ᴳᴵᴿᴸ ᴮᴱᶜᴬᴹᴱ ᵂᴼᴸᶠ ⋅

ind. horror oc. / written by c.

[plasmalust-blog]

i lowkey......wanna make a return

[rihannafenty]

[plasmalust-blog]

victim.  —  jnnifersbdy.

  ‘        CAN  YOU  NOT        ??        you’re  giving  major  freak - tarded  vibes,        you  have  zero  pep,        your  cheer  squad  sucks  rat  ass        &        it  seems  as  if  you’re  allergic  to  silicone  because  those  breasts  are        …        not  doing  it  for  you.        ’        saccharine  petals  part        &        tongue  clicks,        eyelashes  batting  themselves        &        carnage  flavoured  tusks  gritting.        she  opens  her  trap  again,        ready  to  destroy.        ‘        oh,        &        when  your        LESBIGAY        coach  thanks  my  squad  for  saving  your  squad’s  perk  -  free  asses,        just  send  a  kiss  from  me.        ’

  @plasmalust.

optics   squint,   hands   resting   on   bony   hips.   she’s   APPALLED   //   petals   detaching   in   awe   of    someone   stepping   up   to   redcreek’s   alpha   bitch.   warm   hues   are   flipped,   porcelain    —   doused   in   cardinal.   she   doesn’t   take   insults   toward   the   cheer   squad   LIGHTLY.

         ❝   some   advice    ——    try   NOT   being   such   a   c - u - n - t   !   ❞  

&   in   perfect   cheer   tone,   at   least   she’s   staying   true   to   surroundings.   ❝   the   negativity   will   damage your   skin    ——    but,   damn,   you   might   be   a   little   too   late,   doll.   ❞    interior   BURNS   in   rage,   ruby   lips   curling   -   eyes   are   wrathful.    she   finishes,   lips   now   perched,   crook   of   her   neck   slightly   bent.   a   force   to   be   reckoned   with   /   HELL   wears   lip   stick   &   a   skirt.   the   last   time   person   to   act   like   this   in   the   blonde’s   path   is   now   resting   six   feet   under!

[audreynoah]

[plasmalust-blog]

victim. — autredite !

a  knit  of  brows ,   calculative  consideration  for  the  lithe  blonde  that  bounces  about  the  crowd .   tiny ,   though  brimming  with  rage ,   something  untouched .   primal .   intrigued ,   he  is ,   though  such  spell  could  be  held  so  briefly ;   still ,   as  she  mingles  closer ,   low  snarl  of  a  tone  greets  her  where  he’s  perched  against  stone .         ❝   terrible  at  pretending  you  actually  want  anything  to  do  with  a  soul  here .   ❞     //  @plasmalust ♡’d

visage   turns,   optics   gaze   in   a   brisk    manner.   at   this   point,   she’s   piqued.   &   his   assertion   is   correct.   sudden,   though.   an   interaction   to   go    about   carefully.   paranoia   in   full   effect.   was   he   onto   the    act   ?   thoughts   rapidly    race   her    mind,   though   she’ll   keep   it   nonchalant.

              ❝   you   say   that   as   if   you    actually   want    to   be    here.   ❞

she   takes   a    read   on   him.   surely   not   the     incensed    demeanor   she   was   most   likely   permitting,   yet    he   still   didn’t    really   seem   like   the    scholastic   type.   she    takes   a   pause,   eyes   wandering,   teeth   gnawing   on    bubblegum   —   before   locating   more   to   seep    out    of    ruby    lips.   petals    curl,                      warm   hues   leaning   in.   ❝   —— you’re   not    fooling    anyone.    ❞

[r-pley]

Wait. The winner of this competition has to pick up trash? I don’t want to win this thing.

[dontmakefun-blog]

[plasmalust-blog]

like this  for a starter, yo. 

[plasmalust-blog]

histruth.   /   platinum   hues   lift   as   she   eyes   the   boy   walking   down   her   aisle.   she   views   him   as   a   target   //   soft.   easy   to   mess   with.   visage   shifts   to   a   notebook   lying   on   her   desk,   secured   -   lip smile   starting   to   form   as   she   ponders   the   new   dirt   she   has   on   him.   ❝   hey   noah,   guess   you couldn’t   find   your    ——   manhood,   after   all.   it’s   a   shame   though.   poor   girl.    but,   how   dumb   can   someone   be   to   trust   ANYONE   in   this   town   right   now?   ❞  RILEY   MARRA   IS   DEAD.   that’s   who   she’s   referencing   to,   of   course.   sure,   her   highly   inappropriate   jokes   were   uncalled   for   at   a   time    like   this,   but   how   sympathetic   could   she   act   when   the   blood   was   on   HER    hands. 

[aprilkepners-archive]

favorite outfits: brooke maddox (season 1)

[plasmalust-blog]

victim. — psvchoticbitch !

      ‘ think of this as more of a post-op, – more or less, rather than insisting for a word or two every time i see you. but, i’m wrapping up the case with a few words from redcreek’s lone survivor. wow ! forgive me if i’m being too insensitive. just the whole reporter’s atmosphere gets ahead of me, being all in depth with the story, and itching to know more. ’

the   use   of   words   catches   her   attention.   lone   survivor.   what   a   joke !   she   wants   to   release   a   river   of   laughter,   that   wrapped   in   malice   -   at   the   thought   of   being   an   authentic   final   girl.   nancy   thompson,   laurie   strode   -   she   admired   them:   simply   for   the   fact   that   they’re   apart   of   cult   CLASSICS.   though   the   film’s   antagonists   are   where   her    mannerisms    stem   from.   one   can   only   wear   a   mask   for   so   long   before   it   starts   to   get   tiring   //   uncomfortable.

❝   what   more   can   I   give   you?   my   best   friend   slaughtered   everyone,   and   saved   me   for   last.   at   my   own   party!   and   now,   ❞   she   pauses   to   take   a   look   around,   adding   dramatic   effect   before   jumping   into   a   softer   tone.                                                    ❝    —— ..now   that   psycho   is   DEAD.   ❞

[plasmalust-blog]

like this  for a starter, yo. 

[plasmalust-blog]

AVA YOUNG MOODBOARD.  —————

               whether   she’s   the   final   girl’s   best   friend    or   the   alpha                        bitch,   her   chances   of   survival   aren’t   high. 

THOUGH   SHE   HAS   TEETH   SHARP   AS   A   WOLF.

[bangurz]

[plasmalust-blog]

psvchoticbitch.   /   optics   glare   at   a   crimson   stained   mask.   her   rage   is   flowing,   though   a   feeling   of   relief   surrounds   her.   tyler   was   dead   //   it   was   vital   to   start   by   gutting   him,   before   her   partner   took   over   the   rest.   ——   &   onto   the   next.   time   was   running    out,   the   spoiled   rotten   strawberry   blonde   had   be   soaking   up   her   hot   tub   by   now.   she   shifts   to   the    fellow    psycho,   switching   from   her   to   what   was   now,   a   boy’s   mangled   crown.   a   quick   lick   of   ruby   lips,   time   for   act   two.   ❝   —ready ?   ❞

[mazelopez]

“There are no words to describe what you went through but I know you’re gonna get through it.”

[plasmalust-blog]

psvchoticbitch.   /    a   resting   facade   upon   warm   hues,   finger   twirling   flaxen   locks.   ❝   look,   piper   —   right ?   ugh,   I   get   that   you’re   so  interested   in   my   life   that   you   have   to   be   up   my   ass   every   time   you   see   me,   but   -   it’s   lame.   okay,   give   a   girl   some   space.   ❞