#nosac-glave

[pairoleplays]

@nosac-glave​ liked for a starter ! for Jacob Miles (Scream OC)

||JACOB MILES/GHOSTFACE||

Woodsboro was just another boring town Jacob grew up in, besides all the murders that has happened here. Almost over twenty-five years of mass murders, going on and off again. All being recollected through the Stab movies.

Oh those movies he watched religiously. Especially the first one, it was his FAVORITE.

Never FUCK with the original, was his motto.

Anyone that didn’t agree with his horror choices, didn’t last long. Though, Jacob always had to hold back on most days. He didn’t want to get caught.

Just your average horror movie buff. It was best to keep that title around, for now.

Jacob was in Woodsboro old video store, as it became a novelty tourist hotspot. Even being a residence, he liked to rub the old, rugged plastic on the VHS tapes. There was something so, inviting from its texture. The bumps and the ruggedness that still held such formality. It bewildered him, but intrigued him. Putting his mind in a state of carpool tunnel. Enveloping the world into his own mind. Clouded out in a void, just him and the tapes. 

Till someone taps his shoulder. Great, a new distraction.

[deliciousfear]

"More like someone who should be a ghost...” Bo huffs out some smoke, “... I paid good money to make sure they were taken care of. Seems, it has come time for me to finish it.” She sighs, of course she had not wanted to get her hands dirty all those years ago. 

Back then, she was young and stupid. But also needed to make sure at that time that her name was clean. That was how she was so successful now, keeping her image and name clean enough to expand and take over. Still, she should have known better with this man in particular, who know what he got up all theses years. He could be more of a problem than she knows, since, why else would he come back? Even if he didn’t die, he had to know she had sent to person to ‘kill’ him. Why come back?

        ”You ever been dancing?”

@nosac-glave​ // closed.

[mxshtyx]

“But I don’t know who is who!” ( I figured this made more sense considering borna's mental state in her dbd verse hhfgdg hallo!! )

ENCANTO LYRIC STARTERS

"...I feel like that's a little bit of discrimination towards us survivors... but if you want to put voices with names... I'm Nea." The street artist was pinned down under the other, and the extreme feeling like she was about to be moried was evident, but she might as well go out trying to talk herself out of the situation.

"I literally just want to fix the gen to go back to the campfire... but if this is the faster way, I guess I can thank you later..."

[justacomedy-archived]

@nosac-glave​:  “  even when you smile, your eyes are still sad.  ”

— It’s sad, really; how he’s become despondent enough over the years that even a smile couldn’t shake the sadness from his eyes. They bleed with his mourning; Arthur spends every day of his life wishing for death as he grieves the man he’s always wanted to be. The life he could have had. They say a person’s eyes are the windows to their soul and it was funny to him to think that someone can look into his and find dejected fragments of what used to be the soul he had long ago. He can’t even remember the last time he gazed upon his own reflection in a mirror and saw anything but despair in his own eyes. Maybe that’s why he’s always found interest in becoming a clown; to distract people away from his eyes with colorful triangles and painted smiles. His strongest façade where he would pretend to be happy and no one would see the truth. But still, deep down, he wanted someone to notice. Anyone. And even as Joker; he couldn’t hide his anguish. A crestfallen man was all he ever would ever be. 

— The longer Arthur thinks about it, the more humorous he finds it. How he played the role of a stereotypical sad clown for so long; a depressed man riddled with so many insecurities that he used comedy to fool himself into thinking that he had confidence. And now, he’s found his confidence, but his insecurities still ran deep. Even his new life as Joker couldn’t rid him of the man he once was; no matter how hard he tries to hide Arthur Fleck away never to be seen again, his former identity often slips between even the smallest cracks of his façade. “That’s funny.” he points out, his words accompanied by a breathy laugh that escaped his chest. It wasn’t. No one’s ever really looked him in the eyes long enough to point that out to him; nor did they spend enough time around him to see a genuine smile from him much like the smiles Borna gets to see. “You’re the only one who’s ever pointed that out.” he admitted. “It’s like.. you actually see me.” Of course people see him now: the Joker, but they don’t see anything beyond the title or the greasepaint. They don’t see the man hidden beneath. They never have. They only see the dashing red suit and a crimson smile. It was comforting to him to to have Arthur Fleck recognized within his eyes; she’s looking deeper beyond the surface. 

[gorture]

“WE’VE BINGED THIS SHOW THREE TIMES, LET ME GO HOME!”

(IM SORRY THIS INE CRACKED ME UP FORGIVE ME XD)

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  a  torturer  were  scarce   —  effective  techniques,    at  that.      One  must  always  turn  to  the  𝙐𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙓  when  desperate  measures  were  afoot.      She  had  been  the  thorn  in  his  side  for  several  weeks  too  long,    a  𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙐𝙀  within  Ruvik’s  sanctuary  .  .  .  So  with  his  palate  for  vengeance  &  sadistic  sense  of  humor,     he  straps  her  in  for  a  𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉  of  seemingly  unending  American  romcoms.     Calm,    complacent,    he  sat  rigid  with  arms  balanced  atop  his  thighs,     𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂  in  the  delight  of  her  anguish.       Success.

𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊  :  accepting     /     @nosac-glave​

[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon chuckles, “I would say I am surprised but, I would be lying.” He gently jokes, not looking up from his painting is working on. He’s not sure how serious it is, more so how she could have gotten caught. Sure, she could be impulsive, and if it happened around the wrong person then it easy to see. He, himself, had the same thing to happen to him before, Kharon, even went to prison before, more so because he was curious. 

      “What exactly did you do?”

@nosac-glave​ // closed.

[ruinouss-archived]

     Rain swollen clouds blacked out the moon and stars, darkening the drenched streets. A few streetlights flickered, bulbs humming monotonously as the woman ran barefoot down the sidewalk. A trail of blood droplets followed her as her right hand remained clamped tightly to a deep wound on her arm. Blood trickled between her fingers and down her arm, staining her shirt and dropping from her fingertips. She paused in her running, feet muddy and bloodied from her trek. Dark auburn hair clung to her skin as she searched for street signs to guide her to a place of sanctuary. She’d been ripped from her home, fished out of the sea like bycatch, subdued, and thrown into a cage. It wasn’t often humans were aware of sea nymphs and were even less aware of how to capture them but she’d been the unlucky one. Every moment with her was a fight as she desperately tried to escape. As long as she was in a wet or high humidity environment she’d survive but nothing would help her regenerate as quickly as the ocean.

     Finding the right street name she continued running, hoping her luck would hold out a bit longer. When she escaped from her captors she’d killed a few and badly injured others and knew they’d be out for her head at this point. She was worth more dead than alive at this point, she was sure of it. Rumors of a sanctuary for monsters had made their way to her during her entrapment and it was the only bit of hope she could hold onto at this point. As she continued running through the streets she once again came to a stop, her eyes finding the morgue. It seemed a tad odd but she supposed land creatures needed to find a way to hide among humans if they wanted to live in peace. 

      Sighing slowly, she hesitantly made her way up to the door, glancing around to make sure no one had followed her. Certain she was alone, she removed her bloodied palm from her wound, knocking on the door and praying the rumors were true. Her hand returned to cover the still bleeding gash as she looked around growing even more anxious by the second. Being in the open under the lights made her feel vulnerable. Gravity only allowed for so many places to escape on land. In the water, she could move in any direction but here she was stuck on the same plane. How anything managed to live like this was absolutely mind boggling to her.

Semi plotted starter for @nosac-glave​

[moonshinaes]

@nosac-glave​​ liked for a starter.

a sigh leaves her lips as she watches the other approach her at the table, shaking her head in frustration, with her brow raised upward. "didn't i say never to come unless it was important?" she speaks, her back leaned against the chair as she lets out a small huff --- contemplating her words. "what's the issue now?"