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Peter Solarz
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@killerclay
( & ; highschool plots:
i’m the star qb of the football team and you’re the cute bookworm that’s in my chem class and we ended up being partners but wow, your eyes are gorgeous au
i’m known as the basket case that’s always being picked on but even though the football players are picking on me, you’re standing up for me anyway & yes i would like to eat lunch with you au
your sister is throwing this huge sleepover in your basement and as i look around your kitchen for snacks you come down the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of low sweatpants
yes you’re my best friend’s little sister but ever since i kissed you at a party i can’t get you out of my head au
my friends dared me that i couldn’t get you to go on a date with me but i’m going to keep bugging you until you say yes. bonus: you find out about the dare but i realize i like you
hey kid pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend to make my ex jealous au
you’re that class clown that finds me in the back of the library bawling my eyes out because my boyfriend/girlfriend just dumped & shit stop making me laugh i’m supposed to be sad
did someone, like, promo me or something? ‘cause i haven’t really been around lately and suddenly there are a bunch of new faces omg hi hello ily let’s do some rp stuff friends ♥
——since the begin of the chaotic explosion of events, Eddie had made himself right at home within the fetid walls of the asylum. he was happy here; content. as long as the prospective wives kept coming. and at first there was a steady flow of them but that river of death became a slow trickle. like cattle their numbers had been shorn; they were dwindling. a few scattered ones would drop into his lap like this little morsel unwittingly placed upon his table.
"now now darling, if you could only…bleed less.." came the exasperated sigh as dull blade sunk into flesh, peeling away the skin around his groin. "..this would be much easier for the both of us. you must endure the pain…! before we can both be pleasured."
agonized screams continued as he flayed the man alive until he paused in mid cut, brow raising. so entrenched in his actions he hadn’t heard the other enter. a willing bride? so rare!
"my dear! if you would only.. wait your turn i’m sure this one will be done soon." the tip of his blade was pointed towards the newcomer. blood drenched, dripping with gore and chunks of flesh. "unfortunately this one is mine though love isn’t for everyone you see, i’m not sure if they’ll be able to handle my ardor. it’s a good thing you’ve come along!"
Familiar sounds had greeted him upon entering the place, other than the voice he’d been searching for; screams, metallic clangs tenderly cuddling against splayed flesh. He enjoyed those sounds, almost feeling a twang of envy, having not caused the suffering that was more than apparent. He’d wasted no time to make himself known, deliver such flowery language to the man that held his target captive. However, there was no sincerity behind them; he’d like to have the maggot back, and fully intended to reclaim it. Whether force needed to be necessary, however, was completely up to this stranger.
“Done? Excuse me?” Had he heard that correctly? First, letting the man escape, and now being completely stolen? It was more than enough of a reason for his eyes to lock onto the other. an almost greedy need for retribution, his legs leading him right into the room. Fearless. Before he could let another comment at the other, show him exactly what he thought of his theft, he noticed the gurgling mess upon the table, and paused. Sure, the cuts were different in method, the effect was largely the same. Clay reached out, gently touching the gashes. “This was to be m i n e, you see; I worked hard to track the little whelp down....but you’ve done an excellent job teaching it just where it belongs. For that,” Clay murmured, his tone resembling a loving admiration as his blood-tipped fingers stroked the dying flesh, “I may be able to let this one go. However, I still expect collateral for my trouble.”
Bloody Dark AUs
Killer Couple; This is not your average love story. They were young, they were dumb, and they were psycho. It started out with the killing of her/his parents. They didn’t want them together, so the old folks had to go. After that, there was a thrill inside them. They wanted to do it again.
Nightmare: Constantly haunted by nightmares, muse A is starting to see things in reality. Horrible images of things that don’t seem to go away. Muse B sees that there is something wrong and offers their help. But Muse A is scared, all the images are starting to tell them to kill Muse B. It’s clear the nightmares are starting to take control.
Horror Film: Just like in a horror film, a group of teenagers go out to a cabin/party for some fun. They don’t intend to do anything right and want to make all the wrong choices. But the fun is cut short when they notice they’re is an unwanted guest who is hacking off everyone in ways no one should see. All they have to do is survive the night. But that’s not going to be easy.
Beast: Muse A is cursed, forced to turn every full moon. They become a beast unable to control. Because of this they’re isolated themselves. They’re world came crashing down when the beast killed someone (Sister/brother/mother/lover/etc/). But, Muse B stumbles upon Muse A and is curious and stuck. All Muse A can do is try not to get close in fear they’re die too.
It’s more of this give and take. It’s just a game. He’s u s i n g her. She knows that. It hurts but the moments like this made her f o r g e t.
“Worm? That’s not what you called me l a s t night…”
She hums, her fingers moving to take his shapely face in her hands and kiss him as hard as she can. Feeble but effective.
“No? Then you’ve still got a lot to learn, don’t you?”
He would have carried on with his little escapade, previous night momentarily forgotten, but her lips decided to have their own dance with his own. He inhaled, slightly taken off guard, before letting his fingers entwine with her hair, pulling roughly to put forward whatever dominance he believed he had.
“S h o w me, then, how you differ from the other worms.” Said between breaths that she took from him, he let himself fall back into routine. Paid sport without money, she’d better consider herself lucky.
Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the cigarette when she moved into view, looking over at Clay with a slightly angry look on her face, “What did I say about smoking in here?” The tiny woman remarks while placing her basket of things down behind the counter before ushering Annie over to one of the other chairs there in her sitting area.
Peeved by the smoking, she waved her hand from side to side and huffed lightly, looking sweetly to her friend while gesturing to the man sitting across from them, “Annie…This is Clay. Clay—Annie. She’s my friend here. My only friend.” The words were full of sincerity as she introduces the two, the slight undertone of wanting his obedience also evident in her voice, “I figured since you were here visiting for the day that…I’d just introduce you two.” She wanted to snatch that thing from his mouth, jaw clenching slightly, “Darling would you kindly put that thing out? Please?”
Already, Annie was wondering if she could possibly come up with an excuse to get out of this situation. It was written all over his face what he thought of her- which was exactly what most people thought: that she was weak, pathetic, c r a z y. Why would she want to be around someone like that? She had Finnick, and Mags, and her sister, and now Anthea- why involve herself with someone like this? A killer? It wasn’t occurring to her that her love was indeed a killer, as well. It never occurred to her. Eyes on the floor, she didn’t comment about the smoking. It was disgusting to her, as well, but she didn’t comment- it wasn’t her place to. Clearly, it was Anthea’s, however.
When Anthea spoke to her again, her eyes drifted back up to look at him. Clay? That was it. Clay Woodland. She knew of him. As frightening as he was, she gave him a kind smile, murmuring a hello as her fingers stopped, just for a moment. It was as though he was from a different planet. “Or- Or we could go outside, I mean, if you don’t want to stop?” She offered, to make everyone happy, though she sort of blurted out the words. Anthea didn’t seem afraid, though.
“You also said that you would be quick,” he quirked an eyebrow, taking extra care to pull from the cigarette. He was well aware of how childish it was, but the spite added onto her reaction was sweet enough for him to carry on. He gave a half smirk, scoffed, before looking back on the one she’d introduced as Annie. Downcast gaze, her faced moved so quickly between feelings of what looked like awkward discomfort to a fearful smile. Had the girl finally clued in, finally figured out just what she’d wandered into? He grinned more then; it would be so easy to kill the two of them in that moment, no time to scream or rush for help. Those that feared were always the most satisfying to deliver.
He’d wanted nothing more than to continue, both with fantasizing and smoking, but inhaled as he put the nearly finished butt into the nearest bowl. At least he’d gotten to enjoy it, before having to subject himself to her ‘only friend’ stint. “I couldn’t care less what happens; I’ve only a day here before I’m required to end another life back in the Capitol.” As he finished the sentence, his eyebrows shot up; heavy implications thrown, though he didn’t completely cross watever boundary she’d subjected him to; why on earth was he allowing himself to be this pathetic? Hopefully, some sort of fearful answer from her would make it at least somewhat enjoyable.
There’s still no sign of desperation in your eyes Love me, you know, love you How much do you love me?
killerclay
“I don’t see why you have to leave. Can’t you stay for just a few moments more? P l e a s e…?” She shouldn’t be begging him. But GOD is she ever making it harder for herself to let him go. Even if he is pure e v i l.
“Because I’ve better things to do, than to entertain the whims of a simple Capitol worm.”
He’d let himself get attached, let her latch on in ways so many others could not, yet the insults still came so easily. Could he ever even come close to r e s p e c t i n g a stylist, for all they did? Still, the bed was far too comfortable, those poor souls could wait their turn.
“Give me more reason to stay, my dear, and we shall see.”
Arm and arm with the young woman in the market, Anthea decided to close shop for the day and have a day her herself and her new friend. Pointing out various things, she turned to Annie and gave a light smile, “So…I need to just go by the shop for a bit but—there’s someone there I’d like for you to meet.”
Anthea could remember the conversation that she had with him the day before, “Behave…” Would be the word that echoed through her mind. Would he? She hoped.
It was nice to have a friend when Finnick was away, to say the least. Whenever Mags was busy dealing with the other victors but Annie wanted to try to stay out of her head for a few hours, all she had to do was call Anthea up. When the other girl spoke, she pulled out of her thoughts, unglazed her eyes, only to look over at her with an expression that was a mix of curiosity and wonder. “Sure,” she agreed, knowing the other woman wouldn’t let her in the presence of anyone that would make her uncomfortable- or so she hoped.
As they reached the shop, she let Anthea open the door, curiously peering inside over her shoulder. The face she saw was familiar, and not in a good way. As the door shut behind her, memories of having to watch his games flooded through her mind, and her fingers fiddled in her hair, as they always did when she was nervous- tying knot, after braid, after knot again.
A cloud of toxins leaked, poured from parted lips; how long had he been kept waiting? He could think of countless other things he’d much rather be doing, rather than idly wait around of something such as this. Many left to suffering, much learning to absorb; instead, he found himself leaning back into the chair, at the back of the...q u a i n t shop she ran in her spare time. Luckily for him, however, his time in District Four was short, and he’d return to his luxury soon. However, just as soon as he’d confirmed his plans upon return in his mind, the door creaked upon. The duo didn’t even file in, merely letting a frail looking girl meet his eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at her, the only movement he offered upon seeing her, only slight recognition playing in his mind. Had she some importance? She soon filed in, giving him a better look at her. Nervous fiddling, worried glances; one of his ideal descriptions for an absolutely pathetic mess. How on earth had she survived in Panem for this long? Someone obviously took pity on the girl, something he had no plans on doing. Clay allowed his eyes to move from the girl, back upon Anthea; he tilt his head to the right, mouth quirking up, as if to silently ask, Is this it? T h i s?
we must be slowing down
I hope you had a wonderful day uvu remember only a bit longer until spring break / or other holidays and the weekend is super close ;; you can do it !!
my hands slide up from your chest to stroke the nape of your neck
they make their way towards your face, I gently cup your cheeks
I twist your head and snap your neck because I cannot stand you
+ elegati | -anniecrestaodair
He’d settled himself easily into the nearest plush armchair, wasting no time to let a cigarette ignite between his fingers. Why on earth had he thought of coming here, let alone actually complying? She had wanted him to meet someone, heavily implied the weight of his obedience to the very act. It was t e d i o u s. Was he losing his touch, agreeing to someone’s command, other than the President? She had better make up for it later, lest leave herself for the consequences. The odd power struggle was amusing, enough curiosity held blue eyes upon the exit, waiting for the other two to waltz right in.
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