#Theblackphone

[theyluvlyss]

𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞...??

I feel like it's pretty quiet, especially in the fanfic department (and really especially in the "x reader" department😭).

ik my inbox is backed up to all hell, but I'd figured I'd make it known I take requests for tbp and actively wanna write for them so badly rn lmfao💀. like, I have so many little thoughts and ideas - even after all this time - so I'm sure y'all do, too, right😭? (also, ain't there gonna be a second one?? idk idk-)...

I write for finney, robin, bruce, vance, and billy (I guess I could write for griffin? but only in like a sibling and/or platonic way😭) but yeah :D!

anyways um give me requests plz bye👋🏽!

(I also make profile pics, collages, sometimes edits idk and ya lol).

[alastors-deerest]

You don't know how long you've been down here, but what's for sure is that you don't think you can last any longer, the darkness that was only seen when you closed your eyes was now everywhere, scattered like painting on a pallet, you curled up on the sheet-less mattress, hoping to somehow get some heat.

You couldn't even remember your own name, and to make things worst, The Grabber only called you 'little girl'.

You dont know how much days, weeks, months or maybe even years since you've been here.

You sat up up on hearing the door to the basement open? 'What is he here for?' You thought to yourself, but your eyes soon widen, he was dragging a boy.

A what seems to be your age boy, he was tall, browned skin, he had long black hair and a bandana(WE ARE MAKING ROBIN SURVIVE THIS ONE)

The Grabber seems to have a hard time fetching the boy in, you have drifted to his arm, covered him blood and deep cuts

The Grabber threw the boy onto the ground, "look after him alright?" He spoke to you, before turning and exit not long after you heard a click, signifying that the grabber had locked the door

You turned to the boy lying on the ground before deciding to put him on the bed

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[thewritersofdeceased]

A JOHN/JANE DOE? - THE GHOST BOYS + FINNEY BLAKE

GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS / THEY/THEM PRONOUNS

INSPIRED BY "THE BALLAD OF JANE DOE"

It's pitch black. Everything is. It's cold. Wherever the hell they were, it was cold. They stood with their eyes closed at first, a couple voices speaking up. One stuck out in particular. It sounded like a young boy.. at least an eleven or twelve year old.. "They don't look like anyone we know.. Do they..?" He seemed to question, but.. who was he talking to? The new ghost didn't know. They felt warmth on their face. A warm liquid. Their eyes remained closed as they tried figuring out what was happening. They felt a poke to their side. Another person was here with them..? This time, the figure seemed a little bit further away. "No. We don't know them, Griffin." This voice was annoyed. Seemed it at least. 

"Be nice, Vance." A voice warned. This seemed to be a boy around the same age as this.. Vance boy.. Slowly, but surely, the new figure opened their eyes, looking between what seemed to be five or six boys.  A blonde, a light brunette, two dark brunettes, and what seemed to be two ravenette's. They stared between the six, confused on who they were, and what the hell had happened here. Taking a step back from the group, the new figure spoke with a confused tone of voice. "Who are you all." Well.. it didn't sound like a question at all. They looked around at each boy, taking in their features. As if they'd never seen either of them before. But they had. They just didn't know..

The first one was a boy with dirty blonde, or light brunette hair. He stood at 5'3. He appeared to be around thirteen. He was pretty short. The unnamed ghost tried to figure out who he was, but the boy spoke up himself. "Billy.. Showalter.. Or.. the town's paperboy." He introduced himself,  holding a hand out to the newcomer. Who only stared at him with a confused look.  

The next boy seemed to be blonde. An actual.. blonde.  The unnamed ghost stared at him. The boy had a denim jean vest, gambling pieces on the shoulders, a white shirt with blood splattered on it. His nose had blood trailing down, alongside with his lip. And head..  and neck... Now that the unnamed ghost looked between all the boys, they had begun to realize every single one of these boys look like they'd been murdered. Billy had spoken up, seeming as if the blonde didn't seem like he was going to. "That's Vance.. Pinball.. Vance Hopper.." 

Vance only seemed to stare at them with an annoyed look before two boys slightly nudged him away. The two boys were both brunettes with curly hair. One curlier than the other.  The unnamed ghost looked between them both, silent at first. The smaller young wore a grey  shirt, black shorts, what seemed to be long socks and white or grey shoes. His neck appeared to be slit. He had blood all down his shirt. He went to speak, looking at the unnamed figure. There was hesitation in his voice. "I'm.. Griffin. I was the first victim.." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and hissing out softly.

"Careful." The other brunette had said softly. He was wearing a blue and white shirt, jeans and sneakers. He didn't look very bloody, but bruised to the max, Maybe this boy wasn't a ghost? They reached towards the brunette, their hand going through him. It only led the brunette to let a little laugh out. "We'll explain everything afterwards." He spoke, shaking his head before smiling towards the newcomer. "I'm Finney Blake." He introduced himself.

There was two more.  A boy in green, and a boy with a bandana. Both boys had blood on them. These must've been the latest two victims..? The boy with the bandana spoke first. "I'm Robin. And lastly, the one who told Vance to be nice, is Bruce." He introduced the two of them, his arms crossing as he looked around. "Now.. how do we explain... where you are.. without knowing who you are..?" He questioned, beginning to walk around the unnamed figure.

"I.. I do not.. know. How I can answer your question." The unnamed figure spoke, turning to look at Robin as he walked around them. Their white eyes went to every single boys eyes. Making quick eye contact before looking away. They took a couple steps back, at least until they stumbled over the mattress that seemed to be in this stupid, stupid basement. They stared at each boy, trying to figure something out in their head. Before finally, they spoke.

"Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am?" 

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

04/05/2023

Request: Open

| Main Masterlist

Fluff-🎸 Angst-☠ Platonic-🩶

·̩͙꒰ঌ✞໒꒱·

Stories

Coming soon!

One Shots

Too Late - ☠

Too Late pt2 - ☠🎸

Sunday - 🎸

Flustered - 🎸

Kisses - 🎸

Skincare - 🎸

Soft Melodies - 🎸

Truth or dare - 🎸

Milkshake - ??

Milkshake pt2 - 🎸

Blind date - 🎸

Soulmate - 🎸

[badgirlmaymay]

ABOUT ME

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you’ve entered badgirlmaymay’s blog

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ all about me

👼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒶 / 𝓂𝒶𝓎 / 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝓂𝒶𝓎 , fifteen , 12th of June 2008 , gemini , australian , raging bisexual

⍣ ೋ I CAN ALSO WRITE SMUT ! - I also take requests !

Hi! My names Maya (May-a), I’m Australian, I’m turning sixteen in June. May as well call me #1 Mason Thames lover girl. My Wattpad is MEGANFOXLUVBOT, and I write fanfics on there, but I’m also gonna start writing series on here! I write for :

MASON THAMES

DYLAN HOFFMAN

MALACHI BARTON

MATT STURNIOLO

CHRIS STURNIOLO

OTHER BLACK PHONE CAST MEMBERS

[dumpsterflame]

I wanted to introduce my Black phone Oc’s, Fawn barlowe and Mickey!!

“firecracker” fawn barlowe

age: 15

height: 5’5

weight: 100lbs

status: alive

the girlfriend of vance hopper, a young rebellious girl with a hotheaded flame… kidnapped by the grabber because of how “boyish” she acted.

a young troublemaker, acting as tough as possible to survive…

first encounter with the grabber was with Finney, she fought the grabber off, and ran, but unfortunately finney got caught… later she was grabbed when roaming the town at night after being kicked out…

relationship

lover

•Vance

best friends

•Mickey (older brother figure)

•Axe

•krist

•ted

•cooper

close friends

•Dina

•donna

friends (more protective of)

• Robin

•Finney

Michael “Mickey” anderson

height: 5’7

weight: 150 lbs

age: 17

status: dead

Third toughest kid in school, as slick as a weasel, and gambled with his life. A mama’s boy who was in a house fire at a young age, which costed the life of his mom.

was grabbed when walking back from the grab’n’go with fawn, sent her back to get some chips “he missed”…

(he takes vance’s place as third missing kid)

he helps finney by mentioning the grabbers weaknesses… and weak spots in the walls to try and dig out of… mostly try’s to guide finney to the room fawn was being kept…

relationships:

Best friends

• fawn (best friend/like sister)

• Axe

• krist

Close friends

•Ted

•cooper

•Vance

neutral

•Robin

•Finney

•Vance

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

Whipers In The Dark

It was just another ordinary day when you, a bright and curious 17-year-old, found yourself wandering the streets alone. The sun shone warmly overhead, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air. You had been on your way to meet up with some friends at the local arcade when a sudden detour led you down a quiet, abandoned street.

As you walked, a chill ran down your spine. Something about the sudden silence made your heart race, and your palms grow slick with sweat. The feeling only intensified as a shadow fell across your path. You looked up just in time to see a hooded figure looming over you.

The next thing you knew, you were being dragged into a beat-up old van. The kidnapper, a man in a cracked porcelain mask, drove you to an unknown location, then tossed you unceremoniously into a soundproof basement.

The basement was dimly lit and sparsely furnished, with nothing but a small bed, a toilet, and a single, disconnected black phone resting on a small table. You stared at the phone, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest. Perhaps it could be your lifeline, your way out of this nightmare.

As if in response to your thoughts, the phone suddenly rang. The sound was deafening in the otherwise silent room, and you jumped, your heart lodged in your throat. With trembling fingers, you picked up the receiver, bringing it to your ear.

'Hello?' you whispered, your voice barely audible.

A faint whisper met your ears. 'Help us… help you…' The voice was soft, barely discernible, but it sent a shiver down your spine. This voice, and countless others, would become your only companions in the darkness.

Over the next few days, you would grow to know the voices on the other end of the line intimately. They were the spirits of the kidnapper's previous victims, reaching out to you from beyond the grave, guiding you, and lending you their strength.

As you listened to their stories, you realized that the phone was more than just a disconnected piece of technology; it was a conduit to the supernatural, a lifeline that connected you to a network of spectral allies.

Perhaps most importantly, the phone was a source of hope. With their guidance, you began to formulate a plan to escape your captor's clutches, relying on your wits and their spectral insights to outsmart him.

But the road ahead would not be easy. Each time you spoke to the spirits on the other end of the line, you could feel the weight of their suffering, the darkness that had consumed their lives. Their stories were as horrifying as they were heartbreaking, and their pain threatened to overwhelm you.

As the days dragged on, you began to feel the strain of your confinement. The darkness seemed to press in on you from all sides, and the weight of the spirits' suffering felt almost unbearable. But still, you clung to the hope that the phone provided, drawing strength from its spectral inhabitants.

And then, one fateful night, the phone rang again. The voice that met your ears was different from the others, stronger, more insistent.

'Listen to me,' the voice said, its tone urgent. 'I can help you, but you must act quickly. The killer is coming. You must use your own power to fight back.'

Your own power? What could the spirit possibly mean? You had always been a relatively unremarkable teenager, with no particular talents or abilities.

The voice continued, 'You have the gift of telekinesis, a power that has lain dormant within you for years. Now is the time to harness it, to use it against the killer and ensure your survival.'

As the spirit spoke, you felt a strange sensation building within you, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface of your skin. You focused on the feeling, allowing it to grow and expand until you could practically see it, a swirling maelstrom of energy that pulsed and crackled with electricity.

The kidnapper chose that moment to enter the basement, his footsteps heavy on the wooden stairs. He stopped short when he saw you, the black phone still clutched tightly in your hand, your gaze locked on his.

With a flick of your wrist, you sent a surge of telekinetic energy coursing toward him, the force of it hurling him backward and slamming him against the wall. The porcelain mask cracked, revealing the twisted visage beneath.

The spirits on the other end of the line cheered, their voices a chorus of triumph and relief. They had guided you, lent you their strength, and now, together, you had struck a blow against the man who had tormented them.

But the battle was far from over. The kidnapper was a formidable opponent, and his rage was palpable. You could feel the weight of his anger as he pushed himself to his feet, his eyes narrowed in fury.

Gritting your teeth, you prepared to face him head-on, your telekinetic energy crackling around you like a halo of flame. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you held your ground, refusing to back down.

As the two of you faced off, the spirits on the other end of the line called out their support, their voices a cacophony of encouragement and hope. And though the darkness still threatened to consume you, you knew that you were not alone.

With the spectral voices urging you on, you fought the kidnapper with every ounce of strength you possessed, your telekinetic energy battering against him like a relentless storm. You were a force to be reckoned with, unyielding and fierce, a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity.

And then, in a final, desperate bid for survival, you reached out with your mind, connecting with the spirit world in a way you had never before imagined. You could feel the spirits moving through you, their energy mingling with your own, lending you their strength and their resolve.

Together, you and the spirits unleashed a torrent of power unlike anything the kidnapper had ever experienced, the force of it sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious and defeated.

As the dust settled, you collapsed, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your body trembling with exertion. But still, you smiled, a triumphant grin that stretched from ear to ear.

You had done it. Together, you and the spirits had fought back against the darkness, defying the odds and emerging victorious.

And though the road ahead would still be fraught with challenges and uncertainty, you knew that you had the strength and the courage to face them. With the spirits' guidance and the power that flowed through your veins, there was nothing you could not overcome.

And so, with renewed determination and a heart filled with hope, you whispered a final farewell to the spirits on the other end of the line, then carefully placed the receiver back in its cradle. The black phone had been your lifeline, your connection to the supernatural and the realm beyond.

But now, it was time to move forward, to embrace the future and all the possibilities it held. With the spirits' final words of encouragement echoing in your ears, you stepped out of the darkness and into the light, ready to face whatever came next.

[dogguq]

Brinney art

[naughtygirl286]

We got some long awaited stuff this week my copies of M3GAN, The Black Phone and Cocaine Bear all on 4K! I was so happy to get them I waited and waited and I didn't run out and get the standard Blu-Rays like everyone else did I was like "No 4K, No buy" and I was tempted a few times especially with the The Black Phone I waited for that the longest! like over a year for that to come out on 4K but I was so happy to finally get all 3 of them. Now if Barbarian was released on 4K then we would be all set for sure!

[peachy-skully]

could someone PLEASE tag me in like.. bruce yamada hcs, imagines, etc??

i love all the characters in tbp but i NEED more bruce stuff on here

[pez2001jp]

#TheBlackPhone #ブラックフォン #ScottDerrickson #スコットデリクソン #シネマおっさん #おっさんシネマ たぶん その2️⃣9️⃣6️⃣ 📞👫🙌 #イーサンホーク https://www.instagram.com/p/CppBEOSrwca/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alastors-deerest]

Robin Arellano Who had never known you until one day he saw you having an argument with a random girl but you choose to ignore her because the whole conversation was pointless to you.

Robin Arellano who when saw you walking away from the scene, ran after you, wanting to be your friend.

Robin Arellano who quickly gains feelings for you after a month or two of bring friends, he was never one to love but his heart just cant stop pounding against his chest whenever he sees you

Robin Arellano who is inloved with your smile, how your eyes light up when you see something you like, how you try to make other feel comfortable when you aren't

Robin Arellano who once fought a random boy because he was talking shit about you

Robin Arellano who you have to drag away from fighting to treat his wounded fist, but it dissent matter because he always get injured again in the same day

Robin Arellano who finally asks you out on a date, a bit hesitant, because he wasn't sure how you'd reply, but to his relief you said Yes!

Robin Arellano whose first date with you is to the movies! And you best bet you're watching a horror movie!

Robin Arellano who puts his jacket over you when he notice you shiver from the cold

Robin Arellano who takes you home and kisses your hand like a gentle man before making his exit

[inmydr3amz]

What genres do u write for tbp?

Angst and fluff!

[makaientjluvdaprince]

I just watched The Black Phone (2022)

[darcycarmela]

Watched The Black Phone (2022) with Chris

[top-redhead68]