I 🫶 Starkid

pls it's amazing she/her 17 y'all can call me corn :]

[ihaveahyperfixationdad]

y'all....I miss...I miss rp... I miss starkid rp....

[awkward-darkness]

[ihaveahyperfixationdad]

Guys I made these bracelets a while ago and literally forgot what they even meant until like 5 minutes ago

"Do something you son of a bitch!"

"This is a no moan household!"

"Fuck Clivesdale! Fuck em straight to hell! Assholes!"

There's just one mystery bracelet and I can't remember what it means to save my life

Guys wtf does this even mean?????

[rbvcdeluxe]

i kinda wanna try to see what is it, do u have any clues of what it may be?? it would make it easier tbh. i’ll do my best with whatever you have !!

[ihaveahyperfixationdad]

Definitely Hatchetfield, probably tgwdlm. Paul maybe? Probably Paul.

[rbvcdeluxe]

any idea if it’s from a song by any chance?

[chompisanerd]

someone find out if its the scene where bill talls paul starlight theatre was blown up

[rbvcdeluxe]

yea it’s not

[ihaveahyperfixationdad]

I seriously have 0 clue at this point ough

[life-ennder]

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everyone. on christmas day, december 25th, we all search up “halloween” to make it a trending search. it would be the FUNNIEST thing ever to see halloween be a trending search on christmas day. tell all your friends, repost this, do everything you can to make sure we can do this. REBLOG AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.

[life-ennder]

we should do this again this year

[dirtysenner]

Oh hell yes

[twomanyfandomshelp]

I’m now forcing all my moots to do this

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[stargazing-with-friends]

Can we do this with Halloween as well? Like, we search "Christmas" during then.

Istg, it'll be some tnbc ahh stuff

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[whimsicalwordsmith53]

Can we do this?

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[baxstarmallow06]

yes!!!

@celestialweido

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[cannibalmushrooms-deactivated20]

@galaxys-universe

@green-001

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@thecrazyalchemist

[galaxys-universe]

YES YES YES

tagging all my moots

@bl00dy-plan3t 

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[ablndfsh]

Hallo!

[impresively-large-swan]

We must

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[possibly-evil]

@bestbeeking @myapotheosisuponme @jaydove-writes

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@fallencielo @frongle444 @finleyforevermore @cockycockroacha

@musicalfan78

[john-macnamara]

*Paul glared at the smaller body parts he'd managed to map as fitting in the man's mailbox, when he'd found out it was an apartment he was even more pissy than he had been. Normally he'd just throw the whole body on the lawn but that was fairly difficult to do without upsetting neighbours and other renters, the whole thing was just shitty. He stuffed what fingers and such he could into the mailbox along with the card reading "It's a boy!", which was technically correct, the body parts belonged to a young man. He hadn't managed to really run into the man from a few days prior, he seemed like a shut in and Paul was also normally at work, so he hoped this would suffice until he could actually properly kidnap the man. He just needed more time and information before he could do that.*

@paul-j-matthews

[In the early morning, John walks over to his mailbox. Something smells… hm, must’ve been Henry’s cat. With little notice of the smell growing as he approaches, John unlatches the door.

He’s hit with the stench of flesh rotting in a hot box in full force, incredibly glad at this moment that he lacks a gag reflex. Still, the sight alone is enough to make him sick to his stomach]

What the fuck…

[With shaky hands, John dials the police. This isn’t something he wants to deal with right now. He does snap a picture though, for later.

Once he returns inside, John sends said photo to his printer. After quickly cutting it out he pushes on the back wall of his home office, revealing a massive cork board. With a note stating “???” and a blood red pin, he adds it among the swaths of newspaper articles, old maps, and photos on the wall, all connected by a multicolored web of string]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul watched from a safe distance in his car as a couple officers pulled up to the apartment, humming as he sipped his morning coffee. He was sad to notice that the man hadn't seemed to have read the little gender reveal card but seeing him pale at discovery of what he'd planted had been fairly fun. What he found most interesting though, was that he'd taken a photo? Eh, whatever. Didn't particularly matter, all he needed to do was wait for when he finally left the apartment, after all, Paul wasn't going to just kidnap him in broad daylight. No, he'd do this professionally, drug him in his sleep or something along those lines.*

[john-macnamara]

[A few hours later, John leaves the apartment to head to the base. There’s some things he can’t do at home.

He gets into his jeep and begins driving, a hand on his gun just in case. This morning made him twitchy]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul watched as the car zipped off and hopped out of his own, he made sure his car was close enough that he could carry the beefy beast of a man he was planning on abducting long enough to get him in the backseat. He had planned on picking the lock but after the first three he was getting fairly annoyed, he did the next best thing and hopped thorough a window. Sure, he might've been bleeding a bit from the glass, but still, better than sitting through another four locks. Fuck that.

He wasn't sure when John would get home so he took his chances, looking around the living space. It was clean, Paul liked that. It was a bit soulless, sure, plain, but oh well, it's not like he had to know exactly what went on in this man's life to kidnap him. What caught his eyes was the conspiracy board, it was very funny to look at, the lack of details within it and such but also very interesting considering to him John was just a guy. A weird guy, but still just a guy.

When he'd finished inspecting this man's home he got bored, cleaning up the glass off the floor and closing the blinds of the window so the lack of a pane was less noticeable. With that he double checked he had his syringe, his pills, and the chlorophorm rag just in case of them failed for some reason before going to find a small spot to wait in for the man to get home.*

[john-macnamara]

[John gets home around three, immediately clocking that something’s off. When he opens the door, he scans the room before entering. That rug’s not where it normally is. There’s a small shard of glass on the hardwood. If he listens very closely, he hears breathing.

Still leaving the door open —an easy escape if it comes to that— he enters the home with his gun pulled out and pre-loaded.]

Owen? I know you like breaking in, but normally you don’t destroy my windows.

[He calls out, hoping that it’s just his friend being a dick]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul obviously didn't respond, silently grabbing both the rag in one hand and the syringe in the other just in case. He held his breath awkwardly, he had pretty much one shot at this considering how generally strong that man looked. He was in the bathroom, door just slightly ajar so he could look through the crack where the hinges met. His gaze flicked around in the dim lit rooms within the apartment, nerves on edge.*

[john-macnamara]

[John walks through the apartment, searching every room. When he gets to the bathroom he stops outside the door and lights a cigarette, sighing contentedly when the smoke fills his lungs. He needs to have a clear head for this.

When he breathes out, he accidentally blows smoke right into Paul’s face. Only then does he walk into the room, back not quite turned away from the other man, but not facing him either.]

[paul-j-matthews]

*It took all of Paul's willpower not to cough before he stabbed the anaesthetic into John's neck, sure he had been a smoker when he was younger but a random burst of tobacco air still made his lungs burn. For good measure, Paul also whipped his hand around and held the rag over John's nose and mouth, struggling against the man in the last few seconds of his consciousness.*

[john-macnamara]

[Panic grips John the second he feels a needle prick his skin. Fuck. How did he not notice the person behind him? Worst case scenario he dies and comes back, but this is just a paralytic drug, they’re not doing this with the intention to simply kill him.

He feels his limbs get heavy as the person wraps around him, nose burning with the smell of chloroform shoved in front of it. Still, he’s not one to go down without a fight, and with his head being one of the few things that hasn’t become too heavy to move, he jerks it back harshly. The blast of pain in his skull is familiar, and unfortunately his motion finishes the job for the drugs, knocking him out cold. Still, he passes out with a smirk, having heard a crack in the split second before he fell unconscious]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul groaned as the cartilage in his nose was snapped out of place with the conk of the man's skull into his face. He huffed as he left John to drop to the floor, turning to look at his face in the mirror. He frowned and looked back at the unconscious man.*

You fucking suck dude.

*Paul turned back, clenching his jaw as he grabbed the mangled appendage on his face and popped it back into place with a sickening crack and a soft noise of hurt. Luckily years of physical abuse and years of boxing made this fairly easy to power through. Unfortunately his nose was still bleeding everywhere all over his clothes and the bathroom, he decided he'd deal with all the physical evidence of it later and started hauling ass out of there, dragging the very very heavy man with a good bit of struggle.*

---

*Once the muscle weighted body was finally tied up and strapped in in the back of his car it was smooth sailing, luckily no one had been out walking there dog when he was dragging the man out to the street. He sighed triumphantly as he pulled into the driveway of his old childhood home where he'd had his first ever kill. It was a hassle to get the man inside, but oh well, it was all worth it for what he was about to do to him. Maybe he'd start with breaking his nose.*

Wakey Wakey, I don't have all day, I still have to make supper.

*Paul poked the man into the ribs, well, more like jabbed him, trying to wake him up sooner so he could go home and cuddle up with his man.*

[john-macnamara]

[John wakes up while the car’s still moving, preventing himself from groaning and instead taking in his surroundings. With his eyes closed, of course, he’s no idiot. He makes sure to steady his breathing and heart rate, both to maintain the illusion of unconsciousness and keep himself calm.

He wants to snark as he’s dragged across concrete, that’s gonna leave some nasty marks, but holds his tongue for a little longer. He keeps up the act when he’s tied to the chair, and takes the jab as an opportunity to open his eyes.

John takes in his surroundings instantly, though being careful to make himself look bleary. He thrashes against the ropes, acting like he’s desperate. But really, he’s testing the weight of the chair (wood, but it’s too dense to break) and tightness of the ropes (nearly constricting his breathing).

Fuck. This guy knows what he’s doing, huh?]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul gave him a look as he struggled against the restraints, leaning on the back of a chair of his own, amused. He's obviously not privvy to the fact that John had already been awake when he had poked him, just humming softly as he stood up to full height.*

So, John, can I call you John?

*He doesn't wait for the answer.*

Listen, John, I don't have anything specific against you other than the knowledge that you slept with my soon to be fiancé, so just know this isn't as personal as it may seem.

*Paul smiled at him like they were best friends at a barbeque, glancing at the table holding all of his favourite toys. (Torture toys, you freak.)*

[john-macnamara]

[John, for a moment, is genuinely confused. Does this man not know who he is?

He raises his eyebrows at the numerous devices. This seems… excessive. Still, torture for information goes both ways. If this man, Nathan, he recognizes him, doesn’t know who John is, then John can get his information rather easily instead. Still maintaining the appearance as someone scared and drugged, he responds slowly and quietly]

Don’t believe that… Who sent you?

[He watches the man’s face, careful for any hint of deception]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul furrowed his brows at him, confused for just a moment. He thought back to the conspiracy board, was this lunatic delusional enough to think the government was coming after him for his conspiracies or something?

Paul audibly laughed, more of a cackle really. This could be fun to play around with, keeping his smile but straightening up like he was a professional as he grabbed his peeler.*

You don't need to know who sent me, all you need to know is that you shouldn't have poked your nose around in Hatchetfield.

*He was already having lots of fun with this, he really hoped this guy was a screamer, it was always so exciting.*

[john-macnamara]

[John looks skeptical. He’s acting like a professional… but he’s working from someone’s kitchen. He had the key, so it’s presumably someone he’s close to.

He was dragging a dead body across the street, not something any agency would do. Even the Lords aren’t that stupid, and PEIP has tags on movements in and out of the Black, so there’s no way this is an order from the supreme fucks themselves. Then… huh, that really is just a normal guy. Before John can stop himself from giving anything away, he starts laughing. Not the laughter of fear or a man desperately trying to wrap his head around the situation, but genuine, hearty laughter.]

Oh my god, you’re a civilian! I got captured by a fucking civilian. God, the Colonel’s going to hold this over me for years. I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Carvour either.

[He seems to be talking to himself towards the end. Only then does he notice the peeler. Now that he’s blown the mask of a scared innocent, he can at least judge the man. Starting with a peeler? That’s like going straight to sex without the foreplay. This’ll be fun, John realizes. He doesn’t have to worry about information going to another party, nor putting on an act and waiting for them to slip. He can simply sit here and relax. Get some good practice for the next time he’s tortured by a professional. Not this fucking amateur.]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul's smile dropped at the laughter, putting two and two together. He wasn't an idiot, sure, he wasn't a professional, but that didn't mean he was stupid. The fact the man addressed him as civilian implied he was some form of government agent, allowed to carry a firearm but not allowed to arrest people if they're committing a crime. Hatchetfield wasn't his jurisdiction for anything besides what he was recording on that bulletin board. So, small undercover military operative no doubt. Paul had unfortunately run into a few during his life, luckily most of them weren't very suspicious of him since he generally appeared as a pretty average man in his 30s.

Paul wouldn't be so annoyed by this man being an agent if he hadn't laughed in his face and was chatting about things he didn't give a Fuck about. Paul made a mental note to never kidnap government agents, they talk too much and are generally not fun to Fuck with.*

Oh Hardy har. Yes, very very funny. So, what agency? Small one no doubt, especially considering you got stuck in this town.

*Paul was very casual with it once the man had completely blown off his initial assumption, holding the peeler up to his knuckles.*

So full trim or just a bit off the top?

*It was a joke, metal sliding into skin and leaving partial bone and tendons exposed to the air. He listened for the reaction, delighted in the anticipation.*

[john-macnamara]

That sounds like none of your business, good sir.

[John looks obviously uncomfortable, but he keeps his cool well. There’s no noise of pain, no flinch, nothing. It’s then that Paul gets a good look at his hands. They’re scarred, heavily. There’s at least a decent chance that the sensation is at least dulled for him.]

I hate to break it to ya son, but I got a cut just a few days ago. Though I have always thought I’d look hot with a side buzz…

[He smirks, looking awful casual for a man tied to a chair. Almost as if he’s enjoying this just as much as Paul is.]

[paul-j-matthews]

*As much as the lack of reaction made Paul's hands twitch in surpressed irritation, he was actually quite enjoying the banter. It was interesting having someone play along in this way, refreshing but still insanely fucking annoying. Considering they were on the topic of haircuts or something akin to it, he thought maybe the scalp could do with a nice layer of flesh gone.*

Mm, well, don't tell anyone I'm giving out free cuts. Keep it a secret for me, not a peep, alright?

*Paul grinned at the man as he placed the bloody utensil to the edge of his hairline, starting there and pulling back hard like he was actually giving John a haircut.*

But seriously, John, none of my business? That's no fun, you say that like you're leaving here alive. Who am I gonna tell? It's not like anyone in town pays attention to you.

[john-macnamara]

[Now that, that hurts. Though it’s more the worry that his scalp will scar over than anything else. The peep comment did startle him, if only for a moment. Still, he keeps up the nonchalance rather well.]

You want to know who I work for? Well, you already said it.

[Another smirk]

You know, I think I forgot to trim my beard last night. Could you do me a favor and take care of that too?

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul rolled his eyes, the grin on his face making seem almost affectionate like he was planning on murdering this man and feeding his corpse to the nighthawks in the woods.*

Yeah don't worry about it, I'll just finish up your hair first.

*'Already said it, huh? Interesting.' Paul tried to think of what could make a dumb enough acronym for the government to pick it, peep was the only word he used out of instinct and the voices that echoed from the depths of his mind. Yeah, it was probably something dumb standing for protection or whatever. He moved to the other side of his head, trying to make it perfectly even as he lifted up the peeled line of skin and hair, holding it up like a trophy before getting back into it and starting on the other side.*

So, peep, you guys got good dental? Cause you have quite the smirk, John, if I do say so myself.

[john-macnamara]

[In a brief moment of weakness, John thinks he might cry upon seeing his scalp. He spends so damn long on his hair, he’d be devastated if these wounds stayed. But he has the odd feeling he won’t be making it out of this alive, giving his body the lucky chance to fix his hair when he recovers.]

Of course we do. I’ve personally ensured our benefits are at least equal to the risks of working for us. But this smile’s all natural, love.

[Towards the end, he sounds as if he’s flirting on a first date, not being tortured for vengeance. The guy’s cute, he won’t lie]

[paul-j-matthews]

*Paul chuckled, though he still wasn't exactly fulfilled by the slight shift of sadness in John's face. He turned the man's head side to side, showing him the other cut of fresh meat as he checks to make sure everything is even. Then he got started on the beard as requested, careful not to cut any major veins or arteries as he went over the neck, he didn't want to kill him just yet.*

Oh? Personally ensured huh? So you're a higher up? I like a guy with a steady job, and the well kept teeth are nice too.

*Paul patted the raw, skinned side of his cheek in reference to his pearly whites. He'd be lying if he said a man tied up and still being snarky wasn't his type. Unfortunately for John though, he had murder on his mind and also a hot date waiting for him when he got back home. Still, he kept the flirty air of how they were talking, it was fun.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head just enough to make it easier for Paul. It may hurt, but it’s fun in its own way. He hisses, though, when the skinned flesh is patted. It may not be horrible, but it still stings.]

And I like a guy who can help me relax when I get home. You’re already doing that quite well, cutie.

[paul-j-matthews]

*The hiss John let out was satisfying, dancing around and reverberating off his eardrums. Paul raised an eyebrow at the way he almost leaned into the touch that clearly hurt him in some way.*

Someone trained you very well, didn't they. It's very pleasing to see.

*Paul shifted his hand, giving himself more raw flesh to work with as he bent down. He let his breath graze over the torn muscle before he opened his mouth and licked over the pulsating tissue. It was metallic and salty tasting as one would expect, ridges of biology soft and squirming under his tongue. He nipped at the exposed expanse of 'inner' beauty, humming as he pulled back. Paul had always been a more intimate killer, it was what he was known for, and he'd like to keep it that way. Especially when his current toy was being so nice.*

Glad you're relaxing, I'm certainly glad to do this whenever you want. If only to see someone as handsome as you up close.

[john-macnamara]

[For the first time, John seems to lose a bit of composure. It’s not the pain, no, but the praise pulls at something deep inside his chest, a warm tug. All he can do is nod his assent.

The tongue against his flesh… he can’t say it’s not pleasurable. It’s vile, terrifying, and utterly unnatural, but isn’t that the fun of it? He’s had a bullet wound fucked before, it’s not like this is much different. And if he has to bite back something like a whimper, then who needs to know? Still, he lets that cocky grin back onto his face, and responds as normal]

I can’t say I’m free too often, I am a working man, but I can find time for pretty guys such as yourself.

[paul-j-matthews]

How sweet, you think I'm pretty?

*Paul smiled down at him just a bit more softly than he had earlier, blue eyes fluttering as he blinked and glanced down at the blood on his hands. To Paul this was pretty much peak romance, bit of flirting, bit of extreme pain, it was all quite nice, could do with more tears though.

As he turned around and his eyes landed on the sink he heard something, calling from the depths of his mind. It had been quite a while since he'd water boarded someone, and a fear of it? That could be fun. He looked back at John with a soft hum as he plugged the drain and turned on the faucet. It would take a good bit of time until it filled up enough for Paul to actually do anything to him, so he was hoping they had some more calm banter in store before he was violently torturing his lungs.*

Y'know John, you really are quite a nice guy, I can see why Ted liked you now. Shame we had to meet like this, you're such a well-behaved pet, I would've liked to keep you for longer.

[john-macnamara]

Your eyes are gorgeous. At least the way I can see ‘em. They’re blue… right?

[John keeps up the attitude, trying to keep his eyes from flickering to the running faucet. Shit.]

I appreciate the compliment, but I can’t say how long you could keep me without me going astray. It’s like keeping, say, a bald eagle as a pet. I may be gorgeous, but it doesn’t take much to claw your face off.

[The threat is poorly masked]

[uncle-wileys-toys]

'I've had better' damn. Cum connoisseur

Why the fuck would you say that to anyone?

[paul-j-matthews]

I wanna be special lemme be special!!!

-🐢

*Paul furrowed his brows, frowning.*

But you are special, darling. Everyone is beautiful and handsome and unique, just as you are. Well I'm not, I'm just trying to get my work done, but you?

*His face breaks into a soft smile as he speaks, ears dusting a light pink.*

[ruthie-fleming]

[A white spider scuttles along Ruth's bedroom wall.]

@stuckinmyweb

[She's lying on her bed, gripping a pillow close to her chest. She looks out at the sky from her bed and at the pink and orange colours the sun had cast during its last hours in the day.]

[nwqxx-deactivated20251206]

hey guys. have we ever thought about them as a ship. just saying.....

[nwqxx-deactivated20251206]

Cat Secretary/Cat Clerk as their ship name. Do yall see the vision.

[smytherines]

let him cook goddamnit

[limon-rat]

Anyone else think about how -in the timelines that she's alive- Miss Holloway probably knows exactly who the homeless man is? I like to think she helps him where she can but that's not much because even with all her power, there's not much she can do against the Bastard's Box itself.

Idk, I've been thinking about her a lot.

[catbritta]

rb if this is also playing in your head 24/7

[ihaveahyperfixationdad]

Something something Paul has had nightmares about the Trolls movies send post

[moldfucker]

i can ship ted with almost anyone if i try hard enough

[paranormaltheatrekid]

that’s truly what Ted Spankoffski would’ve wanted.

[maze-of-sweets]

For The Record Jeff In Here Is Max Jagerman. Pete And Max Were A Two In One Deal.

he even has a j on the breast pocket!!!!!!

[ebadoodles]

💿🩸 ride to hell and back 🩸💿

[ebadoodles]

💿🩸 ride to hell and back 🩸💿