praying to ghosts and sacrificing lambs

indie horror oc.

[yungchaseshawty-deactivated2022]

[cultkiid]

drakovianheir​:

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The violence wasn’t what bothered him. Trystan had witnessed a lot of that back in his home country. What bothered him was carelessly killing someone for whatever reasons she had. He didn’t want to attack her to subdue her, he was sure that he could, but he’d prefer to handle this situation without anymore violence if need be. This was a different situation than one he’d get into back at home. “Okay… maybe I don’t get it, but you could always explain it to me, so I can understand.” Trystan takes a few steps backwards, being careful not to trip over his own feet.  He raises his hands up to show that he’s not a threat - at least not currently.

@cultkiid​

     A ragged sigh crawls from her lips. The knife in her grip wavers for a moment. Roxanne bites her lip as she feels her warmth sting the edges of her eyes. “...I didn’t mean to hurt them so bad,” she finally admits. She sniffs sharply and rubs her wrist against her left eye. “But they struggled so bad.” No matter how much she blinks or recoils or rubs, she can’t keep the next tear from rolling down a flushed cheek. “Fuck,” Roxie breathlessly whispers. “You don’t get it, man. If I didn’t kill ‘em, something worse woulda happened. Ya gotta believe me.”

[cultkiid]

/ ooc. sorry for the inactivity there for awhile! got my ass handed to me in a moshpit for 2 days in a row then decided to go on a week long bender but im back now lol

[cultkiid]

@msredact ; starter call.

     The motel Roxanne was hiding out at only had a VCR and a shitty, overly static-y fourteen inch TV. Luckily, there was a video store nearby to peruse. She thought about stuffing a few VHS’s under her shirt, but it would be far too noticeable for her sickly frame. Roxie approaches the cashier counter and slams down a copy of Alucarda. “Ya’ll got Basket Case here?” The stale gum she’s been chewing for over an hour snaps between her molars. “...Ya sell food here at all? Somethin’ smells good... Or am I just about to have a stroke?”

[cultkiid]

bytheghostlight​:

What was the point in having a car if she couldn’t use it to help…friends? Well, she and Roxanne weren’t quite there yet, but still, she seemed to need the help. “Older?” Wendy found herself asking, but then she laughed a little bit. She thought her brother was cool sometimes, but he was a little brother and little brothers? They had their moments. “He’s younger. He likes to think that he’s cool, but he’s really just a nerd who needs his big sister to drive him places. Do you have any siblings?”

“Fuuuuuuck.” Roxanne rolls her shoulders back and released an exasperated groan. Useless. “Unfortunately, yes. I do. He graduated a couple years ago—Lucas. Tall, bleach blonde, lanky motherfucker with a stupid face tat. He basically almost curb stomped the chemistry teacher his last year so he never graduated.” Her explanation was uttered with a deadpan gaze and a slight snarl. “The only thing he’s good for is weed and booze,” Roxanne huffs. That’s what any adult was good for in her book. She’d sneak nuggets of cannabis and sips of Jack Daniels here and there until Lucas slapped a lock on the cabinet of Earthly pleasures. 

[orb-s]

[zombiexprss]

𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝟒 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.   

feel free to change pronouns, etc.

❝   you’re a long way from home, cowboy.   ❞ ❝   i’m sure you didn’t just tag along so we could sing kumbaya together at some boyscout bonfire.   ❞ ❝   you have my sympathies.   ❞ ❝   sorry to have bothered you.   ❞ ❝   where’s everyone going? bingo?   ❞ ❝   okay. i’ve only got one, very important question  ..  you got a smoke?   ❞ ❝   crawl out of one hole, and into another..   ❞ ❝   that’s too good for a guess  ..  wanna start explaining?   ❞ ❝   being a hero isn’t what it’s cracked up to be anymore.   ❞ ❝   got something that might interest you.   ❞ ❝   calm down. everything’s going to be just fine.    ❞ ❝   hate to say it, but we’re sandwiched alright.   ❞ ❝   small world, ey?   ❞ ❝   so, what do we do now?   ❞ ❝   let me come with you.   ❞ ❝   no thanks, bro.   ❞ ❝   my my  ..  we’ve got a feisty one.   ❞ ❝   you alright?   ❞ ❝   just leave me alone!   ❞ ❝   if you don’t need me, then get off my back!   ❞ ❝   put your hands where I can see them.   ❞ ❝   sorry, but following a ladies lead just isn’t my style.   ❞ ❝   bit of advice: try using knives next time. works better for close encounters.   ❞ ❝   long time no see.   ❞ ❝   stay with me, [name].   ❞ ❝   talk about ‘near death experience’.   ❞ ❝   let’s see if you can survive this time.   ❞ ❝   don’t you know when it’s time to throw in the towel?   ❞ ❝   need a ride, handsome?   ❞ ❝   you okay? c’mon, let’s get out of here.   ❞ ❝   are you out of your mind?  ❞ ❝   i knew you’d be fine if you landed on your butt.  ❞ ❝   just so we understand each other clearly: i don’t trust you.  ❞ ❝   been a long time, [name].  ❞ ❝   you catch on quick, as expected.  ❞ ❝   looks like we have the upper hand here.  ❞ ❝   maybe it’s about time you told me why you’re here?  ❞ ❝   sounds like you thought this one out pretty well.  ❞ ❝   a psycho like you can’t bring order or balance.  ❞ ❝   thanks. when we get out of here, drinks are on me.  ❞ ❝   you sure you wanna do this?  ❞ ❝   i thought you were gonna die..  ❞ ❝   i don’t know about you, but I think it’s time we go home.  ❞ ❝   something’s not right  ..  [name], you stay here.   ❞ ❝   better try a new trick, cause that one’s getting old.  ❞

[cultkiid]

@tornvoid​ ; starter call.

       “I’m fine,” Roxanne insists with a taught smile. She shoves a beer into Brook’s hand then aggressively pulls herself into the couch. She’ll let out a grunt before pressing the bottle to her lips. “I just…. Didn’t get a lot of sleep,” she mutters finally. She leans forward to swipe the remote from the coffee table. Roxanne flips on the TV to an Albert and Costello movie. Lightning crashes on the horizon of a stereotypical haunted house. Ravens screech. “You gotta drink every time someone says ‘broad’ or ‘gee, I don’t know’.” A faint thunk! sounds against the basement door. Roxanne swiftly turns up the volume. Clickclickclick. She takes another swig of Budweiser. Roxanne gives her cheek an anxious scratch before inching closer towards Brook. “Have ya ever seen this one before? It’s where Dracula and Frankenstein team up and Dracula bangs a bunch of chicks or somethin’.”

[cultkiid]

starter call.  ⛤

[decease-soul]

[promptfairy]

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

[invisiblestation]

[cultkiid]

* just squeeze my ass and tell me everything will be okay. - Brook

     The corner of her lip tugs into a smirk as she bobs her head from side to side. "Eh... I'm more of a tits gal, myself." Roxanne gives her lashes a dramatic bat. She'll nuzzle up against Brook's shoulder and flash her a playful puppy-dog pout. "Brook boobies?" She immediately cringes. "Oh, god, ew. That sounded awful. Remind me to never say that sentence again. Oh, god I ruined it. Ruined it!"

[cultkiid]

bytheghostlight​:

Well, that was not a moniker that she needed to have float around, but she only had herself to blame for letting the phrase slip from her lips in the first place. Not that she had a lot of time to dwell on it anyways, because now Roxanne was going off about something else all together. Sounded like she had had quite the day, actually. “That’s certainly not a short way,” Wendy mused, and honestly she could probably help with that. After all, she wasn’t stranded here. “What?” Wendy found herself asking, but she ended up shaking her head and pushing her plate toward Roxanne. “Have at it–I was pretty much finished. As for the whole walking thing…I could give you a ride, if you needed? I just also have to pick up my brother.”

     Roxanne snatches the tray and begins stuffing french fries into her mouth. “That...” She drags her finger through a dollop of ketchup. “Would be rad.” The girl takes one swift lick of her condiment caked fingertip. “Is your brother cool? Is he older?” Roxanne leans forward, a hedonistic glimmer of hope twinkles in her eyes. She had been hoping someone would get her and the gang some beer or cheap cigarettes, but it looks like everyone they asked were boot licking killjoys. 

[inevitcble]

- - - horror movie inspired plots.

001. the blair witch project

muse a, muse b, and muse c (most likely a npc) are film students and for their final project they decide to do a documentary on the black hills forest in maryland. the two interview locals around town before planning to spend a weekend camping in the forest to get some good shots. muse a and muse b wake up the first morning in the tent to find muse c missing. and on their search for muse c they come across some unlikely supernatural occurrences. (obv can be mild things or very extreme)

002. the conjuring

muse a and muse b have been paranormal investigators for years, they spend their time speaking about the supernatural world & performing house calls. the two come face to face with a heinous haunting and it has now become their job to expel the spirits from that house. and just when they think they’re finished, they realized the spirit has followed them home.

003. the purge

muse a and muse b are on their way home so they can lock themselves inside before the commencement of the purge night. when their car breaks down they are forced to walk the rest of the way home, but the purge begins before they make it and the two now must spend the next 12 hours fighting for their lives.

alternate scenario: muse a and muse b are active participants in the purge night every year. the two are forced to conceal their true emotions and urges the other 364 days, only having one night to be their true selves.

004. it follows

after muse a has a one night stand with the person they’ve been seeing, they are explained the situation they are now in. no one is sure what it is or how to stop it but it is coming for muse a. it can take the form of anyone & no one else can see it but muse a. if it reaches muse a it will kill them and the only way to get rid of it is to sleep with someone else, transferring it on to them. muse b is a friend of muse a and thinks they’re crazy, but seeing how much muse a is affected, they offer to sleep with them. muse a finally agrees, and the next morning muse b finds out that muse a wasn’t crazy at all. and now the two must find out how to get rid of it for good.

005. the crazies

one by one people in muse a and muse b’s town seem to be going a bit crazy. homicidal even. just as the police department starts to piece things together the government sweeps in, taking everyone into a quarantined area, separating people they believe to be sick & people who seem to be fine. after a breach in the governments quarantine muse a and muse b escape, and are now running from the military as well as a town full of homicidal residents.

006. the descent

muse a and muse b are avid cave divers. they travel all around the world exploring and getting their adrenaline fix. muse a proposes to muse b that the two explore a new undiscovered cave that no one has been down in. muse b agrees even though they know it’s dangerous. and after a while of being underground the two find out they are not alone.

[cultkiid]

* that’s not my name. - Cathathal

             Roxannegulps and staggers backwards, hands desperately trying to find the wall. Her hip bumps against the cult's makeshift altar. The spell book falls from the satin tablecloth. A rat's skull clatters to the ground.    "What..." Roxanne’s back finally meets the wall and she winces so aggressively, she bumps her head against the wood paneling. Despite her more than apparent fear, her eyes never stray from the being before her.

                                                             “What are you...?”

[cultkiid]

vandbaerer​:

A shit-eating grin could be found on Nanno’s face. That special grin that always people want to kill her. “Hello Roxanne,” she uttered in a sing-song voice, crouching down to pick up the can of spray paint that had rolled towards her feet, shaking it as dark eyes were fixed on the other girl. Eyes that could pierce your soul. “Are you having a party without me? Aw, I thought we were friends,” Nanno giggled. Taking a few steps closer, she tilted her head to the side as she neared the other girl, peering over Roxanne’s shoulder to look at what she had been working on. “Actually — what are you doing here, Roxanne?”

     Roxanneattempts a sneer to mask her confusion. She wants to be angry or annoyed that the new girl found the hideout, but she couldn’t help but feel a great sense of respect towards Nanno. She wasn’t like the other kids--she was ballsy. Confident. She was a sinisterly saccharine mystery. “Uh...” A pink tongue darts out to wet her lips as she tries to muster up an excuse. “I was just gonna smoke, so...” Roxanne tightens her grip on the ratted backpack strap slung across her left shoulder. “You... You smoke?”