#The killer among us

[simtleman]

The Claythorpe mansion was, for sure, an oasis amidst the chaos that it was the always crowded town of Brindleton Bay. Located in the remote island formerly known as Deadgrass Isle, it could only be reached by a boat that crossed the ocean all the way from Whiskerman's Wharf a few times a day, depending on the weather. Its isolation was the exact reason why Edna Claythorpe had her breathtaking Regency style mansion built in 1912, during the peak of her popularity as an actress. She needed a place to rest from the spotlight and somewhere to raise her beloved son Cooper, away from all the noise that she was forced to face due to her profession.

And talking about the weather, that particular afternoon the sun shined like no other, a soft breeze tickled the leaves of the trees and the waves of the sea broke against the rocks peacefully. That place truly was a piece of heaven where one could escape from it all.

While doing some gardening, Mr. Tackett sighted a small boat approaching the docks from the far.

— Must be either Mrs. Claythorpe's son or Reverend Da Gioia. At last.

As he went down the hill, he saw Cooper tend his hand to help Vivienne get out of the boat gently.

— Welcome back, Mr. Claythorpe!

— Ah, Tackett! Always in time. It's good to see you, my man!

Once Cooper had finished helping Vivienne, he turned around and shook Mr. Tackett's hand.

— I trust the trip wasn't too much of a hassle?

— Not at all, Mrs. Vivienne got a little bit seasick as per usual... but that's about it. Could you please be a champ and help us with the luggage?

— Why don't go see your mother, Mr. Claythorpe? I'm positive she was waiting for your arrival with great expectation. I'll take care of the luggage.

— You sure?

— Thank you, Tackett— said Vivienne.

The couple left Mr. Tackett behind and walked towards the house.

— Why don't you go get ready for supper while I go talk to mother, my dear? There's something I'd like to discuss with her privately.

— You think the pool will be fine to be used? I'd like to go for a swim first if we still have time before dinner... it is so nice out here it'd be a shame not to!

— Sure thing, you go do that then. I'll catch up with you later.

The backyard pool was Vivienne's favorite part of the house. She had always loved swimming, it helped her out disassociating from everything. Plus, and since her mother in law was terrified of water, it was the only spot in the mansion where she knew for a fact she would never run into her.

Something was off with her that afternoon, though. While doing a few laps in the pool, the same old memory came back unannounced to hunt her.

If she closed her eyes, she could still see it vividly. The creak of the door opening, the flickering of the oil lamp flame and hanging there, right in front of her... mother. Pale as snow, cold as ice. And that purpleness around her neck, where the rope was tighting her muscles. That awful shade of purple she had never been able to forget since.

Vivienne shook her head and decided she had had enough swimming for the day. She removed her swimming bonnet, grabbed a towel, dried herself off a bit and then laid it out on the lounge chair.

— I'm sick of all this— she whispered to herself.

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[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: mystery

[spiderdotexe]

i actually draw on {PAPER occasionally

[bobert-man]

Every day I curse Injustice for giving us literally the best Suicide Squad lineup in decades just for a quick joke then killing them all

Not joking all these characters are so interesting, distinct and fun with them all having completely different types of engaging motivations and pathos, completely unique looks and power sets and there are so many different types of neuro divergence and mental illness within them you could make such an engaging story about these villains who are all treated as jokes being forced together.

[simtleman]

Cooper came out the door with an irritating smile on his face, took a deep breath to appreciate the fresh air around and stared at his beautiful wife Vivienne, who had been waiting outside for a while.

— Looks like we're all packed here! Are you ready to go, my dear?

There was no question about it she wasn't as thrilled about the trip as he was. That conniving bitch mother of his couldn't stand Vivienne, and as years went by she made less and less of an effort to hide it. She thought Vivienne was beneath his precious son Cooper. She thought Vivienne was cheap. Ha! The lady who started out as a mediocre vaudeville act, out of all people, thought SHE was cheap. That was rich.

While all these thoughts crossed Vivienne's mind, she challenged herself to maintain a good attitude about it for Cooper's own good. She sighed, and without much enthusiasm she whispered:

— I guess so.

They both jumped on Cooper's MG TA Midget convertible, avoiding looking at each other much.

— It'll be a good weekend, you'll see. I'll make sure mother is on her best behaviour.

— You know she won't, but it's alright honey. I can handle her for two days, and I know how much you've been looking forward to seeing her.

— How about we plan something fun for next week? Just the two of us, no family involved. We can rent out that cabin by the lake you like so much. How does that sound?

Vivienne caressed Cooper's lap, giggled a bit and said:

— That'd be awfully nice!

Cooper smiled back at her, started the car and off they went.

— He ieadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake...

As Reverend Da Gioia finished his prayers, he couldn't help but wonder whether he was about to make the right choice or not. As usual, he was hoping his refuge in God would be the one guiding him through all these doubts, through these dark times. But boy, was it different this time. This time, everything was at risk.

— ...yea, though I walk through the valley of shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.

Reverend Da Gioia looked up for a second, and within his deep green eyes one could have seen fear... but also immense amounts of hope.

— May the Lord have mercy on us.

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[ilovemlp39]

Did a magma with friends of mine (KevinZheChair and Spaghettipal [on DA]) last night and I wanted to draw this lmao.

Credits

* “Killer” belongs to: Rahafwabas

* “Horror” belongs to: SourAppleStudios

Where I got the original idea from (Under the cut)

[chocolate-space]

[jay-justjay]

So I played Among Us in character

This is an artistic recreation of something that happened in game

Killer by Rahafwabas

Farm by GuinongTale_Au

Cross (in the texting bit) by jakei95

Fern is a friend

[thatguywiththetumb1er]

So Death Note: Among Us is a thing... I don't even have a joke just huh. Neat.

[mi-moh0]

Doodles part two -.-

[shima-draws]

The real reason I posted palettes...LOL

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner so you know what time it is. Send me a ship and a pose and a palette and I’ll draw them probably maybe <3

(Original Valentines art prompts by @/a-moop, palette challenge by me!)

Please read the tags thoroughly for fandoms I will accept prompts for!

[echoing-death]

Don't ask me how I came to this---

Killer! Sans belongs to Rahafwabas

[undertale-anomaly20]

Injustice gods among us x Reader: preview

(NAME): Oh, what the fu-

[The black screen fades out showing a woman in her 20s, wearing long bottom pyjamas and an oversized (f/c) shirt, frazzled (h/c) hair and bare feet, looking over the city of metropolis from a roof top as the city light are the only thing lighting up the dark before fading to black]

[Scene changes to superman and hal Jordan, a yellow lantern]

We have a problem. I ran into Diana's twin. And someone who looked a lot like Oliver Queen. And Hal Jordan.

[This catches the High Councilor's attention as his expression changes.]

R.SUPERMAN: Find them. And any others that might be out there. I want to know everything.

HAL JORDAN: That's not all...I saw (name)

[The High Councilor's eyes widen as he stares in shock at Hal Jordan, a flicker of hope in his normally stoic eyes]

R.SUPERMAN: (Name)?

[Scene changes to a shocked looking Harley staring at the woman in front of her]

HARLEY: Pumpkin?

[Scene changes to the reader being cornered by Damian Wayne,a look of relief and desperation on his face. He grips her shoulders in his hands tightly]

DAMIAN: You're not going anywhere this time

[The screen goes black]

(Name): I just want to go home

[simtleman]

By the time everyone arrived to the grand dining room, Edna was already sitting there, all dolled up in a stunning two-pieced white silk gown and waiting for them.

— What an odd thing... your mother likes to make an entrance—Vivienne whispered to Cooper's ear.

— Shh... mother darling! Don't you look radiant!

— Save it, Cooper. Please, take a seat and join me for dinner.

They all obeyed without hesitation. Everything was beautifully set, with white and blue toile de jouy china, gold silverwear and a big Louis XVI chandelier right in the middle, chairing the table.

Edna Claythorpe waited for everyone to take their seats, stared at them for a minute and calmly said:

— Thank you all for coming all this way to join me.

— Did we have a choice? You were pretty clear in the letter you sent us. This dinner was not to be missed— Vivienne replied, without even looking up from her plate. She was brave enough to dare Edna, but not while looking at her in the eyes.

— I see you still got your white trash charm intact, Vivienne.

— Ladies, please— Cooper interrumpted— Could we have a pleasant evening, for a change?

— She's right, though. It was crucial for each one of you to be here tonight... as I've got some news to deliver— she sentenced. Edna made a dramatic pause, and then continued saying— I've taken some decissions regarding you all.

— Including me, Mrs. Claythorpe?— Reverend Da Gioia asked timidly.

— Oh, yes. Including you, Reverend.

— Well, don't keep us waiting mother. What decissions are those?

— First of all, I've decided to put Deadgrass Isle on the market.

— You're selling the manor? Why?— Cooper asked, in shock.

— Why wouldn't I? I had it built to my vision and desires and so I shall decide what happens to it.

— I was raised in between these walls too, mother. Don't you think I should also have a say in the matter? And what will happen with Tackett and his daughter? Are you gonna throw them out like dogs?

— Look at my son, worrying about the help. In all the years he lived here he treated them with the coldest of shoulders, and suddenly he wonders about their wellbeing. In regards to the manor, not only are you not going to have a say in the matter, Cooper... you're not going to see a dime of whatever amount comes from it, either.

— Wait, what?— Vivienne asked.

— Yes, I am terribly sorry dear Vivienne, but you're gonna have to find some other family to provide for your goldigging expectations.

Vivienne put her hands on her forehead and shook her head.

— Mother...

— I'm also cutting you off, completely. From now on, you're on your own.

— Mrs. Claythorpe— Reverend Da Gioia interrumpted— Don't you think you might...?

— Oh, and that takes me to my next big announcement— Edna said, without letting Lorenzo finish— Or should I say yours, Reverend? You will be packing your bags, leaving Brindleton Bay and moving to Copperdale. Next week.

— I beg you pardon? Now why would I do that?

— Because if you don't, I will make sure everyone in this town knows about your disgusting little habits myself... and you won't be able to exercise in any catholic church. Not here, not anywhere.

— I don't even know what you're talking about, Edna. For God's sake, why on earth...?

— She knows— Cooper said in a whisper.

— What?

— She knows, Lorenzo— Cooper repeated, staring at the wall right in front of him— It's over.

Suddenly, Reverend Da Gioia understood. There was no need for them to continue with that charade. He swallowed and struggled to find the courage to say something back.

— Is she talking about what I think she's talking, Cooper?— Vivienne asked aggressively, breaking the silence that had taken over the table.

— We'll talk about it later, Vivienne. It's complicated.

Vivienne rolled her eyes and banged on the table.

— So, is it true? Are you screwing a goddamn Reverend?

— Vivienne, if you could please...— Reverend Da Gioia said, trying to calm the waters.

— Shut the fuck up, this is unbelievable! I knew it, I simply knew it! Believe me when I say if your mother doesn't report you to the authorities, I will do it myself!

— Now hush hush, darling Vivienne— Edna interrumpted, with a tone close to sarcasm— You can stop the act, too. You never cared about my son, neither his loyalty or fidelity. All you cared about was his money, and now you know he's not worth a dime. That's what you're really upset about, isn't it?

— I, I, I...— Vivienne mumbled.

— Truth is— Edna continued— you're all nothing but vultures, with your dark ambitions, lies and secret agendas. And now that it's all over and I've discovered each and every one of you, I'm just gonna sit back, relax and enjoy watching all this madness unravel.

As everyone started to talk over each other trying to justify themselves in a joint turmoil, Edna kept quiet and smiled. Little did she know, she had just dug her own grave. Within a few hours, Edna Claythorpe would be dead.

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[videogamequeens]

[chocolate-space]

Who is this traitor? Are you still asking? I've been afraid to be around him since the beginning...

Кто этот предатель? Ты всё ещё спрашиваешь? Я с самого начала боялась находится рядом с ним...