#chainsawcutiie

[stopthecarrrrarch]

@chainsawcutiie encounters Steve Harrington in the fog!

Steve Harrington was no stranger to seeing new people enter the realm of fog and today was no exception. He'd heard whispers about it, that a girl had joined the ranks among them. It appeared today would be the day that they got to meet, but not under the circumstances that he had hoped for. They had only just arrived at Hawkins National Laboratory, Steve's least favorite place to be sent to. As he rounded the corner to enter the room where the portal to the Upside Down was normally located, he could hear the chittering of the Demogorgon. Great...So not only was he in his home location, but he was up against that damn thing now too. Doe eyes scanned the room, settling upon another survivor. This had to be the one, the one everyone was talking about. A screech sounded in the distance, the Demogorgon drawing ever closer but it didn't seem like Juliet had any intentions of leaving. She'd be on the hook in seconds if he didn't move. Strong legs carried him up the stairs and over to the generator. There was no time to explain, Steve grabbing her hand and making a quick shushing motion with his free hand. Carefully he led her down the stairs and to a nearby corner just before the creature entered the room. "Don't.move."

[majomaart]

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I really love to do these kinds of illustrations!🍃💚🧡✨

Aki and angel enjoying an afternoon together is all I need to be happy(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)🌼✨🌿

[citizenstarlight]

        “I love your skirt."

★ ╼ MINI STARTER CALL! | @chainsawcutiie

[miercolaes]

❝ do you ever have moments of clarity in which you remember that you completely and utterly do not matter? ❞ she queried, albeit lost in a trance. wednesday cannot make the difference between psychic visions and her brain rapidly deteriorating. but the sheer anguish that she feels in her body is good enough. obsidians dart towards @chainsawcutiie, the sight causing lightheadedness : too much pastel should be a crime! ❝ if you forgot, you're welcome. ❞

[creatureshrieks]

"if something doesn't feel right it usually isn't. it's always a good idea to trust your instincts."

@chainsawcutiie || Juliet & Maria || prompted.

Instinct. Could she ever really trust her instincts, though? Part of her instincts told her to die. Another part told her to live. Underneath it all, however, is that unending desire to not be alone. To find him, be with him, some urge that seemed interwoven into every strand of DNA. Of course, it isn't like anyone knew or... well, outside of one person. He knew. He told her to stay away that James was a bad man. She didn't listen. She couldn't listen. That instinct to find him was too... strong.

She didn't think she regretted it, though. Maybe.

Regardless, she offers the girl a smile. It's not like she knew about any of this and Maria certainly had no reason to tell her.

" That... sounds like good advice. I guess that means you have good instincts? "

[gotaletter]

i wouldn't do that if i were you.

THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

It's hard to argue with a woman wielding a chainsaw. Whatever it was that James was doing is immediately put to a halt, and he holds up his hands defensively in order to show yeah, okay, I'm not gonna do it.

"H-Hey!" He stutters, fear evident in his voice, "I didn't mean anything! I just uh... I just was curious, that's all!"

[stankycowboy]

“I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a little… sad sack-y today.”

Severen bends the playing card between his fingers and flicks his wrist. It is an expert throw, forty one cards now lying in the ice bucket at the far corner of the room. He lets out a long sigh. There is definitely a difference to the usually jubilant attitude he affronts her with. None of the ebullient charm, or exhaustive energy. Not only is he distant, he is sullen, an odd turn for one so vivacious. For a long time he had not known what day the dawn sun had risen on, the one that burned away his clan. He now regretted the knowledge deeply. It was an unfortunate discovery, now even when he tried to forget the anniversary, it instead became a focal point in his mind. A blaring sign as bright as the neon outside. "S'nothin'" he deflects, a different sort of edge to his voice. It is not anger, it is not quite irritation, but it does bode ill for prying questions. There will be few answers given, and each will come at a price. Forty two cards now fill the plastic container, and the tension in his jaw is clear, even to mortal eyes. There is something building up inside him, it has been for some time, and now he can no longer contain it. "Can we do something?" He asks in a near shout, almost exploding to his feet. Continuing his outburst, he slings the slim remainder of the pack across the table, hands up in tightly clenched fists. His face contorts into a dangerous rage, crinkling the scarring around his eyes--a menacing visage. Stomping to the door, he leans against the frame, it creaks as he pushes into it. A soft splintering sound as the paint crackles around where his fingers curl. "I--" he hesitates from saying the same words he heard Homer say, ("I'm gonna take the air"). He goes quiet instead, completely silent as he opens the door, and steps out for a smoke.

[silntfangs]

                  NORMALLY,   THE   BOYS   WOULD   STEP   IN   IF   PEOPLE   NEEDED   IT.   Most   of   the   time   it   was   to   gauge   if   food   was   possible.   However,   there   was   always   that   gnawing   need   to   protect   in   Dwayne.   It   wasn’t   as   strong   as   it   was   with   his   brothers,   but   those   who   appeared   like   they   needed   more   assistance   would   usually   get   the   aid   of   one   of   The   Lost   Boys.   However,   he   was   aware   looks   could   be   deceiving   when   the   blonde   knocked   over   one   of   the   surfers   that   plagued   the   area,   “   Nice   punch.   I   think   you   broke   his   nose.   ”   amusement   filled   his   words. @chainsawcutiie

[dreameasel]

❝ 𝕾𝖔 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 while I was out and thought you'd like it. ❞

He pulls out of his bag a 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 in a leather sheath. The sheath is bubblegum pink as is the hilt. Both are covered in pink tinged swarovski crystals. The blade itself is also pink. It may or may not have something like "𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼" etched into it. Who could say.

starter for @chainsawcutiie

[stopthecarrrrarch]

@chainsawcutiie liked for a flayed/corrupted starter!

It was another of their long drives with no destination in mind, just breezing through town and just enjoying the music. But there was something a little off about Steve on this particular night. Rather than cheery demeanor at their conversations, there was a certain amount of skepticism that hadn't been there before. They were discussing the previous zombie outbreak, and all of Juliet's heroic antics during that time. A laugh takes to the air, Steve rubbing at his forehead with one hand as he drove. "So what I don't get about the whole thing is...Why risk yourself like that? I mean, sure you gotta protect yourself but why everyone else? Especially those who don't even bother to give you the time of day. I guess I don't really see the point." He mused, dark optics glancing over at her briefly before they once again focused on the road.

[executionher-a]

‘  juliet ,  you came  !  I saw this really cool painting class and I wanted us to do it !  of course , ours is going to be the prettiest of all  ,  but it’s gonna be fun seeing everyone else’s too !   ’   

( pandora's box opened , it chose @chainsawcutiie ! )

[miercolaes]

we should run.

❝ try again. ❞ she doesn't even take a glimpse at juliet, wednesday standing still only a few feet away from the other. hand slowly reaching behind, as a grin forms upon her countenence. of course juliet fell for it, wednesday knew how to psychologically torment her victims. it was probably the reason why the fog chose her when it threw her in this wicked game.

a sound reverberates from the back of her throat though her mouth sealed shut after her previous response. it's soothing knowing the fun will soon begin. with both feet steady on the ground, she sways left and round. the sight of her eerie to say the least, a certain madness emanating from her actions. then, in a heartbeat she intends on stealing for the fog, the humming and the moving in her place comes to a halt. her gaze upon juliet as she blinks once, though her chin still pointed downward.

❝ this was fun while it lasted, but it grows impatient. i don't want it to grow impatient with me, no. no. no. no ❞ both hands move upward to the level of her head, as she lightly taps her temples. she finally reveals what was concealed behind her back. a bloodstained dagger.

❝ i think it's time you should run little rabbit. run, run, as fast as you can, ❞ mad eyed gaze focused on the dagger as she's wielding it in the thick air, creating whatever symbols she still remembers. as a child, her dear grandmama taught her the secrets that lie behind some of the ancient occult rituals out there. she still remembers some of the marks. perhaps, if she has time, before dragging juliet to the fog, she can play around with the strange symbols embedded on her retina.

❝ come on, i'm giving you a headstart. after all, you've been so kind to me trying to protect me from the other killers. you unfortunately failed to perceive me as one, but that's okay. that's what makes this fun. ❞ that's what gets her going, what fuels the darkness within. there's only so much entertainment in the world for someone like her. someone different.

[creatureshrieks]

❝ goddamn it, i wanna punch you so bad. ❞

@chainsawcutiie || Juliet & Frank || prompted.

The response from Frank was immediate, an excited laugh only barely muffled by the mask on his face. His mouth stretched into a wide grin, mirroring his drawn on visage. " You're feisty. "

He liked it when they were. Liked it when they fought. Liked it when they cursed him out and made themselves a fucking challenge. He liked when they stood their ground. He twirled his knife in his hand, gripping onto the blade tighter.

" Come on, baby girl. Go ahead and try. Make it fucking count. "

[mxrales]

@chainsawcutiie sent: "i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine."

“Yeah? You literally took those guys out with a chainsaw, but still, it looks pretty bad—“

He hangs upside down from webbing—the eyes of the mask blinking along with his eyes underneath, Juliet didn’t…seem bad? She was clearly able to defend herself with thugs scattered around her—but knowing the NYPD as well as he did ( looking at you, dad. ), he knew that they wouldn’t really buy it if she was caught with a weapon like that.

The streets were busy tonight, too—maybe getting to a different alley way could help. He figured that he should get her out of here before something worse happens for the blond, which makes him hop down onto the ground and walk up to her, holding his hand out to her.

What’s the worst that could happen?

“I’m Mi—er—Spider-Man. Y’know, super hero, webs bad guys, friendly neighbourhood ect ect—“ smooth, Miles. “Let’s get you outta here and your wounds dealt with, alright?”

[stankycowboy]

❝ oh, i see, you think you’re cute. ❞

“Oh, I happen to think I’m goddamn adorable”, he holds for a moment then flashes his file sharpened fangs in an ostentatious smile. Tossing his head back, Severen slaps a firm hand on his leg with a raucous laugh, unconcernedly drawing attention to himself with his boisterous behavior. Joyfully, the despicable cad leans over the table and swipes a finger through the whipped cream piled on top of her “Return of the Sun-Daed”, the gummy hand sticking out of the crumbled brownie beginning to droop as the ice cream beneath it softened. “You let me order for ya, you get what you get”. He shrugs and licks his finger, the sweetened milk fat both delectable and revolting. The flavors separate on his tongue, overwhelming his sensitive taste buds and making him shudder, although it is clear he regrets nothing. As the waitress walks by she gives the pair a tired, but genuine smile, eyes reflexively glancing to the steaming mug in front of Severen, noticing it is still full. He reaches for a couple packets of sugar, going through the motions of preparing the cup for consumption, regardless that it is all for show. Using the wooden stick to stir the bitter smelling brew— clearly made of cheap beans, and poorly roasted at that— he nods to Juliet’s dessert. “Go on, don’t let it go’ta waste”. He still has a jovial look about him, but it is clear he would take offense at her not indulging as he would; not that he didn’t have plans to satisfy his particular tastes a little later, maybe even in this very spot. He sticks the stirrer into his mouth, face wrinkling. Grinding his teeth against the wood in a now familiar habit, Severen drums his fingers on the well worn tabletop, gaze drifting past Juliet to the fellow patrons amongst them. Behind his eyes he is imagining the visceral slaughter, opening up every innocent occupant, though he knows it would be difficult in present company. Perhaps a little challenge would make it interesting.

Their waitress begins to pass by the table again, rag in hand to wipe down a now unoccupied table. Smoothly, Severen leans out of the booth, and catches her wrist with an outstretched hand. She immediately stills, looking at where he has touched her, then meets his eyes with surprise. It might have been the lighting, but her cheeks seemed to bear a soft flush. “Pardon me Dottie, but did I overhear you’re plannin’ on throwin’ those donuts out?” Her startlement increases as she unconsciously glances back to where she had held that conversation with the cook behind the counter, clearly perplexed how he could have heard the discussion at this distance. “Why, they’re from this mornin’ sugar, stale already, no sense in keepin’ ‘em”, she nervously chuckles, absently tucking a curl that had managed to escape her bun back behind her ear. “I can’t see good food go to waste, why don’t you let me buy’em off you an’ you leave ‘em with me”. If she wasn’t rosy-cheeked before she is now. “Sir, you don’t want them things, I’d be happy to get you some pie”, she gives him a small smile, “free of charge”. Severen sits back and pulls the stirrer out of his mouth, “I’m much obliged, but I insist”. From an inner pocket he pulled out a roll of money held together with an elastic band. Sliding the band off he unfolded several bills, then sidled out a fifty dollar bill, slapping it on the tabletop and ferreting away the rest of his cash. “Just those donuts, in a bag please”. Tilting his head up to her, Dottie couldn’t hide the open shock on her face, completely taken aback by the untoward generosity. “Alright”, she sighed, meeting his dimpled grin with her own attempt, though she was still reeling at the thought of this stranger giving her so much money for some measly, dry donuts. Severen observes her path to the back, grabbing a paper bag and loading it up. He puts the stick back in his mouth, devious merriment written clear on his visage. “Very cute”.

He thought Dottie would agree, right up until he tore her throat open and consumed every drop of her life. “You eatin’ you’re ice cream or what?”

[tacitusauxilium]

thread continued ( X ) // @chainsawcutiie

"Well, I know Junpei-kun tried his hardest to steal the keys from the faculty office one time. But, I think Kirijo-senpai told him not to and I think Sanada-senpai had to whack his hand away." Fuuka mentioned, wondering if she would have to constantly keep the whole night of her being rescued a secret. Then again, it was hard to relate to anyone--majority of the people felt sorry and pity her.

She shook her head and pushed any odd thoughts out of her mind. Fuuka was more interested in what Juliet was trying to make. "Let's figure out a better way for you to not get into trouble. Because these sweets look so amazing that I don't want you to get detention and miss teaching me how to make these!" Fuuka stated, smiling as she looked over at the small bowl of chocolate chips nearby and tapped her chin with her fingertip. "I can see that--why not do half and half? That way if you aren't satisfied, at least the cupcakes are only a little ruined."