𝕭𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 . .

caught up in heaven, but your heaven ain't the same & i've never been a saint, have i?

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independent, private, & mutually exclusive writing blog for a collection of my own original characters, some having canon influences. this blog will explore a plethora of darker themes & topics such as, but not limited to, horror & excessive gore, heavy violence & crime, cannibalism, religious trauma, stalking, & heavy substance abuse. please read my rules & general information for my characters before following, & proceed with caution. low, sporadic activity. personal blogs & minors please do not interact with my posts. writer is bee, he/him pronouns, and 26 years old.

i. carrd ii. prompts

heavily affiliated with @facrie, @wcund, @stake2heart / @ourgrief <3

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sorry i'm indecisive but i'm gonna move back to @bloodh0unds if u guys want to keep writing

[kaleidoscopeminds]

Aus sendy

[emilyblame]

[aftrsglow]

✦ — angsty plot ideas

INFIDELITY — muse a is in a long-term relationship that everyone around them assumes is solid, until muse b enters the picture. what starts as harmless late-night chats or friendly drinks becomes so much more with stolen kisses, guilt, along with the constant fear of getting caught. FORBIDDEN AFFAIR — muse a and muse b shouldn't be together. maybe they're tied to people in the same social circle, or one is in a position of authority. they’ve sworn this would never happen, but here they are, sneaking glances at the bar, brushing hands in elevators, making excuses to slip away when no one's paying attention. COLLEGE TENSION — two students thrown together by circumstance - roommates. lab partners. the unlucky duo stuck running a student event. muse a resents muse b’s arrogance, muse b can't stand muse a's laid-back attitude, but the sparks of animosity blur into something else after too many sleepless nights spent side by side. WALLS TOO THIN — muse a and muse b live on the same floor of an apartment complex. at first it's mutual annoyance, hearing each other's arguments and hookups... but slowly, the constant presence breeds familiarity. when one of them goes through something messy, the other is the only one close enough to notice. REBOUND GONE WRONG — muse a is fresh out of a devastating breakup, and muse b becomes the rebound. someone to numb the sting and make them feel wanted again. along the way, the line between distraction and desire becomes indistinguishable. neither of them is sure if what they're building is real or if it's all just a desperate attempt to heal. LOVE VS AMBITION — muse a and muse b fall for each other in the middle of chasing big dreams: grad school, career moves, an opportunity abroad. the connection is undeniable, but so is the reality that love might mean sacrifice. do they hold on and risk resenting each other for what they gave up, or let go before it destroys them both?

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INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE, MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE MULTI - MUSE FEATURING MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. CREATED BY BEE. 26 YEARS OLD, HE/HIM, CST. MINORS & PERSONALS DNI. PLEASE READ CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING. <3

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INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE, MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE MULTI - MUSE FEATURING MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. CREATED BY BEE. 26 YEARS OLD, HE/HIM, CST. MINORS & PERSONALS DNI. PLEASE READ CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING. <3

[heavnhill]

♡ JUST WAIT UNTIL EVERYONE'S HOOKED

DROWNDSODA IS AN INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, MULTI-MUSE BLOG DEDICATED TO EXPLORING THEMES OF THE CITY'S UNDERBELLY, EXTREME BODY HORROR, AND OBSESSIVE SPORTSMANSHIP. ORIGINAL MUSES, ORIGINAL STORIES. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK. PENNED AND SO DEARLY BELOVED BY DEE.

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give this a like if u want me to send a few memes in ur inbox... while i procrastinate writing

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@bcys said: My muse wipes away the blood from your muse’s face, their hands trembling.

miles is careful with his touches, despite the shakiness in his hands. one hand settles lightly on talbot's shoulder & the other guides upward, pressing the washcloth gently into the wound that blood seeps out of along talbot's cheek. he doesn't know why he's as shaken by it as he is — it isn't the first, second, or even third fight that he's seen talbot in — & he's trying (& failing) to not let his worry bleed through onto his expression.

"sorry." he murmurs, assuming that the antiseptic that's soaked into the cloth stings a little. his worried gaze flickers all over talbot's bruised features, a heaviness settling in his chest. he tries to tell himself that it isn't tal's fault that he gets so angry & picks fights with people he probably shouldn't, but it doesn't ease the anxiety. he's afraid one day it'll go too far.

"how's my nursing skills?" his voice is soft still, tone more lighthearted than before. a light smile tries to tug at the edges of his lips, but it doesn't quite touch his eyes in the usual way that it does. that anxious knot in his stomach won't loosen. "do you want me to get some pain meds?" he follows up, patting gently against the cut to soak up the blood before reaching for the first aid kit open on the bathroom counter to grab a bandaid. (pokemon themed, of course.)

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@drowndsoda said: that's a real fucking legacy to leave. (mia & gunner)

tears sting at her eyes & blur her vision, throat tight with that overwhelming urge to let out the sob residing in there. mia feels like she lingers on the edge of this often with gunner; clearly not enough times to make her stop coming back for more. a mix of frustration & genuine hurt tonight. gunner has a point & she knows it; she can't keep hiding forever. she can't keep hiding them forever. mia's just as sick of herself as gunner is getting.

"fuck you." it comes out choked, like the words almost get caught in her throat & she has to shove them out, & her palms press into their shoulders to shove them out of her space. "you wouldn't get it." it's a weak defense. she doesn't have a good excuse to follow, the rest of her argument drown out by the taste of salt on her tongue.

she keeps herself in this box for selfish reasons— she knows what all of her friends would say if they knew what she likes, who she likes... she inhales shakily & reaches to wipe at her eyes, cheeks flushed with equal parts frustration & embarrassment. the box she keeps herself inside of is safe, comfortable, reliable. gunner is a tornado stirring inside & tearing it all apart. "it's not like you'll be around for it anyway."

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it's me and my 12 luke hemmings ocs against the world fr

[lizkeen]

🧺* ― 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑲 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

001, a deserted road with only one house.

002, a circle of standing stones perched atop a desolate hill.

003, an old patio with creaking floorboards and a swing.

004, a small cathedral in the middle of nowhere.

005, an abandoned barn.

006, a slaughter house at the outskirts of town.

007, the woods but all the trees are marked and maybe you are too.

008, a wild and overgrown yard in an otherwise very suburban neighborhood.

009, a gas station in the middle of the night.

010, branch tents in the woods.

011, behind a clothesline in the morning hours.

012, hay bales under a blue sky in the summer.

013, the nearby sea with skeleton floating.

014, the empty grave in a forest.

015, a rusty red metal gate on a meadow.

016, a house situated in a field of overgrown grass.

017, a tree in a wooded area adorned with numerous animal skulls and bones. 

018, an old, rustic barn with tire swings hanging from the rafters

019, a set dining table with floral arrangement positioned near a body of water.

020, a chicken coop that smells of rot.

021, an open field surrounded by scarecrows.

022, a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

023, a paddock at night.

024, a tractor in front of a corn field.

025, an unguarded barn that is too quiet to be trustworthy.

026, an empty church/cathedral at night.

027, a perched hill with dry, brown earth.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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muse: harlow santana (he/him), mid 20s, panromantic pansexual available verses: film student & employee at his family's restaurant (main); celebrity pr strategist; warlock (chilling adventures of sabrina inspired)

          harlow swore he wasn't nervous. he'd seen plenty of horror movies. he just hadn't seen them this close with someone he actually liked, or wanted to impress with his massive collection of horror classics. "okay, but why do they always go into the basement?" he muttered, clutching the throw pillow tighter to his chest. "i swear, if this girl trips one more time…"

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tommy snickers to himself, mild amusement twisting onto features. he cuts a glance over to harlow & clears his throat, his arms crossing over his chest as he sinks a little more into his spot on the couch. "they have to go somewhere to be separated from the rest of the group. unfortunately, it does make them look really stupid." shoulders lift with a shrug, eyes training back onto the screen to watch the scene unfold. slasher movies are child's play— not nearly enough blood & gore to make them enjoyable for him. "you think you wouldn't be tripping over your own feet if you were being chased and not thinking clearly?" he questions, his head brushing against his own shoulder as he lays it against it, glancing back over to harlow with mild amusement twisting onto features.

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the two men slowly make it to the window after reagan. they like seeing her run towards it because it gives them a little show, as both of their eyes trail down to look at her ass bouncing in that tiny skirt. then, they're by her side almost immediately once she takes a seat. kellan sits down next to her, his left hand not wasting any time and going to rest on her thigh. right above her knee, still feigning some form of chivalry and respect. huxley on the other hand his grinned as he stands directly in front of her. his hand moved to her cheek, stroking it slightly and then moving down to her chin.

"thanks," his ego doesn't need to be inflated too much, but he likes it being stroked every now and then. "did me being super hot out on the field earn me anything tonight?" it's clear what he's hinting at since he steps forward, bulge near inches away from her face. "or do we have to work for that?"

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reagan's heart flutters from the giddiness that spreads throughout her from the proximity of both of them. the heat rises from kellan's touch & only spreads with huxley's, her eyes wide & soft with an innocence that doesn't quite match her body language. her thighs part just slightly as if to silently give kellan permission to slide his hand beneath her skirt, her eyes locked on huxley. “hmm,” reagan hums, lips curving with a little smirk before her teeth sink into her bottom lip to mask. her eyes drop from his face to below his waist, shifting a little from the throbbing sensation between her legs at the sight of his arousal.

“it might have earned you something...” her hand lifts for fingers to trace along the outline through jeans, glancing up at him through lashes. she guides her fingers upward to work at the buckle of his belt & pops the button of his jeans, giggling softly to herself from the surge of nerves. “tell me how i pretty i look right now.” she likes having all eyes on her, but she loves the praise & compliments even more so. those will get these two anything they want with her.

“and you,” she adds, turning her head to look over at kellan while her hand slips into huxley's jeans to palm at his length through the fabric of his boxers just to tease. “touch me... please.” there's a soft plea in her eyes & her bottom lip juts out with a little pout as she leans into his space, brushing her lips against his own before whispering. “i'm so wet, don't you wanna feel?”

[facrie]

oh, real classy... because mocking her isn't going to just piss her off or anything. well, it would... if she wasn't so afraid of him. her brows furrow and her face twists into a scowl. it doesn't last before her expression changes right back to something intensely fearful.

“ what the actual fuck... ” her voice trembles. it's low and quiet. her thoughts are racing, quick to question the reality surrounding her. all those conspiracy theories she believes in; all the shit she seeks out and hopes to encounter, none of it compares to a man that's pure sadist. this is where she knows she fucked up. hands reach to cover her face, as if it'll stop tears from falling when they well up in her eyes. as if she can rub her knuckles across her eyelids and it'll wipe all of this away.

“ stop! stop, what the fuck is wrong with you! ” gwen screams, shoving against him when she's pulled in close. suddenly, the blade is at her throat and she shrinks in on herself, then leans away from it. unfortunately, that means being within close proximity to him even more than before.

she knows she doesn't have it in her to sacrifice anyone, but she doesn't want to die either. even with that in mind, she says the first thing she can think of.

“ me! pick me! please don't hurt them, i-i can't... i wouldn't... ” she wouldn't be able to live with herself if someone got hurt on her watch. not when this whole thing was her idea to begin with. stupid, stupid, stupid. it's all fun and games until this happens. “ i'm sorry! ” she sobs. wet, hot tears fall down her face and her entire body shakes with the horror of what's happening.

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elijah rolls his eyes in response & lets out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. there's no fun in a martyr; this is his game & they're playing by his rules. gwen should've learned that by now! "noooo, that's not how this works." another shake of his head & his cheek brushes against the side of her head as he presses against her, mouth curling with a smile that lights his eyes too.

he's enjoying every second of this— the fear, the tears, the tension. the air is heavy with it. all eyes on him as they wait for what comes next. there's not much of a fight or flight response here; he finds that a little boring, but he won't complain too much. he's having enough fun toying with gwen's emotional state.

"you gotta pick," he continues & points the knife toward one of her friends to continue going down the line. "pick or you'll wish that you were all dead." elijah turns his head to nudge her hair with his nose & speak against her ear, breathing out a soft laugh into it. it isn't an empty threat— he could spend plenty of time carving pieces out of all of them, one by one. "c'mon— you can whisper it to me if you don't wanna announce it to the crowd. i won't tell." his voice drops to a whisper & a smirk can be heard through it, breath hot against the shell of her ear, enough to send another round of chills down her spine if they hadn't already. "tick tock."