#horror starter

[itsncthingpersonal]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔. Those bathroom tiles feel cold against your skin as you lay dying, staring up at the ceiling. The single lightbulb sways, burning a bright image against your retinas. It almost lulls you to sleep, but the blood collecting in your throat and causing you to choke maintains your focus.

𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑁, you hear a voice whisper in your ear, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋.

// 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 // 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 // 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 // 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 // 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 // (( 𝗩𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗖 ))

[smthscoming]

open to: anyone (f/nb if romantic) muse: kyrie pierce (she/her), lure plot: kyrie has gotten your muse's trust and will be handing them over to her siblings soon, but she's had a change of heart and wants them to escape. crime/vigilante/vampire au available.

she can't look them in the face. can't look into those eyes. so she keeps her face turned away, her gaze fixed on some point on the wall while she tries to find the words. sometimes accidents happen, and her marks get away; nobody will blame her if this one gets suspicious and vanishes. "i need you to listen to me," she chokes out. "you're in danger, and you don't have long."

[ardentghcst]

𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 , , , 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 !! ( 40+ )

𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 MAISIE LARKSPUR  , she/her , twenty8 , bisexual 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬  maisie is y/m's sugar baby , and they're meeting up at their usual spot at the motel 6 right off of some bumfuck highway in georgia . usually , y/m gets their sugar and goes , , , but maisie's got different plans for tonight :) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴!!

" DON'T YOU LOOK CUTE , " maisie swooned , straddled atop their hips , setting her manicured hands upon her own once she had secured both sets of respective cuffs to the headboard . she cocks her head to the side , eyes glowing with something indiscernibly bright as a soft , pretty smile ornaments her lips .

" think 's 'bout time you wore the cuffs , no ?? " maisie sits back atop their thighs , delicately adjusting the hem of their shirt . " sorry they ain't the fuzzy ones . blood's a real bitch to get out of those , , , i would know . "

[heartxshaped-bruises]

OPEN TO.  (non) mutuals 21+ MUSES && AVAILABLE THEMES. Alexandra (Vampire; Familiars, Hunting), Joe (Slasher; Asylum, Stalking), Davey (Ghost; Pyromania) Saffron (Demonic Possession; Cannibalism, Revenge), Taliesin (Fae; Abduction, Deals, Deception) or Emry (Human; Halloween Party - wholesome or gone wrong)

                                   ✧･ﾟ𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.

       LIKE or REBLOG for one of the muses above to scribble you a small starter for Spooky Season !! Since I finished all of my drafts and queued // posted them, I thought about a little Halloween Treat, if some of you are interested :)

       You are free to specify the muse you prefer (and yours if you want it to be for someone specific from your roster) -- if you don't, I'll just hurl whoever jumps at me first into your general direction ♡

[tooswcctx]

open: m/f/nb ( 22+ if romantic, age gaps more than welcome ) muse: priscilla cavendish, stalker/serial killer connection: a fellow stalker/sk, twisted partner, a victim she has cornered - we can get creative!

Priscilla's nerves were on fire from the chase, from leaning into all of her darker urges to find where they had gone. Usually, she was much better at keeping track of them but this time they'd managed to surprise her. But that was alright, she'd found them again. "No matter where you hide, I'll always find you."

[prompts-cemetery]

The priest sings his prayers to the sky, after hours he is practically begging the demon to leave the innocent child's body

As the child's body glowed with pure power, The child continued to writhe in pain, The demon screamed "he won't let me out!"

Now all the messages did make any sense the "I don't want to be here" on the child's table started to return to the priest mind

[aquaregxa]

Achilles Loomis | Scream Universe OPEN STARTER | m/f/nb - any type of OC characters welcome to reply.

- Achilles is billy’s little brother who is now grown up, and followed in his brothers footsteps on terms of revenge. It’s been 20 years since his brother died, and the new generation of woodsboro teens are now in their twenties and in college. 

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Achilles was over Woodsboro, the small town felt suffocating to him; it felt like death. It was filled with reminders of what happened over the years to a once happy town. His lean stature rested against the counter of his house; he lit a joint with a darkness in his eyes. Achilles looked over at them, “Don’t cry, there’s no reason to cry. You had to of known with that last name you were born in to you wouldn’t live that long in this town.” 

[sprnkles]

muse - blaire. love witch. 25. owns a couples therapy practice.

plot - blaire made an aphrodisiac cake for a client and in a hurry, left it in the office kitchen fridge without a note. it's heart-shaped, so you muse, along with a few of blaire's employees, have begun to eat it since it's valentine's day.

she only remembers the cake when she hears the sounds of light office banter coming from the kitchen. when she bought the building to start her couples therapy practice, she loved how easily sound traveled, the open feel it had to it. of course the therapy rooms themselves were private.

the cake. the one she baked last night in her home. dark chocolate flavored, an entire bottle of her secretly well-known aphrodisiac potion poured into the liquid batter before it went into the oven. a half bottle in the cherry-red icing. she'd only brought it here because a client of hers, who knew her secret talents, payed for it for a party they were hosting later today.

panic pulses through blaire's body, red hot and sticky. she rises from her desk and makes her way slowly to the kitchen, only to see a handful of her employees forking chunks of chocolate cake into their mouths.

"happy valentine's day! thanks for the cake. it's so good." one says, a smear of red icing on their lip. god, i'm gonna be sick. but blaire smiles tightly, nodding, "yeah, of course. best holiday of the year." blaire says as she watches them closely. the potion would kick in soon.