#footagecaught

[alienbeamed]

@footagecaught​  asked :  “ i’m gonna lock myself in here with a ghost. ”

◤✦  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌  ✦◢                 there’s  a  soft  glow  from  the  joint  pressed  between  her  lips  before  she  pulls  it  away ,  holding  her  breath  as  she  dabs  the  end  out  and  drops  the  roach  into  her  ashtray .  a  beat  and  she  exhales ,  smoke  curling  towards  the  open  window  before  she  lets  loose  a  soft  laugh .  ❝ the  bathroom ? ❞  another  giggle  and  she  shifts  on  the  couch ,  hands  pressed  into  the  cushion  as  she  watches  him .  ❝ trying  to  say  my  bus  is  haunted ,  bennett ?  think  that  might  attract  an  alien  or  two ? ❞  a  crinkle  of  her  nose  and  she  settles  back .  ❝ am  i  boring  you ?  did  i  say  something  wrong ?  i  thought  things  were  going  pretty  damn  well . ❞  teeth  drag  at  her  lower  lip  and  she  hugs  herself ,  hands  cupping  elbows .  ❝ was  i  reading  this  totally  wrong ?  i’m  good  at  rejection .  but  i’m  not  good  at  haunted  bathrooms  and  cute  boys  chasing  ghosts  out  of  my  window . ❞

[morbidgrl-archive2]

@footagecaught ❤'d for a starter !

❝Don't flip out when I tell you this,okay? But uh...I have a crush on you. There I said it.❞

[torrancecurse-aa]

𝙸’𝙼   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥   ﹠   𝙸   𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭  𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭   𝙸𝚃. 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴   𝐦𝐲  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ,   𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷   𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴   𝐦𝐲  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙲𝙰𝙽   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   ��𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫’𝐬  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭.  𝙽𝙾𝚆  𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 ,  𝐢’𝐦  𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆  𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆  ﹠  𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚  𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕   ––––––   ft.   @footagecaught

[darklydescended]

POSITIVITY MEME

Unicorn: Tag someone who is So Good, So Pure™

@footagecaught - you are the first person that came to mind when i was scrolling through my followers . even though we havent interacted in character i can honestly say morley is 100% pure . i adore your character and the thought you put into your oc . they are so well written out and the thing that screamed 100% pure to me was his backstory and where he worked before becoming famous , the fact he likes carebears , and just -- everything you write about him . he is perfect and just seems like a beautiful human being and is so pure and down to earth . you are a lovely writer and deserve some positivity your way because you are amazingly creative 

[horrormaestro-aaaaaaa]

raise  your  hand  if  you’ve  ever  felt  personally  victimized  by  @footagecaught​​

[icameasiam-arch]

you give off a very supportive vibe! whether it's leaving notes on ppl's ic related posts or wishing them well on their ooc posts! you're an RPC mom and that's a compliment. <3 you're a pleasure to have around.

ᵂᴴᴬᵀ   ᵛᴵᴮᴱ   ᴰᴼ   ᴵ   ᴳᴵᵛᴱ   ᴼᶠᶠ  ˀ                                            ᴬᴸᵂᴬᵞˢ   ᴬᶜᶜᴱᴾᵀᴵᴺᴳ  ᵎ

                     ᵒᵒᶜ   :   ᴵᵗ   ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ   ᵇᵉ   ᵃ   ˡᶤᵉ   ᵗᵒ   ˢᵃʸ   ᵗʰᵃᵗ   ᴵ   ᵈᶤᵈᶰ’ᵗ   ᵗᶤᶰʸ   ᵍᵃˢᵖ   ᵃᵗ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᴿᴾᶜ   ᵐᵒᵐ   ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᶰᵗ   ˑ   ᴵ   ʰᵃᵛᵉ   ᵉᶰᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ   ˢᵒ   ᵐᵃᶰʸ   ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ   ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ   ᵒᶰ   ᵗʰᶤˢ   ˢᶤᵗᵉ   ᵗʰᵃᵗ   ᴵ   ʰᵃᵛᵉ   ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉᵈ   ᵍᶤᵛᵉ   ᵒᶠᶠ   ˢᵘᶜʰ   ᵃ   ᵛᶤᵇᵉ   ᵃᶰᵈ   ᴵ   ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ   ᶠᶤᶰᵈ   ᶤᵗ   ˢᵒ   ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᶤᶰᵍ   ᵗᵒ   ᵏᶰᵒʷ   ᵗʰᵃᵗ   ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ   ᶜᵃʳᵉˢ   ᵉᶰᵒᵘᵍʰ   ᵗᵒ   ʳᵃᵈᶤᵃᵗᵉ   ˢᵘᶜʰ   ᵉᶰᵉʳᵍʸ   ˑ   ᴵ   ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ   ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ   ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ   ᵒᶠ   ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ   ᵃˢ   ᵗʰᶤˢ   ˀ   ᴺᵒᵗ   ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ   ᴵ   ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ   ˡᶤᵏᵉ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵗᶤᵗˡᵉ   ᵇᵘᵗ   ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ   ᴵ   ᵈᶤᵈᶰ’ᵗ   ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ   ᴵ   ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ   ᶠᶤᵗ   ᶤᶰ   ᵗʰᵃᵗ   ᵃˢ   ʷᵉˡˡ   ˀ   ˢᵒ   ᵗʰᶤˢ   ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ   ʷᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ   ᵐᵉ   ᵘᵖ   ᶤᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ   ˑ   ᴵ   ˡᵒᵛᵉ   ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒᶰᵉ   ᴵ   ᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ   ʷᶤᵗʰ   ˢᵒ   ᵐᵘᶜʰ   ˑ   ᴵ’ᵐ   ᵃ   ᶠˡᵃʷᵉᵈ   ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ   ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ   ᵃᶰᵈ   ᴵ   ᵏᶰᵒʷ   ᵗʰᶤˢ   ⁻   ⁻   ⁻   ⁻   ᵇᵘᵗ   ᴵ   ᵈᵒ   ᵗʳʸ   ᵗᵒ   ᵍᶤᵛᵉ   ᵃˢ   ᵐᵘᶜʰ   ˡᵒᵛᵉ   ᵃˢ   ᴵ   ᶜᵃᶰ   ᵗᵒ   ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ   ᴵ   ᵉᶰᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ   ᵃᶰᵈ   ᶜᵒᶰᶰᵉᶜᵗ   ʷᶤᵗʰ   ˑ   ᴬˢ   ʷᵉˡˡ   ᵃˢ   ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ   ˑ   ˢᵒ   ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏ   ʸᵒᵘ   ᶠᵒʳ   ᵗʰᶤˢ   ˑ   ᵀʰᵃᶰᵏ   ʸᵒᵘ   ᶠᵒʳ   ˡᵉᵃᵛᶤᶰᵍ   ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ   ˢᵒ   ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ   ˑ   ᵀʰᵃᶰᵏ   ʸᵒᵘ   ᶠᵒʳ   ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ   ᵃ   ᵖᵃʳᵗ   ᵒᶠ   ᵗʰᶤˢ   ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ   ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ   ᵒᶠ   ᵐᶤᶰᵉ   ˑ

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

@footagecaught​  ;        𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 & 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚    (𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒)  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 + 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐘

the planetarium seems like a nice enough date on it’s own, but when you put two people with this much sexual chemistry in a dark room together and pump pink floyd though the speakers, something is bound to happen. and it did. well, is. 

they’re one of four other couples that helena can see, all shrouded by dark and only the color of planets and constellations casting their light upon patrons.  the music ebbs and rises up,  floyd’s ‘on the run’ making it’s way up theater chairs with a rumble underneath helena’s thighs. she’d worn a skirt today because she’s not as innocent as she may seem at times and maybe this has been something she’d been planning for a while now. all it takes is a meeting of eyes, a well timed lip bite, and a flicker of mars’ red surface casting crimson across both of their faces for things to be set in motion right then and there.  the soles of her boots rest at the back of the seat in front of them when mo makes his move and the palm of his hand sinks under the hem of her skirt. she’s drenched and eager, the combination of both clearly evident along the fabric between thick thighs. it takes almost nothing from his end to coax a moan, the soft sound falling into the small space between where he’s leaned over her.   “don’t stop--”  a plea for only him to hear, and he doesn’t falter. the pads of fingers work that bundle of nerves buried between slick folds like he has a map and he knows exactly how to coax her unfurling. it’s when she thinks she’s got him figured out that his digits turn south, delving down and slipping in, only to curl upward to hit that perfect spot.  walls tighten and she gasps. he smiles and nips her neck, yet another stop on that map to her inevitable undoing.  songs have flowed into one merging of sound when the chord deep down inside of her is struck just right. she can tell by the look in his eye that he knows it’s coming and all it takes is one brush of his thumb over that sensitive bud to make toes curl and her mouth fall slack.  thank god for the chorus of voices in the throes of  “the great gig in the sky”, because without them helena would be screaming solo. she cums so hard her vision blurs, nostrils flaring as her face contorts into a look of pleasure and she emits a languid gush around his fingers. aftershocks of pleasure rack through her, sturdy thighs taking on a slight tremble that makes her smile bashfully.  “wow..”  she breathes the word though saccharine laughter,  “that was.. amazing. but i think i made a mess.” her eyes take on a glint not yet seen today, and as the scenery changes to show slides of the literal dark side of the moon, she takes hold of morley’s wrist and pulls his hand free. fingers are drenched in her; slow and wet and dripping like honey.   she guides him, directing those coated digits between the pillows of lips, mouth sinking down until he’s hitting tonsils. he’s lapped clean before fingers emerge and she leans in close to his mouth for a brushing of lips,   “i know how much you hate messes.”

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for footagecaught : for @footagecaught! I've honestly just loved Mo since I first found him on another blog of mine. The mun puts SO MUCH love and detail into him. He's just such a positive and fun character and I can tell the mun loves him and that makes me feel braver about my characters! A huge inspiration, honestly.

[rosepyrearchive]

@footagecaught​ :     ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜

                               𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

𝓔𝒀𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑺  𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑻  𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬  𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹  𝑨𝑺  she  breathes,     her  heart  still  drumming  against  her  chest  from  the  sudden  awakening  ;     mo,     thrashing  awake,     fear  in  his  eyes  . . .          𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀  𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀.          his  head  lies  on  the  other  side  of  her  chest,     and  she’s  thankful  he  isn’t  in  the  direct  line  of  her  hummingbird  heart.          instead,     he’s  in  the  perfect  position  for  her  stroke  the  back  of  his  head,     to  hold  his  cheek  so  his  face  lays  against  her  soft  skin.          serena  wholly  embraces   him,     and  mo’s  body,     his  warmth,     devours  her     ━━━━      𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐭.

moments  of  silence  pass  in  between  until  he  speaks,     and  her  index  finger  nudges  his  chin  upwards,     until  she  can  gaze  at  him,     with  nothing  less  than  the  tenderest  adoration.

❝          never,          ❞                     she  murmurs,     his  warm  brown  eyes  easily  the  most  beautiful  sight  she’s  ever  seen.          the  library  of  alexandria  had  always  been  her  dream  ;     the  world’s  greatest  collection  of  knowledge  has  nothing  on  the  way  he  looks  at  her  now,     the  way  he  smiles  at  her  in  the  dark  and  holds  her  close  in  the  daylight.          mo  reminds  her  of  daylight.

never,     forever  . . .          are  such  a  long  time  for  a  girl  like  her.

infinity.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐬𝐚𝐲  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐠𝐨  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲.

looking  at  mo  now,     serena  thinks  that  the  day  he  dies,     or  the  day  he  leaves,     will  be  the  equivalent     ━━━━     but  it  won’t  be  her  that  goes  first.

❝          i  promise.          i  swear.          i  could  happily  spend  every  second  of  every  day  by  your  side.          ❞                    tilting  her  head,     serena  kisses  his  temple,     his  cheek.                  ❝          do  you  want  to  try  sleeping  again  ?          talk  ?          or  i  could  make  you  tea,     mon  nounours  ?          ❞

[eurosleazarc]

prompt:  “ how do you want to finish it? “ sent:  @footagecaught​ from:  possession (1981) , accepting.

“ that’s the problem.  it’s just-- it’s hard to end it. ”  she’s never been great at endings-- a cop-out, perhaps, but it’s true.  sure, sadie should be better at them, but it’s hard for her to do it.  that’s probably something that she needs to discuss with people, but she’s just gonna keep that to herself.  bad habit?  absolutely!  but to her, it’s like smoking-- she never really can quit.

“ i mean.  all my notes are here. ”  sadie slides the notebook over to mo, taps the cover with the end of her pen.  “ you, um, you can go over them and see what you can concoct.  i trust you to make something out of... ”  a grimace, mostly directed toward the notebook.  “ ...whatever rambles i decided to make at the crack of dawn.  honestly, they’re probably bad, but they exist.  so, have fun with all that. ”

[morbidgrl-archive]

footagecaught said:

“ what did you want to show me?  ”

Scout was excited,more excited than she should be. Most would probably shit themselves at her find,but Scout? She embraced it and kept most of whatever she found while investigating,even if she felt the pure evil in whatever the item was. The dopey grin on her face said it all,but Mo would have to see for himself how brilliant this find was. 

❝Before I show you,you have to promise me you won't freak out.❞She didn't want him to run off before she got the chance to show him,it was hidden underneath an old blanket of hers,she hid it well so it wouldn't poke out and the reveal would be wasted. 

❝Behold! A beautiful,one hundred percent haunted antique doll!❞She unravels the doll,chipped and shattered in some places on its face,mostly,but still intact somehow. It was one of those dolls you could probably score big on Ebay if you looked hard enough,and it was creepy as hell. It still had eyes and stared directly at your soul. 

❝Found it at some old cemetery and uh,let's just say there's been a lot of activity here since then.❞

[seeksghosts]

@footagecaught​  asked :  “ That is vile language to use. ”

                  she’s  sprawled  on  their  couch ,  one  hand  resting  on  BLOSSOM’S  back ,  the  other  holding  a  book  that  she’s  not  even  reading .  green  eyes  dance  with  mischief  as  she  PEEKS  over  the  top  of  the  book  with  a  playful  grin .  oh ...  she’s  touched  a  nerve  and  she  knows  it .  the  kind  of  nerve  she  likes  to  touch  and  keep  touching .  it  isn’t  often  she  finds  something  that  elicits  a  reaction  like  this  so  she’s  just  gonna  keep  poking .  she  rolls  her  lips ,  book  CLOSING  as  she  shifts ,  fingers  scritching  behind  the  pup’s  ears  as  brows  raise .  ❝ it  ain’t  my  fault  you  refuse  to  believe  in  science .  it’s  an  absolute  fact ,  momo ...  red  velvet  cake ?  it  ain’t  nothing  but  glorified  chocolate  dyed  red .  now  that  don’t  mean  it’s  bad .  shit’s  DELICIOUS .  but  it’s  the  color  that  makes  our  teeny  tiny  little  homosapien  brains  think  it  tastes  difference .  what  we’re  tasting ?  it  ain’t  nothin’  but  food  coloring .  i  hate  t’bring  ya  bad  news .  but  i  AIN’T  SORRY . ❞   

[liftedrelics]

@footagecaught​ sent:  ❝ promise you’ll try to get some sleep? ❞ @ jamie <3

     SHE’S BARELY GOTTEN ANY SLEEP IN DAYS. A few hours here, a few hours there. She has a project that’s to be completed by the end of the week but as goes her unlucky life, everything that CAN go wrong. HAS gone wrong. On Monday, her morning coffee was spilled all over the project, forcing her to go through each piece and recover anything that was salvageable. Unfortunately, for an artist? That isn’t easy. Especially one who’s an open flood gate for anything paranormal. If it wasn’t bad enough that her life was literally falling apart, she had to deal with the constant fear, and mostly annoyance of the other worldly bothering her at random. 

She breathes in, heavy and deep, slamming the pain brush down on the table beside her and both hands are thrown up so that her fingers can run through messy curls. “ I really, REALLY wish I could Mo, but I have this stupid deadline and I just …..” A single arm shoots out, gesturing to the space around her. “ …and it doesn’t help that these stupid GHOSTS keep fucking with me.” As if insulting them is going to help her case any. 

[believedtruly-a]

“ YES , including me ! WE HAVEN’T PLAYED CUP PONG IN A WEEK ! ” oliver is obviously bothered by this — she’s trying to earn some redemption after a string of horrible failures . however , there’s a bit of concern there . she leans in a little bit , head tilting : “ what’s goin’ on man ? ”

@footagecaught​ : my friends keep texting me .

[horrormaestro-aaaaaaa]

@footagecaught​  sent :   a slightly above average 5'11 for mo        ⁄⁄      meme.

jackie  vc :   i’m  gonna  feel  pretty  disrespected  if  ur  not  looking  down  my  shirt.  :/

[viiixn]

@footagecaught​ said : since the other two options are mean mo goes with hold hands, final answer​

HUMANS WERE CURIOUS THINGS, if not entirely tenacious by nature.

                      Once was a time when MANKIND didn’t have or need reason, to fear and respect the things that went bump in the darkness. Fire booming in a trench and gutted with wire, with blasts of canon sparks and blood did a lot to assuage that particular visceral imprint. It inflated their ego and sense of security in a trickle to the next generation; their machines and warfare went often as unchecked as their insatiable reach for the stars and limits. Then again, Mankind has never wanted for courage, in shades both bravery and stupid.                        Those very things in the deeper black were counting on that.

As one who watched the growing pains of humanity as it moved through the decades she had the pleasure of stalking in, it was fairly predictable when a light ' clatter ’ preceded a hand pushing open the door she was ducked behind. ‘Such is the gamble of chance and probability in conjunction to order and plan.’ A mental sigh as the vixen justified the pathetic spot she had only minutes to commit to, when her SQUATTING grounds had been intruded on in the midst of her inspection and consideration.  

                         Not exactly ideal housing but it was sequestered on the outskirts of the city, and had otherwise no other signs of life or invasion to imply it was frequented by the locals. Certainly a place no human in their right mind would traverse on such a night, contrary to the present occurrence. Hinges on the door creak and protest loudly, and Azuka is standing up in preparation for REACTION. One hand moved AWAY from the hilt of her sword attached to her back, while her other hand snakes out to quickly catch the one pushing on the door. There really was no easy way to do this.

                                      “Don’t scream.”