Do you wanna meet all my monsters?

This is a roleplaying blog for characters from various forms of horror media: movies, games, books, etc.., as well as some original characters I may add in the future.

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Just to introduce myself: my name is Sunny, I'm 30+, and I run on CST.

I'm coping with various mental illnesses (including ADHD, autism, anxiety, and depression), so my activity and/or thread response time may be fickle. If you're looking for snappy responses, this might not be the blog you're looking for.

I have a Discord for chatting and/or RPing. Feel free to ask me for it.

I'm probably stating the obvious, but I have a no tolerance policy for drama and hate. Please do not send any of that my way.

Minors, DNI.

If you have anything in your rules that says something along the lines of 'no pro/antishippers,' don't follow me. If I find you have this in your rules after you follow me, I will block you without hesitation. I'm too old for this, Grandpa.

NSFW content WILL be present here. This includes (but is not limited to): sexual encounters, violence, blood, gore, drug use, and more. The ONLY thing in that list I will tag is smut (with 'nsfw tw'); the rest is considered commonplace for this blog. If you cannot handle any of the other categories, this isn't the blog for you.

Muses of all sorts are welcome here: in-universe, crossover, duplicates, self-inserts, what have you.

I am mutuals only in terms of interaction.

If it's been at least 3 days since I last replied to one of our threads and you want to keep it going, please remind me!

That said, personals are welcome to follow me if they enjoy my content. They're also welcome to like or reblog most of my posts if reblogging is on, as well as send asks to my characters if they wanna ask questions/learn about them. The only thing I ask is that my roleplay threads AREN'T reblogged so the notifications don't get messed up/blow up, and I won't be RPing with personal blogs. Make a RP blog if you wanna RP. Don't use your personal to do it.

I am multi-ship, which means that any and all romantic interactions will happen in their own little pocket dimension instead of being all crammed into the same one. I will NEVER RP infidelity. It makes me uncomfortable. Do NOT lump the various relationships on this blog into a singular universe.

Triggers will be tagged with 'trigger tw'. The only trigger I have is needless animal death/abuse, which I'll block the 'animal abuse tw' and 'animal death tw' tags for.

Don't assume my character's details for me, especially when it comes to backstory. Even if I'm playing a canon character, it's very probable that I'm playing them at least a little bit divergent from said canon. Always double-check with me if you're unsure about something.

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General & Pierrot Ask Banners: @hauntedreality

"Pick one: left, middle, or right."

Lee is standing over the tied up form of someone Pierrot known only in passing. Earlier in the day, this same human had thrown a punch at his face and yelled some insults. At the time, the guy had been let go, since the performer isn't permitted to fight back.

Those are his rules, though. Not Lee's.

Later, when it's dark, no one was watching (at least he thought), and the man was on his way home, Lee had tailed along behind a short distance before quickly closing in and pressing a needle into his neck.

"One, two…"

The man goes limp against Lee's chest, letting himself be dragged off and propped up in the passenger side of Lee's truck. It's a short drive back to Lee's home, where he drags the man into his back door and down into his basement, where he'd promptly taped him up.

"What…?"

Lee's tone gets irritated, but stays cool and calm. "Left…middle…or right?"

"Uh…left?" "Pick a number between 1 and 12." "3." "That's unfortunate." "Why…?"

Lee turns away from the man on his basement floor, picking up a drill from a shelf nearby and inserting a lengthy bit.

"The third rib on the left side," Lee answers, not looking at them yet. "That's just above your heart."

As dread sets into the bound man, Lee accelerates it by pulling the trigger on the drill, making it whir suddenly and loudly. "It's possible I might miss, but I'd still puncture your left lung."

He finally turns around, wandering back over and pressing his foot against the man's stomach before leaning down over him. The drill is briefly set aside so he can pick up the mostly used roll of tape, tearing off another piece so he can place it over the man's mouth.

"Either way…you're going to die down here. And after the way you treated that sweet Pierrot? You deserve it."

The man's pleas and cries and yells are muffled by the tape as Lee picks the drill back up. His left hand feels at his victim's torso to locate the rib in question…then, after pressing the bit against it, the trigger is pulled, letting it slip almost effortlessly into his skin before starting to grind away at the bone beneath.

He doesn't gloat. He doesn't speak at all. He doesn't even smile. His expression is cold and neutral as he looks between the blood soaking into the man's shirt, and his face while it contorts in pain.

It takes a good minute for the drill to work its way through the thick bone, but then, all at once, it breaks through, and it sinks down the rest of the way, pressing the base of the droll head to a very bloodied chest while the bit stabs through the soft organ tissue beneath. "Oops," Lee mutters, half genuine, before he reverses the drill to start dragging it back out of him. Blood drips from the offal-covered bit once it's free, and Lee stands back up.

"You've just suffered a massive hemothorax. In layman's terms, there's a hole that's letting blood fill your chest cavity. You'll eventually die from blood loss. It could be anywhere from a few minutes, to a few hours. For my part, I hope it's the latter."

He turns away, leaving the bound man convulsing on the floor behind him as he heads over to the shelf and starts cleaning off his drill and its bit. It's only then, out the corner of his eye, that he notices something - or rather someone - standing in the doorway of his basement.

His demeanor changes once he looks over to see who it is. Once he notices it's Pierrot himself, Lee's eyes widen, and his pale skin seems to get even paler as he begins to sweat nervously.

"…I…didn't…mean for you to see this…"

What's your hate language?

The Silent Treatment

You might be thinking, 'oh, this is the counter to words of affirmation!' well you'd be WRONG. This is the opposite of gift giving buuut the same principle applies. It means you just cut people that you don't like off, you don't respond to compliments, or nice things from them. maybe a side eye... but yeeaahh

Tagged by: @theres-nothing-to-be-scared-of (thank you!!) Tagging: @misbchave @multigalaxymuses @vvindicated @manystagesofmal @gentlymonstrous @hauntedreality @timidblues & anyone else that wants to do this and use me as their pinged tagger!

Q&A under the cut.

P sure I've talked about this before but I'm in my feelings again and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem. /lh

I feel like Pierrot doesn't express HATE so much as he does EXTREME ANNOYANCE towards Harlequin. maybe STRONG DISLIKE. If he truly hated Harlequin I feel like he'd just. Kill him. Especially after what he did to Columbina.

But he doesn't.

It's also canon that they were actually pretty good friends before their rivalry started, and I think both of them cling to that, Harlequin more than Pierrot in my mind.

My Harlequin is actually Really Sad that Pierrot hates him (HE thinks he hates him, even though he doesn't) and has actually given thought to leaving the Circus. He'd say it's to make things easier and less tense on everyone else, and that's partly true...but mostly HE'S hurting and he wants it to Stop.

Your Dating Service

Date with Lee. Date Fee: $50.39 Customer Comments: "I hope my future spouse is just like Lee! (Male in late 20s)"

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FULL NAME: Lee Smith NICKNAME(S): N/A AGE: ~30 BIRTHDAY: October 18th SPECIES: Human HEIGHT: 5'11" GENDER: Male SEX: Male PRONOUNS: He/Him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUALITY: Pansexual

POWERS: N/A SKILLS: Medical knowledge (nurse)

LIKES: Fire shrimp, organization, hiking, reading, nature documentaries, video games DISLIKES: Spiders, cooking, his mother's treatment of him

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Autistic as fuck boi. Acts very professional and concealed when at work. Has a flat tone and straightforward attitude that makes him come across as tense or nervous. Diligent in his daily routine. Has a remarkable memory for small details. Likes manageable and orderly surroundings. Makes a lot of effort to not be pushy. Is always keen on asking repeatedly for consent. May miss tangible social cues. Has a hidden obsessive and twisted side.

STORY:

!! WARNING: MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED & THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE BELOW !!

Lee is a middle child. He and his sister would make dolls of each other and be kind to them when scared. He would watch nature documentaries to sleep with his siblings, and he still keeps the tapes up to his adulthood.

As a kid at the museum, he saw a Jenny Haniver (mummified stingray) which terrified him, causing his mother to get angry at him and later blame him for her suicide attempt whilst pregnant. Lee continued to feel guilty and haunted by the stingray, which he later came to buy and keep in his house, and prefer it over the Mormons' version of angels.

He has no memories from before he was 9 years old, despite having a good memory. He expresses having been suicidal since he has any memories. As a child, he was a "gifted kid" and always wished to become an orthopedic surgeon, to help people, to be paid well, and to make his mother proud.

He struggled in medical school, feeling himself fall behind the rest of his classmates. After failing the MCAT, he decided to take a gap year to study but fell apart due to not having a rigid structure. He got a Masters in Nursing to begin working and pay his loans.

FUN FACTS (SFW):

Has arachnophobia.

Keeps a written schedule in his wallet.

Has poor handwriting.

Doesn't enjoy cooking since he's bad at it; prefers pre-packaged food or delivery. Can still enjoy a homecooked meal as long as he isn't the one to make it.

FUN FACTS (NSFW):

Lee loves having his neck kissed. Especially if he has to move his shirt collar aside to let them do it: