* 𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔢 / 𝔧𝔢𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔢𝔰 !

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hello i’m here! just gimme a few minutes to gather my bearings bc i fucked off for like a day BUT i’m super excited for splatterhouse so if you want something with elvie, jinx, or ace then please lmk!

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elvie croft for splatterhouse ;;

“movies don’t create psychos ; movies make psychos more creative.”

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@sydbelcourt: @witchcroft: 😕 i thought this wasn't a costume party

@witchcroft: @sydbelcourt you're saying there are parties that /aren't/ costume parties?

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@witchcroft: can't wait to see everyone's costume!

[hoekeery]

Joe Keery on the The Interview Show (x)

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philcmena‌: 

“i’ve never owned the washington post,” she stated - brows knitted together in slight confusion for a moment before smoothing back out, small smile twisting at the corners of her mouth at his reply - she tossed her leg over the side of the branch she’d been sitting on, wiggling out of her parka to lay across it like a sloth, cheek pressed against the cold bark as she stared down at elvie, “knock knock knock,” philly began - then, without waiting for a reply, “you’ve evaded your taxes for too long, mr. croft.”

          elvie took a small step backwards as up above him, philly shifted in the tree. he always hopes that she doesn’t fall, because there’s absolutely no way that he would be able to catch her if she did. “uh..." elvie tilted his head to match the angle of philly’s. “...who’s there?” he wasn’t sure if there was a point to asking, since she went right ahead with the joke without waiting for him to do so, but he didn’t know what else to say. “i have ?” 

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campbellwillow‌: 

Willow blinked in surprise at how quickly the person in front had gone from upset to smiling, calling her a jerk— who called people jerks anymore?— to asking if she was okay. It practically gave her whiplash, and definitely left her a little speechless. “I’m fine,” she said after a second, her words clipped to hide the blip in her thinking. “But you should probably learn how to get better at watching where you’re going to avoid more of…” She gestured towards their ruined clothes as she trailed off, using it to fill in the blank. “It has to be expensive having to replace your entire wardrobe constantly because of spilled coffee stains.”

          elvie receives a lot of...nonplussed reactions from people, even those who meet him under less jarring circumstances. he doesn’t get it, but he doesn’t always notice it, anyway. "well, i don’t constantly bump into people who are holding coffee or other stain - able substances that spill on me,” he pointed out, “it just happens every once in a while and besides, i never really liked this shirt that much anyway.” it was black with the classic ghostbusters logo plastered across the front, now drenched in boiling hot coffee that was sure to stain. “i really want the one where the ghost glows in the dark,” he pointed to the design on his shirt as he explained.

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dawsonsfall‌: 

August just stared at the novelty lighter for a second, the bright green and blue standing out starkly against the falling snow. The other seemed proud of it, brandishing it out like it was a work of art or an expensive piece of jewelry for all to admire. In return, he offered a small smile, bringing his cigarette back to his lips and taking a long drag, holding it there as long as possible before exhaling. 

“I can say with reasonable certainty I’ve seen nothing like it.” He paused, taking another drag - shorter than before. “You know...I’ve never seen Scooby doo in any iteration. Does it live up to its cult classic status?” 

          satisfied, elvie tucked the lighter back into his jacket pocket and took out a chocolate twizzler next. as per his usual routine, he had reached for a few pieces to nibble on throughout the day as he was rushing out of his dorm in noland. “right ?” also in accordance with his usual behavior, elvie began gesturing excitedly with the piece of licorice as he spoke. “wait.”

          his dark gaze went wide, mouth falling open and twizzler in his grasp going completely still. “you’ve never seen scooby - doo ?” he struggled with the new piece of information for several reasons but blurted out the one that bothered him most. “but you look like fred ! all you’re missing is an ascot and the keys to my van.” a turquoise monstrosity painted to be an exact replica of the famous mystery machine, coincidentally.

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cherieamcur‌: 

     allie nodded with enthusiasm. “yeah. i’ll ask my grandparents if they’ll let us crash at their old place. they still have it for when they come visit my dad.” she said, excited about this new plan they’d come up with. “yeah. drive ins are awesome !” she said with a chuckle, sitting up against the tree as well. the girl nudged him and laughed – his impression of ghostface was really good. “as if you don’t already know !!” the girl exclaimed, smile still bright. 

          she’s his best friend, but sometimes elvie is surprised when allie agrees to hang out with him. she seems so agreeable, like asking her out on a date shouldn’t be so nerve - wracking that he never quite manages to get the words out whenever he tries. “i do know,” he confirmed with a grin, “if...if the drive - in isn’t playing scream, i have it.” elvie jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the nearby noland building. “so, you know, we could...still watch it. together. if you wanted.” he sounded like he always did when he seized an opportunity to ask her out on a date only to jump ship halfway through the attempt, polished off with a shrug and his bashful gaze falling to the ground.

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[ofontaines]

『JACOB ELORDI ❙ CIS MALE』 ⟿ looks like ACE FONTAINE is here for HIS SENIOR year as a MECHANICAL ENGINEERING student. HE is 22 years old & known to be PROACTIVE, ENTERPRISING, REFRACTORY & TEMERARIOUS. They’re living in PERKINS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ SAM. 23. EST. SHE/HER.

aw shit here we go again hello i’m sam and i also write for elvie ( @ofcrofts​ ) and jinx ( @ofjinxs​ ). it’s been a minute since i created an all new character, but i’ve had this idea in my head for a while and i’m really excited so please message me if you would like to plot!

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dawsonsfall‌: 

@radopens​

August had fifteen minutes to smoke before his next lecture and he planned to use every second, taking comfort in the familiar action of lighting his cigarette, the warmth from the tiny flame a stark contrast to the frigid air. He’d always hated how easily the smell of smoke clung to his clothes, to his skin. He hated how it lingered on his breath even after mints and chewing gum. And still...he couldn’t quit. He was a slave to his anxiety, to his paranoia, to the nicotine he relied on for some kind of relief. 

“You need a light?” He asked, the footfalls of a fellow student made evident by the crunching of snow. It had been coming down sparsely all morning and had only just started to stick, coating the dull concrete in a layer of white that made the otherwise dreary morning almost blindingly bright. 

          elvie’s class had started about ten minutes ago. some boring lecture, several hours long with the professor who keeps telling him to get a haircut in the same monotonous voice that just goes in one ear and floats right out through the other. he doesn’t even smoke cigarettes, but he was in no rush whatsoever to get to class. 

          he shook his head at the offer, reaching into the pocket of his vintage members only jacket and pulling out an object he brandished with a proud grin. “nah, check it out.” in his hand was a beloved possession: a lighter shaped like the mystery machine. “cool, right? got it from this head shop back home. it only works, like, half the time but i love it so much that i don’t even give a shit.”

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philcmena‌: 

“hello there!” called down philly, perched particularly high up in a particularly tall tree, branches mostly barren from the past winter. her shoes had been forgotten by the tree’s trunk, only wool socks keeping her shielded from the cold now, legs dangling off of the branch she’d been perched on. her parka was torn, shreds of it stuck to other twigs and sticks, the very back of it hooked to another branch - stuck. philly was stuck. bound to be one with the trees, maybe forever, though she hadn’t looked particularly bothered by it. she hadn’t looked like anything in general - face blank and bare, except for the tinge of red at the tip of her nose. “would you like to hear a knock-knock joke?”

          elvie flung his head back, chin tilted upwards and startled gaze scanning the treeline as a disembodied voice floated down to him from above. his first thought was that it must be god, so he called out his name. “hitchcock ? is that y — oh. phil graham.” he realized that there was a person sitting in the tree when he spotted dangling legs and the tip of a nose tinted vivid red, but it was the question that immediately gave away her identity. “absolutely knock,” he said, grinning at his second pun of the conversation. “just kidding. go ahead.” 

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cherieamcur‌: 

     allie listened to elvie as he talked about the devil’s tree – she loved to listen to his crazy stories and whacky theories, and allie would sometimes catch herself thinking about what it would be like if they just up and packed, then rode off to see all of these places he talked about, not caring about school or parents or drama. just them, together, in the mystery machine. but of course, this was too good to be true. and it would be too good for her. “yes !! we should go check it out.” allie said, pushing away these thoughts. “right.” allie laughed. “we should look for a drive-in theater, perhaps there’s one around that screens horror movies. it’d be cool to go, don’t you think ?”

         he never needs much convincing when allie is involved. he’s a total sucker for the dark hues and her laugh, his insides fluttering like a stampede of mothmen when he hears it. “guess our spring break plans are all sorted, then.” elvie peeled himself off of the grass and sat up against the tree, head lolling towards her. “yeah ?” he lifted a brow, curious and surprised. “what would you wanna see ?” elvie struggled to keep a smirk off of his face as he lowered his voice, a near - perfect impression of ghostface from scream produced only after years and years of practice. “what’s your favorite scary movie ?” as if he didn’t already know.

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