hurting her again was the point, they had achieved it. What a way to rub salt in the wound. It hurt her profoundly that they even sent this to begin with, eyes brimming with tears. Laurel tossed the invitation on the coffee table, the blue handwriting catching her eye. And there was the second blow of the day. the invitation trembled in her hands. Was this real? Emotions were driving her, any and all logic immediately going out the window. She tossed the invitation in her passenger seat, and as if, on autopilot mode, drove to their place. Laurel wiped her eyes as their apartment door opened, "what is wrong with you?"

#overnightheartbeats #* ZACHARY CHOI / narrative . #* ZACHARY CHOI / thread / laurel . #heyyy i hope this is okay!!! sorry abt the length i was feeling wordy lol

[someotherdog]

“yeah, and i've been a stripper for ten years. i can handle some hair pulling and eye scratches.” dawnie sneered, rolling her eyes though it hurt her to do so. she pressed the ice wrapped up in a dirty dish towel harder against her browbone, sighing with irritation. “first of all, i'm never pale.” dawn-marie had been tanning herself at the beach in the summer or at the spray tanning salon in the winter since she was fifteen years old. the accusation was downright offensive! “second: that was not a cheap shot, i just have quicker reflexes than you.” besides, well, she learned long ago to get a shot in where you can get it. there was no fighting clean in her world, never had been.

open starter ! muse: ellory grace plot: your muse & mine just got into a bar fight! (with each other, or with other people, whatever you want!) okay to assume a connection just let me know in your tags!

"I grew up with four brothers, you think I can't take a fuckin' hit?" The pungent smell of blood makes her stomach flip. "Was just a cheap shot, that's all. 'Sides, you're the one over there lookin' pale as a ghost."

#gollldrush #flashing gif warning / #hellooo i hope this works alright :) #idk why they're fighting but more than likely it has to do with money? maybe she owes ellory? #bc fighting your dealer is always a great idea! #but she's also a fellow southern queen so maybe it had something to do with that? i'm up for anything!!

[someotherdog]

she viewed her husband's personal assistant as a shiny new toy. one she wasn't allowed to play with, but wanted nothing more than to do so. she was obvious about it, too. her husband might've turned a blind eye, but dolores knew that he noticed the way james' eyes lingered on her body, the way she found excuses to touch james on the arm or his back. the more that kerem ignored it, the more egregious dolores became. she was genuinely physically attracted to james, but more than anything, she wanted a reaction out of her husband. he ignored her at best and hated her at worst. the tension between her and james was born out of a need for attention, but as the weeks went on, a fantasy had started to build in her head. james wouldn't go out on business trips in the middle of the night without a word; james wouldn't be cagey about his line of work whenever dolores asked what he did all day; james wouldn't look at her with distain over breakfast. of course, she had no way of knowing if that would be true, but it was a nice fantasy nonetheless. it was nice to imagine a man that loved her for her, and not because she was a great party hostess and looked nice on his arm. (well, she had married kerem for his money, but still, she had actually enjoyed his company before he turned so neglectful!)

she was fulfilling her duties as kerem's wife that night, stealing everyone's attention to dance in the middle of the dance floor and taking the microphone to thank everyone for making the drive to their mansion for the humane society's charity ball. she did all the things she was supposed to, but the entire night, she couldn't stop glancing over at james. to her delight, it seemed he had the same problem. halfway through the night, she no longer felt james' welcomed eyes on her. excusing herself from her husband and his business associates—kerem never elaborated on what business it was they were in—dolores made her way to the balcony when she spotted james' tall frame through the doorway. “hmm, great minds think alike.” dolores grinned, sauntering onto the balcony. “it gets so stuffy in there sometimes! i had to take a break. it's so peaceful out here at night.” she spread her hands along the balcony, surveying the garden below. “are you enjoying yourself, james? you know i want you to think of yourself as a guest of the party instead of an employee tonight, no matter what kerem says.” she turned to look at james, batting her eyelashes.

open to: f (older muses encouraged) connection: james is her husband's personal assistant, and ever since he met her, they've felt a mutual attraction neither acted on, but the tension is there

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james stood subtly in the shadows of the grand party hall, his eyes discreetly tracing every move of the couple at the center of the room. the opulent chandeliers cast a glow that seems to spotlight them, especially her, in her stunning dress that captures the light in a way that seems almost ethereal. he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched him flaunt her around, his arm possessively around her waist, smiling with a sense of triumph as if she's just another one of his many conquests. james reminded himself of his role there; he is his personal assistant, a facade that he maintained meticulously. but more importantly, he is there on a mission, a spy sent to bring her husband down. his role, however, becomes increasingly complex with each passing day, especially because of her. since the day he met her, there's been an undeniable attraction between them, a current of tension that seems to buzz in the air whenever they are near each other. it's a feeling they've both sensed but never acted upon, an unspoken understanding in their glances and brief, charged conversations. one big sip empties his champagne glass, his hand reaching for another one as he stepped out onto the balcony. he took a moment to distance himself from the grandeur and the suffocating pretense of the party. the cool night air is a welcome contrast to the warmth and the buzz of conversations inside. he leaned against the railing, his hand absentmindedly swirling the champagne in the glass, the bubbles reflecting the dim light from the party behind him.

pls don’t like my starters and read rules before interacting

#twistxdtales #* DOLORES BENITEZ / narrative . #* DOLORES BENITEZ / thread / james . #hiii i hope this works for you!! lmk if you want something else :)

[someotherdog]

“and you took me seriously? c'mon. you know i say that to, like, everyone. i told the guy at the bagel shop to fall into a ditch yesterday because he went light on the cream cheese.” tefi gave a playful roll of her eyes. “let's just forget all that and go out tonight, okay? it's nothing an appletini can't fix, right?”

𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅    𝒂𝒔 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏: ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏open     starter    (    m    /    f    /    nb    )

❝    i    thought    you    said    you    never    wanted    to    see    me    again    .    ❞

#afflucnt #* ESTEFANIA 'TEFI' BETANCOURT / narrative . #* ESTEFANIA 'TEFI' BETANCOURT / thread / chanel . #hi!! i hope this works for you :) #i'm gonna say she still could've cheated but tefi got over it quickly lol

[someotherdog]

luther eyed them suspiciously, a confused frown on his face. was hooking up with holly just a dream? that was the only reason he could think of that would explain why she was pushing her best friend on him a week later. “i mean, don't get me wrong... i like her, but i was sort of under the impression that... you know.” he gestured between them, waving his hand back and forth. “i thought there was going on between us.” did he get the wrong impression? did holly not like him as much as he liked her? shit.

MUSE: holly blackburn | 25 | writer OPEN: anyone 21+ PLOT: this plot ; feel free to have this being pre- or post- them hooking up.

"I just think you should consider how amazing she is, ya know? Because you two have so much in common and I just think the two of you would just be so great together."

#seolinah #* LUTHER JUNG / narrative . #* LUTHER JUNG / thread / holly . #i hope this works for ya tyler!!

[someotherdog]

“he's my husband, actually.” okay, oops. havva got caught. it had been a steady run, but in the end, she fucked up and minjun learned the truth. his ire wasn't unearned, but havva still felt haughty like she did any time someone yelled at her. “you're making it seem worse than it actually is, mj.” havva mumbled, holding out a hand to examine her manicure and avoid his angry gaze. “i didn't tell you because it's not relevant. we've got an understanding in our relationship, okay?” a lie. there was no agreement between them, it was not an open relationship. she was a cheater, an unabashed one, but hey, her husband did the same back to her. tit for tat, eye for an eye, whatever. unfortunately, minjun got caught in the crossfire, but havva truly didn't see the problem. “i don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. like, yeah, i'm married but that doesn't change what we have between us.”

muse: choi minjun ‘mj’, bartender/paranormal youtuber, 26 plot: here for that angsty cheating mess tbh open to:  m/f/nb

“...  you’ve  got  a  boyfriend  this  entire  time?”  minjun  has  been  told  that  he  makes  questionable  decisions  in  love  before,  but  they  might  be  the  worst  one  he’s  made  yet.  he  shakes  his  head,  as  if  to  physically  expel  the  budding  headache.  “  —  and  it  never  crossed  your  mind  that  you  should’ve  told  me?”  if  he  hadn’t  found  out  by  accident,  perhaps  they  would’ve  kept  him  in  the  dark  forever.  “how  can  you  be  so  fucking  selfish?”

#fadinglights #* HAVVA ÜNSAL / narrative . #* HAVVA ÜNSAL / thread / minjun . #hey again!!! i hope this works for you :) #she is a NIGHTMARE WOMAN lmfao so just lmk if you want someone else!

[someotherdog]

“oh, i think it's very funny.” he wasn't lying. blair had to press his fist against his mouth to stop his giggling, afraid it would color his voice and lessen the impact of his threats, though he doubted it would've mattered. he could see from his hiding spot among the bushes that maeve was afraid, if her panicked voice over the phone wasn't enough evidence. that's what he wanted. he wanted her to be scared. needed her to be. “that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it, maeve? you won't find out who i am until i want you to.” and that was only before he killed her, of course. “i like your outfit, by the way. super cute.”

open to: m/f/nb muse: Maeve Burke; the brat

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to pull, but it isn’t funny-“ Hues narrowed on the large window petite frame was standing in front of. Hand clutching the phone to an ear peering closer as if anything could be made out in the darkness that rolled before her, “So why don’t you cut the shit and tell me who the fuck you are?”

#nyctcphiliacs #* BLAIR WINESAP / narrative . #* BLAIR WINESAP / thread / maeve . #hi!! thanks for liking my reverse call :) #if this is too dark then just let me know and i'll write something different! he is a satanic serial killer so i would understand lol #i kept it vague if they have any sort of relationship in their normal lives? but he's a poor boy from the trailer park #so idk if they would know each other lmao but he needs 13 souls to fulfil his deal with the devil #so it could've just chosen her at random to fulfil the deal #but again if this is too dark or horror-y for your tastes lmk!! #serial killer tw