#⊱ 《 paranormal activity ;; ooc 》
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windsfavored · 2 months ago
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AVALON
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ME?
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advnterccs · 6 months ago
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{ OOC } i might get to drafts later, i'll see how i feel, my brain is kinda overstimulated and i'm just feeling low right now. so who knows.
paranormal activity 4 save me, save me paranormal activity 4
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mythvoiced · 2 years ago
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-. currently feeling very... hMMMMM........ like i must write.............. HMMMMMMM.................. baby boys == baby doll (he/him) ==
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frankpooleunofficial · 10 months ago
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Headcanon game ✇
Oh god… I used to love crappy claymation movies until I was well into my teens. But now? I think my favourite genre has got to be the spaghetti western.
I liked some of the ghost horror movies coming out of Japan a couple of years back, too. I don’t think I could pick a favourite director, though.
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unstablerk800 · 2 years ago
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|| When I'm medicated, I always have stupid and very lucid dreams.
The other day when I was medicated, I had a horrifying, very scary dream of a woman who thrashed a haunted library, and unseen forces literally ripped her apart (Stranger Things Vecna style). It was really gruesome.
Normally I'm not afraid of stuff like this but when I woke up in the middle of the night and my heart was pounding so fast and my brain, to calm me down, went straight to Connor and how he'd react if I told him about this. 😂 How logical his answers would be like:
"This was just a dream", "this doesn't exist in reality", "I've scanned our home but there's nothing in it, so you don't need to be afraid"
"BUT YOU CAN'T SCAN GHOSTS CONNOR THEY'RE INVISIBLE" 😂😂😂
I'd be so glued to his side tbh. It was a really scary dream. I also imagined asking him to please stand on the other side of the bathroom when I go to pee because I'm really afraid 😂😂 And how he probably would be like ? but he'd come anyway because he's a sweetheart 🥺💙
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vilsoo · 4 months ago
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‎ 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺…
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‎ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ‎ ‎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧… 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫!
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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘; 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘… Inspired by Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights, indulge in sex and horror galore at our premiere Kinktober event, HORRORLAND! Would you dare venture our haunted houses, experience our exhilarating attractions, and uncover the scandalous, deadly mysteries of Horrorland?
fandoms: jujutsu kaisen, spiderman atsv, fnaf, re4, codmw2.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
ㅤ ↓ 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓) ↓
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FRIDAYS🩸 we welcome our fellow monster fuckers into this territory! deadly creatures preying on their victims, serving their lustful fantasies with wild, animalistic urges! your arousal and fear may provoke them further, so beware of the woods…
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟒𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ❞ starring GHOST!LEON KENNEDY (re4)
who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead… and ghosts?
⚠︎ CW: mentions of stalking, slight ooc leon, angst, hurt/comfort, haunted vacation home, voyeurism, paranormal activity, sex with a ghost, gentle → rough smut, mirror sex, switchy!leon, 1980s setting.
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring WEREWOLF!MIGUEL O’HARA (atsv)
during the bloodmoon on halloween, your werewolf boyfriend feels a rapacious urge to knock you up.
⚠︎ CW: established relationship, miguel in heat, rough sex, soft sex, marking, biting, possession, breeding, knotting, impregnating, degrading/praising, power struggle, multiple orgasms, 1980s setting.
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)
a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…
⚠︎ TW: suspense, horror/thriller themes, gruesome murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, betrayal, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, plot twist, ib the blair witch project (1999), 1980s setting.
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SATURDAYS 🍷 the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city bound to corruption and sin, known as the devil’s playground! lurking within the streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❞ starring NANAMI KENTO (jjk)
with you and your boyfriend being a regular at this fancy restaurant, the owner became very fond of you…
⚠︎ TW: cannibalism, chef/restaurant owner nanami, poisoning, murder, infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, dark obsession, slight stalking, gore, mutilation.
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ❞ starring WILLIAM AFTON (fnaf)
as the new intern and your boss developing a dark obsession over you, he feels the need to corrupt you…
⚠︎ TW: dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring CHOSO (jjk)
accidentally bringing a girl back from the dead may have been horrifying, but falling in love with her..?
⚠︎ CW: horror/romcom themes, implied necrophilia (NO intercourse), college au, accidental ritual, romance, mentions of murder, suggestive smut, inspired by lisa frankenstein (2024) and corpse bride (2005).
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FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL . . . not only are you immersed into the stories of our attractions, you get the real experience of being a parkland guest having a fun time at Horrorland with friends! but as thrilling as it all sounds, there are many scandals and articles of what really goes down…
𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟑𝟏: ❝ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋? ❞ HEADLINE: PARKLAND VISITOR CAUGHT HAVING INTERCOURSE WITH A SCARE ACTOR!
flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Deathgasm haunted house, König, resulting in them flirting and sneaking off together…
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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎
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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. please do not steal my kinktober prompts/works/themes! reposting any of my works outside tumblr that minors can access is strictly prohibited. will be cross posted on my ao3 soon.
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atierrorian · 1 year ago
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Memorial of the Dead
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Context: For as long as you can remember, there has always been a festival to remember and mourn the dead. And at this time around, a lot of paranormal activities started happening in the vicinity of your home...
Warnings: Female reader, Yandere behavior, obsession, haunting, panic attack, kidnapping?, hallucinations, death, blood, ooc.
Note: If you do not do well with these kinds of warnings then I suggest you stop reading for your own good and health!
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For as long as you can remember back when you were just a kid, there had always been a festival to remember, mourn, and celebrate the dead. You always enjoyed the festival since it was such a memorial festival and has such a meaning.
Your mother would always tell you all kinds of stories about the dead around this time of year and they always interested you and you always wanted to hear more. One of the reasons why you always loved the festival.
"Your favorite story was called "Memorial of the Dead," a tale about a boy who died while attempting to bring back his brother from the dead due to a serious mistake. As punishment for his egregious misdeed, the boy was condemned to eternally roam in search of a way to reunite with his little brother. According to some, his translucent appearance can be spotted in the graveyards wandering and always had a longing to be with his little brother again.
And as he wandered, he was mocked by the Gods as they watched him like he was some sort of show that was purely for entertainment. And maybe in that case, he was. He was only another entertainment by the Gods above.
That was a story you loved very dearly. You admired his passion and determination of getting his brother back, but in the end, all was for naught as he was punished for his doings and forever wandering for all eternity in this world.
And now it was this time of year where everyone would now began to celebrate and mourn for the dead. You didn't had that much excitement anymore like you used to back when you were younger, but that's just the way it is. Although you can't deny that you always had a feeling of excitement.
I guess you just wanted something new.
You sighed as you walked through the festival, banners hanging, lanterns hanging from the street posts, candles being lit everywhere for the dead, so on and so forth. The people were mourning for their loved ones and lit up a floating lantern and released it from the sky. You had your own and were going to the graveyard.
Where your Mother was now.
No one really knew how she died and you didn't either. You were only 15 when she died and now you were 19. It had been four years since she died mysteriously and you missed her dearly. You wished to bring her back just like the boy did with his little brother.
But you knew better, besides, it was just a fairytale anyways. Not like it was real in the first place right? But you sometimes had a longing for your Mother to be back and wished for some miracle she would be back and you both would be happy again. But atlast, such things can never happen. As the Gods hates such things.
And in present time, strange things began to happen in your home. The lights would always flicker and at night the wind would get cold and the windows would sometimes be open despite closing them and making sure they were shut tight. And at night, you always heard something break.
And in those events, you would always see a silhouette hiding in the shadow, watching you with their glowing yellow eyes.
You thought it was some sort of punishments from the Gods by your longing and hope. But you should have been more careful, as you were merely another puppet for their entertainment.
And maybe, you should have seen the signs sooner or later, but never late.
Once you finished talking to your Mother's grave and lit up the floating lantern to the sky, you returned home to get some rest and hoped for this day to end and begrudgingly try to get up in the morning and do the same thing over and over again and then just repeat. Besides the events in the night.
You don't exactly remember when it started. It started small when you felt a air chilling cold as the window was opened, you thought you just forgot to closed it and went on your way once you closed it.
And that's when things started going downhill from that point on.
You always felt eyes on you all the time everywhere inside your house and during the Festival. It creeped you out and you felt goosebumps every time you had a feeling someone was watching you. You considered moving out on occasions but decided against it since you didn't want to leave your Mother.
But maybe you really should have just left and never looked back.
Because the paranormal activities became too much until the suspect finally decided to show themselves.
And now, you were in this situation. And it's all your fault that you were now in this mess.
You should have trusted your instincts, you should have trusted your gut and went somewhere far away from this place.
But you didn't.
And now you were locked in your room with no way out as every exit was locked and your back pressed against the wall as you finally came face to face with him. Your breath was ragged as you looked at his eyes, shining and reflecting the moonlight. But there was something off about his eyes.
There was obsession, deep obsession within his eyes as he continued to look at you, curiously as you tried to keep your distance from him.
Was he the ghost your Mother always told you stories about? He looks so much like the boy your Mother described. And the most distinctive feature was his blue flamed hair. And If so, then why is he here? And what did he want from you?
You gulped down your saliva and asked him with a shaky breath-
"Why are you here? And what do you want from me?" You said as you kept pressing your back against the cold stone wall, trying your hardest to really keep your distance. But it was quite hard considering you were already at the corner of the room and there was no where else you could go now.
Nowhere to run.
He had you right where he wanted you, like a cat finally cornering its mouse, finally ready to devour its prey.
He had a grin that spelt trouble and I felt my nerves flare up, his gaze wanting to make myself smaller and smaller with each passing second he keeps gazing at me with those yellow glaring eyes.
What felt like hours that were most likely just a few seconds, he finally decided to talk.
"You and I, we share similar passions and feelings. And I can't help but be attracted to you." He said as if it was the most normal thing to say to someone.
"And besides, you always looked so cute whenever you slept you know? I had cameras all over your house."
His words made you freeze, he watched you sleep?? And had cameras all over your house? What else could he have seen he shouldn't have seen? And if he's a ghost then why does he need cameras?
As if he read your mind, he shrugged.
"Because I have limits, I can't always watch you with my own eyes so I decided to watch you from cameras, I don't like it but it would do in the meantime I wasn't around."
At this point you felt your heart racing rapidly, your breath became heavier with each second that passes and your body trembling as you felt dizzy. You were disgusted by his behavior and all this time you never knew he had cameras all over you. And we share similar passions and feelings??
"Well it really doesn't matter now since I have you now, and for all eternity you'll be stuck with me forever and ever, I won't lose you like I lost him." He said before taking small steps towards me before hugging me, trying to comfort me.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain before I coughed up blood.
Wait, blood?
I looked down to my hand and saw blood on my hands as I subconsciously touched my abdomen, feeling a gash on my stomach.
He then started saying some words I didn't know nor did I care. All I cared about was the blood on my hands, and now on the floor.
"Shh, it's alright, I'll be here when you wake up alright? Like I said, we'll be together for all eternity."
That was the last thing I heard before closing my eyes shut and leaned against him.
The Gods were really cruel huh? But this was a blessing for him. This was a curse for you.
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"The end!" A young woman said as she closed the book in her hand, looking at the 6 year old in front of her who still wanted to hear more.
"That's it? No happy endings?" The girl asked as she was confused, most fairy tales she heard always ended with an happy ending. She didn't like this story as it didn't had one and it was sad for her.
The young woman patted the young girl's head and shook her head sadly.
"There are no happy endings in this one I'm afraid little one." She said before yawning and stretching, getting ready for bed now. The six year old merely pouted, wanting to hear an alternative ending besides the bad ending.
The woman noticed the girl's expression as her face softened and sighed.
"Listen, not all fairytales end in happy endings I'm afraid, there are just stories that won't always end up being a happy ending like everyone else wants it too be. And that's the way it is." She said as she tried to consult the girl who was still pouting.
She sighed as she scooted over next to her and tried giving her some comfort to make her feel better.
"You'll understand soon when you get older. But go to sleep now okay?" The woman said to her daughter as her daughter nodded, but still not understanding her words.
"Good."
As she was about to get up and go to her room, she suddenly was stopped by her daughter.
"Mama, what was the title called again?"
The Mother smiled and replied happily-
"Memorial of the Dead"
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Hii! How are you guys today? I hope you're doing well and I'm sorry if I'm not posting very often. I've became very busy recently but I am still trying to post every now and then! But I hope you enjoyed this!
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phantonixx · 8 months ago
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long post with my unfinished and scrapped sims art
pt 1
starting with this one... well well
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that was supposed to be an au where Nerv is some kind of star or smth like this.... I scrapped this because the idea started to feel absolutely stupid and was completely unreasonable. and well it just turned out to be so «ooc» that i just couldn't explain this au at all. so I just forgot about it, even tho I am pretty proud of this peace
this is recent one that just don't have any idea behind it, idk what to do with this. I love this sketch so maybe I will finish it one day who knows
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this one is sad for me actually. it was supposed to be some kind of comic about how Nerv and Pascal meet each other. I couldn't finish because of uni and lack of skill and proper idea. maybe I'll finish it one day x2
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this is another au I promised to tell about when I posted my Nerv designs but I just couldn't explain what I wanted to tell. Nerv is supposed to be some kind of spirit from Olive's garden and Pascal is secretly investigating her garden because of paranormal activity. and Nerv starts to haunt Pascal and trying to communicate, but the idea is absolutely raw so I just gave up on it again because of uni and my lacking of creativity
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scrapped fem Nerv design. I love this design on its own but something just feels off for me here idk
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it was a «search» sketch for nerv's reaper design and I just thought it was too «weak» for a single post
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ones I promised to draw young vidcund metalhead in tags under Nona's post which inspired me to draw him in the first place, but I just hated this sketch so I dropped it. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I still kinda hate his face
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this was supposed to be the series of sketches «sims in my outfits» but I also dropped it because of uni. lol, maybe I will finish it one day x3
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I have some more, but I reached 10 pics limit. I'll show you the rest later, thanks for watching (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)
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heartbloomed · 4 months ago
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hi hi!! i am on the search for more long-term writing partners who want to write on discord. partners must be 21+. my activity tends to fluctuate based on life & muse so i’m looking for someone who’s alright with that & obviously that means i’m super chill when it comes to your replies.
i would love partners who enjoy chatting ooc, want to have long-term ships, create playlists, pinterest boards, etc. and just generally get excited over our characters!!
i am open to all pairing dynamics but I generally prefer m/f and f/f, I might be a bit choosier with writing m/m. also, when it comes to m/f - please don’t use me for my male characters.
below is a list of things i’d be interested in doing (this is not an exhaustive list & i am open to other plots/things as well).
if you’re interested in writing with me please give this a like or feel free to pop into my messages!! <3
• i’d love a good mumu plot!! i would love a small town with lots of world-building and ability to add to it whenever we want.
• not a plot, but i would love to write/write with older muses. i’m talking 40+.
• horror/dark plots always welcome.
• i love supernatural/paranormal/fantasy plots but don’t get a chance to write them often so i’d be open to that.
• also love all things slice of life, romance, etc.
• i like writing non romantic dynamics as well such as family, friends, etc. if we did a mumu, this could be an option.
• poly ships
• age gap things
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youphoriaot7 · 1 year ago
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QSMP RECAP : DAY 192 (9/30)
[note: there was definitely stuff i missed/was unsure of on this day too because the lore caught me completely off-guard ksjfgsk as usual, if you know more, feel free to add on!]
BBH, MAXO, and PIERRE ran into “juanaflippa” (a code in disguise, i think). code!flippa led them back to the maze, to a new(?) section full of black concrete. (now that i watch it back, it may have actually be the same section, but all black concrete instead of stone?) they found another white door with vines, and a room that looked very similar to the archive room. there seemed to be another recording there, but they couldn’t play it(?).
BBH, MAXO, and PIERRE found dapper’s hat in the maze.
BBH, MAXO, and PIERRE activated plan ab. (whatever that means.)
BBH, MAXO, and PIERRE worked their way through a separate maze that teleported them back to the beginning if they got it wrong. at the center of the maze were three dice—black, red, and white. they chose bbh to play, and he rolled the dice, rolling a “7” altogether. after this, he received a ticket addressed to him with the number #0003, and they were all teleported back to spawn.
BBH remembered finding a book at spawn addressed to him that simply said “october 10th.” (i do not know when he saw this book.)
cucurucho gave ETOILES an assignment. the assignment mentioned that the structure above luzu’s house was not authorized by the federation, and they wanted etoiles to give any information he knew to them.
ETOILES ignored cucurucho’s task
the codes left ETOILES a book (binary that translated to “tomorrow” and a set of coordinates)
BBH talked with etoiles about his low spirits
ETOILES completed cucurucho’s task (and burnt the duckcoin reward)
[ooc] ETOILES mentioned that the admins thought he would’ve died 10 minutes earlier in his previous fight. (goddamn french beast /pos)
[ooc] THE GREAT BRAZIL MEETUP CONTINUES! MISSA and FELPS arrived in brazil!
[ooc] CELLBIT, BAGHERA, ROIER, PAC, FOOLISH, BAGI, and QUACKITY played part two of a one-shot in cellbit’s rpg universe ordem paranormal!
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darkrpfinders · 23 days ago
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☆ [ twenty-one + only . twenty-five + preferred . discord . m/f . ocs ] looking for someone who enjoys writing older men in m/f pairings. simple as that!
☆ themes and tropes i enjoy? angst, hurt and comfort, healing together, savior tropes, paternal instincts, mentor x mentee, age gaps, taboo relationships, mutual dependency, "only soft/weak for one person", obsession, slice of life, crime, intrigue, thriller, horror, supernatural and paranormal (pickier).
☆ what do i offer? flexible post length. patient with ic replies. very active ooc and have lots of time to dedicate to our plots. enthusiastic. will put tons of effort into creating together if we click. love making new characters to fit our chosen plot and/or my partner's oc. complex characters with in-depth profiles.
☆ what am i looking for? a healthy mix of romance, angst, and smut, as well as someone who matches my energy! someone who's equally active ooc and has/makes time to create together. someone who enjoys chatting about future scene ideas, asking questions, possibly having multiple plots, ic texting threads, etc.
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blueharborhq · 1 month ago
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Hello, Blue Harbor! The fall season is fully underway, and with it, we've decided to put together a very highly requested event for all of you to participate in: A THEMED ASK MEME WEEKEND. The overarching goal is to give everyone the opportunity to explore different facets of your characters that you may not have been given the chance to develop before, as well as foster even more inclusivity between players, all while embracing the autumn spirit! Please continue to read this post in its entirety for details on event length and how exactly to participate, plus keep an eye out for a later update in the Discord signaling the event's official start.
DETAILS.
Event Length: Friday, October 11th - Monday, October 14th.
Start Time: 12pm ( EST ), 5pm ( GMT ).
How to Participate: In the #memes channel in the OOC Discord, please make one message compiling all of the links to your participating characters' askboxes ( do NOT reblog this post to signal participation ). Send at least one meme to every mun that's participating from our selected list of memes below the cut, although the more sent the merrier! A general rule of thumb is that if you receive a meme to answer, forward the love and send another out to someone else. Please refrain from sending unrelated memes of your own to others ( but you are more than welcome to forward any additional lists you find to the main and we may consider it for our next installment of this event ), and please refrain from sending memes to the same handful of people / characters. Branch out! You may choose to answer these memes IC, as if the character was answering for themselves, or OOC, as if you are answering for them — whichever is easiest for you.
Please Note: Answers to ask memes do not count towards activity. Participation of this event is voluntary, meaning that you do not have to post your askboxes at all if you don't want to, or with every character that you have if you do not wish to answer questions for every one. However, even if you do not choose to participate, we still ask that you try your best to stay inclusive and send out memes to others. As a reminder, please wait until the official start of the event — which we will mark in the Discord — to send and/or answer any memes.
Please tag all event related answers with the tag, #answers.bh.
Any questions regarding this special event can be directed to the main.
MEMES ( ↓ ).
🍂 - What is your personal favorite fall tradition?
🎃 - Have you ever carved a pumpkin? If so, what is your favorite design that you have ever done?
🍎 - Have you ever gone apple picking? If so, who did you go with?
☕ - What is your go-to drink order in the fall?
🍰 - What is your go-to sweet treat in the fall?
🕯️ - What is your favorite fall scent?
🔥 - Do you enjoy camping? If so, what is your fondest memory from a particular camping trip?
🐴 - Have you ever ridden a horse?
🌽 - Have you ever gotten lost in a corn maze?
🎥 - Do you enjoy scary movies? If so, what is your favorite one? If not, what genre of movie do you prefer instead?
🎵 - What is your favorite song to play in the fall?
🌧️ - Are you a fan of the cooler weather? Or do you prefer the warmer months?
🎈 - Do you decorate your home for the season? Inside, outside or both?
🦃 - What are you most thankful for?
🎩 - Do you dress up for Halloween? Do you repeat costumes or think of something new?
👗 - What is your favorite costume that you have ever done?
🍬 - What is your favorite candy to receive (or give out) on Halloween?
🃏 - Do you participate in trick or treating?
😱 - Are you a thrill-seeker? Do you enjoy being scared? Or do you prefer to scare others?
👻 - Have you ever seen a ghost or had a paranormal experience?
🏚️ - Do you enjoy haunted houses / hayrides?
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asburyparkrp · 1 month ago
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OCTOBER NEWSLETTER
Tourist season has finally come to an end! Beachgoers no longer have to pay admission or show a season badge to access the beach, and evenings on the Asbury boardwalk come with that crisp, cool air that feels really nice, not to mention the sweet smell of apple cider donuts. Shifting gears from summer solidly into fall, you start to see pumpkin decorations on porches and leaves turning yellow and bright orange. Exciting!
ooc note: Here are all of the activities your character can do around town this month! Feel free to incorporate them into starters, social media posts (don't forget to tag #asburymedia), and anything else you come up with!
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ZOMBIE WALK ON THE BOARDWALK
That's right, the Zombie Walk is back! What is a Zombie Walk? It is an organized public gathering of people who dress up like zombies and then make their way around city streets in an orderly fashion for fun.
The Asbury Park Zombie Walk is consistently one of the Garden State’s largest Halloween-season gatherings. Everyone is invited to join in for a day of thrills, chills and laughter throughout the community. Zombies of all ages participate in this family-friendly event. Best of all, the Zombie Walk is completely FREE!
WONDER BAR
Howl-O-Ween Bash: Dress your pet in costume for a chance to win prizes at this dog-friendly event featuring live music and doggie treats for the best costume winner!
Monster Mash: Enjoy local bands performing Halloween-themed sets, with a costume contest for attendees.
CONFECTIONS OF A ROCKSTAR
Fall Treats Workshop: Join a fun baking class where participants create fall and spooky themed desserts.
ASBURY LANES
Halloween Bowling Night: Enjoy glow-in-the-dark bowling with Halloween music and costume prizes.
HORIZON BAR AND GRILL
Pumpkin Carving Contest: Guests will carve pumpkins on-site, with prizes for the best designs. $5 to enter, with $100, $50, and $30 prizes going to the top three pumpkins.
SILVERBALL RETRO ARCADE
Retro Halloween Costume Party: Dress up as your favorite arcade character for a night of FREE arcade games.
BLACK LOTUS TATTOO
Halloween Flash Sale: A selection of spooky tattoo designs available at a discount all month long.
GROOVY GRAVEYARD
Vinyl Swap & Spooky Story Night: Bring your vinyl records to trade and enjoy spooky tales.
SUNSET DINER
Fall Breakfast Specials: Special breakfast menu items, including pumpkin pancakes.
PARANORMAL BOOKS/THE PARANORMAL MUSEUM
Ghost Hunting Workshop: Learn about paranormal investigation techniques, followed by a night tour.
Paranormal Investigation Night: A guided investigation exploring the museum’s haunted artifacts.
JOHN ABBOTT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
Fall Festival: A family-friendly event with games, food trucks, and a pumpkin patch.
Community Pumpkin Patch: Pumpkin picking, games, and a costume parade for kids.
SANDOVAL DOLLAR
Dollar Drink Night: Affordable drinks with a Halloween theme.
Spooky Trivia Night: A Halloween-themed trivia night with fun prizes.
ECLIPSE
Halloween Masquerade Ball: A spooky fabulous night of dancing with a costumed theme. $20 entry.
SHOWROOM CINEMA
Horror Film Festival: Screenings of classic horror films every weekend.
Cult Classic Series: Screenings of cult classic horror films with themed snacks.
VOODOO DOUGHNUT
Witching Hour Doughnut Tasting: Sample special Halloween-themed doughnuts.
MOVIES AT THE BARONET ROOFTOP (THE ASBURY HOTEL) OCTOBER 4/5/6 — Carrie (1976) OCTOBER 11/12/13 — Scream (1996) OCTOBER 18/19/20 — The Witch (2015) OCTOBER 25/26/27 — Halloween (1978) OCTOBER 31 — The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
BIRTHDAYS 🎉 OCTOBER 9 — Hollis Jones
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lumierexfics · 1 year ago
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Chat Log Name : Paint It Over
Chat Log Description : Headcanons and a small fic where Adam Murray and their s/o try to discover paranormal activities alongside Jonah Marshall!
Online Users : Adam Murray, Chubby! Reader , Jonah Marshall
A/N : Characters will be ooc!
-> ao3 link
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🕸 It was your first paranormal mission that Adam finally let you tag along with the official Bythorne Paranormal Society and you were excited for this new exploration.
🕸 Adam tries to spook you during the exploration but fails since you were intensely trying to find anything paranormal and Jonah seems to cheer you up during the exploration. As he had no choice but to trail behind you and Jonah, following the trail of photographs from your Polaroid.
🕸He immediately notices when they sudden stop, only to see you staring up at the dilapidated ceiling and he may be obvious of everyone’s emotions but he knew this unfamiliar emotion of uneasiness.
“[Name]?” He tugged on your sleeve then his hand grabbed your bigger hand. “Are you alright?”
You seemingly gave no response but raised your camera up to your face to snap a shot of what you were looking at.
“I’m alright,” you responded.
Adam collected the scattered photographs and handed it to you. He noticed something different about you, what was it? The way your skin clung to your bones or the simple dead stare.
You both returned home while Adam held your hands as they were bitingly cold. He noticed dried mud tracks, leading up the stairs and stopping at his closet. His hands trembling, opening to reveal Jonah causing a loud noise then bursted into laughter. Adam flinched from the noise as Jonah glided past him and down the stairs to you who was flickering through the channels and seemingly was brought back to life.
“Here.” Jonah handed you a crinkled dollar bill.
You accepted the dollar bill, stuffing it into your pocket. Adam’s footsteps begrudgingly came down the stairs, photograph in hand.
“Hey,” he stated,”I think you might’ve actually caught something.”
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vilsoo · 1 month ago
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𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝒀 ⌇LEON KENNEDY
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ghost!leon kennedy x fem!reader || WC: 5,832
𖤐 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. after a dreadful divorce, retreating to your secluded lakehouse by the woods was all you needed. as you seek solitude, you may feel alone, but are you really alone…? especially when an old friend of yours has been haunting you?
𖤐 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. mentions of stalking, slight ooc leon, angst, hurt/comfort, haunted vacation home, voyeurism, murder, paranormal activity, sex with a ghost, gentle → rough smut, mirror sex, switchy!leon, 1980s setting.
𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫/𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻
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[ANNOUNCER] Your attention please! Horrorland is now opened for all guests. We hope you enjoy our exciting attractions and parklands this year, such as the new parkland Teratophilia Woodlands and the return of Horrorland’s famous parkland, Sex and Horror City! Please remember to be mindful of other guests making their way through and abide by our safety rules. Thank you for coming to Horrorland this Halloween!
[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Living Dead Boy live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts scenes of violence, intense loud audio, special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Do not block passageways, or this will result in expulsion. Smoking and drinking are permitted for our haunted houses only. We hope you enjoy.
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There was something about the shadows of your lakehouse, knowing every move of yours, beckoning and unhindered. The feeling of the meadows outside watching you, eyes hidden in the blossoming flower buds. Though this may be spine-chilling to some, you felt odd comfort in this foreign presence looming within the air you breathe…
You were a newly divorced woman living alone in the woods by the lake. This place was meant to be a surprise vacation home whenever you and your now ex-husband felt like traveling out of town— a place that you and him could also move in as you grow old together. But it was lucky for you that you never revealed this surprise for him ‘till this day. This was now a safe haven for you to start your healing journey and live the life you’ve always wanted outside of your dreary marriage.
Your ex-husband was a loving man, you must admit. Marriage is like a lush garden where the both of you must tend to it in order for it to grow; but the day when your ex-husband fell tedious about his love for you, the slow death of your marriage began. And there you were, trying your hardest to blossom that same spark you felt when you first fell in love. Trying your best to save your relationship and live the lavish life you both wanted. But it was no use in the end, resulting in this divorce.
Trying to forget your mundane husband who fell out of love with you, you decided to pursue your hobbies and interests. One of them was something that reasonably unsettled your husband; your strange and peculiar interest in paranormal activity. It’s human nature to be drawn into what can’t be easily explained, like supernatural occurrences and intriguing ghost stories. You’ve even heard about different cultures and their folklore about several spirits and theories of the afterlife, perpetuating your fascination of the paranormal.
You’ve always wanted to try to summon a ghost. And since you now lived alone, you could do whatever you want without your ex criticizing you.
It was your first night alone in the lakehouse and you were already in bed. All your tears have finally dried up and were soaked into your pillowsheets. As you close your eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, you didn’t realize how touch-starved you really were; after several weeks without intimacy and passion that you used to share with your ex-husband, you couldn’t take it.
Without shame, your hands travel down to your pajama pants as your arousal stirred erratically. You chafed your finger against your panties, feeling how wet you were, craving not only for an orgasm; but yearning for a better partner out there… Someone who knows how to take care of you and satiate your desires. You’ve never felt so alone, but it’s human nature; a psychological need for intimacy and connection.
This has been your next few nights alone in your new place, masturbating yourself to sleep and trying to forget the life you used to live. All while finding solitude and comfort in being alone.
But if you only knew that you weren’t really alone.
Somewhere in the silhouettes of your dreamscapes, there was this reoccurring man that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But he was oddly, vaguely familiar— and he wouldn’t leave the synapses of your brain, haunting the corners of your mind like a vagrant thought. A man with brown hair with fringes on each side and deep brown eyes. Why couldn’t you recognize him? Was he a figure from a past life? Is he the foreign body that’s in the air you breathe and the gust of wind that hugs your skin every morning?
Your gut feeling was growing stronger every day; somebody was, in fact, watching you.
Haunting you.
Sending messages in your dreams.
Dreams where he’s murmuring to you words that you cannot make out, as if they were a distant echo. And when you’re awake, you started to notice slight differences inside your home. Candles mysteriously going out, lights flickering, unexplained noises, temperature drops, and decorations in the house being misplaced…
Piqued with such curiosity that you couldn’t stand it, you finally went out your way to try to communicate with the spirit world. There were various popular methods to summon ghosts, such as a seance ritual, a summoning circle, talisman charms, and the latest invention of the ouija board that you’ve been hearing many thrilling stories about. But you decided to do this the old-fashioned way.
On the floor, you carefully arranged sacred items on your living room floor by the fireplace to start the seance. With a circle of salt, dried herbs, incense, and most importantly the harmony of your soul. Everything in your environment must be quiet in order for the lurking spirit to appear, and you meditated for a few moments just to put your mind at ease with the intention of allowing them in. Then, you murmured softly:
“Are you here with me, spirit?”
“If there are any spirits in the room with me right now, please let me know you are here.”
“You are safe here.”
You kept your eyes shut as you murmured towards the spirit to reveal themselves. You even recited some pure affirmations or mantras just to resonate them into a safe and welcome environment. That’s when the temperature suddenly dropped again and the cool air drizzled your skin with goosebumps. Shivers began to crawl down your back that the hair in your arms and neck all raised. And when you slowly open your eyes, a translucent figure materialized right before you; the same vaguely familiar man with brown hair and skin as pale as moonlight, that’s been living in your dreams was not other than your ex-husband’s best friend:
Mr. Leon Kennedy.
The same man that was your husband’s best man on your wedding day.
A very close friend of yours as well.
Before the ghost of Leon could even utter your name and try to calm you down, many emotions were already stirring in your head that your heartbeat expelled all of the air from your lungs at this bewildering, obscure sight. You were frazzled from confusion, horror, and shock. And it wasn’t just the sight of a real ghost that utterly scared you— the fact that a man you’ve known for years and grew close with, who you thought disappeared from your life with no explanation after the divorce, was actually dead.
How long as he been dead?
Was he the one that’s been watching me all this time..?
“Leon..!?” you sputtered, your vision suddenly blurry from tears welling. “You’re… you’re—“
“I know. I know.” Leon sauntered closer to you with caution and got on his knee to reassure you, feeling his heart sink when he sees you crying. “You deserve an explanation. And I tried my best reaching out to you in your dreams, but I didn’t think it’d be that difficult.”
“How long have you been… gone?” you sniffled. “I tried calling you several times after Wesker and I were through, but you never picked up. I thought you took his side and never wanted to speak to me again—“
“No, no! It’s not your fault. That’s not the case at all,” he reassures. “But now that I’m here, I’m going to tell you the truth and only the truth.”
“The truth? What truth..?”
Leon swallowed thickly as he stood up, averting his numb gaze to the wooden floor. You’ve never seen him in such a lifeless, emotionless state. You wanted to give this poor man a hug, if only that were possible that you can physically feel him one last time. All you could think about were the memories from years ago where you would laugh at his silly and awkward jokes, inviting him over for barbecue where he’d bring the meat for your ex-husband to grill, or even help out in the yard.
It made your chest tighten, the way your heart sank deeply in sorrow for not reaching out to Leon one last time. For not cherishing your final moments together. When you reflect on your memories with him, you recall how he always remembered small details about you that your ex-husband wouldn’t even remember. How he was helping you with housework, trying to brighten up your day with his jokes, wanting to play bingo together, or even going as far as taking your side when you and your ex argued.
He was always there for you. Always. And you couldn’t believe that he would show more support for you than your ex…
“The truth is… I was murdered. By him.”
Such daunting words you would’ve never imagined a day in your life to be uttered out of somebody’s lips. The more your confusion paralyzed your coherence, you weren’t able to retain or process anything. How did it all come to this very moment? Why would your ex-husband, a close friend of his from childhood, murder him just like that? Why would he go out of his way to kill an innocent man? Leon could see the distraught expression on your face; finding out that the man you married and loved was a killer. But the moment your mind didn’t doubt it at all was what was utterly terrifying about this situation.
His gaze traveled towards the window, staring absentmindedly at the trees outside as he began to explain. You wanted to comfort him the best you, getting up from your knees and standing beside him to stare at the window together.
“A couple of weeks ago before your divorce finalized… Wesker invited me to go hunting with him. We traveled to the woodlands together and brought our guns. But when we separated just to find some deer, I thought I was alone until he snuck up behind me and he— he swung an axe at the back of my head before I could even turn around.”
You eyes widened in horror, feeling your gut wrenching from such a traumatic memory. It was a shame that the deceit you've engulfed yourself with now became your truth; your husband had underlying sociopathic tendencies. He was a murderer. You thought he was just anti-social at times and would lash out at you over nothing, making everything your fault. But it was all him. He was the problem.
You were lucky you managed to leave him. But Leon, unfortunately, wasn’t. His soul might be trapped, possibly cursed to haunt the human world forever until the act of freeing his soul from an unfinished business. More tears trickled down your face as he continued his story.
“Suddenly I woke up alone in the woods. I thought it was all just a dream or a hallucination— but the first thing I thought about was you. I ran all the way to your house to make sure you were okay. I wanted to tell you that Wesker attempted to kill me— but that night when I made it to your house, you couldn’t hear me knocking on the door. Knocking on your windows, calling out your name as you were doing the dishes and listening to the radio. It wasn’t until I tried to open your front door that my hand phased right through it. When you couldn’t see or hear me, that’s when it all came to me… I was dead. I’m a dead man.”
“Oh, Leon,” you confided, sniffing and wiping your tears. “I— I’m so sorry—“
“Please. It’s not your fault,” he murmurs softly, his translucent hand gently caressing your face that it felt like a tickle. “I always knew you had a thing about ghosts. I thought maybe you could try to summon me or something like that. Maybe feel me in the air or in the wind, but I’m glad that some messages I sent to you went through. And now I’m here. With you.”
You chuckled. Leon was always the one to cheer you up with banter whenever you told him you were having a bad day. “I just— I kept seeing you in my dreams but I couldn’t recognize you. But just feeling your presence in the house was… comforting for me. It’s like I knew there was a ghost here, but it wouldn’t threaten or harm me. As if you were… protecting me.”
Leon held his breath from the soft gaze in your eyes, taking in him like he was traipsed in a spiderweb. Just like the same feeling he always felt when he was alive with you, the infatuation spread in his limbs— he always adored you. He always admired you. And he did, incandescently, love you. He knew it was unrequited. He knew there would never be a day he would profess his love for you; he would rather take that secret to his grave. But now that he’s a half-dead man given one more chance to see you again, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. The beautiful connection he had with you was what he cherished for the longest, something so special that he would never want to lose again.
“I’ll always be here to protect you,” he murmured fondly. “Because, I…”
There was this sweet sensation interwoven, burning every molecule of desire in your bodies. Leon has been aching to caress you, to hold you safe in his arms, to touch you in places that sends you right over the edge... Even in death, even when he doesn’t have a body or bones or a heart, he can still feel himself burning with agitation and anticipation; he's never been in such a tense moment with you, especially alone together…
The way you looked into him. Taking in his face. His curious gaze attaches onto yours, like he was being traipsed into your hypnotic mystery, willingly surrendering himself to you this time. For the first time, he could see a hint of vulnerability in your longing gaze that he’s never seen before. And it wasn’t just infatuation or adoration; together, the both of you were consumed by this untamable desire floating in the air.
“I… I’ve loved you ever since I met you. And I wish I told you sooner—“ his voice trembles, shaking his head in desperation— “I wish it was me that you were marrying when I saw you walking down that aisle, I wish it was me living together with you as your husband— God, even in death I still wish that I could have you as mine—“
“Leon,” you spoke softly, inching closer to him. “I’m already yours. I’ll always have you in my heart. Because I loved you, too.”
Just hearing you profess your love for him from those sweet lips of yours, which he believed would be unrequited until he died, made everything feel surreal. He felt alive again. He felt his entire soul rejuvenate. Death was no longer a barrier for his blossoming, fond love for you.
“I wish I could kiss you,” you continued. “If only I left Wesker long ago, I would’ve been able to feel your lips on mine already.”
Leon felt the way your soul was yearning for him, resonating right through him that his gaze suddenly drifted to the body mirror behind you. You turn your head and see only your own reflection— but when Leon lightly touched your shoulder, his inexplicable sensation made you flinch. As if you could physically feel him, a cold, unseen caress brushing against your skin.
“How— how is that possible?” you gasped, eyes still attached on your reflection.
A small smirk stretches on the corner of his lips. “If I remember correctly… you told me before that mirrors are a conduit for ghosts to make contact with the human world. I can touch you, but… you can’t. Can you feel me when I touch you like this? Is this alright with you?”
A deep sigh falls from your lips when Leon’s broad chest is pressed against your back, breathing softly into your neck and continuing to caress your arms. This tingling, blossoming sensation was something you’ve never felt in your life that it made your own blood freeze. You were rendered docile to your tantalizing effect; a state that your ex-husband rarely had you in when you were intimate together. Your breathing grew heavier and the knots in your stomach became contorted.
Never in your life have you ever crossed the thought of having sex with a ghost. You didn’t even think it’d be possible. But this ghost— this spirit looming in the air you breathe— was a man you deeply adorned, a man that passionately loved you before his life was robbed. And being touched like this, being caressed and the way Leon caresses every inch of your body as if he was worshipping you, was just saccharine of all things. Bliss, euphoria, passion— passion is the word to describe your rapport, to describe how well you fit together in the most vulgar ways. This was Leon’s everything. Despite the unfortunate circumstances, he couldn’t have been happier now that he finally has you.
“I’ve been wanting to do this to you—“ he softly kisses your neck, “—for so long… Day and night, watching you play with yourself to sleep… It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’d jerk myself off to you fingering yourself like that. Is it alright if I touch you like this?”
His nonplus words slipped your mind completely; in fact, you were slightly amused by Leon being a total pervert as a ghost. You let out a whimper from his ghostly hand slowly traveling down your body, eyes never leaving the mirror.
Leon took in everything that makes of you in cold calculation. You were trapped in a bliss, faintly moaning from his caresses that dissolved you. It was almost bewildering to see your own nightgown ruffling by an invisible force in the reflection, lifting the seam to reveal your panties. Your body writhed as he glides lower and lower, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin when his fingers are chafing your swollen cunt…
“Oh, Leon,” you moaned softly, “please kiss me. I need to— It feels so good—“
“You don’t have to ask me twice, beautiful.”
When your head slanted back, Leon’s lips pressing onto yours felt intangible, yet oddly palpable. Such beautiful lips that possess a cold, ethereal softness, almost as if you’re brushing against a whisper of frost. Both of you were too enraptured by this that the kiss fades from soft to sloppy, collecting your breaths every few seconds then finding your lips back on his. The way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed on your clit— your mind went crazy over this tender and hauntingly ravenous moment of consuming each other right in front of the mirror… How you needed him, how you craved for him, even in death.
“I’ve always wanted you this way… To make love to you like this,” he cooed in your ear. “Let me love you, Y/N. I’ll make you forget about that man. I’ll fuck you and make you come in ways he couldn’t...”
You were soaked, completely drenched that your arousal trailed down from your cunt to your inner thighs. All you could do was whine in such carnal heat. Who knew that a man like Leon could render you as a needy, deprived slut? You and your body obliged to his desires, surrendering yourself to his ghostly presence as he toys with your cunt in front of your mirror. He takes his cock out, feeling his tip brushing the folds of your cunt and coating it with your juices. As he slides it between your thighs and rubs against your pussy, you’re already wrecked— and he’s not even inside you yet. It was a hot sight to see in yourself on the mirror losing your mind over an invisible force teasing you like this.
“Need you inside me, please,” you beg to the ghost. “I can take it all…”
Your jaw slackened, throwing your head back in pleasure when Leon slid inside you, the white-hot waves of sensation coursing in your bodies. “I’ve dreamed of this every night,” he whispered, the husk in his voice filling your ears. “I’ve always dreamed of what you felt like… Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Your heart was racing like wildfire. His affect on you was like roses of desire blossoming in your limbs, growing and spreading to all parts of you so intimately. With your inhibitions tossed away, nothing didn’t matter to you anymore except for this moment. You only needed Leon to fulfill the insatiable hunger you’ve both been hiding ever since the day he comforted you when your ex couldn’t.
The feeling of him being inside you, clenching harder on him and hearing your fervent moans made his mind raw and twisted. Leon’s mouth buried into your neck, your darling aroma filling his nose. You could hear him groan and pant heavily against your ears, a rush of heat coursing through his blood like wildfire that it drove him from passionately making love with you to relentlessly fucking you right there.
You were desperate to grasp on something, bending yourself over just to grip onto the frame of the mirror as he thrusted hard into you. Leon loved the way you smiled at yourself, loved that you were enjoying all of this.
“I— I’m not gonna last much longer,” he panted out. “You— you just feel so good…”
You arched your back further for him to show your ass off, feeling him gripping it with his large hands as he bucked his hips and fucked into you much faster. “Please— please come in me, Leon,” you pleaded as your eyes fell half-lidded.
“Fuck. I’ve been dreaming to hear you say that to me, too. You’re so fucking hot when I fuck you like this…”
Such filthy, lewd sounds you made that you never knew were possible with Leon’s translucent body were echoed off the walls of your lakehouse. You could feel him raking against your insides as if he was molding your cunt to hug his ghost cock perfectly. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes welling with tears and your face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension.
It was a fleeting second after you realize your orgasm had already washed over you, your hips stuttering like a riptide from this delirious torment. He really told the truth— Leon fucked you way better than your ex did that you were completely drunk by your own orgasm. His cock pulses against your soaking walls, his balls aching to be emptied inside you. A few more thrusts and he's letting out low groans with hot, sticky strings of his cum flooding into you.
Hot breaths fill the air as the two of you calmed down from your intense orgasms, feeling your rapid heartrate slowing down. After a moment when everything fell quiet, you turn your head to check on Leon, who suddenly had a tumult, concerned expression on his face.
You frowned, turning around to stand before him. “Are you okay, Leon?”
His gaze was attached on the floor, then steadily drifted back onto your face. “I’m fine, it’s just—” he holds your hand again, glancing at the window. For some reason, your heart started racing again, as if there was another confession that Leon might’ve been hiding...
“…I need to show you something.”
The both of you walk along the trunk of the woods, following suit behind Leon while the leaves crunch beneath your feet. You weren’t that far from your lakehouse, but something about him not telling you where you were going made your stomach cave into your spine. It felt as if your gut was telling you that you were about to uncover a dark and morbid secret lying in the heart of these woods, something so ghastly and lurid for the human mine to comprehend. It was strange to endure since you’ve known every inch of these woodlands for years.
Unfortunately, your gut feeling was correct.
Leon refused to say anything. Instead, he looked away from the macabre sight before you. He had a solemn, grim expression on his face as if he was ashamed of this, or culpable of everything that lead to this point. Tears once again started welling in your eyes, covering your mouth when you sobbed in such anguish. This was all too much for you to endure.
It was his rotting, dead body. Abandoned, forgotten, never found by anyone. The axe was nowhere to be found, but his old, dried blood was still spilled everywhere from his head. Suddenly, you were hit by deja vu, as if your dreams that Leon was sending you messages through were trying to lead you to his body as well.
“You were— you were not that far from the house,” you sniffled. “I should’ve— How did I not see your body!? If only I ventured further down here, I could’ve found you a long time ago and your body didn’t have to rot alone like this—“
“Y/N, no. Again, all of this isn’t your fault,” Leon protested, trying to cheer you up with his ghostly embrace. It reminded him of the time you cried in his arms before from a bad argument with your ex, and he comforted you just like this.
“But I just can’t leave you rotting like this! I need to call the police— You can’t just be left alone after how long ago you were murdered—“
“Look, I appreciate you for wanting to give me a proper burial, but… there’s one more thing I’ve been needing to tell you for so long.”
“Oh god— what is it now, Leon? How many secrets did you take to your grave?!”
He held onto both of your shoulders, swallowing thickly before he confessed; “I was supposed to kill Wesker.”
You blinked rapidly, frazzled once again with confusion when your brain fully processed his words. “Wait— supposed to? What does that mean?!”
“Shh, shh. It all makes sense— why I’m stuck being a ghost in the human world and that I can’t go to the afterlife. Wesker, he— when we went out during the hunting trip on the last day of my life, he was suspicious of us. I don’t know why, but I guess his jealousy got the best of him and that’s why he killed me. But little did he know, I was planning to kill him that day, too. I hated the way he treated you. It made my blood boil. He was a horrible husband and we both knew that. I was ready to kill him, but—“
“—you were too late,” you muttered weakly, another tear trickling down your face. “Leon…”
“No, it’s fine. You are justifying angry and upset about this whole situation. And I know— resorting to murder would’ve just made things worse. But that’s— that’s all that I wanted to tell you. I’m just happy that you left him instead and didn’t end up in danger.”
“Happy? How can you be happy when he’s still out there walking freely like he didn’t murder you?” you exasperated. “You have unfinished business. That’s why you’re stuck here. It’s not fair.”
Leon’s eyes widened in horror that he had to take a step back. “Y/N. Are you saying—“
“In order for your soul to be put to rest… we’re gonna kill my ex.”
This was the most diabolical request that Leon has ever heard from you, but he didn’t stop you at all. This was, after all, a plan he was originally supposed to carry out long ago. The days you’ve opened up to him about how he was a horrible husband to you was when it all started. All pent up from underlying anger, rage, and jealousy. But if only Leon protected you back then by keeping distance from you as his wife without leading to suspicion, none of his would’ve happened.
When nightfall came around, that was when the plan started. This wasn’t a murder that was going to take days, weeks, or months to plan; it was all happening tonight. And all you had to do was call him one last time at a phone booth on the street, giving him the location to a diner that was a few miles away by your lakehouse. Pleading to him that you wanted to talk things out one more time with him, begging him to come back, and promising that you were going to be a good wife for him again.
It was a good thing he fell for it. And once he said across the line that he was on the way, it was Leon’s turn to carry out the plan.
If you remembered correctly, the street that heads straight to the roadside diner also passes by the woodlands you stayed at. The road was dark as it stretches into the distance, flanked by the dense and overgrown trees that cast long, eerie shadows across the pavement. When your ex’s truck passed by alone, Leon’s ghost stood in the middle of the street. Struck with terror, he lost control of his car as he slammed the brakes. His truck ended up drifting off the road and into the woods, crashing into a tree trunk.
Sadly, the bastard was still alive.
But he knew what he saw; the ghost of a man that he swung his axe on, literally bashing his brains out and leaving his dead body alone in these woods. Wesker got out of his smoking truck, frazzled and dazed from the crash as a small drop of blood was streaming down his forehead. He was pissed as well.
Leon observed him diligently from a distance he blended in with the shadows, hearing Wesker fuming and cursing at himself while also kicking the pile of dead leaves on the forest floor. He didn’t have his phone to call for an emergency and the phone booth you used was still a few miles away. Of course, because of his injury and his head still pounding from the impact, he knew he couldn’t make it…
“Not yet,” you whispered to Leon as you were hiding behind a tree nearby. “I think he has a concussion. He can’t walk straight.”
“I think we should lure him deeper into the woods away from the street,” he suggested. “If we want this to make it look like an animal attacked him, he shouldn’t be out here.”
“Alright. Let’s fuck around with him, then.”
Wesker’s eyes became bloodshot, each throb in his head reverberating and pulsating through his entire being. Because of his rage and distress making him more disoriented, he felt as if the world around was blurring.
“Wesker?” you called out from a distance, a faint echo in the back of his frazzled head.
“…Y/N?” he slurred, his speech now slow and garbled. He furrowed his brows and squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the pain, all while he tries to follow the sound of your voice.
Deeper and deeper he treaded weakly into the dark forest, trying to find you despite his injuries. He kept mumbling words to himself that you couldn’t make out. His knees began to feel like marshmallows, losing his balance, stability, and his sense of direction like he was this helpless, pathetic zombie. But he wasn’t going to be the only dead man stalking within these woods from now on….
It wasn’t until Leon stopped him in his tracks, standing menacingly a few feet away from your disoriented ex. And even though he was still bleeding and his thoughts were all mush and incoherent, nothing could’ve prepared him for the horror of seeing the ghost of the man he murdered in cold blood.
This was all merely an illusion. A nightmare. A hallucination. He was in a coma. He’s been asleep for years. Leon isn’t real. Leon is dead. His wife never called him. His wife never wanted to come back.
It was all just a dream, just a very bad dream.
All of this isn’t real.
“Hey, pal. You find any deer for us, yet?”
Before Wesker could ever inhale his last breath, before he could even register anything, you stood behind him with your axe raised high, the blade gleaming wickedly in the moonlight. You then swung it down with terrifying speed, catching him off guard with such a brutal impact. A sickening thud as it struck the back of his head, embedded right into his flesh and knocking him right onto the ground with parts of his brain and more of his fresh blood spilling out, splattering onto your face and clothes.
If only you did this sooner. Housewives poisoning and murdering their idiot husbands have been a big thing on the news, lately.
When everything died down and your adrenaline soothed in your veins, you dropped the axe as Leon ran over to check on you. But you couldn’t help but press your lips on his again in urgency, those sweet, ethereal ghost lips that seem to hypnotize you. He kissed back and held onto your face, the silver veil of the moonshine peaking through the leaves of the trees from above and shining onto him. Even after you had just killed someone, the way Leon makes you feel was so tender and ephemeral. You really loved this man so deeply and passionately...
“I really don’t want you to go yet,” you lamented as you pulled away from the kiss, caressing his face even though you couldn’t feel him. “Please tell me this isn’t goodbye. I can still see you, right? If I summon you through seance?”
He kisses your forehead in reassurance. Your melancholy gaze drifts off to the twinkling sky, trying not to cry again from the thought of Leon’s presence not accompanying you anymore, especially when you had just reunited with him tonight. Never have you been this emotional after everything that had just happened.
“You know that I’ll always be with you,” he promises. “I’ll be in the air. In the grass. The trees. The flowers in your garden… always looking over you. Just as long as you live your life… for me. Will you promise me that?”
You nodded slowly, your nose flaring from trying not to cry again. “I’ll love you forever, Leon. I won’t ever forget you in my heart.”
For the first time, Leon shed a small tear, as if you made a vow from your soul onto his soul. He knew this farewell would be bittersweet, but with the promise of your souls being intertwined in life and death, you will always find a way back to each other. A beautiful, transcending connection that would never be broken; this was another dream of Leon’s that was fulfilled, allowing his soul to finally rest in peace.
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