Welcome to the campfires.
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All of them are the collection of @little-monsters-entity.
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@campfire-chaos
Welcome to the campfires.
Here are several campfires to be found, full of survivors. There is also a killer campfire.
All of them are the collection of @little-monsters-entity.
Mun: @billyholztisch
*blinds you with a flashbang* Upsi
- @campfire-chaos Green Dwight
Alan didn’t even see it coming. A soft groan leaves his mouth as the brightness hurts momentarily. So that’s what the killers felt. He blinks his eyes softly trying to adjust them to sight again. Annoyance gathers in his head but he doesn’t say anything too badly.
“… it’s okay… accidents happen. I still gotta get the hang of those myself..”
"I'm so so sorry. It's the first time I use flash.... I hope you are alright? ...wasnt the killer here a moment ago??" He wispers the last part while looking around in fear and nervousness.
details about ocs!
send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?
𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?
𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨👩👧👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?
Send in 🖼 and I'll make a mood board for our muses
🎥 ( for Hillbilly! )
He had his own life now after Max killd his patents and all the animals of his place. There is just one thing that sometimes brought him trouble...
It's getting food and enough water. He can't just live from corn and rats. When ever strangers showed up he killd them and if he was lucky they had food with them. But sometimes nothing like this happens. That's when he goes to steal from villages near by in the night. He hates humans so he try to never get seen doing that. But one night went strange.
He was just breaking into a home of a stranger but he got stuck in the window. He strugglet a bit until he broke free and fall into the others house. Some noise was made and soon after footsteps where heard from upstares. Max tryd to hide behind some furniture. A screwdriver in hand.
A young boy was hassitatingly walking downstares. He didn't switched the light on and tryd to be sneaky. Looking for the intruder with a foam bat in the hand. Max would kill him if the boy finds him. He have no empathy. But the boy walked into the living room. That's when Max run to the fidge, took as many as he could and try to sqeeze through the window again. The boy saw him but was to scared to get close or stop him. Luckely Max was to distractet with the window, to harm the wittnes.
Max got some food and went home.
Send 🍅 to throw a tomato at my muse!
Is that for the mun?
Tagged by: @ask-the-ghostface
Relationship status: Single and to overwelmt to get some hot sweety.
Song stuck in my head: Pump it up
https://youtu.be/8B934Y46tbM
Last song I lissend to: Some songs from TikTok videos.
Three favorit foods: pasta with salmon, gnoggis with duck Gulasch and Rotkraut, Frensh Toast? (The one with sweet eggs and bread.)
Last thing I googled: How to fuck get the App 'Hidden Agenda' installed. Without sucksess.
Dream trip: Into the movie Scream. This timeline seems cool looking.
Anything I want right now: to be healthy and strong with the energy to fullfill my dreams.
Tagging: @razorvine @drakomod @crypticvestige @starstruckshine @facesofthefog
send me ‘ eat up ‘ for your muse to find mine hungry and alone, and offer them food
Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life
Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!
Give me an ask with an emoji and a character
❤️ where they are on my favorites list
💔 what I don’t like about a character
🌟 my favorite piece of art I’ve made
🌿 small little doodle!
🥀 darkest headcanon/theory
🌸 my favorite headcanon
🌌 favorite ship
🌖 ship headcanons
🌵 fact about them in one of my aus
🐍 what kind of snake I’d give them
🦴 what kind of extinct animal I’d give them
Might add more later
attraction meme
Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following:
Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme
Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this + reverse to change which muse does which action.
tw for implied violence in some
❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training
❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver
❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style
❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder
❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds
❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event
❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat
❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life
❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver
❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance
❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist
❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek
❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead
❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver
❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers
❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle
❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed
❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair
❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact
❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do
❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss
❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver
❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them
❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back
❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder
❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver
❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek
❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face
❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand
❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon
❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table
❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver
❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall
❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints
❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over
❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death
❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated
Run. There was no shame in running away from things that you couldn’t kill. No shame at all. So that’s what he did. He ran as fast as he could even though he knew he was leaving a blood trail behind him. He hoped to God that it wasn’t a good enough trail to be followed or that it was too bad to see. Soon he body told him to stop, take a break, rest. Please rest. He slowly came to a stop and hide behind a tree. This tree had a hollowed out base so he carefully sat there in the hole and held his side. This was his fault no doubt and now he’s paying the price for it.
He took a few deep breathes and placed both hands over his stomach. It seems these types of wounds were unavoidable for him. Crimson blood stained his clothes and made him feel sticky underneath. He bite his lip in order to stay quiet, to distract him from his pain and he didn’t want the killer to hide him. He had to stay silent. His eyes fluttered softly as he spotted someone a few yards from him. It wasn’t the killer but he couldn’t see who they were. He lifts a bloody stained hand up in the air and waved as fast. All he could hope was that this person would help him, he hates admitting he needs help but he does now and hopefully this person would. If they don’t? He’d die and return to the campfire, with a little piece of his soul lost due to his own mistakes.
Steve catch on to Demogorgeon and manages to stop potantial trouble. As he notice the state of the other he looks worried. "Oh shit! That doesn't look good." He checks his few pokets but doesn't have any bandages with him. "....let's get you to my campfire."
A sigh of relief leaves Joel’s mouth as he picks himself up. Although he was free now, save even he felt shame for needing help in the first place. If he was back in his own place, he wouldn’t need any help. The thought was abandoned as soon as he felt a searing pain go through his stomach. He let out a shaky breath and followed the younger man.
“Thanks for helping me out.. I got myself in a bad situation.” Joel stated slowly, his country accent in place. “How far away is this camp of yours..?” He looked up at him with plain express. He hid how bad the pain truly was well. He was great at hiding his pain or masking it.
“What was hell was that thing? It’s as ugly as sin..”
"We arent that far away, should be around the cornor." He sayd while leading him through some plants.
Steve chuckles. "Oh that! This is calld Demogorgeon... say how did that happen to you? Did you provocate the wrong people?" He mentiont while gesturing to the wounds.
“That’s good news.. best news I heard all day.” He mutters slowly and softly while letting out some air. His vision was starting to get slightly hazy due to the blood loss. But he stayed strong, the camp is close. Joel finally leaned on the other for support, there were roots and he didn’t want to trip.
“The Demogorgeon? Never heard of it until now.. hopefully I don’t gotta see the fucker again..” He chuckled softly and drew in some air. “Yeah I did. I went walking in their camp.. stealthy like of course, but that demo thing found me and showed me who’s boss. But I’ll go back eventually.. I don’t learn my lessons every well…” Joel yawned loudly. Was he tired it was that the blood loss talking? He didn’t know but he didn’t care.
“So.. how old are you? You seem kinda young..”
They arrive at the junkyard campfire. There is a broken car, many tents, lights including electricy. Some survivors lissen to a radio and grill some crows.
As they see the woundet men they help him. Clean and treat the wound. He get's offered some crow meat and plain, filtered rainwater.
After they help his wound and even feed him, he gets a little overwhelmed by it all. Not in a bad way, he just wasn't used to it. This care was new to him slightly, he had people care for him in the real world but only a few and most except two were still alive.
Still, he accepted it all he was just awkward about it. He liked their camp, it was homey compared to his normal camp. The lights were a nice plus as well. Joel stands up from his spot and looks for the boy that helped him. He finds him after a few minutes of searching and slowly eases down in a seat beside him.
"Hey.. I just wanted to say thank you fer helping me out. I own you one sometime.. The camp here is really nice. Thanks for that too.. it's been awhile since Iv'e been treated like a person.." Joel trails off, not wanting to spare anymore details. "Say.. what's your name again? I'm Joel.."
'Treated like a person' this sounds off. Hidden trauma? But Steve didn't get it right away. It just feels not nice sounding that's all. "Hm? ...oh my name was Steve. Nice to meet you Joel."
Despite Steve being nice and compforting the others arent really sure about the other. He is a stranger. Yes they treated his wounds and gave him food and water. But that's all. He will not be allowoded to stay here from now on. They worked hard to build this place up and know that they can trust eachother. But Joel is a stranger, an undercover killer maybe. You never know.
Joel nods at the younger man’s words. Nothing else needed to be said so he didn’t. A sigh left his mouth as he rested a hand on his wound, it still hurt but did feel much better and even felt slightly relaxed. He still didn’t get Steve’s age but it didn’t really matter here in the fog; you’ll never age. Forever stuck being at your current age. Joel didn’t mind this as he was older anyway, any older and he’d be dead according to his logic.
Seemly like reading through the lines Joel breaks the silence. His country drawl still there filling up the silence. “I’ll leave tomorrow. I don’t plan on smooching off y’all forever or living with y’all. I’ll be fine as rain tomorrow.”
He gave a weak smile to Steve. True pain returning slightly. It was true he’d leave tomorrow as wouldn’t tell others about this camp. He knew the rules from being in his own world. Living in a apocalyptic world, he already knew if these unspoken rules.
David try to lighten the mood a litte and speak in a smooth voice. As smooth as he can be at least. "Hey, please don't take it personal. We just met you, we are just wary. Also we are already alot of people. Just rest until you feel better and return to your camp."
Starter for @campfire-chaos !
It was trial time for The Ghostface. He hasn’t been in trial for the past two weeks, he’s more than to do his job. He slightly trembles with excitement, his hand tight on his knife’s black handle his knuckles were no doubt turning white underneath his worn down gloves. He mouth becomes wet like a salivating dog. He wants this. He wants to kill. He needs to. The Entity whispers sweet words into his ears while he swallows his spit. He crouches down and starts his search. Each step he takes is more eager than the previous.
Rather quickly, he finds his mark. Nea working alone on her generator. She was busy at work, focusing intently but it was to be expected. The map was the Red Forest. He loved this map as he loved the way the earth and rain smelled, plus he hid well here. One minute she was working, the next she was plucked off and kicking around on The Ghostface’s shoulder. This didn’t bother him and on the hook she went. Her scream rang out and the smell of iron hit his nose. How sweet. He loved, no craved the smell of fresh blood. How elated he felt. How natural he felt. He couched down again and left the hook alone, he did not linger as he knew he’d dominate the trial without keeping Nea company on the hook. He’d come out on top; like always.
Now he searches for his next victim.
Nea is cursing after the Ghostface. "EY! THAT HURT!" She moves her arms wildly to signalise the others to save her.
Leon notice that and moves closer to Nea. He is wary, looking around. What if the killer watch him?
Meanwhile Felix is working at the generator from the mainbuilding. His Leather jacked get soaked by the rain. He shivers. "Verdammter Regen.." (damn rain) He doesn't like the cold and wet weather. He will get sick and sneez all day at the campfire. Why do they have to end up here?? At least he wears leather gloves who protect him from the sparks of wires.
Run. There was no shame in running away from things that you couldn’t kill. No shame at all. So that’s what he did. He ran as fast as he could even though he knew he was leaving a blood trail behind him. He hoped to God that it wasn’t a good enough trail to be followed or that it was too bad to see. Soon he body told him to stop, take a break, rest. Please rest. He slowly came to a stop and hide behind a tree. This tree had a hollowed out base so he carefully sat there in the hole and held his side. This was his fault no doubt and now he’s paying the price for it.
He took a few deep breathes and placed both hands over his stomach. It seems these types of wounds were unavoidable for him. Crimson blood stained his clothes and made him feel sticky underneath. He bite his lip in order to stay quiet, to distract him from his pain and he didn’t want the killer to hide him. He had to stay silent. His eyes fluttered softly as he spotted someone a few yards from him. It wasn’t the killer but he couldn’t see who they were. He lifts a bloody stained hand up in the air and waved as fast. All he could hope was that this person would help him, he hates admitting he needs help but he does now and hopefully this person would. If they don’t? He’d die and return to the campfire, with a little piece of his soul lost due to his own mistakes.
Steve catch on to Demogorgeon and manages to stop potantial trouble. As he notice the state of the other he looks worried. "Oh shit! That doesn't look good." He checks his few pokets but doesn't have any bandages with him. "....let's get you to my campfire."
A sigh of relief leaves Joel’s mouth as he picks himself up. Although he was free now, save even he felt shame for needing help in the first place. If he was back in his own place, he wouldn’t need any help. The thought was abandoned as soon as he felt a searing pain go through his stomach. He let out a shaky breath and followed the younger man.
“Thanks for helping me out.. I got myself in a bad situation.” Joel stated slowly, his country accent in place. “How far away is this camp of yours..?” He looked up at him with plain express. He hid how bad the pain truly was well. He was great at hiding his pain or masking it.
“What was hell was that thing? It’s as ugly as sin..”
"We arent that far away, should be around the cornor." He sayd while leading him through some plants.
Steve chuckles. "Oh that! This is calld Demogorgeon... say how did that happen to you? Did you provocate the wrong people?" He mentiont while gesturing to the wounds.
“That’s good news.. best news I heard all day.” He mutters slowly and softly while letting out some air. His vision was starting to get slightly hazy due to the blood loss. But he stayed strong, the camp is close. Joel finally leaned on the other for support, there were roots and he didn’t want to trip.
“The Demogorgeon? Never heard of it until now.. hopefully I don’t gotta see the fucker again..” He chuckled softly and drew in some air. “Yeah I did. I went walking in their camp.. stealthy like of course, but that demo thing found me and showed me who’s boss. But I’ll go back eventually.. I don’t learn my lessons every well…” Joel yawned loudly. Was he tired it was that the blood loss talking? He didn’t know but he didn’t care.
“So.. how old are you? You seem kinda young..”
They arrive at the junkyard campfire. There is a broken car, many tents, lights including electricy. Some survivors lissen to a radio and grill some crows.
As they see the woundet men they help him. Clean and treat the wound. He get's offered some crow meat and plain, filtered rainwater.
After they help his wound and even feed him, he gets a little overwhelmed by it all. Not in a bad way, he just wasn't used to it. This care was new to him slightly, he had people care for him in the real world but only a few and most except two were still alive.
Still, he accepted it all he was just awkward about it. He liked their camp, it was homey compared to his normal camp. The lights were a nice plus as well. Joel stands up from his spot and looks for the boy that helped him. He finds him after a few minutes of searching and slowly eases down in a seat beside him.
"Hey.. I just wanted to say thank you fer helping me out. I own you one sometime.. The camp here is really nice. Thanks for that too.. it's been awhile since Iv'e been treated like a person.." Joel trails off, not wanting to spare anymore details. "Say.. what's your name again? I'm Joel.."
'Treated like a person' this sounds off. Hidden trauma? But Steve didn't get it right away. It just feels not nice sounding that's all. "Hm? ...oh my name was Steve. Nice to meet you Joel."
Despite Steve being nice and compforting the others arent really sure about the other. He is a stranger. Yes they treated his wounds and gave him food and water. But that's all. He will not be allowoded to stay here from now on. They worked hard to build this place up and know that they can trust eachother. But Joel is a stranger, an undercover killer maybe. You never know.
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