#nosac-glave

[pairoleplays]

@nosac-glave​ liked for a starter ! for Jacob Miles (Scream OC)

||JACOB MILES/GHOSTFACE||

Woodsboro was just another boring town Jacob grew up in, besides all the murders that has happened here. Almost over twenty-five years of mass murders, going on and off again. All being recollected through the Stab movies.

Oh those movies he watched religiously. Especially the first one, it was his FAVORITE.

Never FUCK with the original, was his motto.

Anyone that didn’t agree with his horror choices, didn’t last long. Though, Jacob always had to hold back on most days. He didn’t want to get caught.

Just your average horror movie buff. It was best to keep that title around, for now.

Jacob was in Woodsboro old video store, as it became a novelty tourist hotspot. Even being a residence, he liked to rub the old, rugged plastic on the VHS tapes. There was something so, inviting from its texture. The bumps and the ruggedness that still held such formality. It bewildered him, but intrigued him. Putting his mind in a state of carpool tunnel. Enveloping the world into his own mind. Clouded out in a void, just him and the tapes. 

Till someone taps his shoulder. Great, a new distraction.

[mxshtyx]

“But I don’t know who is who!” ( I figured this made more sense considering borna's mental state in her dbd verse hhfgdg hallo!! )

ENCANTO LYRIC STARTERS

"...I feel like that's a little bit of discrimination towards us survivors... but if you want to put voices with names... I'm Nea." The street artist was pinned down under the other, and the extreme feeling like she was about to be moried was evident, but she might as well go out trying to talk herself out of the situation.

"I literally just want to fix the gen to go back to the campfire... but if this is the faster way, I guess I can thank you later..."

[justacomedy-archived]

@nosac-glave​:  “  even when you smile, your eyes are still sad.  ”

— It’s sad, really; how he’s become despondent enough over the years that even a smile couldn’t shake the sadness from his eyes. They bleed with his mourning; Arthur spends every day of his life wishing for death as he grieves the man he’s always wanted to be. The life he could have had. They say a person’s eyes are the windows to their soul and it was funny to him to think that someone can look into his and find dejected fragments of what used to be the soul he had long ago. He can’t even remember the last time he gazed upon his own reflection in a mirror and saw anything but despair in his own eyes. Maybe that’s why he’s always found interest in becoming a clown; to distract people away from his eyes with colorful triangles and painted smiles. His strongest façade where he would pretend to be happy and no one would see the truth. But still, deep down, he wanted someone to notice. Anyone. And even as Joker; he couldn’t hide his anguish. A crestfallen man was all he ever would ever be. 

— The longer Arthur thinks about it, the more humorous he finds it. How he played the role of a stereotypical sad clown for so long; a depressed man riddled with so many insecurities that he used comedy to fool himself into thinking that he had confidence. And now, he’s found his confidence, but his insecurities still ran deep. Even his new life as Joker couldn’t rid him of the man he once was; no matter how hard he tries to hide Arthur Fleck away never to be seen again, his former identity often slips between even the smallest cracks of his façade. “That’s funny.” he points out, his words accompanied by a breathy laugh that escaped his chest. It wasn’t. No one’s ever really looked him in the eyes long enough to point that out to him; nor did they spend enough time around him to see a genuine smile from him much like the smiles Borna gets to see. “You’re the only one who’s ever pointed that out.” he admitted. “It’s like.. you actually see me.” Of course people see him now: the Joker, but they don’t see anything beyond the title or the greasepaint. They don’t see the man hidden beneath. They never have. They only see the dashing red suit and a crimson smile. It was comforting to him to to have Arthur Fleck recognized within his eyes; she’s looking deeper beyond the surface. 

[deliciousfear]

"More like someone who should be a ghost...” Bo huffs out some smoke, “... I paid good money to make sure they were taken care of. Seems, it has come time for me to finish it.” She sighs, of course she had not wanted to get her hands dirty all those years ago. 

Back then, she was young and stupid. But also needed to make sure at that time that her name was clean. That was how she was so successful now, keeping her image and name clean enough to expand and take over. Still, she should have known better with this man in particular, who know what he got up all theses years. He could be more of a problem than she knows, since, why else would he come back? Even if he didn’t die, he had to know she had sent to person to ‘kill’ him. Why come back?

        ”You ever been dancing?”

@nosac-glave​ // closed.

[gorture]

“WE’VE BINGED THIS SHOW THREE TIMES, LET ME GO HOME!”

(IM SORRY THIS INE CRACKED ME UP FORGIVE ME XD)

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  a  torturer  were  scarce   —  effective  techniques,    at  that.      One  must  always  turn  to  the  𝙐𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙓  when  desperate  measures  were  afoot.      She  had  been  the  thorn  in  his  side  for  several  weeks  too  long,    a  𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙐𝙀  within  Ruvik’s  sanctuary  .  .  .  So  with  his  palate  for  vengeance  &  sadistic  sense  of  humor,     he  straps  her  in  for  a  𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉  of  seemingly  unending  American  romcoms.     Calm,    complacent,    he  sat  rigid  with  arms  balanced  atop  his  thighs,     𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂  in  the  delight  of  her  anguish.       Success.

𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊  :  accepting     /     @nosac-glave​

[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon chuckles, “I would say I am surprised but, I would be lying.” He gently jokes, not looking up from his painting is working on. He’s not sure how serious it is, more so how she could have gotten caught. Sure, she could be impulsive, and if it happened around the wrong person then it easy to see. He, himself, had the same thing to happen to him before, Kharon, even went to prison before, more so because he was curious. 

      “What exactly did you do?”

@nosac-glave​ // closed.

[ruinouss-archived]

     Rain swollen clouds blacked out the moon and stars, darkening the drenched streets. A few streetlights flickered, bulbs humming monotonously as the woman ran barefoot down the sidewalk. A trail of blood droplets followed her as her right hand remained clamped tightly to a deep wound on her arm. Blood trickled between her fingers and down her arm, staining her shirt and dropping from her fingertips. She paused in her running, feet muddy and bloodied from her trek. Dark auburn hair clung to her skin as she searched for street signs to guide her to a place of sanctuary. She’d been ripped from her home, fished out of the sea like bycatch, subdued, and thrown into a cage. It wasn’t often humans were aware of sea nymphs and were even less aware of how to capture them but she’d been the unlucky one. Every moment with her was a fight as she desperately tried to escape. As long as she was in a wet or high humidity environment she’d survive but nothing would help her regenerate as quickly as the ocean.

     Finding the right street name she continued running, hoping her luck would hold out a bit longer. When she escaped from her captors she’d killed a few and badly injured others and knew they’d be out for her head at this point. She was worth more dead than alive at this point, she was sure of it. Rumors of a sanctuary for monsters had made their way to her during her entrapment and it was the only bit of hope she could hold onto at this point. As she continued running through the streets she once again came to a stop, her eyes finding the morgue. It seemed a tad odd but she supposed land creatures needed to find a way to hide among humans if they wanted to live in peace. 

      Sighing slowly, she hesitantly made her way up to the door, glancing around to make sure no one had followed her. Certain she was alone, she removed her bloodied palm from her wound, knocking on the door and praying the rumors were true. Her hand returned to cover the still bleeding gash as she looked around growing even more anxious by the second. Being in the open under the lights made her feel vulnerable. Gravity only allowed for so many places to escape on land. In the water, she could move in any direction but here she was stuck on the same plane. How anything managed to live like this was absolutely mind boggling to her.

Semi plotted starter for @nosac-glave​

[moonshinaes]

@nosac-glave​​ liked for a starter.

a sigh leaves her lips as she watches the other approach her at the table, shaking her head in frustration, with her brow raised upward. "didn't i say never to come unless it was important?" she speaks, her back leaned against the chair as she lets out a small huff --- contemplating her words. "what's the issue now?"

[rossefincha]

@nosac-glave​ cont. from here

                  head   tilts   .   out   of   caution   .   she   does   not   know   this   creature   (   briar   hardly   believes   it   is   a   person   like   she   is   a   person   )   and   she   does   not   trust   her   .   around   her   stands   prison   walls   .   it   is   where   she   belongs   .   yet   briar   has   never   been   caught   .   even   if   she   walked   into   daylight   in   the   middle   of   london   with   blood   on   her   hands   ,   she   would   not   be   caught   .   it   frustrates   her   .   why   can’t   she   pay   for   her   crimes   ?   her   sins   ?   briar   will   rot   in   hell   .   and   she   might   as   well   practice   by   rotting   away   in   a   prison   .   

                  ❝   it   seems   like   something   my   father   would   do   ,   ❞   briar   says   .   her   expression   burns   with   her   hatred   for   the   man   .    ❝  if   he   was   …   one   of   your   kind   .   ❞   set   the   dead   loose   in   a   prison   .   to   be   entertained   .

                  she   cannot   help   imagine   herself   doing   the   same   .   letting   the   dead   loose   on   her   father’s   school   -   that   academy   of   his   -   and   all   of   its   surrounding   buildings   .   watching   them   running   and   screaming   .   her   father   ,   frantically   trying   to   pack   his   back   .   seeing   her   father   act   frantic   would   be   enough   .   he’s   never   been   that   way   before   .   briar   wonders   what   it’s   like   .   

                  but   she   knows   they   would   handle   the   situation   better   than   the   prisoners   .   everything   would   be   orderly   ,   as   they   were   trained   .   one   group   would   distract   ,   another   would   destroy   .   everything   would   be   like   when   she   was   there   .   just   another   day   .   this   time   ,   they   received   real   practice   (   and   hopefully   not   a   threat   they   would   face   again   )   .   

                  briar   plops   herself   down   next   to   the   woman   ,   hands   tucked   around   her   torso   .   her   tongue   clicks   and   she   sighs   .   ❝   why   did   you   do   it   anyway   ?   i   stand   by   what   i   said   -   it’s   an   awful   idea   .   but   why   ?   ❞      

                  was   she   really   that   bored   ?   with   …   whatever   it   was   she   did   ?   it   seemed   doubtful   .   dealing   with   the   dead   on   a   regular   basis   didn’t   seem   to   be   a   boring   job   .   but   neither   did   assassin   ,   yet   briar   got   sick   of   that   rather   quickly   .   perhaps   ,   boredom   is   what   led   her   to   follow   this   humoid   creature   .   she   was   bored   and   ,   well   ,   curious   .      

                  ❝   you   can’t   be   that   bored   -   no   matter   how   interesting   this   strange   experiment   of   yours   is   .   ❞   

[bomsplode]

Continued @nosac-glave​

In this world, it was kill or be killed. Jinx had learned that when she was meant to be too young to even understand it. The brutality of humans shouldn’t have been something to become competent with. Yet she’d practiced taking a punch and hurting right back, over and over again, until she’d gotten it right.

She knew what pain meant, what loss meant, and she could handle it. Jinx really was ready this time, older and more experienced than ever before.

The blood on the ground still caused her to pause. She could run from it all she wanted, but the past snuck up on her when least expected. It came in waves at that moment, something she had to shake off before continuing on. In the form of whispers, taunts, remembrance of that night. The blood didn’t even look natural. Was it from an animal or something? It appeared to be dark, though looking at it closer proved there wasn’t a trace of red within. Simply darkness.

How curious.

Jinx followed it out of simple wonder. She pondered what it might be that could paint such a stain into the earth.

Another human wasn’t expected. Well, no, not human. Humans didn’t bleed black. ❝ What do we have here? ❞ She sounded amused, wandering closer to the woman. Or... Not quite a woman. ❝ What exactly are you? ❞ Jinx was aware of other species, though she didn’t think she’d ever seen what looked like a human bleed like this.

Neither had she ever seen someone survive with a gaping hole in their chest. She didn’t seem scared as she crouched down, inches away from the injured stranger. Her braids dipped into black with the movement, soaking in the strange fluid.

❝ You should be dead, ❞ she observed with a tilt of her head. ❝ How do you do that? Can you teach me to do it, too? ❞ Jinx laughed. ❝ Just kidding! People don’t come back from the dead. I should know. ❞

[bloodcrave]

halloooooo i love your oc! ;w;

thank you so much omg jaskldf;aj i'm so excited to learn, see, and interact more with yours because she looks so fabulous herself !!! but just ;__; thank you again i'm !!!!

@nosac-glave

[elysiumxii]

@nosac-glave​ liked for a starter w/ vamp vers Antonio 

“Perhaps you can help an old soul with something” the vampire croons, gently crooking a finger to guide them closer to him., charming, disarming smile only widening. 

[mxshtyx]

"Guess what I found!" The Dullahan was grinning, her hands holding something behind her back. Obviously, it wasn't a weapon, but it was something. "Ta-da!"

She brought it forth, holding out her hands. It was a light green tree frog. Apparently these little guys are friendly, as it did not mind sitting on her hand.

"I don't know how I managed to find one in this hellhole, but isn't it cute?"

A Genuine Ask ~ Always Accepting

Nea pauses, her mask on and can in hand as she hears the other. She was tagging more of the trees around hers so it wouldn't stand out so badly; it was going to be the graffiti forest. "Eh?" Her muffled reply came before she set down her can and removed her mask, giving the other her full attention.

As it was presented, Nea gasped before giggling. "Oh... my god... it's so cute... yes absolutely." She gushes, looking at the little creature a little closer before giggling.

"I wonder how it got here... there's no way Entity made this..."

[justacomedy-archived]

@nosac-glave​:  ❛ i promise i won’t hurt you… ❜

— Everyone who has come into his life had hurt him one way or another; some unintentional but most people hurt him because he was prey. Years spent considered easy picking as a man who couldn’t fight back. But he’s learned to stand up for himself. He doesn’t fight back, no, he eradicates the problem entirely, doing the entire city a favor and sparing everyone else from a vulture who would just move onto the next as soon as they were finished picking what was left of Arthur. They can’t hurt anyone if they’re dead. And he’s seen what she can do. Borna was a being so powerful. Dark. He’s afraid of her; not that he thinks that she would harm him just because she can, but of the potential that she, too will grow tired of him and harm in just as everyone in his past. And the things she can do are morbid; unfathomable things. Things that go far beyond the realm of Arthur’s own dark mind. This scares him. He doesn’t want a physically painful drawn out death; he’d want something quick. And still, he finds himself often times seeking her presence. A dance with the devil. Despite his fears, Arthur considers her as his friend; she’s the only person in this entire city who’s listened to him without passing judgement. She laughs at his jokes and she often reciprocates, offering jokes of her own to him. 

— He imagines that her promise was an assurance that when the time came, she’d keep it. His death would be painless. This is where his mind takes him, but the common sense side of him says she’s saying this as a promise because she doesn’t ever want to harm him. She has no intentions of taking his life and harvesting his broken soul. Perhaps she felt pity on him, or maybe, she considers him as a friend too. An actual friend; not just another person to be called a friend because they slap the label onto just about anyone they meet. He never understood why people did that-call people their friend without actually being their friend, but this wasn’t the time to allow his mind to wander. “You wont?” He questions. “Everyone else seems to think I deserve to be hurt.” he told her. “You say you wouldn’t hurt me, but would you ever kill me?” His question winds back to his previous thoughts and he’s curious. His mind never allowed him to dwell outside of negative thoughts for long. Killing someone didn’t necessarily have to hurt, but he wonders if she’d do him the same way as the man he witnessed her murder in the alleyway and toy with his remains?

[deliciousfear]

IT suddenly appears from thin air, doing a very exaggerated cart-wheel before jumping up onto their feet and clapping gloved hands together. Now just feet from the other, one gold eye and one blue eye flickering between them and the bloody person on the ground.

              ”May I eat them?”

@nosac-glave​ // closed.

[gorture]

"How in the fuck are you even alive?" (hi i heard you wanted threads *t-poses back* i legit have no idea how to start so i'm yeeting the dumbass embodiment of death here like hello)

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.     He  looked  askance,      more  bored  than  vexed.     𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀  wasn’t  the  right  word.      He  is  far  surpassed  from  the  mortal  hindrances  of  life.     Ruvik  .  .  .  the  singed  shadow  of  a  man  that  once  was,      now  a  𝙒𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙃  belonging  to  something  formerly  human  &  corporeal.     Although  his  madness�� had  been  birthed  in  flame  the  air  around  him  is  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐃  and  reeked  of  cold,    ominous  decay  like  the  inside  of  an  old  mausoleum.      But  he’ll  humor  her   —  he  senses  a  𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎  in  malice.

❛ I  could  ask  you  the  same  thing, ❜       alluding  to  one’s  presence  within  his  made  nightmare,    a  figment  intended  for  𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑.       ❛ Although  by  feigning  𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏  in  your  well - being  it  would  be  nothing  less  than  idle  small  talk.       If  you’re  looking  for  signs  of  life  —  You  won’t  find  it  here. ❜       His  gaze  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃  of  color  bore  through  her.       ❛ But  you’re  no  herald  of  light,    are  you? ❜      Accusatory,     as  if  he  already  knew.