#dftr

[muzzlemouths]

Mischievously giggling yessss chets deadddd

universal DFtR Reader experience, it seems

[goldenfox3]

I couldn't decide which version I liked better so have night and day versions of this AU 👯

[goddessofwisdom18]

Pedrito, Colombina, and Arlequin

[terceiroturno]

Acompanhe o desenvolvimento em :

[ohno-the-sun]

Yall should read @muzzlemouths fic (Don’t) Fear the Reaper

It’s so good I love it so much

And it’s interactive y’all it’s so fun

Scene from chapter 3, just sort of what I imagined

[sleepymagpie-draws]

YIPPEEE!!! Don't ask why he's in a cornfield, I don't know either

DFtR belongs to @muzzlemouths

[alynwrench]

Recently binged all- meaning what all there exists currently- of @muzzlemouths 's (Don't) Fear the Reaper and GOODNESS GRACIOUS is it GOOD! and nauseating If you're wanting to read definitely read the tags first because it practically simulates an 80's slasher film through the magic of FanFiction and descriptive gore, READERS BE WARNED, but im so into it

Read it HERE

[tarmac-rat]

One person on their own can't be a world; the human condition won't stand for it. What a terrifying comfort, and what a glorious tragedy.

V, Johnny Silverhand, and the nature of tragedy (insp.)

[arczism]

Commission for @biowareruinedmylife

Thank you for trusting me with them, I absolutely loved working on this idea!

[muzzlemouths]

(Don't) Fear the Reaper, an 80s slasher where YOU decide the fate of the campers, will begin on October 6th and end Halloween night.

[goldenfox3]

Also enemies to lovers AU where Jack never stopped being the Shinigami and rides his bike wreaking havoc around town usually but still goes to F-Zero races sometimes in the Astro Robin for a shot at the prize money. Ryu occasionally is assigned to try to arrest him but he's super infuriating and somehow keeps getting away. As they keep crossing paths with each other (and trading insults, and taunts, and weirdly piercing questions) they find themselves developing a weird mutual understanding as "rivals" (insert Nemesis comic by Kate Beaton here). Ryu keeps trying to coax Jack into leaving the gang and Jack is stubborn but finds himself slowly getting worn down by Ryu's earnestness anyway. Ryu tries to cling to his judgment of Jack being a dick (and he is) but little things keep building up the impression that there's a softer heart buried deep in there somewhere (and Ryu was never one to give up).

Don't ask me how the lovers part happens probably some life threatening situation happens one saves the other they get mad at each other for risking their life and almost dying and then realize they actually care about each others' safety and make out. Fuck if I know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[goddessofwisdom18]

Masquerade ༻⌛️.𖤐🕯*。༅

[terceiroturno]

EM DO FUTURO THUNDER RADIO é centrado na exploração da cidade, na coleta de músicas, na interação com uma variedade de personagens e participação em eventos dinâmicos que moldam o destino da rádio e da cidade em geral.

Usando o Strmr1 (pause menu), os jogadores podem sintonizar diferentes estações de rádio, gerenciar playlists, enviar mensagens aos ouvintes.

À medida que os jogadores progridem, desbloqueiam novos equipamentos, habilidades e opções de personalização para a rádio e o seu avatar. Suas escolhas e ações têm um impacto direto no sucesso da rádio e na dinâmica social de Fundópolis, permitindo que os jogadores trilhem seu próprio caminho através da narrativa.

[yourpalghost]

What I HOPED would happen in the newest chapter but didnt. Its okay, I still got a moment to freak out.

Uhhh dftr au spoilers

Check out dftr by @muzzlemouths

[trenchcoat-full-of-snails]

*aggressively pushes all my other wips off the table* I NEED TO DRAW DFTR FANART RIGHT MEOW

[mooshkat]

fuck it friday

(aka, i just wanted an excuse to put out a snippet as an interest check. as per usual with a ghostface au, beware of blood, violence, gore, ect.)

Tommy's been watching the kid for a while.

He’s meant to be in a retirement of sorts and has buried the urge for years to pull the mask back out, but he’s been drawn to keeping up with the recent killings in the news like a moth to a flame.

The kills are sporadic and never too close together to cause a noticeable pattern and stir panic in the news, and anything caught on film has been blurry photos posted to Twitter, but the work is sloppy.

The crime scene photos released to the public remind Tommy of a puppy getting a new toy and shredding it in minutes; there's blood everywhere around the body, splattered on the walls and soaked into the carpet, and it’s smeared like there's been a hasty cleanup of evidence. 

The killer is good at staying unknown, but as it is now, their days are numbered at getting caught.

Tommy knows what to look for, sees the people the new killer is targeting, and notices the similarities between them all. There’s always hidden dirt on them, things they’ve tried burying behind walls of money. The kinds of people that nobody is going to miss when they’re dead.

The urge to go back out there calls to him like never before. It's been years since he hung up the Ghostface mantle and here this newbie is, acting like they're trying to ruin the terrifying reputation he built. He thinks of digging into the back of his closet to pull out the old, worn mask that’s moved with him now three times.

Instead of being the hunter, Tommy turns the kid into the hunted. He starts going to bars and looking for potential targets lining up with the new killer's interests. It's a long waiting game, one that he almost gives up on and washes his hands of it all because he’s getting too fucking old to be spending his time off work like this, until he finally strikes gold and finds him.

The target is sleazy looking, someone who doesn't want to take no as an answer from the women he tries to chat up, and argues with anyone that tries to tell him to piss off. He finally stands up and bitches about leaving and calling an Uber, and Tommy catches a head of blond hair ducking out of the back exit as he does.

Gotcha.

He watches the man leave and waits, giving the newbie three whole minutes before he goes out of the same back door into the alley behind the bar. He reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out his old mask, sneezing lightly as he pulls the dusty thing over his head.

Tommy hears the familiar sound of someone choking on their own blood, the symphony of wheezing and gurgling in their throat as they try to breathe. He hears more blood splatter as a knife is removed, and steps around the corner to see the man shoved against the wall by the wannabe Ghostface.

The kid slowly turns his head to look at him and straightens up, letting the victim go. He slumps down the wall, dead before he hits the ground. The knife drips with fresh blood and Tommy wants, misses the familiarity of feeling a sharpened blade slice through skin and muscle with ease, but he shoves it down.

This baby Ghostface lunges at him, but Tommy is quicker and more skilled. He grabs the wrist holding the knife and uses his larger size as an advantage, shoving the kid against the brick wall with a hand on his throat. 

“Drop it,” he demands, voice a deep growl, but the other man doesn't say or do anything. The only sound he makes are harsh pants as he looks up at Tommy's mask. Tommy squeezes his wrist, tighter and tighter until the kid unwillingly drops the knife with a grunt.