customary to remain sylphine&lithe in execution of eachmovement, timbre that falls upon due lacunas identified without hassle as deceptively mellisonant /honey-drenched /SACCHARINE;statuvolism has become your forte, a game played with defthand,& collection of well - kept secrets to success reside upon your sleeve in place of your heart, a faint aureateglimmer behind self - constructed carapace.however, events have a funnyway of unfolding to unmaskTITANIUM as porcelain, to send long - constructed walls crumbling after lifetime of strenuous laboring . and for what ––––---?
ASHATTEREDEUCATASTROPHE–––––CHAOSENSUES! blindly do staves run together ,line after lineblurred,BLEEDING into the next ; a queen bound to the moment by sharp breaths &burning gazes , dethroned by the irrepressible / by flash of light against silver ,poised to cutaway any trace of lost nonpareils(oh, my friends,forgiveme)/ by the MORASS and the MASSES and the mercilessness of it all . so whatdoyoudo? you breathe in, breathe out. allow yourself amoment’scatharsis , ––––––––---ANDTHENYOUREBUILD.
(independent.selective. semi - private BROOKEMADDOX of mtv’s SCREAM.) penned by nicki.
i prayed for the DEATH of HEATHERCHANDLERmany times, and i felt BAD every time i did it, but i keptdoingitanyway. now i know you understood EVERYTHING.praisejesus, HALLELUJAH!( ind. sel. HEATHERDUKE. penned by nicki.)
OBRUMPENCE.hey hi hello everyone. i’m just checking in to tell y’all that i’ll probably be on a FULL HIATUS until MID-APRIL or possibly early may. school is crazy and next to normal is still in rehearsals, but i have no intention of leaving tate and WILL BE BACK as soon as time permits. i seriously miss you all so much, and can’t wait to be back fully.
splintered planks wail beneath combined mass, splitting the stillness of the basement into hopeless fragments –––––mindless curiosity has led to exploration that the specter doubts will satiate present company ( hence, the reason for hint of smirk that lingers upon lineaments but remains shrouded by blackness in poorlight).❛you might not be too far off. ❜it is a suggestion designed to tumefy reservations and intrigue simultaneously, for though the other forges pathways, both parties know which is to LEAD and which is to FOLLOW. undeniably thrawn is temperament and errant are actions, resulting in featherlight brush of back of hand against form, a movement not meant to express PRURIENCE as much as to elicit shivers. ❛don’t tell me you haven’t heard the STORIES about this place ––––– that’s a load of bullshit. ❜
she lets out a low, rumbling sigh, which sounds more akin to some animalisticgrowl than anything else, but she doesn’t bother to filter it. boredom bit at her like an obnoxious mosquito which she was unable to kill or guide away from her no-longer-warm & likely unappetizing blood. ‘ i feel the most dreadful when the sun’s out. why did i have to get stuck in CALIFORNIA. of all places – ’ with a sort of violent movement, she swipes at her nose, tending to some phantom itch, or perhaps just for the sake of tossing herself around in some miniscule way.
❛sounds to me like your best option is to shut yourself inside, then. ❜as if either of the two had any choice in the matter. no intention has he to make any attempt to AMELIORATE such a situation, for more time than she has the teenager been a resident of the infamous structure, a whispered tale of caution tinged with uncertainty among passers-by as skittish glances are aimed through fractured panes of discoloured glass before gazes are FORCEDelsewhere( if you do not believe, what is it that you searchfor?). something of a twisted laugh, touched with bitterness that he bothers not to conceal, mingles with white noise. ❛for fuck’s sake, stop your B I T C H I N G.❜
i am not tate langdon, evan peters, or any other faceclaim that may be used on this blog. i am not affiliated with american horror story or ryan murphy in any way, shape or form. the only things on this blog that are mine are my personal headcanons. my edited materials (whether it be a self promo, theme background, icon, whatever), and my writing. you are not permitted to take any of those things. if i see or catch word from someone else that you are using any of the above as your own, i won’t be very happy, to say the least.
please keep in mind that this is my portrayal of tate. i cannot promise perfection, but can promise my best efforts.
SELECTIVITY.
i am selective, meaning that i won’t be following everyone who follows me back to prevent a cluttered dash, and for the most part, private, which means that i’ll only be writing with people that i’m in a mutual follow with. granted, there are a few exceptions to every rule, so there are some blogs that i am more than willing to write with but not willing to follow because of other content on their blog that may make me uncomfortable. i also will not follow other tate blogs. i don’t want my portrayal to change based on theirs.
EXCLUSIVITY.
i am more than open to exclusivity, so long as our muses have interacted, we have spoken out of character, and there is chemistry of some kind between the two characters. if you'd like to propose exclusivity, please feel free to send me a message. my skype name is always available for mutuals.
TRIGGERING MATERIAL.
i, myself, am not triggered by much, though i do ask that you tag posts having to do with sea life and trypophobia. incest is also a topic that skeeves me out.
i can guarantee that this blog will contain triggering content, which i will do my best to tag accordingly. my trigger tag format is 'butts tw'. if you are made uncomfortable by mentions of violence, murder, blood, harassment, arson, drug abuse, and profanity, please either refrain from following or blacklist the tags.
if there is something that you would like me to tag, please let me know. nothing is trivial if it has to do with your mental well-being.
SHIPPING.
every ship that takes wing on this blog may not get a happy ending or last, and that’s perfectly fine by me. this being said, i refuse to change my muse or her views/outlook on things to make ships work. if things feel forced, whether in or out of character, i can already tell you that it won’t work. shipping isn’t and will never be the sole reason i have this blog. this being said, DO NOT force ships on me.
seeing as i am underage, i refuse to write smut. however, other things that may classify as nsfw like violence and abuse are likely to pop up on here, but we are doing a thread and it ever reaches a point where you feel uncomfortable, please shoot a message my way to let me know and we can drop it.
PREFERENCES.
i prefer to use small text and icons ( 100x100 or 110x110 ), and even though it may sound ridiculous, i rarely follow writers who don’t do the same.
i’m not a fan of multi-muse blogs but am only up for writing with original characters with pages that i can read to grasp who they are. if the original character has been pre-written with some sort of connection to sherri, however, the chances of me writing with that character are very slim.
RESTRICTIONS.
do not push me for replies –––– there are days where i feel i could write a book if i wanted to and others where i can hardly write my own name. i try to deliver the best, most in-character responses that i can to threads, and if i feel rushed, the result will reflect that.
refrain from killing or maiming my muse unless it has been plotted out.
CREDIT.
the base code of this theme was made by hollywhood.
FULL NAME: tate ezekiel langdon. AGE: seventeen in appearance, thirty-six in spirit. BIRTHDATE: october twenty-sixth. ZODIAC: scorpio. SEX: male. GENDER IDENTITY: male. HEIGHT: five feet, eleven and a half inches tall. WEIGHT: 169 lbs. BODY TYPE: mesomorph. DEXTERITY: right-handed. EYES: dark brown, bottomless. HAIR: blonde and messy.
PERSONA.
MBTI TYPE: ISFP. ( introversion over extraversion, sensing over intuition, feeling over thinking, perceiving over judging, turbulence over assertiveness )
TYPE STRENGTHS: sensitive to others, passionate, artistic, charming, imaginative, curious. TYPE WEAKNESSES: unpredictable, easily stressed, overly competitive, fluctuating self-esteem, fiercely independent, academic challenges. DARK TRIAD TRAIT:PSYCHOPATHY. MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral evil.
main. during season one. the harmons currently reside in the murder house, unaware of the spirits that lurk and listen.
wanted plots? plotting is open to mutuals who have / would like a murder house verse. it could be your muse moving into the murder house, exploring it on a dare … etcetera.
O2.AETERNUM.
primarily post-season. each member of the harmon family has passed, and the news has traveled through the city streets by whisper –––– what other conclusion could such a story have had ? the boy remains locked behind a rusting gate, desperate and persistent in righting committed wrongs.
wanted plots? plotting is open to mutuals who have / would like a murder house verse. it could be your muse moving into the murder house, exploring it on a dare … etcetera. also, post-season interaction with canon characters would be awesome.
O3.SPIRANDI.
alive. pre-season one. earth is seen as naught but a filth-filled mediator between soul and the purity of some world beyond. there is a better place, far from visions that plague tainted mind ( and in perception, they ring true ). there must be.
wanted plots? anything mutuals have to propose.
04. TRAGICI FABULA.
hollywood arts ( victorious ).
JUNIOR YEAR. a new student at hollywood arts, he is told that he will be ‘welcomes with open arms’, but he, in truth, has no desire to be. the people play caricatures of themselves, take on roles even when they are not onstage. and so the creative writing student keeps mostly to himself and remains stark silent, internal workings rarely expressed aloud, but scrawled into countless pages of countless notebooks.
SENIOR YEAR. writer’s block has taken incessant hold of his pen, of his mind ( which he denies that he is losing) and refuses to return either. once academically proficient, his grades have undergone a drastic decline. his mother has her sights set on a certain man, a certain golden key that fits the lock to the family’s former place of residence. his brother is dead and his mother is somehow able to look him in the eye and lie about the cause without flinching. every day is only more time spent surrounded by fiction, by ignorance and stupidity, and he isn’t sure how much longer he can retain the guise of equanimity.
wanted plots? heathers au. someone comes across one of his notebooks and leafs through only to find graphic, violent recounts of the thoughts he can’t put into plain words through poetry. tate trying to write a straight play for the drama students to perform when his writer’s block is at its peak. anything mutuals have to propose.
05. EX VESTRI MENS.
asylum. tate ezekiel langdon ––––– self mutilation, substance abuse, emotional dysregulation disorder, homicide, attempted suicide. he’s been forced into some bullshit institution by his mother ( it’s her fault it’s her fault ), a place where everyone claims that they can help but he’s n ot cr a zy they’ re crazy an dd he doesn’t bELOnG heRe and god if any s anity rema ins it’s going to di ssapear.
wanted plots? briarcliff interactions. violate au meeting. tate recieving electroconvulsive therapy and not remembering the details of the shooting and his subsequent suicide attempt. anything mutuals have to propose.
06. ARDEBIT.
westerburg high ( heathers ).
SOPHOMORE YEAR, SECOND SEMESTER. pushed into a new school by suggestion of his previous guidance counselor and action of his mother, he’s a quiet kid who focuses on his work and isn’t too concerned with the social aspect of high school. apart from the group of girls that dress in signature colours and walk with their heads held high –––– he’s not sure how they do it.
JUNIOR YEAR. he’s just another face, another body in the sea of strangers that flood the school’s hallways. the jocks are assholes, the smiles are more taunting than friendly, and everyone seems to think that they deserve a place at the top of the world. but that’s fine. he’s fine. that’s the way things are, though not necessarily the way things have to be. filthy and cold and uncaring.
SENIOR YEAR. and his senior year begins as usual ––– going through the movements and marking days off of the calendar as rumors and acerbities find their ways into even the darkest, most desolate corners. until suddenly, something strange happens: a string of suicides committed by the kings and queens of the shithole’s social hierarchy ( heather chandler, the biggest bitch in sherwood, ohio, and the jocks, masters of harassment and quintessential assholes ). the newest fad is passing around suicide notes before tying a noose and offing yourself. life slips into beautiful chaos while you remain still –––– the world’s charade is sunlight, its true being oblivion. this has never been a secret to you.
wanted plots? any interaction between jd and tate. tate finding out the truth behind the ‘suicides’. anything mutuals have to propose.
