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🍑 HORROR MOVIE QUOTES

“I live in the weak, in the wounded”

“I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work”

“They will say that I have shed innocent blood, what’s blood for if not for shedding?”

“I just can’t take no pleasure in killing. Just some things you gotta do, don’t mean you have to like it”

“I’m your number one fan”

“We all go a little mad sometimes”

“I like to dissect girls”

“You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured?”

“Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? It’s fear”

“Have you checked the children?”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep”

“Be afraid, be very afraid”

“They mostly come at night, mostly”

“We’re gonna die out here”

“It’s alive, watching, waiting”

“It knows what scares you”

“Seven days”

“You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish!”

“Everyone’s entitled to one good scare”

“What an excellent day for an exorcism”

“I am the eater of worlds, and of children!”

“The bogeyman is real, and you found him”

“We have such sights to show you”

“Join us!”

“Sometimes – dead is better”

“Look at me, ( name )! It’s all for you!”

“You sick fucks have seen one too many movies”

“Look at what you did to him!”

“When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth”

“You’re gonna need a bigger boat”

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding –”

“I’m sorry ( name ), I’m afraid I can’t do that”

“They’re all gonna laugh at you!”

“I see dead people”

“Redrum”

“We accept her, one of us!”

“Darling, light of my life! I’m not gonna hurt ya – I’m just gonna bash your brains in!”

“I’ll kill you all! I’ll drive you crazy, then I’ll kill you all!”

“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver”

“Oh yes, there will be blood”

“What have you done to its eyes!”

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**Name**: Valentina Torres

**Age**: 18

**Occupation**: Part Time Music Record Worker

**Personality**: Valentina Torres is a vivacious and confident woman with a flair for the dramatic. Her presence lights up any room she enters, and her fashion sense is unparalleled. She’s known for her bold and vibrant style, never shying away from making a statement with her outfits, which are always on-trend and impeccably put together.

Valentina has an unapologetic sense of self-assuredness and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She possesses a sharp wit and a quick sense of humor, often using her clever quips to disarm anyone who tries to challenge her. Her friends admire her for her loyalty and fierce protectiveness, as she would go to great lengths to support and defend them.

Despite her sassy exterior, Valentina has a warm heart and a deep sense of compassion. She’s a passionate advocate for causes she believes in and isn’t afraid to stand up for what’s right. Her combination of sassiness and sincerity makes her a captivating and unforgettable presence in the lives of those lucky enough to know her.

**Background**: Valentina life was pretty stable while being in a poor family. But there was happiness until it was shatter when her town was destroyed by the act of Martin Brenner. Blood and death surrounded the poor girl as her parents tried to escape with their daughter. But it ended in failure as they were chased by the soldiers and killed, but Valentina was not deliver with a killing. Instead she was held captive and forced to leave her town. Valentina didn’t know what would happen to her nor the gift she possessed. But all that was left in Valentina’s  heart was nothing but bitterness and emptiness. 

But what was waiting for Valentina was something much terrible.Forced to endure hellish experiments with other unknown kids she had never met.  

Some kids didn’t survive from these experiments. Valentina was one of the survivors who had excel in results Brenner wanted. Through these events alter her power. Gaining a second ability through the mutation of her blood. Being label as the Blood Maidan within the research files. Soon enough Valentina began to build a high pain tolerance from the countless experiments. Out of worry that Valentina might rebel and break out of the lab Martin had Valentina placed into a cyrostasis slumber, hidden away in the depths of the Hawkins national laboratory.

To which the idea worked as Valentina was in the state of docile and stable. When the massacre had happen,her pod had malfunctioned. Allowing Valentina out to which she took the moment of chaos to escape and finally have the freedom she desperately wanted. Wandering around the woods for some hours until she stumble upon a home of a old women. Sure it was creepy for a strange women in a hospital gown approach the home. However the old women felt pity for Valentina and decided to nurse her back to full health. It was strange that the old lady would care for her, though it did touched Valentina’s heart. Reminding her of the lost family she once had. This resulted in Valentina staying with the old women and trying to reform back into society.

**Powers**

Telekinesis: The ability to levitate/move a person or thing by her mind. Though this does strain Valentina. Causing her to gain nose bleeds if she over uses this ability. 

Immense Pain Tolerance: Valentina has an immense tolerance towards any kind of physical pain. 

Self Blood Manipulation- Valentina develop a secondary ability to control her blood if spilled. She is able to form spikes or even a lance. But it does not last long since it uses a lot of her strength.

Extra: Valentina’s brithday is new years eve, as well as being the last day of the year on the gregorian calendar

When Valentina  uses too much power, she will fall into deep slumber for a day.

She’s a foodie so if anyone wanted to get on her good side. Then food is the way. 

Valentina can be forgetful due to the trauma she had faced years before. So sometimes she will forget a task.

Valentina does on rare occasion have a nightmare of the facility. And the horrors she had to witness. A place she refuses to return to no matter what. 

Quotes:

”Music for me is an escape for my mind.” 

”Love? So that’s the funny emotion I was experiencing. It’s conflicting for me.”

”For this world to balance. There must be good and bad. If you destroy the other everything will crumble.” 

“I don't know how to roller skate. You better not laugh.” 

”I want to protect you? I can't explain it but I won't let anyone hurt you.”

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Valentina couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Ricki’s half-hearted comment, his mock sympathy delivered with a theatrical smack against his chest. It was their playful banter, the glue that held their dynamic together. She snickered at his parody of concern, recognizing the familiar dance of their camaraderie. Ricki’s willingness to turn into putty for her was something she both appreciated and teased him for.

Valentina’s eyes flickered with amusement as Ricki asked her to spend hours fixing his wounds, a sly suggestion to have more time alone with her. While the request held a playful undertone, Valentina, ever indulgent in their banter, couldn’t turn down his plea.

“Of course, Ricki,” she replied with a teasing glint in her eyes. ���I’ll spend all my hours fixing your mishaps. It’s become my favorite pastime, after all. But even so it seems someone just can’t get enough of my attention. Must be a real sucker for my healing touch, huh?”

Valentina flashed Ricki a mischievous grin as she said, “Alright, tough guy, time to strip down that shirt. Can’t have you hiding any other unattended wounds, can we?”

In a sarcastic tone, Valentina looked at Ricki and remarked, “Well, you look like a bloody mess, don’t you?” She shook her head in mock disapproval, adding, “I reckon you might need a few stitches or something.” With a sly grin, she disappeared briefly, only to return with a small medical bag.

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In a sarcastic tone, Valentina looked at Ricki and remarked, "Well, you look like a bloody mess, don't you?" She shook her head in mock disapproval, adding, "I reckon you might need a few stitches or something." With a sly grin, she disappeared briefly, only to return with a small medical bag.

Opening it with a theatrical flourish, she teased, "Hope you're not afraid of needles, darling." Valentina proceeded to clean the blood from Ricki's face, revealing that it was just a minor cut on his nose. Placing a band-aid with a touch of flair, she patted his right shoulder, her tone shifting to a more serious note. "You could've been killed out there, Ricki. Gotta be more careful, alright?" Her concern was genuine, though delivered with a hint of playful banter.

open to all     ricki who is prone to bad company and bad business didn’t make a successful escape this time after he was confronted by a rival gang. long story short he comes to your muse to get his fixer upper without needing to go to a&e and be met with questions 

       “Don’t yer worry yer pretty little face. I’ll be awright. It’s just a lil’ scratch on the face. It’s not like they got my liver, now that’d be a right problem. How else am I gonna digest all me drinks? They’ve been nothing but good to me,” he tutted as he wiped his face, his nostrils by now suffocated with crimson liquid and it hasn’t stopped bleeding since. He sniffled loudly before growing aghast. “Be honest with me… is my nose still pretty?” Ricki rubbed against its bridge, afraid that the other guy did an absolute carnage to his face. The fight was brutal and he was cheated out of his defence when he was up against three others. Usually up for a ruffle this time Ricki knew his bravado was short and so he scampered. “One of the lads was prolly the size of all three of em’ squished together. Just tell me I ain’t gon’ need stitches…”

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It was just like any other night, the weather perfect to have fun. To Aleera it meant a easier prey to feast on. And so she selected a gentle and unsuspecting man, who took a liking towards Aleera. Luring the man into her web of temptation with her beauty and the pretense of needing assistance. Her initial feelings of pity for the man were quickly overtaken by delight, knowing the fear she will soon instill in him.

“You know, we could take this alleyway right here. It will lead us to my apartment much faster. Trust me, it’s a shortcut. I take this path everyday so it’s fine. Besides I have my Prince Charming right here to protect me from danger right?” Such compliment easily cemented the man to follow her through.

As she guides him through the dark alleyway, the man’s trust is betrayed, and Aleera revels in mocking him for his naivety. The moment she strikes, her claws leave a bloody mark upon his neck, and she savors the sight of his life’s essence splattering on her her enjoyment of the act emphasizes her sadism.

The sick joy she derives from giving her victims false hope was like an itch she could not ignore.

“You see, my dear, I am feeling particularly generous tonight. I’ll offer you a choice. You can try to run, and if you somehow manage to escape this alleyway, I’ll grant you your pitiful life.” Aleera shakes her finger in a taunting manner, “But don’t think it’ll be that easy. It’s a game, you see, and the odds aren’t in your favor. So, run, run as far as you can, and we’ll see if fate favors you tonight.”

The man’s desperate attempt to escape is met with further cruelty as Aleera playfully slashes his back, each wound deepening his terror. Licking the blood that dripped down her fingers, relishing in the taste before singing in a melodic tone,

“Can you hear the rhythm of your fear? Your heart’s song, a melody of desperation, plays on. The faster it beats, the closer I draw, each note a reminder of your fate. So dance, my sweet, dance to the tune of your own doom, for I am near.”

Sadly the man could no longer run, his body had given up. Falling upon the cold ground of defeat. The chilling final moments, were seen of Aleera kneeling before the dying man as she smiles, with those fangs ready to sink into him.

“You were so close. I truly did have some hope for you. But there’s no need for fear now. In this final moment, it’s just you and I.”

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𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 | 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚

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Commission for @leatherfaceologist

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A bride recently asked me to make her a necklace for her wedding that looked like a fancy throat slash. This was a really fun project.

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St. Elmo’s Fire

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girls after saying they don't give a fuck

(she gives a fuck)

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Megan's gaze was drawn to a photograph of beautiful, vibrant wildflowers that adorned the wall of their cozy living space. She couldn't help but be amazed at Maria's uncanny ability to spot and capture the most unique and captivating subjects through her lens. A hint of admiration in her eyes, Megan playfully commented, "Maria, your eyes must be like camera lenses; you always find things others can't."

She couldn't resist a mischievous nudge to Maria's side, her smirk indicating she had something on her mind. "You know, maybe that boy in your photography class has a crush on you," she teased, referring to the budding romance that had sparked during their trip. Megan admired Maria's talent, acknowledging that when it came to photography, Maria was the standout. Sometimes, Megan wished she had that kind of artistic gift, but she understood that everyone was unique in their own way. She just hadn't quite discovered her own uniqueness yet.

Megan grinned at Maria's suggestion and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. "That's a wonderful idea! I'm definitely down for a photography trip," she declared. "And I'll bring snacks, of course. After all, genius-level talent deserves some brain fuel."

"Maria," Megan began with excitement, "have you already picked out a location for our next photography trip? You know, it's summertime, and that means the flowers will be in full bloom. I can imagine the stunning shots we could capture with all those vibrant colors around us." Megan's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she thought about the potential for their upcoming adventure, a chance to immerse herself in the beauty of nature and perhaps discover a part of herself she had yet to acknowledge.

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A disagreement? Maria can't help but find herself misjudging the harshness of Megan's previous snapping; it seemed like quite a change in character for it to be caused by a mere 'disagreement'. Maria knows, or believes she knows, that Megan is downplaying it, likely in an attempt to push Maria's attention off of it, to keep her friend from worrying.

While it certainly does not quell her anxieties, Maria pretends that the meiosis is successful, even going so far as to pull her lips into an innocent, clueless smile. If Megan wishes to downplay whatever it was that troubled her, Maria wasn't going to intrude. She knew her boundaries - and, frankly, didn't particularly want to get snapped at again.

The brunette's eyes flick over to the dripping pictures clipped on a line, and she nods her head, forcefully reassuring herself, aiming to rub off that reassurance on her guest.

"Well; it's going well," she answers, tracing the corner of one photo with her thumb, watching the way that the reflected light glides along the slick surface. The photo of interest contains a field of yellow and red wildflowers, the back of the photo still clean, though once it dries, it's likely to be victim to the needless scrawlings of details that have a tendency to show up on the backs of most of Maria's collection.

Photos are a way to preserve memories, moments in time that may be lost in the turmoil of everyday stress. Photos tell a story, a second-long story contained in the flash of a camera, and photos are a portal on their own. But reminders help; a quick note on the type of flower, what time of day the squirrel was spotted, what trail the photo was taken on. Photos are memories, shared. Shown to more than those who were there in the moment; joined with an onlooker's memory, a communicable past.

Tapping the still-damp film with her finger, her smile grows more genuine, tracing the shape of the field, the splashes of color where the red and the yellow fight for territory. "Took it last week. About a mile or so off campus. A boy in my photography class mentioned it, even offered to take me there," she chuckles, oblivious to any implications of the offer, "but I had some time off work, so I decided to go. Maybe I could take you there sometime. Take more pictures."

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“Shake thyself from the dust; and arise” ⚰️

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I envision Aleera's approach to catching her prey as a carefully orchestrated and seductive game. She doesn't just pounce on her victims; she lures them into a web of desire and danger.

Aleera chooses her prey with precision, often selecting individuals with a strong-willed and confident demeanor. She begins by subtly seducing them, using her irresistible charm and allure. As the prey becomes more captivated, they find themselves willingly drawn into her world.

She might tease and play with them, allowing them to believe they have a chance to escape. It’s a carefully choreographed dance of temptation and torment. Her sadistic pleasure comes not only from the act of feeding but from the psychological torment she inflicts.

Ultimately, when her prey is at their most vulnerable, when they’ve given in to her completely, she strikes with a mix of ecstasy and cruelty. This headcanon emphasizes Aleera’s ability to manipulate and dominate her victims while reveling in the power dynamic of the hunt.