SPOOKY / SHIT.

and the tape ends there.

[huntedvideo-a]

FINLEY HAS BEEN MOVED TO @museaic​.

[slashaer-deactivated20210822]

WHERE IS ASH?

@slashaer       /       horror multi muse       ;       main.

@forksbeauty       /       canon bella swan       ;       secondary.

@huntedvideo       /       spn original muse       ;       hiatus.

@sinceriity       /       multi muse       ;       hiatus.

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ crimsxnidol‌.

Some artists can work without a stencil, but they’re few and far between and way more fucking talented than Zack ( just a kid with a knack for it that’s dipping his toes in the water ). The thin sheet is placed along the other’s shoulder, patted gently until it sticks. A mirror is handed to Finley, as he takes a seat back in his own chair, ❝ that look alright? The size and place ya want it? ❞ A few touches to the peddle have the buzz of his own machine filling the air around them, ❝ nah, technically still an apprentice, but been doin’ small pieces like this for a couple’a years now. Mind if I ask what the symbol means? ❞

finley takes the mirror, but barely glances, assuring zack with a small nod that it was perfect, whichever way or place he wanted it to be. handing the mirror back, he’s unfazed by the fact that the other is an apprentice. everyone starts somewhere. ‘that’s cool. i always thought this job would be kinda neat, but i can’t draw for shit, so, it’s obviously not for me,’ a light hearted air remains in his voice at the sound of the machine. ‘it’s, um... well, it’s call an anti possession symbol,’ the answer is mumbled, ensuring that he wasn’t heard far and wide. ‘i may or may not be hunting demons, and don’t really want one inside me,’ he shrugs his unstenciled shoulder. fin knows it’s unbelievable, but he’s nothing if not honest. ‘better safe than sorry, right?’

[prcphesise]

† @huntedvideo​​.

        SHE DROPS THE  wooden stake, still warm from another slay, back into the pocket of her jacket.  a sound from a short distance away startles her.  she looks up to see a man behind a bush holding something in front of his face. 

❝ hey !  HEY !  is that a camera !? ❞ she yells across the cemetery, jogging toward him. 

[huntedvideo-a]

she’s using a new style of vampire hunting, one finley has never seen before. no machete, but a wooden stake. old school. he’s out of the way, behind a gravestone, or at least he thinks he is, until the young woman points him out. ‘i mean... yeah, good eyes,’ sarcasm isn’t usually his forte, but it’s clear what he’s holding, even in the dull light of the moon. fin makes sure to hold his device up, so that if she tried, she wouldn’t be able to reach it. ‘what you did back there was super impressive, nice work. never tried a stake, before. does that work every time?’

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ heliokinesi‌.

❛                  wha      ——  ?                  ❜                  shock      marries      excitement      on      warming      features,            it’s      a      ceremony      of      imbalance      before      luke      shakes      his      head      to      quicken      the      union      and      only      wonder      stays      in      place  .            life      is      hard      work      and      yet      fate      shaped      like      a      friend      offers      him      this  .                  ❛                  i      mean      yeah,            of      course  !            this      could      be      huge,      tell      me      everything  .                  ❜                  

once the initial worry of rejection is over, finley lets out a large breath, handing over the freshly printed script with an air of pride. ‘it’s, a- a horror movie. definitely 80′s slasher inspired, but it’s... i mean, it’s so much more than that. t’me, anyway,’ passing it over, he feels like he’s handing fin’s prized possession to luke. ‘the lead’s name is marcus, and he’s, like- everything i wanted to be when i was younger,’ the smile on his face is genuine. ‘what d’you wanna know?’

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ aquariusvibes‌.

      𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙆'𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 .

      smile grew wide on the hot pink painted lips .she likes his cadence ; so she decides to give him a pass . with a playful wink she snaps in his direction . “ Lucky I’m a sucker for a cute mortal . ” she teased sweetly . trying to not give him a slightly hard time . after all , he seemed out of his element . “ So what brings you to my little haven for the world’s unfathomables ? I do hope you weren’t going to plan to cause trouble with whomever you were meeting up with … That would absolutely break my dark black little witchy heart .”

cheeks pinken at the comment of him being cute, but he won’t bring it up. instead, he focuses on the second part of her exclamation. ‘ah, nothin’ like that,’ he assures, and means it. you can hear the truth in his voice, and finley rarely lies. ‘she has some information for me, but i’m not sure if she’ll show up or not,’ jennifer always seemed a little skittish with humans, even ones she’s known for some time, like finley. another drink from his bottle is taken. ‘i’m surprised she didn’t pick somewhere a little more private, but... now that i know this is a bar, i guess i can see why she might back out.’

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ siiemprebruja‌.

“ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 people say? if things are easy they feel… less rewarding?  but maybe i can help – what are you looking for exactly? ”

‘people who say that aren’t all there in th’brain, trust me,’ he’s kidding mostly. ‘i’m trying to translate this language, but i’ve never seen it before. figures,’

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ risaen‌.

alright - so dean hadn’t expected that . and now he’s left with a stupid look on his face , that he’s immediately wiping off and turning his back to the camera .  “you know what , i ain’t gonna save you when this ghost lady comes to eat your ass for dinner.”  it’s not much , but at least he feels somewhat in charge again. this guy has a goofy expression . the kind that makes dean worry he might be a few screw loose in the head .

‘th’fact that you think i need you t’save me was your first mistake,’ there is no seriousness in fin’s voice. just a hint of a smile as he pans the lens away from dean and across the dark, dank walls of the haunted place they stood in. ‘i may not have a stick up my ass like you do, but i know how t’do this job just as well. i just like t’have a little more fun, y’know?’ there’s a clear chill in the air, but nothing severe- nothing that indicated they were in any danger. yet. ‘how about you fill me in instead of complaining, big guy?’

[slashaer-deactivated20210822]

                    no one to call, everybody to fear. your tragic fate is looking so clear.

                         independent horror villain multi muse. 21+. triggering content.

                                               FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK.

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ ascotwearing‌.

he raises his hands with a quiet laugh.  ❛  sorry - i didn’t mean to.  ❜  he promises, settling into the booth across from him. his question makes fred raise a brow before he nods, folding his hand across the table.  ❛  did you want to see a resume ? i mean.. i don’t have one, but i can do a quick google search of myself and bring up some of my work.  ❜

there’s a long pause, a moment when fin thinks, wonders why the other would google himself to prove anything. and then a newspaper article pops into his head, an onscreen interview. fin leans back in his seat with an exasperated chuckle. ‘you’re fred jones, huh. man, i didn’t even realize it was you,’ finley feels a bit bad about the fact, but to be fair, he didn’t have social media, and that’s how news travelled around, these days. finley shakes fred’s outstretched hand, even though that might not be what it was there for. ‘i’m- dude, i’m sorry, i take it all back. you’re a legend,’

[slashaer-deactivated20210822]

                    no one to call, everybody to fear. your tragic fate is looking so clear.

                         independent horror villain multi muse. 21+. triggering content.

                                               FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK.

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ derrydeadtm‌.

‘ i kinda prefer mad men, y’know? ‘cause they ain’t got fangs an’ claws and the ability to fuckin’ float, man, they’re just nutjobs that, you can stab or somethin’. easy t’ kill. y’know? not like vampires! god forbid ‘yer off by a millimeter and bam, you’re on the wrong end’a the fork buddy. ’

charlie feels strongly about all spooky things, because he dislikes all spooky things. not that anyone’s introduction to this world is kind and pleasant, but damn does it continue to unsettle him. plopping down on the nearest soft surface, he lets out a sigh, one that’s notably shaky.

‘ i wanna be like you already, man. you’re so … unphased, by all’a this. ’ 

‘if you’re more into killing men than monsters, i think you’re in the wrong profession,’ he’s busied himself by cleaning his pistol, looking through the rounds to makes sure it was full. ‘maybe you should be a serial killer. or’a cop,’ it’s partly a joke, but he’s barely smiling when he says so. spinning the holder, he closes his gun, slings it around his finger, and tucks it into its normal place at the back of his belt, before looking back at charlie with a raised brow. ‘it’s not always good to be ‘unfazed’. i mean, look at me- i’m so unfazed by the supernatural that i’m dumb enough to run into situations i shouldn’t just for a video,’ fin gives a shrug, whipping the rag over his shoulder to let it rest. ‘you should be cautious, but brave. it’s a good middle.’

[huntedvideo-a]

follow my new horror blog @slashaer .

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ shedetect‌.

     𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜, relief rushes through her in one big gust, a sigh escaping her as she collapsed onto the ottoman near the couch. her head tilts at the latter question, blinding several times. “this is where you think you’ll end up when you die?” she wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult, but it was certainly a question brought about my a healthy amount of fear and confusion. “you’re definitely not dead.” thank god. the last thing nancy needed was a dead body to explain. 

     “you’ve been out for a couple hours,” she answers finally, waving him down and reaching over to pick up the bottle of water that was sweating on the side table, prepared for this moment. “i have aspirin, too, if you want it,” she tells him as she offers it up, lid removed and tucked into her fist. “i have to ask, fin… did you get hit by a truck? kidnapped? i mean, it’s been…” too long for this to be casual. too long for her to not ask. “it’s been a long time.” 

he really wants to answer that question. the problem is, he has no idea how to. finley’s memory remains blurry. the last thing he remembered was a case in texas, and then... nothing. knowing that the southern case was 2 and a half months ago, according to the calendar hanging on the wall, he had quite a lot of unaccounted for time. which scared the hell out of him. more than any monster could.

he takes the water, nods for the aspirin. thinks about asking for something a little stronger than water, when she asks what might have happened to him. fingers slip against the bottle as fin drinks down half, able to sit up when, and only when, he gets a large breath into his lungs. ‘nancy, i... i have no fucking idea,’ the honesty is blatant and a bit loud. you can hear the panic in his voice, but the hunter tries to keep himself calm. ‘something definitely took me. but fuck if i know what it was,’ not a who, definitely a what. fin shakes his head before glancing up at her. ‘glad i found you, detective. ‘cause i’m gonna need some help getting those memories back.’

[bloodykneestm]

james march has plans for the evening, to rope this idiot with a video camera up to his bedroom and slash his throat, pose his body publicly in the lobby as a warning to every godforsaken urban explorer and paranormal investigator who dares make a novelty of his hotel.  but first, he wants to talk to the man, perhaps make some sense of this millennial desire to lay claim to everything one puts their eyes on, so he mans the bar and greets fin as he walks in. “good evening, sir. welcome to the hotel cortez.” he says with a bright and formal smile. “might i interest the gentleman in a drink of his choice? on the house, of course.”

@huntedvideo​  / starter call!

[huntedvideo-a]

the hotel has popped up on his radar many times over the years. and not just because of the endless comments throughout his channel’s videos. from the research fin has rounded up, there’s a lot to see, a lot to learn. a lot to be scared of, mostlikely, but fin is carrying his tote bag through the front doors of the cortez as if he’s afraid of nothing. which really isn’t true, but- show no fear, feel no fear, right? that’s what the kids say?

the bell rings beneath his fingers several times, but when no one comes to the desk, fin lets himself around to the wall of keys and takes the one for room 214. there are strange smells, strange noises, as he walks down the hall, filming ancient wallpaper, doors that rattle a bit on their hinges from mysterious guests on the other side. it takes a moment to get the key just right in the lock, but soon enough, finley’s stepping into a musty hotel room, looking as if it hadn’t been redecorated since the 20′s. ‘you guys really know how t’pick ‘em,’

he unpacks, goes through the routine, then remembers the bar he might have passed. walking back that way, camera in hand, he’s offered something strong to drink by the sophisticated male behind the counter. ‘thank you, sir, perhaps i will indulge in your bottom shelf whiskey,’ fin gives a terrible british accent, pointing to something cheap. voice goes back to normal as he places is camera on the wood between them. ‘quite a place you guys’ve got here,’ definitely something, though he doesn’t lean toward good or bad. he turns the smile, despite feeling a bit uneasy. ‘how long’ve you worked here?’

[huntedvideo-a]

me, feeling spooky: horror villain/slasher multi muse.

[huntedvideo-a]

❛ joywritten‌.

     she      blinks      once,                     then    twice    and    shakes    her    head.           ❛           well,      yeah,      but    not    any    of      that.      it’s      dangerous,      okay,    and    i    don’t    want    you    to    get    hurt.           ❜

man deflates a bit, but still- if reggie needed help, than fin was there for her, regardless of whether he got to do cool spy stuff or not. ‘okay, okay, fine. tell me what’s up, cherry,’