#horror rp

[sawbonesources]

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[r0ttdweller]

𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙴ᵃˡˡ𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

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[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all human/human verse characters 25+! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! age gaps are welcome* you do not have to match length!

setting -> your muse is a new recruit to a secret doomsday cult that my muse is heavily affiliated with. part of the incitation involves a confession of your sins, and having depictions of the worst 3 tattooed to your skin. my muse is the one with the tattoo gun. this will likely contain triggering content so be advised. religious/dark horror themes will be present moving forward!

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there was a precise, methodical ritual when it came to the preparation of the ink && it's accompanying gun. needles selected with care, lights dimmed everywhere but the adjustable overhead so there was little to distract josiah from his work. just him, the skin, and the release of haunting sin.

he'd done this a hundred times already. their group was small, but growing; the world around them darkening, with more lost souls craving acceptance, forgiveness, salvation, rescue. to have a way out of the dark, and into the light. to survive the pending doom that would topple everything back down to the ground. honestly, josiah couldn't wait. the depiction of flames, a raging fire that engulfed everything in it's wake, were etched in ink across his chest, only just barely peeking through now from under the neckline as he leaned down, sanitizing the gun in silence. one of his own sins - the hunger for destruction. for chaos. it was what he liked to call lust, written over his chest where his heart would be.

not lust for the pleasure of the body - though he fell victim to that, too. but instead, what josiah craved deeper, what really got his blood pumping through his veins, what really could bring the man to his knees... watching it all burn. && most importantly, being the one to hold the flame that set it all ablaze.

but tonight, it was not hellfire he wielded. instead, just an artist's tool, and the gentle whirring of the machine mimicked that of the crackle of fire in distant memories. he'd not properly looked at the subject yet - now finding them in the blurry haze of the targeted light. there was an intimacy to this ritual. it was when they would become redeemed. their worst mistakes plainly written (and by his hand, oh, how the power almost could tingle through his bones.) " this step is called the repentance. you tell me your worst three sins, and we'll face them together. you have to wear them, to be cleansed. to be set free. "

[geneticallyxengineered]

[‎ ‎ ‎// ‌‎WATCH ME FALL.WATCH ‎ME BURN.WATCH ME RISE ‎// ‎]

#'𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬𝗫𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 ‎─── fakevz crafted &&' independent single muse image of ALBERT WESKER from capcom's RESIDENT EVIL. the only one true WESKER - est. 2OI2. a study in: biotechnology, survival-horror, abusive behaviourisms, villainry and forming a new world order. // selective with a strongly varying activity &&' reply level. may contain highly triggering content reserved for muns of the ages of 21 and above. minors dni. // read the fucking [ // RULES //] before interacting with this blog. ─── [ // PLOTTING CALL // ]

[t-errifier]

Ｔ－ＥＲＲＩＦＩＥＲ , an independent & highly selective interpretation of ART THE CLOWN from the franchise TERRIFIER.     this blog is  ONLY  made for those who are  OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN,    no  minors  will be permitted on the blog.   EXTREME GORE & HORROR SUBJECTS will be present on this blog; please do not follow if you are not comfortable with these topics. written by JACK, TWENTY - FIVE. graphics from @/nassycomms !!

[melinoegraphics]

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[nursewashing]

I actually kinda like the night time window screen.  𝐈𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞  𝐢𝐭.

[gorekissed]

❛ ⠀I  KNOW  I  MUST  BE  IMPOSSIBLY  WRETCHED.  GOD  MADE  ME  SOMETHING  SO  TERRIBLE,  SO  UNFORGIVABLY  DAMNED  ー  FROM  BIRTH,  I  WAS  MEANT  TO  BE  DESPISED  .⠀.⠀.  AND  I  CAN  NEVER  BE  ANYTHING  MORE  THAN  THE  POISON  I  WAS  BORN  WITH  FLOODING  MY  VEINS. ⠀❜

selective     &     mutuals  only  original  character  SAYURI  TAMASHIRO,  based  on  Sui  Ishida's  TOKYO  GHOUL,  with  verses  for  jujutsu  kaisen,  kimetsu  no  yaiba  &  dead  by  daylight !  devoured�� by  light,  26,  she/her  (CET)

[r0ttdweller]

𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝟮 (𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖤) - 𝙿𝚂𝟻 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜

[grandsiliato]

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[echobroker]

# E C H O B R O K E R ― ❛Artifacts, secrets, magic ― they all have one thing in common: they belong to the highest bidder.❜ independent, fandomless, mutual-only, selective and low active 𝑬 𝑺 𝑴 𝑬 𝑸 𝑼 𝑰 𝑵 𝑵 , penned and loved by daisy, she/her. minors and personal dni ! open for threads&conversations.

A deep dive into . . . echobroker and whisperkeeper , slinking through forgotten alleyways , tracing fingers along the edges of forbidden tomes , peeling back the layers of deception , unmasking lies , pulsating , ancient and forbidden magic , every question is a challenge to the reality , smiles hiding the depths of her cunning , wiping away layers of dust from forgotten relics , eyes alight with the thrill of uncovering secrets meant to stay hidden .

[voidmarkd]

#voidmarkd; an indie, selective and fandomless portrayal of Atlas Fitzgerald, featuring themes as life in a coven, rebirth through death, marked by the void, necromancy, betrayal and abandonment, the blood and the burden, keeper of forgotten graves, [ . . . ] mutuals only. 21+. low activity. eng/ger. ♱ carrd ♱ memes ♱ open starters

[pyramultimuse]

@lostxndbroken liked the Starter Roulette, the characters are Grell and Geralt and the theme is Horror AU [Currently Accepting]

Where there is life, there is death. A beginning and an end. But recently peoples ends were coming too soon and were meeting a bloody fate. Woman, or atleast what they could tell from the remains, were being slaughtered in the night. The sounds of screams and a nasty whirling, growling sound of something ripping through flesh and sawing through bone. What was left of the victims would be scattered all over the street and the walls of making an incredibly gruesome sight.

A few had caught sight of the killer on occasion, someone dressed in all red with long flowing red locks. A person? But when they were spotted they could leap effortlessly onto high rooftops and bound from roof to roof and disappear into the night, laughing maliciously as they escaped. The killer had been dubbed Crimson Death, unknowing very appropriate. This murderer was no human, atleast not anymore, they were death incarnate. Reapers, meant to be silent and hidden as they collected the souls of the dying. This particular one had gone rogue, killing people before their time and had a fixation on slaughtering beautiful women. Though more recently men and even children had been killed. Possibly having gotten too close or tried to stop the Crimson Death.

There was only one who could possibly stop the killing spree as the victims were nearing triple digits, who better to deal with the monsters and supernatural than a Witcher. It was their only hope as they feared that the whole city was in danger. People were staying off the streets at night in fear of the Crimson Death, silent and empty like a ghost town. This would make hunting harder.

Grell, the red reaper everyone feared sat atop the rooftop across the street from a brothel. One leg up with his arm resting on his knee as the other leg dangled off the edge, watching like a gargoyle waiting for a possible target. There were definitely people inside, the glow of candles could be seen through the windows and chatter and a lute could be heard. But only a man would enter or leave, no one fitting of a beautiful bloody death.

[melinoegraphics]

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