About: hello hello everyone!! M’ Alter and we're here to celebrate a milestone for me, 250 followers!! For some, this may not seem high at all, but I like to look at the smaller achievements too. If you don’t know me, I’m a big horror fan! I love everything to do with it. So that’s why I’ve picked this theme
Theme: Thrills and Kills collab
Peach rings (fluff)
Hot tamales (nsfw)
Coffee crisps (dark content / dc)
Examples for each, rules, fandoms, and due date in the undercut.
Rules
Ageless blogs and minors are only allowed to interact with fluff, if found writing/making art of dc/nsfw or interacting with it you WILL BE BLOCKED.
Send me an ask to join!! No dms will be accepted
Tags must match work, please accurately tag nsfw/dc or posts will not be reblogged.
NO: underage main characters(kids are allowed to appear in fluff only), disrespect of the dead/graves
If your work is over 300+ words please use the ‘read more’ feature, if unsure how to do this message!
Multiple submissions and doubles/triples/etc are allowed just don't stress yourself out!
Use the tag #thrills n kills collab and tag me in your work for a reblog!!
Fandoms: Tokyo Revengers, AOT, JJK, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu + any other fandom are welcome to join!!
The due date is October 31 2022, but it isn't a hard due date. Life happens I totally understand, just please let me know if you are going late, would like to drop, or would like to change your submission!
Examples for each:
Peach rings: Watching a horror movie / Handing out candy to little kids / Going out to a Halloween attraction
Hot tamales: Sex rule broken (or any other horror movie rule) / Adult party / Costume roleplay
Coffee crisps: Freak incidents (think final destination) / Fake weapon turns out to be real / Taunting a real killer
The night was quiet save the usual sounds of the sea lapping at the seawall or the pier and there was the Storykeeper staring out at the ocean. She had slipped out, too afraid to sleep. Her most recent nightmare and then what happened when she touched her book... She thought back on it.
Eyes closed as she so easily recalled the whispers of a mother to a child. It tugged so perfectly at heartstrings and she fell for it. She disdained dreams for that reason, one of the few places she lacked control. Lamprey and leech-like creatures even tearing apart the runic symbols upon her arms riping apart her illusions as if they were nothing!
“Help us. Guide us. We are all so lost,” came whispered voices, young and afraid as the shadow stood transfixed bathed in its medium.
It was so vivid, lost in that dreamscape. A tattooed hand rubbed at her face before folding her arms and rubbing them in an effort to give herself some false sense of comfort. Her right arm heavily bandaged, if Lamaiyn knew he hadn't mentioned it. Perhaps he was hoping she would tell him? She couldn't. What if whatever this was came after him?
When one spends so many years on their own it is difficult to admit something is too big to handle on one's own. Taking a deep breath she thought back to her tome. Another story? A poem more like it... It felt wrong, it was wrong. No one gave it to her! How did it get there?! What was wrong with the pages?!
Even with the prospect of Lam in bed, she felt a ball of icy dread in her stomach. The dreams weren't constant, but when she reached for her book after waking. Eyes look down to the bandaged arm. Numerous puckered red welts, oozing with blood and puss, the tiny kisses of the Writhing Young now decorated her arm.
