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Friday the 13th game is dead so I might do a soft revival to one of my muses inspired by one of the characters to feel something

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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Eyes narrowed a bit at Billy’s greeting, but he couldn’t quite argue it. He looked a bit of a wreck. His clothes were disheveled, there was a faint cut on his temple, his eyes were blood shot,- if he got any sleep at all the night before, it wasn’t for very long at all. All the signs hinted that he spent his night one of two ways: drinking, doing something really stupid, or both.

Considering how early was on Billy’s doorstep, both sounded more like it.

He walked in and quickly zeroed in on the clutter. “If I did that, I think I’d simply die.” He commented as he scooped the bottles up, making sure each was empty. Being clean was part of his DNA, ever since he was young. No matter how manic he was. So he really didn’t mind having a little something to do when he got there. If anything, he appreciated it in a strange way.

“Hope your night went a little smoother than mine did.” He commented amidst his decluttering.

@popularmxnster

Open to: M/F (Males if romantic)

Billy opened his door and rose a brow, a hint of a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. "Well look what the cat drug in." He stepped to the side, silently accepting the others presence and letting them inside. "Ignore the mess." There was no mess, after twenty years in prison, Billy had become a clean freak. However there were empty beer bottles and box of pizza on the coffee table.

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chat I kinda want him

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@t-errifier from here.

Truthfully, even Michael wasn’t able to full understand his physical limits at times. He himself was no supernatural being. He was just a man, once a child, who had been corrupted and in a way, possessed by an ancient power, an evil that had been around nearly as long as satan himself. What that exactly made him, similar to his pain tolerance, he had no clue. The slice stung a bit, sure. But it was nothing compared to the other marks across his body. Stab wounds, burns, the two missing digits on the hand connected to his currently bleeding arm. The man’s been through hell, and though this wound could be considered no more than a scratch to him, he did let out a surprisingly audible grunt when he was cut.

Still, he only gave a somewhat proper reaction once the victim was a mass of blood and gore beneath him. He wasn’t one to play around, unlike his new… partner? Art was another thing he couldn’t quite make out; what he was or what business he had following around someone like him. But they shared enough similar interests that Michael didn’t mind the clown — - and, after realizing he also didn’t die easily, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice. He could have handled the gash himself, and he might even still do so. He’s no expert, but he's been laying low long enough to learn the basics while dealing with his various wounds over the years (even with whatever power he was granted, he tried his best to practice caution where he could). 

Still, he allowed the clown to look it over, silently ( & playfully ) berating him for his ‘clumsy’ ways. He didn’t do much in response other than give a half-hearted glare, no real bite or bark behind. Though, perhaps a low growl. One that grew in volume when Art began digging around the wound. It hurt, he felt it, but it needed to be done. If not by Art, by himself later on. It was only when he touched it again that he reacted with a light wince, accompanied by a flinch. The area was sore, though thankfully a bit less uncomfortable thanks to the glass’s removal. 

Still, he’d worry about it later on. They were only half finished with their job. 

And he tried to remind Art of that, by nodding towards the mess of a body on the ground. He pointed towards the lifeless victim, before pointing towards the wall of the living room he crashed out of. ‘We still need to decorate’, he tried to explain. It was an activity he enjoyed almost as much as the murder itself, posing what was left of his victims in creatively gruesome scenes. Definitely something worthy of pushing off a patch-up, especially knowing their time was limited (thanks to his rather noisy little stunt).

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COSTAS MANDYLOR as Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman in SAW 3D (2010)

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R.I.P. Tony Todd (December 4, 1954 – November 6, 2024)

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It was a chilly autumn night. Steven had been tucked into bed just a few minutes ago, just after a hot cup of coca. Now he was in the kitchen preparing another round of mugs, one for him and one for Michael. He hummed quietly along to the tune of ‘Mr. Sandman’ by The Chordates as he did.

Once finished, he grabbed them by the handles and brought one to the other. He gave him a chance to sip the drink before he spoke. “Halloween’s coming up. And your birthday. How’re you feeling?”

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“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ” / for randy or chad

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

Was Randy fussing? Yeah, he was. But was he fussing more than anyone else would if they stumbled upon someone practically covered in blood? Yeah, probably. Maybe his past trauma was to blame, but seeing anyone who looked like they were turned into a human(?) rag was enough to make his own blood run cold. 

And then hearing it wasn’t Stefan’s blood, like he initially thought? That didn’t exactly make things much better. The knot in his stomach grew bigger, a feeling of unease filled his entire body as he continued to look over the other’s. He released his hands from Stefan’s arm, taking a small step back.

“Who’s fucking blood is it then?”

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🛌 Liam & Kevin

Send me 🛌 to crawl into bed with my muse!

Kevin wasn’t usually such a sound sleeper. It normally would’ve taken a lot less to wake him - he would’ve been up at the sound of the door (or window, he still wasn’t too sure how the other got in) opening. However, he that night only stirred in his spot on the bed. He blamed it on the new strain he brought home from work that evening. Just a few hits and he was passed out on top of his blankets. 

It wasn’t until he felt the bed dip under someone else’s weight that he became more alert. He was still a bit slow to waking up, but he managed to turn towards the other body inhabiting the bed. Sleepy eyes blinked open and attempted to focus on the face not too far from his own. It took him a few moments, but he was eventually able to recognize the familiar face.  

“What’re you doing here, shorty?” He asked in a low tone. There was a small laugh thrown after his words because while he is a bit confused, he’s not exactly bothered by the disturbance. “You came here to light up? Or just the cuddle session after?” He followed up with, the corners of his lips spreading wide into a dopey smile. He turned onto his back and stretched his lanky limbs out.

He still kept an arm extended once he was finished, so that Liam could slot into the spot next to him if he chose.

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[ FIRE PLACE ]  for  sender  and  receiver  to  get  cosy  by  a  wood  burning  fire  place. (For Jeremy)

✰ — SHIPPY AUTUMN PROMPTS    !  ༄

The cabin had been in his family for years, somewhere close to a century. *On paper* it only just came into his (a.k.a Adam Carr’s) possession, but paper didn’t erase the blueprint from his mind, and it certainly didn’t fix the markings from the wall each summer where they tracked his height - if only they could see his towering figure. But he didn’t purchase the property to dwell on the past. He always had a love for the property, the space and solitude it provided. He rented it once more because he wanted to make new memories. And he knew exactly who he wanted to do that with on his first trip back.

The day had been simple, nice. Quiet, minus their constant playful bickering. Jeremy did what he could to make the other comfortable, and it seemed to be paying off. As they day wound down into a rather chilly night, Jeremy decided to start up the fireplace while Billy got them another round of beers. And currently, they were basking in the fruits of his labor. The pair relaxed on the floor on a big plush carpet on the floor. Dark brown, possibly bear fur - he always forgot which animal. A blanket sat over their shoulders, a bit too small for them to both use without huddling close.

 He could have grabbed a bigger one, they certainly weren’t limited - but there was no fun in that.

He lifted his head from Billy’s shoulder, sipping his beer as he took an up-close look at him. He’s seen those features dozens of times, studied them likely more than he did his own (before his procedures, at least). “You’re really handsome when you keep your mouth shut.” He blurted out, a half-hearted attempt to mimic the other before backing out. “And when you don’t.” He quickly followed up with, knees gently bumping into the other’s.

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[ dress ] - raleigh to dewey

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌���𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

“You look perfect.” Dewey was quick to compliment as he looked the figure over - and what little over it was covered by his outfit. When he first brought it up, it was more or less a joke. An innocent comment made in passing. But clearly there must have been some sort of intent behind it for the comment to linger in both their heads, painting an image that, while it was foreign, wasn’t revolting to them. And after a somewhat lengthy discussion, they took a rather discreet trip to one of the boutiques a town over.

And now there they were; Dewey sat at the side of the bed with his uniform half undone, and a barely dressed Raleigh currently straddling his lap. Certainly a far leap from the silly little comment that initiated all of this — - not that Dewey was complaining in the slightest. A hand travelled around his waist, thumb looping over the waistband of the thong clinging to the younger’s skin. He brought his lips to the side of Raleigh’s face, kissing from his jaw to his earlobe. 

“The best part of getting a present like this is unwrapping it.” He teased in a whisper, while fingers continued to linger over the soft fabric. Though, as eager as he was to get the other naked, he wasn’t as eager to rid himself of the current image Raleigh presented…

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In the source link you will find #570 gifs of Froy Guiterrez in The Strangers: Chapter 1. He is Mexican (Caxcan descent) and white (Norwegian, Hungarian, English, Irish, some German and Swiss-German). Froy is queer which is something to keep in mind if/when choosing to use him as an FC. Do not use in gif hunts or make icons. See gif directory for full list of rules. Remember to please like and reblog if you decide to use.

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he’s the worst man ever invented but of course, his breasts are sublime

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“  this  pumpkin  kinda  looks  like  you. ” - chandler to joey

✰ — SHIPPY AUTUMN PROMPTS    !  ༄

“—what?” Joey’s squinted, his head tilting as if he were trying to see himself in the pumpkin. Pumpkin picking was something the pair always something they did as tradition, even before becoming boyfriends. It was one of the many things that maybe made people think they already were boyfriends. It was a spot his family would usually go to, he was supposed to go with them later in the month. It was a quaint fair-like setup an hour upstate, just a small taste of what life was like when you weren’t surrounded by skyscrapers. 

Joey loved the food, but he loved the activities too. 

They couldn’t do much to decorate the front of their apartment. But a couple of jack-o-lanterns to hang out outside the front door until they started stinking up the hallway sounded like the perfect idea to the actor - though, Chandler usually coaxed him into a more appropriate spot. 

Eventually, he broke out into a small fit of laughter, joined with a playful roll of his eyes. “We should try to find one that looks like you so they could match,” he countered with. He reached a hand up to ruffle the other’s hair, fixing it back into place just as quickly. He then reached both arms out to take the pumpkin ; or Chandler if he was feeling particularly affectionate. Either or.

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