Behind This Mask Of Hate

Ask/role play blog for Killer!Laurie Strode and Survivor!Michael Myers and their regular counterparts Mun is 17//15+ Other blog is wvvdsman

[objectofobsessivn]

Michael Myers and the Mirror

I made some uh new lore ish for the two babes. Also adding killer Michael and survivor laurie to this blog, feel free to interact with them

[horrificmemes]

Things to Do in October: Starters

Send me a symbol for a thread or drabble in which the characters…

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🍁 - go on a scenic autumn walk 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🌾 - go on a hayride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🍎 - go apple picking 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 🥕 - go to a farmer’s market 🔥 - have a bonfire 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) 🎨 - do a craft  ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 🏈 - go to a football game 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 🌳 - take a drive to see the trees ⌛ - go to an antique store 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🌄 - go hiking ☔ - go on a rainy day walk 🥨 - make snacks for a party 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 🥐 - cook some comfort food 😏 - play a scary prank 📚 - go to a library or bookstore 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together ☕ - go to a cozy cafe 📍 - sew homemade Halloween costumes 🎧 - listen to music together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🏠 - sit at home by the fireside 🚂 - go on a scenic train ride 🍂 - rake leaves 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🍷 - go to a winery/brewery ⛺ - rent a cabin for the weekend 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky vacation spot

[roleplayers-ink]

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

( adapted from dw’s heart meme. )

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

[spxtteredblade]

“This is no place for cowards”

Frank Morrison

Roleplay blog for Frank Morrrison, The Legion

[dbd-observer-deactivated2020110]

Blood Gala 2020 Prompts

I tried to write these as open as possible for responses to be written, drawn, or role-played. Please interpret as loosely as you’d like and have fun!

🍷 - your muse spiking the punch/drinking spiked punch 💃 - show off your muse’s funky fresh moves  😢 - your muse having a bad time (or comforting someone else who is having a bad time) 🎵 - what’s your muse listening to at the Gala? ◀️ - If wearing a suit, your muse in a dress. If wearing a dress, a suit  🔪 - Your muse fraternizing with the enemy 🐔 - Your muse pranking another attendee (or being pranked) 🛏️ - Your muse after the Gala is over

“I didn’t expect to see you here…” “I didn’t know you could dance.” “You can’t dance to save your life.” “You clean up well.” “Do you wanna get out of here…?” “Where did you disappear to? I haven’t seen you since the party started.” “I was hoping you wouldn’t show up.”

Make a bet and/or dare my muse to do something at the Gala Send a song for our muses to dance to together Send your muse’s best flirting attempt Your muse just had a wardrobe malfunction, what do they do?? My muse tried to kiss yours at the Gala, what now? 

[objectofobsessivn]

Nervous, very nervous. Nancy didn't expect to end up attending a gala. Especially in a place like this. But, here she was. She wanted to socialize with others, but she didn't know how to do so without saying anything embarrassing. Yet, she became curious when she noticed a figure at a corner. And her instincts pleaded for her to investigate and ask questions. With that in mind, Nancy strode over before arriving at the said corner. Without thought, she let a small and awkward, "Hi."

Laurie didn’t know why she had come to this event. Her social skills were.. much less than great and her violent tedencies didn’t make it any easier to socialize and make friends with the other guests at this.. what was it galled. Party? Gala.. gala! She guessed she must have went when she realized her darling brother would have been there, this event could bring them closer again. Right? She didn’t have a weapon, other than the glass sticking from her shoulder. This event could finally bring them closer and end a decade long sibling rivalry. She smiled to herself underneath the mask as she thought of the idea of getting to know her brother again. Her smile quickly faded when her thoughts turned grim.. why why couldn’t she think straight? She didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Laurie was snapped back into reality by the sound of a females voice. Laurie looked up at her and squinted with her one good eye at the smaller female. She gave a small head tilt, why was she speaking to her? Why would anyone speak to her. Was it her face, they couldn’t see her face.. it wasn’t her face, right? She shifted uncomfortably, she wanted Nancy to stop staring at her. “…wh-what do you want?” She croaked out, with how little she spoke it had always surprised Laurie to hear her own voice. How gravely and quiet it had gotten. She missed hearing her old voice, when it was so full of life.

[wheelersjournalism-deactivated2]

It felt customary, yet felt more instinctive, but Nancy bowed at the other. Tightly, clutching the golden hems of her new suit while doing so. To admit, she did like the cosmetic gifted to her. When she first got it, Nancy marveled at it non-stop. It suited Nancy so much as if destined to wear something so beautiful. 

The soft and fresh fabric felt like she was holding a blanket. The gold necklace, along with the hair tie in the form of a crown, was reminiscent of the jewelry and hair accessories she wore whenever she wanted to fancy herself. If not clear, Nancy felt like this outfit would be something she would wear while still residing in Hawkins,

Nancy shook her head a little, snapping out of her trance. Oh god, she was daydreaming in front of someone again. An awkward and tender smile curled onto Nancy’s lips. She glanced up at the ceiling briefly, putting her words together before connecting her gaze with the taller girl again. 

“Hi! I saw you standing here, and uh, I was wondering if you’re alright?” She questioned, scratching her neck to tame the pit of anxiousness in her stomach. “Oh- And!” Nancy stuck out her hand, “I’m Nancy Wheeler, in case you’re wondering!“ 

[objectofobsessivn]

Laurie watched as the smaller female fiddled and messed with her clothing. Laurie had to admit she was jealous of her clothing.. while Nancy had been blessed with beautiful and new clothing, all Laurie could get was an old and torn wedding dress from god knows how long ago.

Laurie’s face soured as she continued to analyze Nancy’s outfit. She wasn’t.. exactly sure but it seemed like something Annie would have loved to wear. She couldn’t tell if that theory was making her sad or angry. Laurie once more looked down at her own dress, analyzing the dried blood on the sleeves and the torn front of the dress which revealed her legs. She hated it when her legs were revealed. Everyone could see millions of little scratches scabs and scars that covered her legs. It made her insecure. She looked back up at Nancy as she introduced herself.

“…Nancy..?” Annie. Laurie’s mind desperately wanted to believe it was Annie. She stared at ‘Annie’s’ hand and slowly took it, gripping it tightly as she shook it. “..Cynthia-“ she paused and furrowed her brow. “Laurie. Strode..” why couldn’t she remember her own name? Well she did remember it but it wasn’t the name her new parents gave her.

[wheelersjournalism-deactivated2]

The awkwardness was a strong factor, remaining on her smile as she looked at the taller lady in front of her. The blood on the other girl’s dress was a bit nerve-wracking if she was being honest. She’d seen blood plenty of times, but it still felt unsettling to look like. The tears weren’t bad, she felt rather sympathetic about it. How she had been dressed in something so lovely while she was given an old dress with rips and blood. A part of her just wanted to trade their outfit

For the mask? It wasn’t that intimidating. Maybe from afar, it was, but up close she found it rather adorable? Was that the right word? Maybe amusing? Amusing sounds like a word that fits more on the bitter side. It was a combination of both, well, maybe? Amusingly adorable? That was probably it. Whatever the right word was, she felt exactly like that.

Embracing past how nervous she was, Nancy smiled as she processed the newfound information. Laurie. That was a neat name. She had known a Laurie if she recalled correctly. Maybe a couple more if she took the time to ponder through the depths of her thoughts. Her journalist instincts wanted to pry why she corrected herself when she said, “Cynthia,” but this was most likely not the right time.

“It’s nice to meet you, Laurie.” Keeping a firm but gentle grasp on Laurie’s hand as she shook it. Once the handshake was over, she let her hand slip away from Laurie’s hand slowly. Fiddling with a strand of her chocolate locks, Nancy darting her eyes around the nearby area. “If you don’t mind me asking…” She hummed, “Why were you standing near the corner? Not saying its a bad thing, of course. It’s just, there are also lots of other things here.”

[objectofobsessivn]

Laurie could feel her eyes on her, it was making her uncomfortable. She hated feeling like she was being judged for things that were out of her control, it wasn’t her fault the dress had come very bloodied and it wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t stand the sight of her own face anymore. She tried to stand it when first applying makeup to her face but no matter how hard she tried, her face made her feel sick to her stomach. She was getting frustrated and started to fidget with her own hands to distract herself. Laurie followed Nancy’s eyes as she analyzed her dress and mask. She frowned deeply and furrowed her eyebrows underneath the mask. She gulped nervously and opened her mouth, hoping she could get any words out. “S-Stop.. Stop looking at me!” She hadn’t meant to yell as loudly as she did but there was no taking that back anymore. She started fidgeting with her hands more recklessly and started to peel off the bandages that covered her hands. “I’m standing.. I-In a corner so you don’t look at m-me!” Her voice was once again too loud and she turned away from Nancy to look at the wall. The wall was more comforting and less.. Judging. 

[therpmemes]

                                    moodboard meme

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

❤  for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse 

💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life

💕  for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships 

👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation

[loisnclark]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

    do   you   want   a   certain   kind   of   ship   with   my   muse  ?   check   out   the   key   below   &   send   me   a   symbol   to   tell   me   what   kind   of   ship   you   want   !     note  :    my   muse   =   blog   owner’s   muse     /     your   muse   =   sender’s   muses

romantic relationships !

💘  friends to lovers ❣️  enemies to lovers 💜  love at first sight 💙  slow burn 💚  skinny love 💔  exes to lovers again 🖤  on again , off again

familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse 🗡   bullied my muse 🔫   bullied your muse ⚔️   family feud 🛠   fueds between mutual friends ❌   guilty by association

[objectofobsessivn]

Nervous, very nervous. Nancy didn't expect to end up attending a gala. Especially in a place like this. But, here she was. She wanted to socialize with others, but she didn't know how to do so without saying anything embarrassing. Yet, she became curious when she noticed a figure at a corner. And her instincts pleaded for her to investigate and ask questions. With that in mind, Nancy strode over before arriving at the said corner. Without thought, she let a small and awkward, "Hi."

Laurie didn’t know why she had come to this event. Her social skills were.. much less than great and her violent tedencies didn’t make it any easier to socialize and make friends with the other guests at this.. what was it galled. Party? Gala.. gala! She guessed she must have went when she realized her darling brother would have been there, this event could bring them closer again. Right? She didn’t have a weapon, other than the glass sticking from her shoulder. This event could finally bring them closer and end a decade long sibling rivalry. She smiled to herself underneath the mask as she thought of the idea of getting to know her brother again. Her smile quickly faded when her thoughts turned grim.. why why couldn’t she think straight? She didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Laurie was snapped back into reality by the sound of a females voice. Laurie looked up at her and squinted with her one good eye at the smaller female. She gave a small head tilt, why was she speaking to her? Why would anyone speak to her. Was it her face, they couldn’t see her face.. it wasn’t her face, right? She shifted uncomfortably, she wanted Nancy to stop staring at her. “…wh-what do you want?” She croaked out, with how little she spoke it had always surprised Laurie to hear her own voice. How gravely and quiet it had gotten. She missed hearing her old voice, when it was so full of life.

[wheelersjournalism-deactivated2]

It felt customary, yet felt more instinctive, but Nancy bowed at the other. Tightly, clutching the golden hems of her new suit while doing so. To admit, she did like the cosmetic gifted to her. When she first got it, Nancy marveled at it non-stop. It suited Nancy so much as if destined to wear something so beautiful. 

The soft and fresh fabric felt like she was holding a blanket. The gold necklace, along with the hair tie in the form of a crown, was reminiscent of the jewelry and hair accessories she wore whenever she wanted to fancy herself. If not clear, Nancy felt like this outfit would be something she would wear while still residing in Hawkins,

Nancy shook her head a little, snapping out of her trance. Oh god, she was daydreaming in front of someone again. An awkward and tender smile curled onto Nancy’s lips. She glanced up at the ceiling briefly, putting her words together before connecting her gaze with the taller girl again. 

“Hi! I saw you standing here, and uh, I was wondering if you’re alright?” She questioned, scratching her neck to tame the pit of anxiousness in her stomach. “Oh- And!” Nancy stuck out her hand, “I’m Nancy Wheeler, in case you’re wondering!“ 

[objectofobsessivn]

Laurie watched as the smaller female fiddled and messed with her clothing. Laurie had to admit she was jealous of her clothing.. while Nancy had been blessed with beautiful and new clothing, all Laurie could get was an old and torn wedding dress from god knows how long ago.

Laurie’s face soured as she continued to analyze Nancy’s outfit. She wasn’t.. exactly sure but it seemed like something Annie would have loved to wear. She couldn’t tell if that theory was making her sad or angry. Laurie once more looked down at her own dress, analyzing the dried blood on the sleeves and the torn front of the dress which revealed her legs. She hated it when her legs were revealed. Everyone could see millions of little scratches scabs and scars that covered her legs. It made her insecure. She looked back up at Nancy as she introduced herself.

“...Nancy..?” Annie. Laurie’s mind desperately wanted to believe it was Annie. She stared at ‘Annie’s’ hand and slowly took it, gripping it tightly as she shook it. “..Cynthia-“ she paused and furrowed her brow. “Laurie. Strode..” why couldn’t she remember her own name? Well she did remember it but it wasn’t the name her new parents gave her.

[objectofobsessivn]

Laurie and Michael for the bloodgala2020!

They’re hella out of their comfort zones but they’re trying their best

[objectofobsessivn]

Nervous, very nervous. Nancy didn't expect to end up attending a gala. Especially in a place like this. But, here she was. She wanted to socialize with others, but she didn't know how to do so without saying anything embarrassing. Yet, she became curious when she noticed a figure at a corner. And her instincts pleaded for her to investigate and ask questions. With that in mind, Nancy strode over before arriving at the said corner. Without thought, she let a small and awkward, "Hi."

Laurie didn’t know why she had come to this event. Her social skills were.. much less than great and her violent tedencies didn’t make it any easier to socialize and make friends with the other guests at this.. what was it galled. Party? Gala.. gala! She guessed she must have went when she realized her darling brother would have been there, this event could bring them closer again. Right? She didn’t have a weapon, other than the glass sticking from her shoulder. This event could finally bring them closer and end a decade long sibling rivalry. She smiled to herself underneath the mask as she thought of the idea of getting to know her brother again. Her smile quickly faded when her thoughts turned grim.. why why couldn’t she think straight? She didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Laurie was snapped back into reality by the sound of a females voice. Laurie looked up at her and squinted with her one good eye at the smaller female. She gave a small head tilt, why was she speaking to her? Why would anyone speak to her. Was it her face, they couldn’t see her face.. it wasn’t her face, right? She shifted uncomfortably, she wanted Nancy to stop staring at her. “...wh-what do you want?” She croaked out, with how little she spoke it had always surprised Laurie to hear her own voice. How gravely and quiet it had gotten. She missed hearing her old voice, when it was so full of life.

[bloodgala]

Blood Gala Discord

Come join in on the fun at the Blood Gala discord!

https://discord.gg/EAwMcvf

[ejstrunck]

just some fanart for @objectofobsessivn !! I love his swapped micheal/laurie sm

[the-bastard-entity]

@objectofobsessivn [Laurie/The Mirror]

“You are not the best of the killers, aren’t you?” The mirror heard a rhetorical question and noticed an unwanted guest sitting comfortably in one of the chairs. He must have been expecting her return, for he had watched the front door aware that this is the building she would return to after her trial. The Entity’s golden eyes almost seemed to glow in the shadow that was cast over his face, which together with a faint grin could have given the impression of a predator waiting for its prey.

“But I will be kind this time, considering how you hold great potential. And it might just be the case that you simply need someone to guide you, to motivate you with some punishments and rewards.” The Bastard was aware that approaching Laurie was dangerous, especially when she just returned from a trial, but he had done so regardless, stepping closer with each spoken word. “I can offer you just that. If you are interested of course.”

[objectofobsessivn]

The mirror had been arriving back to Haddonfield after a trial. She wanted to escape the thoughts of blood and gore, she wanted to feel normal. She wanted to go home.. the sanitarium would be better than this hell. What had she done to deserve this? Stupid question. She had done a lot to deserve this, first it was judith. Than it was her many friends and other innocent people she didn’t even know.. it was almost killing her brother. Once back in Haddonfield, Laurie went back to the memory of her home..that’s all it was. A memory, maybe she was really dead. She had to be right? Sam loomis shout her dead. He must have.. why would she be here if she was alive? Maybe this was all a dream. She hoped she would wake up from this impossible nightmare.

Laurie was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of the entity’s voice. She snapped her head towards the man speaking to her. She grimaced underneath the mask, seeing him so comfortable in her home made her sick. This place made her feel empty. She didn’t know how to describe it, maybe it was anger? Sadness. Emptiness? It could have been all. Laurie wouldn’t know, she never had the best understanding and control of her emotions. Laurie only frowned deeper as he countinued to speak, mentioning the idea of punishment and reward.. What was he trying to say to her. He couldn’t be trying to get her to kill for him, right? No thats ridiculous. He couldnt be that stupid.. what makes him think she would kill for anyone other than Judith. Judith guided her, not this.. joke of a man.

Laurie tilted her head, encouraging him to continue speaking. She was excited to see what other bullshit he’d pull out of his mouth.

[hvpefulsvngbird]

Kate Denson

Kate Denson

Kate Denson Kate Denson . BASICS . LEGAL NAME: Kaitlyn Marsh Denson NICKNAME(S): Kate BIRTH DATE: February 17 1990 AGE

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZvK1zgunQQT1tx1ym8cQ6045jV5txcQpW-9XQyMooC0/edit

Yuh. Uh feel free to interact!

[vigilvnte]

John Edward “Jed” Olsen.