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@triplexthexdemons
@dclightfulxdcrry continued from here.
“Roger.. Where you going man? C’mon I need some help here. Can’t bury them myself!” ‘Richie’ called after the man, cackling out the last sentence.
This was going to be fun. This one was panicky from the start.
Probably all the stress the real comedian caused in his life. He made a mental note to personally thank him after he was done with his poor manager.
@crissxcrossedxout continued from here.
Krueger chuckled at the thin boy trying to fight his grip.
No.. He was going to watch them work.
He leaned down, putting the gloved hand on his shoulder, drumming the claw on his chest to make their presence known while he leaned close to the opposite side’s ear.
“Would you look at that? That boy is great with a knife, isn’t he? Poor boy’s gonna be filleted, isn’t he?”
After another jerk to make him face the scene, he continued. “And we’re gonna watch, aren’t we Victor?”
“Guys! Stop! Please!”
Vic was screaming at this point. He was trying his damnest to cause a distraction, ask for help, something. He hadn’t even registered the man laughing behind him.
Vic was screaming at the top of his lungs- until he felt the cold metal claws tapping on his chest; catching sight of them out of the corner of his eye.
He gasped, grip lost on the arm as his hands fell to their sides.
He couldn’t help shaking, whether it was fear of the foul breathed man making him watch or sobbing from actually having to watch.
Wait, did he just say his name?
“H-how.. Who are you?”
“Your worst nightmare, kid.” “Although, I imagine you guys are those little brats’ worst nightmares.. eh?”
He yanked the boy’s head back, putting a claw to his throat.
“Y’know.. your group would make great killers, kid. Just look at your leader. And that tall kid? Damn.”
“..If he’s not a serial killer by nineteen he’s wasted his potential.”
God he loved it when they squirmed. This kid feels guilty, doesn’t he?
@crissxcrossedxout continued from here.
Krueger chuckled at the thin boy trying to fight his grip.
No.. He was going to watch them work.
He leaned down, putting the gloved hand on his shoulder, drumming the claw on his chest to make their presence known while he leaned close to the opposite side’s ear.
“Would you look at that? That boy is great with a knife, isn’t he? Poor boy’s gonna be filleted, isn’t he?”
After another jerk to make him face the scene, he continued. “And we’re gonna watch, aren’t we Victor?”
{Out of Dreams}
Ok, so since I’ve gotten several followers from the IT fandom, I’ve made an IT Au in verses.
The Nancy I’m talking about is Mel’s @grabxyourxcrucifix.
The Nightmare was preoccupied with snapping his finger back in place, which it did finally with a sickening crack.
He sliced at a wall to test his hand with a roaring growl before looking down, realizing she’d crawled away. Or at least- away from him.
His eyesight wasn’t as good as it used to be.
“Nancy.. Let’s not do this again, sweetheart. Nancy?...” What started off as a grumbled sentence ended with him hissing her name.
He was pissed.
WHAT COLOR IS YOUR SOULMARK?
{Remake}
The color that fits you most is Purple!
Those who bear a purple soulcolor are responsible, conforming, and grounded. They prefer predictability over instability and do not take to change well. They prefer to follow a daily schedule to keep themselves motivated and on the path to success, and they don’t stray from their daily chores often. While they don’t like conforming to society, they also don’t like to stand out.
History and tradition are a big part of their identity. They hold family close to their heart, whether they are found or by blood, and have a high moral standard of themselves. They prefer to be supporting roles in people’s lives, often doing the hard labor to make sure everything falls in place.
Since this is a serving type, they tend to become community service members and are most likely to volunteer to help their community. Despite their need to help others, they are highly introverted and keep a close closed off circle of friends. It’s hard to break through their wall to become part of their circle, but it’s rewarding.
Purple soulcolors are always worried about the “what ifs” and are more drawn to pessimistic or realistic outlooks on life. They are cautious around new situations and never expect they’ll succeed. They often feel misunderstood by society, since most types tend to lean on the optimistic side of life, and only want to point out things that may hurt others, but this causes them to appear like the “party pooper” of the group.
{Original}
The color that fits you most is Gold!
Considered a lucky color to have, the gold soul color is never short of achieving their goals and prospering. Analytical, intelligent, and cunning, the gold soulcolor is alluring to even those who aren’t their soulmate. You either envy them or hate them, there is no in between, and they’re fine with that.
This color has expensive tastes and chooses to live in the world of high fashion. They aren’t shy about showing off their achievements and wealth, and they often lose themselves in materialistic things. Bigger and better is their motto.
Gold soulmarks can seem shallow and judgmental to those who don’t know them well. They’re not afraid to cut nuisance out of their life and don’t put up with different opinions than their own. They are known to indulge in self care often, and they avoid things that stress them out as much as possible.
Always knowing how to get what they want, the gold soul color surrounds themselves with people who are not going to stand in their way. They are usually surrounded by a small clique of people designed to lift their spirits with praise. They are also clingy to those who make them feel good, and they are known for bending for those they deem important.
{Nightmare}
The color that fits you most is Indigo!
Often mistaken for having a purple or blue glow, those who have indigo soulcolors are serious, confident, and strong willed. They know what they want to achieve and set out to do so. They are often introverted and seek balance, setting a strong moral code for themselves and others.
This type admires respect over adoration. They are often social advocates for those who need it and believe peace can only be achieved when everyone is working together, not just a powerful select few. This makes them powerful enemies but a powerful group of close friends, as their charismatic personality to do what’s right attracts people to them.
Since they are constantly trying to differentiate themselves from blue and violet soulcolors, indigo soulcolors are often less friendly and nurturing on the outside, but on the inside, they’re tender and supportive. They prefer to keep those who break their outer wall closer than most.
Due to their uncompromising sense of justice, the indigo soulcolor often starts arguments that might not need to be started, uprooting things just because they don’t like them or playing “devil’s advocate” when unnecessary. Despite telling others to get over it, they rarely ever do so and hold grudges for a long period of time.
Tagged by: {stolen from} @quisumisu Tagging: whoever wants to!
Pain. He was always in pain.
However- He growled as his finger was bent back, not letting go until a snap was heard and he had to pull his hand back.
“Goddamn it, girl!” He yanked her hair back and attempted to throw her down beside him; freeing his hand to snap the finger back into place.
so, my girlfriend caught me masturbating to her friend’s facebook page. and now, uh, i’m in masturbator’s anonymous. i stand up at the first meeting and say my name is richie trashmouth —
trashmouth…uh…forgot the joke.
WATCH A FEW MOVIES , TAKE A FEW NOTES — IT WAS FUN !
{Out of Dreams}
Ok, I’m back guys. Apologies for the absence! I’ll get back to things slowly but just rest assured it wasn’t anything any of y’all have done, merely life things that I’d rather not talk about.
So sorry again!
Krueger couldn’t even argue with the girl giving him a command; he just sat.
Fuck. He was getting old. His inner ear was messing up now too? Great.
“I’ve no idea wh-” the demon just rubbed at his face with the uncovered hand. Head still convinced the entire world was spinning.
❝ when i get out of here, i’m going to run but i’ll be back for you, just wait. ❞
He couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, Ain’t that a bitch? We haven’t even had a proper chat and you’re planning to leave?”
“What makes you so sure you’re getting out?”
☾ A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) Sentence Starters
“I dreamed about this guy in a dirty red and green sweater.”
“I had a hard-on this morning when I woke up, [Name]… had your name written all over it.”
“I couldn’t even see the fucker.”
“He/She’s been in the john puking since he/she saw it.”
“I’m into survival.”
“[Name], help me, please! Save me from…”
“[Name], you are going to get some sleep tonight if it kills me!”
“Who cares what she says?”
“It’s only a dream.”
“You’re nuttier than a fruitcake but I love you anyway.”
“I’m going to split you in two!”
“We have reason to believe there may be something very strange going on.”
“Do you know who that is, [Name]? Because if you do, you better tell me because he/she’s after me now.”
“Feel better? You call this feeling better?! Or maybe I should grab that bottle and veg out with you. Avoid everything happening to me by getting good and loaded!”
“You’re sick, [Name]. There’s something wrong with you. You’re imagining things.”
“Screw sleep!”
“I’m not crazy. I’ve just been in a bad mood for the last forty years!”
“Morality sucks.”
“We took gasoline, we poured it all over the place, and left a trail of it out the door. Then lit the whole thing up and watched it burn.”
“Me? Why would anybody wanna kill me?”
“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”
“You think you were gonna get away from me?”
“I take back every bit of energy I ever gave you. You’re nothing. You’re shit!”
(Nancy’s just putting on the fighting gloves watching Quentin be hurt by Krueger. Watch yourself old man.)
{I’ll be the first to say; PLEASE kick his ass Nancy. He deserves it!}
It's been a while since you've posted, but I hope you have a good day! Hope you're doing well!
{Out of Dreams}
Ahh thank you! I’m doing just fine. My internet’s being a jerk lately but hopefully I can get back on more.
He knew when he was asleep? Was the old man getting that rusty?
In place of raising an eyebrow; Krueger slightly cocked his head to the side, his hat tipping.
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“Y’know... Nancy’s said the exact same thing and she spent about an hour painting in the dream world. I don’t think she ever even realized it. It was cute.”
After stopping his pacing, he gestured to Quentin, merely talking with his hands at the moment at least; no threat meant there.
“She was painting you, by the way. Quite the artist.”
{Out of Dreams}
@grabxyourxcrucifix Get online, girl. I need to harass you about rping lmao!
