Paranormal Sleuth

"You saw it too, didn't you?"

[sleuthscreams]

#SLEUTHSCREAMS an independent roleplay blog for an original character set as a hawkins native in the stranger things universe, and able to be adjusted for a multitude of other verses. This muse is mixed up in a conspiracy devised by ARTOO. Still under construction, however, this blog will begin to feature verses for: SCREAM, FEAR STREET, WEDNESDAY, TVDU, and more.

A STUDY IN: smiling through the darkness, belief even in the “absence of evidence”, fitting in everywhere but belonging nowhere, unraveling the conspiracy, surviving abusive parents, running headfirst into danger - then having to run away, having a bottomless stomach, finding weird books, being a lover boy.

links: carrd. prompts. headcanons. visual. study.

[sophsun1]

Psych – 5.06: Viagra Falls

[sleuthscreams]

▪ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ @hawklines sent: "Remind me why I agreed to this?"

Quite honestly, even he wasn't sure what would have possessed a cute cheerleader, mayor's daughter, and all-around mentally put-together Dottie Kline to join him on this wild investigation either. Suppose there were one or two general hunches. “Morbid curiosity,” he starts while hopping out of his van, checking to make sure his flashlight is working. “Compassion for the possible plights of those living under your father's mayorship being struck with danger?” Then he smiles. “Because I might be full of shit, but at least I'm cute?”

Twirling the flashlight with a skillful flourish, he hands it off to her. “Go on, I have a spare. Remember, we don't want that on until we're deep enough in the fields that we won't be noticed by anyone; we don't want anyone chasing us off before I know what's going on.” Closing up the van door, he left it unlocked in case they needed to make a quick getaway. Having to unlock a car while attempting to flee? Rookie horror film mistake.

Nudging his head in the direction he wanted them to go, he started walking. Hawkin's police and the government had been out in this field. About time he learns what's so intriguing. “C'mon, you follow through, and I'll owe you lunch or something.”

[floripire]

"Exactly." He gets it. Dare she say, he gets her. Hopefully in more ways than one. If all goes well.

She's trying so hard not to think about the sounds he'd make when she'd sink her fangs into his neck; she's trying so hard not to think about his eyes rolling back due to the sheer pleasure; she's trying so hard to be good.

It proves harder than expected.

His mouth opens. But there's no sound. He glances down, and she glances down because he glances down, cheeks heating up. She meets his gaze again, and she can't help it: laughter escapes her lips and she rests her head against his chest until she finds she can make proper vowel sounds again.

He really is something, isn't he?

The heavy chair moves and though there are still traces of amusement to be found in her face and eyes as she raises her head, there's also something else. It's like she's readying herself to strike. Not at him, necessarily, but at the people outside. Figuratively, that is. Not literally. Never literally.

"Absolutely, that's a solid plan. These people don't even have Machel Montano and Destra in their playlists, so I don't even know what they're doing, quite frankly."

Their time's up.

Time to make their plan succeed.

[sleuthscreams]

First step to making this plan work? Positioning. He steals a final kiss, fleeting compared to the others they had shared during their imprisonment in this cell of jackets, shoes, and was that a vacuum cleaner ( how much space did this closet provide ). Immediately following it, he moved so that he was behind her. Forgetting that they were incredibly close together and praying that she didn't feel how he brushed against her as a result.

He'd definitely felt it.

By the time the door opened, letting more light than the little light bulb dangling above them had offered, he was hidden behind her well enough that no one would be able to see a thing. Someone noticed that he was a bit red, noticed his hand on her hip, and that was enough to cause some whoops, mainly from guys who were too excited for their turns in the closet and had dipped too heavily into the spiked punch.

Neither of them stayed to play the game any longer. Mateo noticed mixed emotions, annoyance from girls and guys alike, along with a few who seemed to be encouraging them. Guess they figured the pair were making a quick escape to find a more private place to continue the heaven portion of the game. Didn't matter. Snacks mattered.

“Five minutes, meet me at the van a little way down the street?” With a smile, he separated from her to do his part of their kitchen heist, salty and savory. That meant he was looking for chips, popcorn, jerky, pretzels, nuts, that sort. When he was slipping out through the back he had an entire armful of stuff, and a six pack dangling from his fingers.

[sleuthscreams]

the risk involved brought an air of caution; they didn't want to be so obvious that someone who had overlooked them before suddenly paid attention. they'd chosen a great spot, right near the bathrooms where people lubricated on alcohol were going to be in and out of, but right now everyone was in flow on the dance floor while an actually decent song was bumping. made him braver than he should be, and he gets a firm grip on her hips to lift her properly, bringing her down slowly and pushing his hips to get deeper. if they moved slowly they'd be fine, most likely, probably, he almost didn't give a damn.

“love how good you sound,” he praises before grinning wide. “doubt i'd be able to pretend i'm enjoying the dancefloor when all i'll be doing is craving more of you.” his hips rock, finding a rhythm and strictly holding to it instead of letting the pleasure get to his head.

[floripire]

The realization that she just hit him with the informative equivalent of a wrecking ball just hit her and she had to close her eyes for a moment. Compose herself. When she opens her eyes again, her gaze softens. "I'm so sorry, I do that a lot. The info dump thing. I just word vomit all of the everything I think about and I don't always realize that other people don't know all the stuff that I do. Because, you know, my mind goes fast."

Thankfully, Mateo seems to be more than able to keep up with her. In every sense of the word.

"Hey, don't worry about it, this monster is also a monsterfucker. When the Twilight craze hit, I was decidedly Team Jacob." A beat. "Well, technically Team Embry and Quil but that's neither here nor there."

Soft laughter escapes her lips. "Mateo Sweets, are you asking me to show you my true face? Is that what I'm hearing right now? I mean, I'll do it. But I don't think the kitchen is the best place for that."

"Concern for right now Mateo," Flori counters, "and yes, I think so - I mean, new rule, I'll wash down the taste before we get anywhere near kissing, deal?"

Of course he would start with the sun. Of course. Flori nods at the lapis lazuli ring on her finger. "That pretty thing is called a Daylight Ring. Allows me to walk in the sun without going up in flames. Pretty nifty. It used to belong to a girl named Ivy Chang, but she died before she could use it. So I inherited it. I never met her, but I think it's important to remember her name. If the roles were reversed, I would want someone to remember me, too."

Then she taps her earrings - studs that she never takes out, as blue as her ring. "Back-up lapis lazuli earrings. Luck favors the prepared. That, and I'm nowhere near ready for the True Death."

[sleuthscreams]

“No apologies.” A mantra he's been repeating for her since they'd first met, her brain was super active, and streams of data coming out of her all at once happened to be the natural result. Some might be put off by that; he'd never been. Luckily, he'd been the sort of kid who devoured information at a fast rate, whether from books or verbally; he kind of filed pieces away to digest when he felt like it. So, he hated it when she apologized for one of her adorable quirks when it was harming no one. “Not for that.”

Using a finger, he gestures in a circle towards his own face. “So that whole true face thing is factual, like in Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” What a place to drag some vamp lore from, but hey, pop culture iconic shows had to pull their stuff from real places, too, right? Nuggets of truth placed in interesting places. “Well, yeah, it's you, so of course I wanna see it. Though if you think we should do it somewhere other than the kitchen, I can wait for it.”

Patience. She wasn't going anywhere; in fact, she seemed pretty comfortable with this entire thing. Heck, she might be happy getting this off her chest with him. And he wasn't running, so they had time.

“Yup, deal, no kissing unless you've washed down the blood first. Good health applications for me, plus I've never been all too fond of the blood in my mouth thing. But at least when it happens, it's mine.”

Lapis Lazuli rings. Until he got around to updating the very real files he had about any investigations or adventures he's had since getting into paranormal investigation, he'd have to file away this information and anything else she's shared for later. Today, she was opening up a world he's really only searched for until now. He'd already decided she was pretty much his dream girl. Now she was just showing off.

“Okay, I was going to ask about the blood lust next, but you brought up something with the whole True Death part.” How did he say this gently? Didn't think he could. “You're dead, then? Or undead is more accurate to what I'm thinking.”

[floripire]

"Figured I'd go three for three," Flori replies, chuckling quietly. "You look good like this, you know?" He brushes a stray tress away from her face and she smiles at him for it. "All spun out for me, receiving the bliss you so often bestow onto me."

There's a dreamy quality to her voice, one that often appears when they find themselves in situations like these, like she truly could stay here all day, content to be content with focusing on his pleasure and his alone, doling it out as she sees fit.

"Oh, Kasuyò---" She's taken to calling him sweetheart, a nod to his name and to his general sensibilities. "---you can take so much more than this, I know you can, but I'd really rather have a bed beneath us both for that."

She's fantasized about that; she's fantasized about giving him all the pleasure he so often denies himself until he's spent as much as she's fantasized about him helping her turn her brain off in every possible way.

And speaking of: "Wanna let me know how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me? Please, Mati?"

[sleuthscreams]

His breathing grew shallow and labored, and he couldn't break their eye contact if his life depended on it. Mouth hung open, and noises were beginning to tumble out without much resistance now, no regard for the trouble they might bring them. Her voice was that final component that was pushing him over the edge. Those words were ringing in his ears.

---you can take so much more than this, I know you can

Abs tightened as something began to coil in the pit of his stomach, intense and white-hot. Some stupid part of him was trying to hold it back. Trying to delay the final feeling of satisfaction that was on its way, like she wasn't practically promising him that this wasn't the end of it. Hips pushed forward, and while one hand moved to run a thumb across her lips, the other went to her stroking hand and prompted her to strengthen the grip she had.

Please, Mati

“Shit... fuck...” the words rip out of him in desperate groans as his brain started to blank on him. “Close.” She'd get to hear him so soon. “So close.”

Whatever logic remains in that odd brain of his becomes very concerned with the mess he was about to make. Because if what he was feeling was telling, it would be a doozy. His hand went behind her head and led her lips back to his tip. He didn't need to tell her to open her mouth; his eyes were probably saying it loud and clear. Besides, he'd suddenly lost the gift for forming syllables. The climax hit slow at first, white dribbling thick from the tip like when you put pressure at the end of a tube to coax the liquid out, then spewing out like an eruption.

[mndvx]

[floripire]

His van was nice. Really nice, actually. The set up in the back's great. The lights strung up were a nice touch, after all, but if they were really doing this - and all evidence pointed towards yes - she wanted a bed for this. And not only that, she wanted a shower or a bathtub for after the fact.

For a moment, he distracted her to the point of making her brain white out because every sound he made shot straight to her core. His breathless laugh even more so.

But a hum of affirmation was all it took to signal that her brain was back online. Gently releasing him once more, she allowed her hand to take over for her mouth.

"Hotel room," she rasped, "I can get us into the Arcady Vineyard, not far from here. And..." Her eyes twinkled. "...I'm glad I have that effect on you."

[sleuthscreams]

Mati had allowed his head to rest back against the shelves he had been pressed against, using them to support his weight in case she weakened his legs enough that his knees buckled. Which was becoming a distinct possibility the more she toyed with him. Bet this was how she felt when he was the one on his knees. Wild.

“Fancy,” he says with a laugh. His head adjusted to look at her again, a hand moving hair from her face, nothing but affection and a hint of lust in those pretty brown eyes of his. He hated not being in a position to return the pleasure he was getting, but at the same time, he thought that he could get used to this. Her pampering him. “You take me to all the nice places, closets, libraries, and now nice hotels.”

His eye flicked over to how good he looked in her hands, precum dribbling from the tip while he was throbbing in her grip, her hands were amazing too. Fuck, he was going to be a total and complete mess by the end of the day, wasn't he? Why was that thought somehow the tiniest bit intimidating? Maybe because he'd always been the one to dull out that treatment instead of being on the receiving end?

“Looking at me like that is only going to turn me on more, and I don't know how much more I can take...”

[floripire]

"Apologies," Flori drawled, amused, "I should have said dibs on the Sweets." He was right, it was foul play. Or 'fowl on the play' as he said it. The wordplay made her snort. It was cute.

"Actually, one of the top five anime betrayals for me, personally, is that Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach did not end up together despite their history, being thematic foils and having a bajillion parallels but I will not bore you with that."

He claimed another kiss before she could tell him he had a deal. Or, rather, before she could tell him that she'd go halfsies on the salty and savory stuff. And that kisses were definitely on the table.

She was quick to tell him afterwards, though. And she caught the fact that he, too, got a little hot in the cheeks as well. Albeit for different reasons. "You know, when we're released from this clothes-and-shoes purgatory, I can step out first. Be your shield. Then, hopefully, the others won't notice how, ah, afflicted you are."

A stab of hunger lanced through her to the point she was glad that the conversation shifted back to conspiracy theories. It gave her something else to latch onto.

"Yeah, I'll take that one. I always figured that aliens were already here, anyway. Also, Barney and Betty Hill." A beat and then: "Did you know their granddaughter, Angela, ended up becoming a mixed martial artist? I'm not into sports at all but I do think that's cool."

[sleuthscreams]

“One of the issues with watching the anime without also bothering to read the manga, for some reason, those pesky animation companies love cutting out important beats that make other ships make total sense.” Who knew how much you could learn about someone during a game of seven minutes in heaven, outside of the obvious things related to the more sexual intentions behind playing. He knew she had some interesting ideas about their world, unlike a normal person who couldn't see the weird stuff happening around them. That she was an anime watcher. And that she might enjoy food as much as he did.

Getting pulled into this lame game might not be the worst part of this party after all, if it led to them having this time together before she'd managed to slip out the back door. He almost frowned when he heard the talking on the other side get louder as the others were getting closer to the door. Their time was about out.

Mouth opens for a moment, but no sound came out right away, his eyes glance down between them to where he was bulging. The situation wasn't very subtle either; he could try shifting it to a better position to improve concealment. And to deal with the twinge of embarrassment? Well, humor hadn't failed yet.

“Uh, don't worry about him, he doesn't bite or anything. He gets pretty stiff when overstimulated, getting him a little bit of air and some light petting tends to help, but our time is almost up, and I'm not sure he'd appreciate a group viewing.”

Speaking of, he could hear the heavy chair moving.

“Quick game plan? You exit first, with me pretty close on your heels to keep him from being too obvious. We beeline for the kitchen, we grab snacks, you focusing on things as sweet as my last name, me zoning in on the salty and savory, steal some drinks, slip out the back?”

[floripire]

"There's this lady in New Orleans called Charlotte Zima; she's a fellow vampire, got away from this ghoul of a dude she'd been seeing - he sort of abandoned her, it's a whole thing - and now she's got her own diners." Yes, diners, plural. "She serves both humans and preternaturals and that's where I get---" Flori waves the as of yet wrapped up blood filled lollypop around. "---my treats; I put my name on the box they're stored in so there should be no cross contamination of the snackish variety."

Which is a good segue into: "And just to remind you - I can, in fact, consume regular degular people food. So you can still take me out to eat."

“I've never gazed into your eyes with the intent of seeing you were giving off any Aswang vibes.”

Flori huffs out a laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment. It's very real, though. The eye thing. Freaked my friend Landon all the way out." But then, he'd been thrown into the deep end very suddenly. Mateo, at least, has done the deep dives himself.

And as she meets his gaze, she adds: "I'm pretty sure it's an Asian vampire thing. Or, rather, an Asian preternatural creature thing. Exclusively, that is. My dad used to talk about it when I was younger, much to my mom's despair; she thought I'd get nightmares."

She hadn't. She'd just been strangely delighted.

"The word Aswang is kind of an umbrella term, anyway, because you've got various creatures that fit the bill ranging from the Manananggal - a viscera sucker that can grow wings and segment it's body; gods, I would look so cool with wings - to the Mandurugo who also has wings and just goes---"

She sticks out her tongue at him.

Blep.

"---thankfully, my tongue is less sharp." A nod and then: "Thank you for coming to my Floribeth Talk, the floor's yours."

[sleuthscreams]

This was an argument they've had before, the preternatural vs. supernatural titles for other normal beings that very much existed on this planet. At the time, he hadn't really considered that she was speaking on it as a member of that grouping. Now that he did, he still thinks calling an Aswang preternatural was a bit off, but he'd save that argument for later. Once his curiosity had been sated. Or quenched, because let's be honest, it would be a long time before it was totally sated.

He could imagine them months down the line, with him still having some questions or testing something stupid to see what would happen. Letting herself out of the bag like this probably hadn't been the wisest thing in the world; she'd probably regret it a few times.

“There is a lot to unpack in everything you just said,” he begins slowly, looking past her almost and blinking three times fast. He'd just imagined her with wings; it would be cool. And a dash of hot... a big dash. “Such as the probably less than shocking idea that I'm a monster fucker?” A pause. “Figuratively speaking, I don't think of you as a monster or anything! Though you with some sorta monster face really wouldn't be unattractive... I'm uh, getting off topic.”

Hand comes up to mess with his hair, changing how it's parted when fingers push it back from his forehead.

“Should we have a rule about kissing right after you've had one of your blood treats? Because that seems... know what, it's whatever. Concern for future Mateo.”

Okay, questions. Real questions.

“The sun. It's one of the most classic weaknesses for vampires, and I've seen you in it plenty of times. What gives? I mean, I'm sure the books have a lot about you guys wrong, but that's a pretty persistent bit of lore.”

[tvandfilm]

People We Meet on Vacation dir. Brett Haley | 2026

[aurorarpresources]

Ghost Hunting Themed Starter Sentences

Give me the flashlight. You can't even hold it steady.

You’re standing awfully close for someone who claims they aren’t scared.

You brought salt, right?

Dude, did you get that on camera?!

Suddenly I understand why this property was so cheap.

You look pretty cute when you’re pretending not to be scared.

We should leave. Right now.

Remind me why I agreed to this?

Is it just me or is it really cold?

Wait, if you're over there, then who…?

Oh sure, let’s investigate the creepy murder house. Great idea.

It just whispered my name. You heard that, right?

Whatever you do, do not drop the flashlight.

When did you lock the door?

This floor plan doesn’t make sense.

I'm too scared to move.

Do you think I can get a restraining order against a ghost?

If I die here, delete my search history.

Please tell me this is a prank.

If we get eaten by a demon, I'm blaming you!

Did your reflection just move?

This is how people die in the movies.

Keep recording. Keep recording!

Those don't look like our footprints…

Fine, you can hide behind me.

C'mon, you can't really believe ghosts are real.

Just remember, I can run faster then you.

If you scream, I’m leaving you behind.

Since when did this house have a basement.

If you wanted an excuse to cling to me, you could’ve just asked.

I think it wants us to leave.

Did it move, I'm sure I saw it move!

I'm only holding your hand so you don't get scared.

If that door closes on its own, I’m running.

Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.

That wasn’t here before.

Something touched me!

I swear I heard something!

Don’t look behind you.

I thought you said nobody lived here.

It was just the wind.

Wait, are we trespassing?

I keep feeling like someone is watching us.

Did you just hear someone laughing?

If I die, I'm coming back to haunt you.

Stop joking around, this isn’t funny anymore.

We shouldn’t have come here.

Is there…something behind me?

Did you seriously bring a Ouija board?

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR CHECK INS *  assorted dialogue for checking with someone to see if they're okay, find out what's going on, etc etc., adjust as necessary

do you have everything you need for your trip?

how have you been since i last saw you?

pretty sure you never told me what happened.

while you're doing that, why don't you fill me in?

you're the only person that cares to ask how i am.

when's the last time you slept?

i won't tell a soul if you tell me what happened.

i just want to make sure you're okay.

i haven't spoken to you in quite some time.

could you give me a rundown of what happened?

i'd like to know what's going on.

what am i walking into?

it's not as bad as it looks.

you can trust me with the truth.

let me take a look at your injury.

you haven't slept in days. i can tell.

thank you for checking on me.

are you feeling better than you were the last time i saw you?

i'm just checking on you.

not trying to bug you. just wanted to know what's going on.

at least fill me in before you go.

walk me through what we're dealing with.

i hear you've got a plan?

do you need anything?

you can tell me anything.

i'll live.

let me grab you something to drink.

thank you for asking how i am.

when's the last time you ate?

that wound doesn't look too good.

would you relax for a second? i'm just checking on you.

that was a lie. try again and tell me the truth this time.

you're forgetting how well i know you.

you can't lie to me. i know all your tells.

stop bullshitting me and tell me what's really going on.

what are you hiding from me?

keep talking. i want to hear everything.

to tell you the truth, i'm struggling a bit here.

i think i deserve some honesty here.

i just want to check on you.

i'll come by in an hour and see how you're doing.

while i'm gone, [name] will be by to check on you.

can you let me care about you for two seconds?

you're terrible at keeping secrets from me.

you seem upset. what happened?

how long have you been dealing with this?

thanks for stopping by.

this sounds a lot worse than i expected.

you've been dealing with this alone, haven't you?

i've told you everything i know.

let me cook for you at least.

you look half-starved.

are you cold? why are you shaking?

there's more to the story that you're not saying.

why do you keep evading my questions?

that's not all there is, right?

so that's what they've been hiding.

thank you for being honest with me.

[daisychase]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER // 7.10 "Bring On the Night"

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

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