westley's mess.

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[wesmess]

lana stares at her phone, chewing on her lower lip. she feels a little silly, being so anxious about calling up her friend. she's been friends with garcia for years now and contacts her often to catch up with her, however she's never had to bring a potential case to her friend's attention. finally, lana just grabs her phone off of the coffee table and finally dials her number, her leg bouncing as she waits for her to pick up.

she soon hears garcia's voice on the other end, smiling slightly at the sound of that ever-so-chipper tone. “ hey, garcia. yeah, it's kind of been a little while, huh? i'd love to catch up, but there's... ” lana swallows, her gaze shifting to her notebook. “ i think there's a serial killer here in los angeles and, based on the visions i've been having, i don't think this is where they started. i think they've been in other states, too. ” she looks back up, shifting anxiously in her chair. there was always a chance she could be wrong, that her vision could mean absolutely nothing, but it was also always better to be safe than sorry, right?

“ if i give you the details i have, do you think you can input them somewhere and see if there are any open cases that match those details? ”

@nexusrot

[nicola-coughlan]

THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL 4.08 | How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?

[yangeles-deactivated20260421]

sorry, i thought saying that i stalk you 24/7 and fantasise about you constantly was flirting

[tuberot]

HE COULD ALMOST scowl at her words, dark brows lowering, narrowing his eyes, " a normal life, huh ? listen, miss morrison, from my perspective, you're just some librarian who needs some excitement in her life, and pretending you have these visions is the only way you get that, " he tossed the notebook onto the table instead of placing it into her hand, standing up before slamming his palm flatly against the artwork, eyes glaring down towards her as he leaned slightly, his other hand placed on his hip, " don't linger within my station for too long, miss morrison, or you will be sitting in a cell tonight with the other undesirables. do i make myself clear ? " fingertips smudged the lines on the page slightly as they curled a little, the detective then taking another second to tear the page out and crumple it into his palm, " get out of here with your false narratives and utter delusions. " ainsley stood straight, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head from side to side to lightly crack his neck. laurel green eyed up the sketch again before the crumpled piece of paper was shoved into his slacks.

fuck, he needed a cigarette. or a very stiff drink. something to deal with the headache he was getting. but he stood still, a distant look falling over his eyes. well, shit. just what he fucking needed. one of these spells to come on. the sounds around him muffled, his eyes unfocused, refocused, repeat, darting across the bland, thin gray carpet under his shoes. god. dammit.

[wesmess]

lana's eyes narrow at him and she starts to reach for her notebook, only to jerk her hand away when he slams his down onto the drawing, eyes widening slightly. oh, she really doesn't like him, less so when he takes that topmost page and tears it out of the notebook. how dare he? if he'd simply asked for it, lana would've gladly given him the drawing, but he had to go and tear it out himself, damaging some of the pages beneath it.

asshole.

“ 'undesirable'? ” lana scowls and stands, glaring up at him as she takes her notebook back when he straightens up. it wasn't like she asked for these fucking abilities, and to add insult to injury, he, like many others, just have to keep insulting her, doesn't he? dick. lana closes the notebook and stuffs it back into her messenger bag, zipping it up and secures the front flap in its place.

she spares him another glance, now seeing that distant look in his eyes. what... what the hell is going on? she starts to reach out toward his arm. “ uh, detective ridges? are you— ” the moment lana's fingers brush against his watch, her vision is flooded with a memory. the heavy thud of his victim being hit in the head, the sickening sound of a knife slicing through flesh, muscle and bone, blood splattering on the ground, a masked face looking upward as he's reaching up to hang what's left of the body in a shower.

the memory quickly ends, making lana gasp as she stares up at the detective with wide, frightened eyes. she clutches the strap of her bag, taking a step back toward the door. “ y-you— you— ” but lana can't get out another word. fear has its vice grip on her.

[tuberot]

WHEN LANA MORRISON was suggested to him, the man could only scowl and click his tongue in response. he didn't want her help with the current ongoing case of the highway ghost. he hated how the others on the force entertained her delusions, how they sung her praises and dedication. she wasn't even a member of the force, so why the fuck should he even waste his time in conversing with her ? he really hated working around a bunch of single-celled organisms with no thoughts of their own. they rather let some 'psychic' do their work for them. it was pathetic.

however, he relented, letting his assistant call lana into the station, if only to watch her crash and burn before his very eyes. he had been standing in front of one of the clear boards when she entered, laurel green eyes gazing down at her with a mixture of disdain and disinterest. his solid black cloth mask hid his deep frown, though he was certain his eyes did all the talking for him, " miss morrison, " he greeted coldly, turning away from her again for a moment to write something onto the board before he tossed the dry-erase maker onto the table, seating himself across from her, " try not to waste too much of my time today. " ainsley's voice was bitter, laced with a hatred that wasn't directed towards her.

even though it may as well been. he didn't believe in the supernatural, not in the way that she supposedly worked. when the previous L had gotten his hands on the death note, it only altered his opinion slightly. otherworldly forces existed, but they weren't interacting with humans in any special way. so what the fuck was her deal ? did she think she got these 'visions' from god ?

" if you want my honest opinion, you should be committed, " he responded as he examined the notebook, idly tapping his fingertips against his knee, " do you enjoy injecting yourself into investigations, miss morrison ? "

[wesmess]

yeah, there it was. anger, hatred. lana was used to it. she was used to comments like that, too. comments from people that treated her like she was crazy or some kind of freak. she didn't like it, but she was used to it, so it didn't really matter. people were entitled to their opinions, after all. they'll think what they want to about her, it's no skin off her back.

“ not particularly, detective ridges. i'd love to have a 'normal' life and just be a librarian, but, ” lana shrugs and crosses one leg over the other, lacing her fingers together over her bag, “ this is the way things are for me and i've accepted it. i just like helping people. ” given his tone and the way he looks at her, though, she doubts he even cares. not one bit, she's certain of that. fuck, this guy is making her want a cigarette.

lana leans forward and holds her hand back out toward the notebook, staring at him. “ if you don't want my help, i'll just take what i know and go. ” she knows her information is valuable, so can he really turn her away? maybe she'll just hand over what she knows to one of the other detectives on the case, one she knows will listen to her.

[wesmess]

lana thanks the detective's assistant, smiling at her before turning away and heading into the office. “ detective ridges. i was told i'd be working with you for this case. ” she greets quietly, looking up at him. she's seen him in the department before, but she's never worked with him. she's heard he can be... abrasive, maybe more so if he ever had to work with her. that was fine, she was used to cops and detectives not liking her. some seemed to treat her like she thought she could do their job better than they could. not like lana had a choice in what she dreamt about.

lana moves to sit now, smoothing over her skirt. she reaches into her bag to pull out a notebook, flipping to one of the pages near the middle. “ my dream only came in flashes, but i was able to make out some of the killers features finally. ” she shows the detective the page she'd drawn on, placing it in front of him. it was the bust of a man with wavy brown hair that went past his shoulders, a square, stubbled jaw, dark brown eyes, and a sharp nose that had clearly been broken at least once in his life and was poorly reset, and tanned skin.

“ i know some of the details are vague, but i think this should still help. i swear i saw he had a tattoo on his neck, but... ” lana purses her lips and shakes her head. “ some details were... fuzzy and hard to make out. ”

@nexusrot

[wesmess]

new oc dropped baybeee

[ghost-faces-deactivated20250916]

i wrapped my heart up for u in foil in case you want it later it's in the fridge

[vampiricjester]

go ahead bite my neck. i can be normal about it please just bite my neck. please. i promise i am normal and can be trusted with neck biting. please just. bite my neck. bite it. please bite my neck. i am so normal. please bite me. on the neck. ok now draw blood.

[all-the-bones-ever-deactivated2]

this hit me like a truck

[tuberot]

it wasn't hard to get into danny's cabin, it was something frank would often do when he was bored and wanted someone to bother. the entity's realm could get... stifling. same shit, different day, if days could even be calculated here. he didn't hate it, perse, but it really did grow tiresome sometimes; entering a trial and terrorizing the survivors, standing at the edge of the woods to stare them down at the fire. so bothering his fellow killers was something he enjoyed, and danny gave him some interesting reactions at times.

he was lounged on the man's couch, boots propped up on the table as he leaned back, his arms over the back of the couch, one of danny's cigarettes hanging from his lips. he was grateful that he smoked the same shitty cigarettes frank did, but, damn, couldn't he ask the entity for anything better than this ? it was no secret that danny johnson, the ghostface, was favored. gray eyes flicked over towards the other as he entered, a smirk curling the edge of the brunet's lips, " i'm fuckin' bored, man. besides, i figured you'd want the company since she's been havin' ya in trial after trial. not happy to see me ? "

[wesmess]

danny turns his head toward frank, revealing his deadpan expression. “ do i look happy to see you, frank? ” as he takes a long drag from his cigarette, he wonders if he can ask the entity for some sort of... anti-frank barrier around his cabin. would that be doable? it's the entity, it's probably doable. that'd just be unnecessarily rude to frank though, huh... yeah, probably.

danny moves in front of his television, picking out a movie and putting it into the player. he turns the TV on and plops down onto the couch. “ if you're going to stay, the least you could do is be decent company. have you got something you want to talk about? something you want to do? ” danny supposes the least he can do is ask. hopefully frank isn't going to waste his free time.

[wesmess]

his boisterous laughter was not the sound she hoped for. adelaide should've known he would do such a thing but it doesn't hurt any less. exhaling sharply through her nose, she worms her way out of his grasp. his questions go unanswered and instead she grumbles out, “ quiet, you, ” and glares at him.

adelaide looks away, gaze focused on the wall as she draws up her knees and wraps her arms around her legs. oh, why did she bother? why couldn't he just give her that answer without laughing at her? she thought she could confess her feelings, but after his reaction, she isn't sure she can. adelaide would rather give him the cold shoulder than suffer another broken heart.

[wesmess]

carrie swallows thickly and manages to nod. it takes the masked man pointing toward the survivors gathered around the campfire to make her finally look up at him. there's something frightful about not knowing who he is, what his face looks like. mama would've insisted a man like him had to be in league with the devil for killing and wearing such a mask.

“ i... i-i guess so. ” there's no point in denying what she is after that mess in her high school. just thinking about it all makes her sick to her stomach. mama was right, they really did laugh at her. they humiliated her. they all got what they deserved.

“ the house, it... it was collapsin' down around me. m-mama, she— ” carrie pauses and there's a frantic look on her face. she turns her head to try and look at her shoulder, pulling on the strap of her dress to better inspect it. where's the blood? the wound? “ it's gone... ” she doesn't understand it. was she healed the moment she entered the fog? her expression becomes one of confusion. “ she stabbed me r-right here, ” carrie says softly as she prods at that very spot, “ but there ain't no sign of it... ”

she doesn't understand, but she fixes her dress. “ just before the house could fully collapse, that thick fog rolled in and suddenly i found myself in some sort of... twisted game. ” carrie looks back up at the man's mask. “ i saw familiar faces, too. billy a-and— ” her chest feels tight and her throat burns. she plays with a lock of hair, twisting it “ and chris. sh-she... she was there, too. ” she looks away again, away from the survivors. she swallows again. “ i'm carrie. carrie white. ”

[wesmess]

“ i-i want to-to t-take care o-o-of you. ple-please, l-let me. ” ( survivor mura to danny >:3 )

meme.

even the entity's favorite could have a slew of really shitty trials. it just doesn't seem to be danny's day today. his vision had finally cleared after being blinded by a flashlight and he was chasing after another survivor. he'd already hoisted them up onto a hook once, but another freed them. bastard. he rushes forward and stabs them again. yanking out his knife, danny grabs them and hoists them up onto his shoulder, beginning to carry them to the nearest hook just to feel a blade sink into his shoulder blade. danny didn't have time to brace for it, immediately dropping the survivor and sinking down to his knees, trying to reach around for the knife but finding himself unable to grasp the handle.

fuck!

he groans, gloved fingers digging into his thighs as he tries to push through the pain and think clearly again. danny feels a gentle hand rest on his other shoulder and his head snaps up, seeing the familiar face. he scowls and slaps her hand away. “ i don't need your help, mura. ” he just needs to get this stupid knife out of his shoulder, but, try as he might, he just can't get his hand around the handle. a growl of frustration escapes danny and his brow furrows deeply, the muscles in his jaw taught as he clenches his teeth. he exhales a deep, heavy sigh through his nose. “ fine. take it out. ”

[evilvvithin]

james russell as brahms heelshire in THE BOY william brent bell, 2016

[mcflymemes]

FANTASY SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS *  fantasy location based prompts for starters, adjust as necessary

[ 01 ] under the shelter of an ancient oak tree in the depths of a dark forest

[ 02 ] a rickety bridge hanging over a massive waterfall

[ 03 ] a tiny village bakery, the shelves stocked with freshly baked goods

[ 04 ] standing beside a massive magical portal. who knows where it might lead?

[ 05 ] the darkest depths of a dragon's lair, gold glittering at your feet

[ 06 ] a vast, empty field with a bright blue sky overhead

[ 07 ] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

[ 08 ] a rowdy village tavern crowded with drunk, singing patrons

[ 09 ] a winding path in the dark that leads to nowhere

[ 10 ] the crumbling remains of a burnt-out homestead

[ 11 ] another realm, unknown to you, the lights bright enough to blind you

[ 12 ] a tiny tent in the middle of the woods, the fading embers of your campfire still glowing just outside the door

[ 13 ] a tidy apothecary shop crowded with labeled jars and bowls of supplies

[ 14 ] the fiery lair of your mortal enemy

[ 15 ] the hallowed halls of an ancient sanctuary, stone walls covered in vines and light peeking in through cracks in the ceiling

[ 16 ] a civilized throne room, lanterns lit on the walls leading up to the throne itself

[ 17 ] a dewy meadow perfect for a picnic

[ 18 ] a valley packed with tents, knights , and weapons all readying themselves for a major battle

[ 19 ] a bright, snowy glen

[ 20 ] a strange village doused in darkness, the streets teeming with cloaked figures and suspicious individuals

[ 21 ] a chilly cave hidden behind a waterfall

[ 22 ] in the midst of a dangerous battle, bandits attacking from all sides

[ 23 ] at the foot of a massive, venerated shrine, one that's been forgotten by time and worn down with age

[ 24 ] a busy village market, shopkeepers shouting their prices and selling their wares to curious passerby

[ 25 ] a magical greenhouse with glowing plants and precious, healing herbs

[princeorm]

BRUCE CAMPBELL as Ashley “Ash” J. Williams