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send me a ➹ and a fc ;; i'll create a character on the spot !!!

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⭒⭒⭑⭒ -- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: FIRST TIMES (sfw), part 1

remember you can send 'reverse' to switch the roles ! other parts will be posted here.

ANGRY receiver is angry at sender for the first time BED receiver and sender share a bed for the first time CAR receiver shares a ride with sender for the first time COOKING receiver cooks for sender for the first time CRYING receiver sees sender crying for the first time DATE receiver asks sender out on a date for the first time DRUNK receiver drunk calls/texts sender for the first time FLOWERS receiver gives sender flowers for the first time HAND receiver touches sender’s hand for the first time HEARTFELT receiver sends sender a heartfelt text/audio for the first time HUG receiver hugs sender for the first time HURT receiver sees sender hurt for the first time HOME receiver goes to sender’s home for the first time MESS receiver sees sender in a messy state for the first time JOURNAL receiver writes about sender in their journal for the first time SAFE receiver feels safe around sender for the first time SEEN receiver sees sender for the first time SICK receiver sees sender sick for the first time SNOOZE receiver falls asleep on sender for the first time SUN receiver and sender watch the sunrise together for the first time TEXT receiver texts sender first after a long silence for the first time UPSET receiver sends sender an upset text/audio for the first time

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Dark Carnival Aesthetic ; requested by anon

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i'm okay with:

starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!

pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.

multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!

regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.

anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!

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" he is not a creature, he has a name. " naomi, every year, replied in the same way. despite her soul being owned by the prince of hell orobas, she found herself eternally grateful for the deal he'd offered her... even if it meant she was prisoner to his violent whims. leo spoke of change, and naomi could only shake her head in quiet defeat. " you think it's just a day to me? it's a day to be seen, to be touched, to feel my belly full, to actually taste food. you- you'll never understand! " she slammed the knife down, wincing at her own aggression. it was becoming unchecked the longer she was dead. naomi felt out of place in this new, modern world. desperate to catch up, to learn, to feel apart of it all. " there is no other way. i can't get out of this, leo, you know that. if i don't do this, tonight... i don't know if i'll even exist at all. "

the   sharp   of   the   knife   matched   the   edge   of   her   tone   .   he'd   seen   what   desperation   could   do   ,   how   longing   obstructed   one's   ability   to   see   anything   outside   of   the   goal   waiting   for   them   at   the   end   of   a   tunnel   .   he's   also   been   around   long   enough   to   know   that   that   tunnel   would   be   never   ending   .   the   goal   post   consistently   moved   .   she   was   no   innocent   ,   that   he   knew   ,   but   leo   could   still   see   that   she'd   fallen   victim   to   false   promises   too   .   “   you   don't   like   being   told   to   do   but   wasn't   it   a   creature   who   told   you   to   do   what   you're   doing   now   .   ”   he   pointed   out   .   he   pointed   it   out   every   time   .   they'd   done   this   dance   before   .   every   year   in   fact   ,   he   just   could   never   change   her   mind   .   but   leo   never   stopped   trying   .   “   look   ,   i'm   not   going   to   tell   you   there's   an   easier   way   but   there   is   a   better   one   .   one   that   could   ,   maybe   ,   possibly   give   you   more   than   just   a   day   .   ” 

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ooc. woke up from a spooky nap feeling sick asf, so that... that is a bummer. hopefully i am feeling better by the trick or treating hour, it's my daughter's first time going. she's a vampire this year, and i cannot miss it! i'll try to swing 'round again later to get some replies out. i will be focusing on my spooky/supernatural threads for a few days. feel free to answer one of my several new halloween starters even if we have other threads together! i am very much feeling the horror vibes lately so thats where my muse will be.

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status -> open to all characters! canons, ocs, supernatural muses or human encouraged to reply. *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> alara is a siren who has been using her voice to infect the mind of your muse, and cause them to become consumed with a growing obsessed with her. she is pretending to be afraid, waiting for the perfect to turn things around and make her move against your muse.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

heels clacked against pebble as alara stalked with purpose down the (intentionally chosen) dark, secluded alleyway of the city. her mark had been following her for 20 minutes already, she'd noticed instantly. of course, as expected, the end of the alleyway was closed, locked with a gate && chain. cursing under her breath, to further sell the act of being unaware, alara turned and took a deep breath upon seeing her stalker. " ex- excuse me. it's a... dead end. " she mumbled, fear lacing her tone as she took a cautious step backwards, eyes looking wild as they darted around as if looking for help. " please... let me pass, i need to get home.... "

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status -> open to f/nb, canon & oc muses welcome! *we don't have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> our muses are sorority sisters. mysterious "accidents" have been plaguing the other girls in the sorority, killing our friends, and no one believes that we are next. it's up to them alone to protect ourselves, and prove their claims.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

blinds drawn over each window, and all the lights off, ariadne paced around the living room with shot nerves && dark circles under her eyes. for the third time, she tested the weight of the bookcase blocking the door, but it did little to settle her nerves. next, her fingers came to reorganize the series of weapons laid out on the coffee table. " we should've booby-trapped the place, like in home alone. " she remarked, but with the night growing late with every passing moment, she felt they were running out of time. picking up a knife, she looked to her sorority sister with solemn intent. " run me through the plan again. we've got the cameras here, in the hall, and the kitchen - right? if one of us dies, we have to make sure it happens on film. "

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status -> open to all characters! canons, ocs, supernatural muses or human encouraged to reply. rayan is a demon but can be written as human in you prefer, just let me know! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> our muses are at a halloween masquerade ball, but a murder occurred only an hour ago, and now no one is being permitted to leave. my muse is the killer... and they are ready to do it again if that is what it takes. your muse is potentially onto them/holding suspicions.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

standing out among the crowd in a crimson red suit && matching feathered mask, rayan's eyes surveilled the ballroom, cutting through the thick intensity. clusters of costumed party-goers huddled together, some in tears still, whispering about the gruesome scene just out in the hall. a pool of blood, a pentagram sloppily drawn; the theories were flying wild, and one question seemed to press against the lips of most - why hadn't the host called the police? were they held hostage there? lips twitched in a smile, and rayan strutted towards the table of refreshments, untouched && forgotten now save but for one. his dance partner from earlier, before the horror had been unleashed, and the music stuttered to a halt.

" what a terrible end to an otherwise perfectly delightful evening. " he spoke softly, coming up and intentionally scuffing his shoes to the floor to make his presence known before his voice could carry. the tone was a perfect capture of nervous uncertainty, even if ray had no reason to be afraid. the mask was worn well, and he carefully selected a wine glass to bring to his lips. they were all that showed true under his mask, not yet removed. " i hope you're not too frightened. i'm sure whoever the sick, twisted killer is, they're long gone now. "

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status -> open to all characters! canons, ocs, supernatural muses or human encouraged to reply. *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> inspired by the plot of the lost boys. elias is the leader of a vampiric biker gang who tricked your muse into drinking from a bottle of "wine" that was really blood, and your muse is beginning to transform into a vampire.

my other opens - always accepting responses!

as the scene displayed before him, elias held an unchanged expression. oh, he'd seen this before. come morning, the sun would be blinding, too hot, tender against exposed skin. for now, it was the pain of teeth growing, of hunger stirring, of strength building within muscle, pressing against bone until it cracked. the marks of a soul changed, left broken && reforged in the evil darkness. one may almost find elias with a sinister sense of humor, to be doing this on the wickedest night of the year. while trick or treaters were tucked into bed, he watched to see if his gang would grow. " it all stops once you make your first kill. " he said quietly, staring still, unmoving like a statue against the low light of the moon. " if you don't, you'll be stuck halfway like this forever. "

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status -> open to all characters! canons, ocs, supernatural muses or human encouraged to reply, i can adjust lore to fit yours. *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> inspired by x. naomi is a ghost from the 1800s who sold her soul to a powerful demon in exchange for the chance to walk the earth again. every year, on halloween, she has to take an innocent life to preserve her own ability to live as if she were still mortal. she could be either planning to kill your muse, your muse has offered to help, your muse is hoping to stop her, etc! anything you'd like!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

“ i know always that i am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. ” the knife glinted under the full moon, twirled between her fingers as if it belonged there, even if the still, quiet heart in the ghost's chest twinged with something that nearly tasted like guilt. desire was stronger, though. her dark eyes rose to meet theirs. " i don't like being told what i already know. in fact, i don't like to be told what to do at all. "

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

I  wouldn't  sleep  one  night  in  this  place,  are  you  nuts?

I  made  a  mistake,  and  we  should  have  never  come  to  this  house.

We  have  to  leave  here.

I  have  never  been  onto  something  this  big  before!

They  believed  he  would  take  possession  of  those  who  saw  the  images  and  cause  them  to  do  terrible  things.

You  can  never  explain  something  like  this.  And  if  you  were  able  to,  the  odds  are  you  wouldn't  much  care  for  the  answer.

More  ritualised  murders  than  necessarily  serial,  but  really  spread  out,  and  not  just  regionally,  but  over  time.  The  first  one  dates  back  to  the  '60s.

Then  why  did  you  come  in  here  white  as  a  ghost?

You're  looking  at  an  engraving,  an  old  sketch  from  the  Dark  Ages.

When  bad  things  happen  to  good  people  they  still  need  to  have  their  stories  told,  they  deserve  that  much!

That  looks  like  something  out  of  the  Occult.

It's  the  missing  kids…

It's  one  thing  to  hear  about  something,  but  it's  another  thing  to  see  it.

The  symbol  that  you  sent  me  isn't  a  pentagram.

So,  you  don't  believe  in  any  of  that  otherworldly  stuff,  right?

Something's  different  this  time.

Leave  town  and  never  look  back.

He  keeps  them  there  and  devours  their  souls  over  time.

Get  the  car,  we  have  to  leave.  Go!

What  happened  here  happened  to  all  of  us.

You've  not  only  sped  up  his  timeline.  You've  put  yourself  in  it.

Each  family  who  murdered  lived  in  one  of  the  houses  where  the  previous  murders  took  place.

My  God.�� What  on  earth  possessed  you  to  move  here?

You  think  that  the  two  cases  are  related?

In  each  instance,  the  killer  murdered  the  entire  family.  Except  one;  a  child.

It  was  believed  that  children  who  were  exposed  to  images  of  it  were  especially  vulnerable  to  possession.

He  is  the  Eater  of  Children,  he  traps  them  in  his  own  netherworld.

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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

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ooc. i awoke from a dead sleep just after midnight on halloween, the spooky has fulfilled me, and i get online to see boop.

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with his heart thumping in his ears, yet his body surprisingly calm && still, angel took slow steps backwards as ' jennifer ' approached. he'd liked her for... for ages, as long as he could remember, practically. the agreement to go out had been a pleasant surprise, and now, as he felt his back hit the wall && his lean figure press into it, eyes widened further, he wondered - was he sealing his own fate with a silly little crush?

" um... " angel hesitated, eyes moving from hers to the body, the stranger, lifeless on the floor. he could smell the blood, it was a heavy stench in the air, and it caused his stomach to flip in over on itself.

it looked like her. he could almost imagine that hypnotizing smile, the way her skin all but glowed in the sun. makeup pristine, her steps light as heels clacked. never a hair in disarray. it looked like jennifer. but jenn usually wasn't dripping blood from her teeth. her eyes didn't usually look... so black. " i think i... have a few questions first. starting with. what the fuck? "

“Oh my god, this is like something out of a horror movie.”

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The thing that looked up at the sound of a voice wasn't Jennifer. It looked like her. It used her body, and it shared the benefits of what they did together. There were even times the two started to merge in her mind, until there wasn't a lot of difference between herself and the entity. It didn't have a voice, but it had hungers and insights into how to satisfy those hungers that wouldn't have occurred to Jenn on her own. Without it, she knew she wasn't really alive. She'd died that night in Devil's Kettle. If it were to ever leave her body, she would be dead for real. Jennifer didn't want to be dead.

It was crouched over the corpse of some nameless guy, sipping blood out of its chest cavity like a big, demonic cat with cream. It smiled with her mouth, blood dripping down its chin. Jennifer was still aware of everything that happened when the entity took the driver's seat, but in a distant way, like she was sprawled on her bed watching some gory horror flick. It stood, drifting closer to the one who'd interrupted, drawn by their fear. She could taste it on the air, still heady and delicious even when she was satisfied, but Jennifer and the demon were in agreement about this. This was someone they liked, a friend.

"Do you still want to go out tomorrow?"

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biting the inside of his cheek, hakeem had to swallow the words he knew would worsen the fight. there was a potential for fame beyond belief here... a door opening to opportunities unheard of, for either of them. a new life, a brand new perspective. if this tour went well, they could hire an army to run the bookshop, and they could jet off to any place they liked. hakeem couldn't understand. " you could hire an assistant manager? " hakeem ventured... but it was a moot point, and he knew it before the words left him. that bookshop - it was their baby. their pride && joy, just as music was his.

" i'm not saying i won't try. but, sol, you know me, what am i supposed to do? i can't sleep alone. i don't want to sleep alone, without you. to only have you over my phone screen? i'm gonna be a mess. a total wreck. i won't be able to focus. and can you even trust me? " he'd heard this story too many times. he knew the ending.

There was no use in running from the conversation any longer, it needed to happen, as much as Sol was dreading every minute of it." And who would look after the bookshop Hakeem? I can't just close it for six months, it would be terrible for business." Still they could see his point, Sol was in no position to ask him to stay, this tour was a big deal to Hakeem's career.

" You aren't even willing to try this long distance? Yeah, it's six months, it's a long time but I thought we could handle something like this..." They felt their heart break, what hope was there for them? " I can come to one of your shows here and there."

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by nature, keira was overly perceptive - you had to be, in her former line of work as a figure skater. you needed to gauge the competition, understand the ice, hear your own body... feel the music, and shut out the audience. she could feel his eyes on her, as they lingered, pulled away, found her again. she took a slow, careful drag of her cigarette to mirror him, and pretended she didn't notice the gaze. " well, i truly do appreciate the company. " curling her legs up under her, and relaxing into the throw cushion, keira allowed herself the opportunity to gaze back at him. the low lights of the party brought some sense of mystery, and intrigue. she couldn't stop thinking how cool he was, even in the casual movements of his body. guys like that never saw anything in girls like her. the ones that clearly didn't fit into the environment, nervous and tense, eyes darting to the exit every five minutes. " swedish, actually. i've only been in the states for a couple of years, but i really like it. the burgers, especially. " she laughed. " what about you? what's your... " she waved a hand vaguely. " whole story? "

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" nah, if you were boring, i wouldn't be talking to you. " ace was a lot of things, but at least he was honest. humouring people he found uninteresting was not something he'd ever be caught doing. " that's what i like about allie too, you know-- she's always off doin' her own thing, too. " he waved his hand toward the kitchen, where the partygoers were crushed tightly around the island in a game of beer pong. " she'll turn up when she turns up, you know. " ace fixed his gaze on the girl again, careful not to stare as he took in her features. she was pretty, real pretty-- the kind of pretty that usually only ever talked to him to buy a baggie of molly for half the price. " i'll keep you company until then, how about that ? " he took another drag of the cigarette, allowing his eyes to drag over the party raging around them before they settled back on her. " are you dutch or somethin' ? "