#vileintcnt

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" —i'd never dreamed that i'd lose somebody like you. "

@vileintcnt ᯓᡣ𐭩'd for a lyric starter. ⛇☃︎ wicked game by chris isaak.

[blcssom]

closed starter for @vileintcnt

plot: very southern gothic, very man of god and the person who'll have him turning away - open to whether they're the bad influence or just a poor lil congregation member getting caught up in his fantasies xo

"your devotion is..... admirable." it's one of the first traits he'd noticed about them, in fact. the other traits are.. not quite as pious. "i wonder: would you pray with me?"

[blcssom]

closed starter for @vileintcnt

plot: very messy on again off again couple who break up one week and are all over each other's ig stories the next always the most toxic pair in the room but they dgaf!!!! they've been in an ~ off ~ stage but will that stop her from being jealous that they looked at someone else?? or proving that she's the only one who can keep up with them??? no :' )

"jesus fucking christ, it was an ordeal just to get you alone for a minute." and the way her lips form a petulant pout gives way to just how annoying she finds it all. "if you're trying to make me jealous, two-bit barbie out there isn't gonna cut it, y'know."

[exxmeromotu]

( closed : @vileintcnt )

This had to be some sort of karmic joke. Was this the punishment and suffering her holy roller parents were trying to warn her about? She'd expected fire and brimstone, but instead, found herself wedged beneath the open recliner, cold metal digging into the middle of her spine where it had snagged on her top. If she moved too much in either direction, it only dug in deeper, pulling yelps of pain from the little blonde each time she tried. "Oh, this is not happening." she whined, forehead pressed to the carpet as she tried to ease herself away from fully panicking. "Dear God, if you get me out of this, I promise not to skip another church fundraiser so I can ride some guy's boat with Staci ever againnnnn." she whined, once again fruitlessly trying to reach behind herself in an effort to pull the fabric from where it was caught.

[exxmeromotu]

( closed : @vileintcnt )

"Hiiii, guys!" the girl sang sweetly as she fluttered through the door. Smiling brightly at the ogling men, Aurora dropped one of the bags in her arms on an empty work table as she passed through the greasy shop. "Chips and dip! Enjoy!" she waved on. The 'dip' in question was actually chopped salad nearly drowning in a homemade dressing, but she'd learned quickly calling it 'salad' was a dealbreaker. Though Aurora figured that if she was going to work so hard to get Colt to eat better, she could slip some leafy greens into his buddies as well. "Aaaaaand youuuuu–" she was still singing as she slipped through the parted door into his makeshift office. "–get a turkey wrap, no mayo, but there is a ton of the dip on it and I promise you'll love it!" she assured Colt with a nod as she placed the second bag on his desk. "And there's a sweet treat in there if –" held up a definitive finger, smiling as she walked around to stand before him. "–you eat your 'rabbit food' first." A playful roll of her eyes as she placed dainty hands on broad shoulders, finally leaning down to give him a chaste greeting kiss. "Hi, daddy."

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" come 'ere, darlin'... " a hand reached out to wrap around her waist whilst the other held the blunt respectfully over her head before disrespectfully using the arm around her middle to tug her down and into his lap. " so your man, or someone's, got you pickin' up their food, but you never smoked it before? tsk, " he's kissing his teeth then, thumb tracing circles against her waist as he pressed kisses along her shoulder. " man can help you with a couple firsts and that still. "

closed starter for @vileintcnt. plot in source.

[kittywriites]

closed ; @vileintcnt

Spending his afternoon at with a bunch of church going neighbors wasn't exactly Owen's ideal Saturday. It wasn't as if most of them even wanted him here, as was evident by the wide berth he'd been given since his arrival. Though he preferred that. He was hardly the small talk type. But one sweet little neighbor in particular had made it her personal mission to make him feel 'right at home' and Owen, try as he might, could only deny what was being served on a silver platter for so long. She was easy enough to spot; fluttering around in her little sundress, restocking snacks and topping off drinks, all smiles and sunshine and happy-helper. Owen sidled up behind where she stood rearranging some desserts, effectively looming over the sweet little thing as he reached around to snag a cookie from the plate in front of her. "You make these too?" he asked low in her ear before stepping back a respectable distance. He propped himself against the table, dark gaze appraising up the length of her as he took a bite. It was impossible not to imagine the last time he'd seen her, half naked and writhing on her mattress. "Tasty." he decided, smirking faintly at his own inside joke.

[angeldcgs]

closed: @vileintcnt who: holden rochester, he/him, 29, bisexual, reanimated corpse

they weren't supposed to be home yet. though clumsy and oftentimes clueless, holden was trying to be careful which is why he'd planned to have everything taken care of and cleaned up before the other came home, having memorized their schedule just like he soaked up every bit of information about them like a sponge. of course, today just had to be the day they came home early, right as he was in the middle of dismembering a body— someone who'd wronged them, and therefor, in holden's eyes, deserved their fate. startled, he stood up to greet his mortal companion, forgetting that he was still holding his victim's severed hand until he went to wave hello and raised the bloody appendage instead.