Help me create a horror character to draw!
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1. Choose a weapon
Knife
Axe
Sword
Machete
Crowbar
Part of the character's body, ie. claws
Hammer
Drill
Supernatural power
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Help me create a horror character to draw!
I'll add the other polls soon 👀
1. Choose a weapon
Knife
Axe
Sword
Machete
Crowbar
Part of the character's body, ie. claws
Hammer
Drill
Supernatural power
red woman and hunter progress update
"your hubris will be the death of you"
-Caseoh
experimenting
name is being debated but i wanted to make a cutesy hyperfem slasher oc because thats one of the most fun trope subversions in the world to me. probably fakes her own death at the start of the movie to fit into the whole 'ditzy blonde dies first' thing but the audience knows its her the whole time. and yes she likes girls
I see you.
Behold a blood red sky Mirrored by a thousand eyes
OPEN RP - The First Happening
It was late summer when it happened. The rotting. Crops dead overnight without explanation. Rotten as if they had forgotten it was still warm out. It wasn't cold out, except when you were alone and the street was a little too dark. Then you heard the skittering of needle like feet and that horrid hissing. The news blamed it on the weird weather.
There was nothing wrong with the weather.
It was hot, as summer tends to be in the northern hemespher. Hot and sultery. It reminded one of darker places. Places that follow life but do not enter it. No one wanted to say that though. That was bad luck. Bringing superstition into this wouldn't help anyone. That's what the cops said.
You probably shouldn't have gone out alone.
You'd heard all the stories, but nothing could prepare you for the cold than dripped into your veins when you heard it. When you smelt it. Hot and sweet. Then a child was standing before you. Barefeet on the cobblestones, eyes wide and dark in the dimming light.
"Are you scared?"