#t errifier

[jgoldberg]

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Creepy storytime!

When my daughter was a toddler, she would wake me up in the middle of the night screaming about someone being in the bedroom window. It is not possible to reach unless someone has a very, very good ladder. I would tell her that, and she'd usually go back to sleep after.

Me tho? Fuck no. I was so freaked out I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I would just pull an all nighter. Why, you ask? Because I also remembered someone knocking on my bedroom window when I was her age -- except I was on the second floor of the house and there was no ledge to sit on, even for a bird. :)

I'm so glad she's grown up now. lol Because she scared the shit out of me more than once haha!

[eatsrawa]

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

not too often that you'd speak - save for a few occasions. conversation with a trusted person, navigating the public, or luring a victim. the third is where you'd been tonight. dive bar situated in the outskirts of a town you'd hope to be passing through; one you'd never really been to before. you'd figured it all predictable - how different count country men be from city men. too different, apparently. you'd allowed him to buy you a drink, making pointless small talk about things that you pretended to give a shit about. sports teams that you knew nothing about, the unseasonably warm temperatures until you'd managed to ask if he wanted to go outside for some air -- unaware that the sideglances you'd assumed were nerves were that to meet the glances of his friends.

you knew that art wasn't too far behind you, knew that he'd been lingering around enough to find his own victim or at least indulge in what you could find. 'this way.' you had whispered with a smile as you led the man into the nearest alley -- only to soon find that two of his friends were close behind. predator turned prey. knew well enough that you could only take one and would falter in the presence of three. your eyes widened, loud scream for help had left you as you began to cower into the closest corner you could until aid of beloved clown came. blood bath ensued with ease, your knees had been huddled to your chest - instincts lost.

it's in the sudden silence that he lifts you up, carrying you away to somewhere private; somewhere calmer. your arms had wound around him with ease, as if within your nature to do so. calming within the presence of blood-covered predator, crimson covering you just the same. the scent of it both calmed and hungered you - brows furrowed in slight frustration at the meal you had just lost.

[popularmxnster]

🔥 your spiciest take my lord

I'm gonna say it

They need to stop with the Scream movies. Like now Sidneys daughter is gonna be involved? Come on. It was already way too big of a stretch to add Samantha just so Skeet could come back. (I have a lot of feelings about that as well but I'll refrain lmao) like it's tired. It's being stretched way too far. Like the last Scream I liked was 4 and The MTV Series (so good though). Im tired of the same story line and same character structure. Let it die. It is time.

[savagecuhnt]

continued from X

@t-errifier

she had no idea who or WHAT he was, however it didn't change the dark energy that seemed to loom over her new found clown 'friend'. Drawn to the darkness like a moth to a flame, she can't help but obsesses a little over his malicious yet artistic ways of torment and torture. She was no stranger to it all, enjoying her fair share of torture and bloodshed. Oh how she loved to hear her victims beg. Usually accompanied by her own antagonizing words, it was a fresh take to see just how much fear someone could cause by mere silence and dramatized actions. She had to admit, he was TERRIFYING to say the least.

An easy victim, yet stubborn. She fought back the sweet sound of screaming and begging; a little stuck up if you asked Rose. How dare she starve them of such sweet sounds. "okay, nothin' quick. I get it." she nods in agreement, understanding the need to savor the moment. She had to contain her emotions, not wanting her lack of patience to get the better of her. "Oh, he's divin' into his bag of goodies!" she narrates the situation aloud, moving behind their victim. She squeals with excitement, slipping behind the the frightened female before hooking her fingertips into the woman's mouth and stretching it wide into a forced smile. Her chin rests atop the woman's head as she grins up at Art. "Let's see what big scary clown daddy has instore for ya!"

[cannib4l]

@t-errifier asked: { DATE NIGHT 🌆 } --- Sender asks out receiver for a special Valentine's Day date!

the  restaurant  had  been  cleared  and  now  it  was  just  the  two  of  them  sitting  in  the  middle  of  the  restaurant  surrounded  by  some  viscera.  many  didn't  make  it  out,  but  mos  of  them  did.  she  was  lovingly  staring  into  art's  eyes  when  the  trembling  waiter  came  by  and  took  their  order.  dolli  couldn't  help  but  giggle  nervously,  unsure  of  how  art  had  managed  to  keep  some  staff  around  after  all  of  that.  "  i  can't  believe  you  cleared  out  a  restaurant  for  me.  that  is  the  sweetest  thing.  "

[facepeeled]

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do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( i like a little bit of plotting lol )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes (if u want!!) | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: cricket is horrible be prepared lmao

[anthrcpophagi]

continued from here 🖤 @t-errifier

Maren had somehow managed to get this far in life without ever getting caught, but she wasn't foolish enough to think she could go on like this forever. Her crimes would catch up with her eventually, and when they did, the weigh of all her wrongs would pummel her into dust. Art was similar, she assumed. He had managed to evade capture for so long and a part of her wondered if her presence would be the final straw that got them both trapped.

Maren didn't want to think about getting him in trouble, but she couldn't deny that she felt an odd sense of peace whenever she was around him. Maybe it was the silence, the lack of pressure to always say the right thing. She could express herself in minimal words and sometimes even a simple look and Art could understand. It was freeing, in a way, and she wanted it to continue for as long as possible.

Her eyes take in the sight of his weapon and it takes her a moment to realize what he planned to do with it. She felt her mouth go dry, but she nods. She trusted his judgement, and she didn't want to get in the way.

"Should we just run?" She whispers to him, brows pinched together. She knows running is often looked at as weakness or cowardice, but Maren knew it was sometimes the smart thing to do. Maren didn't know how many people were following them nor how armed they happened to be and the thought of Art getting hurt because of her wasn't something she wanted to think about. "Unless you wanna fight."

[flappervcmp]

@t-errifier cont. from here

At first, Annie wasn't sure what to make of the clown in front of her. She'd given him the oversized teddy on a whim, something about it just seemed perfect for him. And the way his face almost lit up when she'd passed it to him? Totally worth it. Even if he was mostly a stranger to her still.

She watched him as he tucked the bear under his arm, watching as he searched his pockets for something. Her head tilted, eyes widening as he pulled a heart-shaped pendant out from his pockets. She doesn't take it at first, having only wanted to give a gift and not needing anything in return but he was quite insistent, to the point where he placed it right into her palms.

"This is for me? You didn't have to give me anything." But her fingers curl around it nonetheless, a smile crawling up onto her face. "You just seemed like you'd enjoy that teddy more than me."