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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃. @lordofbaraddur.bsky.social · 10/03/2025

“Our rooms are always open for new guests.”

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ㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 「 #MVRP 」 ㅤ

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“But you turned out fine in the end, so it’s all okay.”

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“Ain’t that a shame?” Then getting back to sweeping the floor…

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“Our rooms are always open for new guests.”

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𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘. @misshorror.bsky.social · 29/01/2025

Back in town, everyone would be busy on a bright day like this. The harvesters roaring as they reaped the wheat, stacking it pile after pile. Of course, no one ever paid me any mind. Shame they were too occupied to enjoy my stories.

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|| I don’t have muse for this dead verse anymore, sorry.

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Rachel Coffey @caffeinagent.bsky.social · 14/11/2024

「𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦?」 «𝙍𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠» ➤ Original character ➤ Slice of life focused ➤ Possible 18+ / NSFW warning ➤ More info below ➤ RTs appreciated

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𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘. @misshorror.bsky.social · 15/01/2025

make your body disappear quicker'n you can blink... then go walkin' around talkin' and actin' just like you." She looks at him directly, utterly deadpan. She remains silent for a full second before resuming to speak. "But they're just stories. Skinwalkers ain't real. You know that, don't you?"

𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘. @misshorror.bsky.social · 15/01/2025

"Oh, this might as well be called skinwalker country with how often I hear people go on and on about those creatures." She laughs, though it's more like a sharp exhale through her nose. "You know, they've said the darndest things about them. Their claws'll cut your throat open, --

Bein’ so haunted by the memories, they chose to take their own lives. Can you just imagine that? A place that could be so frightenin’…? Just what kind of motel would that have to be? … that’s why I had to come here. I had to see it for myself.”

“Somethin’ in this place would terrify people… oh, it’d drive ‘em mad…” She bites her lower lip, which she hides with covering her mouth with her hand. She exhales, sharply. “Hah… Most of the guests never made it out… and those who did, well… the terror lingered even years later, and… well… —

“You might’a wondered why I chose some old motel to spice up as Tuesday’s Motel, well… even ‘fore I got here, there was a whole mess of rumors about this place…“ She allowed herself to talk a little freely while she worked, glancing over to make sure he still followed along. —

She pauses, touching her chin as she thinks. “Well… nevermind. It’s probably nothin’. Just a silly rumor.”

She takes her sweet time cleaning the room, with the baby in one arm and using her other to work. “Oh, I’m afraid I don’t know too much, dear. It’s been abandoned for a while, before I came and spruced this place back up. But now, come to think of it…” —

She only paid him one last visit tonight, shortly before 9PM. Announced with a gentle knock, and a gentle call inside, asking; “Room service, dear?”

She generally stays at the front desk, listening to the 70.7 Horror Show radio station, which spins tall tales of chupacabras, leather-faced killers, skinwalkers, and any other fantastical horrors the superstitious Southern US cooked up this week. —

His food hasn’t been tampered with, and the remainder of the evening is peaceful, insofar as peaceful can be when one now has to share a motel with a woman who was once dead, now walking. She doesn’t make frequent visits to his room, which is good for privacy and thinking. —

Frederica "Rika" Aradia @aradiaruler.bsky.social · 02/01/2025

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[𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻] ~Not new to Self-OC ~ Multiverse friendly ~ Self-OC of #BernMun ~ #MVRP | #OCRP ~ Multi-ship ~ N/SFW ~ 18+ Writer ~ Writer, Gamer, occultist ~ {Serious/Crack RPs}~ ~[✥Like/RT/Follow?]~

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Corvin Helms @aspectoffate.bsky.social · 13/12/2024

"I don't know. Every day, the case log feels like it grows more and more, as if I didn't have enough on my plate. But I can't take a break. Not yet. Gotta keep going." 📒Alcohol fueled detective 📒Hints of other-worldly influence 📒 #OCRP #MVRP #NSFWRP 📒Total Workaholic Stories and more to be posted.

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“I suppose you thought it was a skinwalker? Some bein’ of the night? Hah. Sounds like you’ve been stayin’ up past your bedtime, comin’ up with such tall tales. Why don’t you go have a rest in your room? Let me take care of the dishes.”

“I died? Well, I’ll have to object to an accusation like that. And what’s this? Some arcane recordin’ device? That’s adorable, but looks like even that’s havin’ some trouble capturin’ the truth right ‘fore your eyes.” She shakes her head, smiling. —

She runs her hand carefully over the swaddling cloth in her arms, holding her baby just a bit tighter to her chest. "If there's somethin' that I've done, I do apologize... or if somethin' here ain't to your likin', I can accommodate..."

Her confusion is not even conveyed with an appropriate reaction; she regards him quizzically, but not in any astonished way. "Now, sir... I'm not so sure what has you all wound up... but cross my heart, I haven't a clue what you're talkin' about." --

"Oh, there you are... my sweet baby." Tuesday's... voice. Tuesday's... footsteps. She enters the dining hall, bending down to pick up her baby from the floor. Not a flaw on her body. No speck of red, no thousand-yard stare of death. As if nothing had happened to her.