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specialshinytrinkets · 5 months

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For the fucked up ship, how about from the Scream Killers AU Mr. Corneille and Joan? They're not exactly fucked up but >:333

Ouuuu, I'm not really sure what to say about them, since. Idk if they were discussed much, BUT!!!!

#spideygal <3 #ask #thanks for the ask!#ship bingo #scream killers au #they are SOOOOOOOOO. so

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spideyladman · 10 months

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My parent legit tryna make me turn into SF!Mr. Small, when really, she just gonna make me turn into Scream Killers!Mr. Small 💀

#'it's more about doing responsibilities than defending your rights. what you're doing right now is a silly no-'#how 'bout i hit you with a frying pan because you won't respect me saying i don't want my legs shaven. how 'bout that. is that a silly no.#just. 💀 this ma'am does NOT respect boundaries.#the caucasity of this bitch #supressed fun mr small #supressed fun mr small au #scream killers #scream killers au #cloud dad #spideygal #spideygal oc

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swiftmitsu · 14 days

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Killer’s after you.

watch yourself guys 🫵

EPIC VOICE BY @cj-does-va

(THANKS FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR AUDIO 💛)

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darkmuffinstudios · 5 months

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gosh do you guys like

Like when he

When he does the

Does the thingy with his smile

And he

And he melts in your hands and he smiles so happily and warmly

And and

He gives you those big ol dumb stupid goo goo eyes

Yeah I like it too haha that’s so silly ha

#darkzyx #undertale au #undertale fandom #utmv #cross sans #killer sans #sanscest #kross ship #criller #SCREAMING #BARELY CONTAINING THE AMOUNT OF MENTAL ILLNESS I HAVE

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astray-anomaly · 5 months

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✨ Fangs ✨

Shush let me be delusional

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

#sans au #sans au art #utmv #art #killer sans #killer!sans #fangs #I’m a simp leave me alone-#sans au fanart #my art #screaming #yes I gave him a tongue piercing

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elizakai · 3 months

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killer x killer but context died last reset

(The first icon is from @shittyutmv and the second is @swiftmitsu)

(also mitsu this post is for you.)

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mewobrute · 16 days

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Decided to not be dead and show a stupid Killermare shipchild i made called Wisteria.

the first and second images were concepts, the rest is the official design. (more info about her below, its alot)

Shes a child with the weird genes of her parents,

She got Killers weird soul and Nightmares Corruption.

She has a passive and corrupted 'side'.

She usually tends to turn corrupted due to strong inflicted negative emotions, and when she is corrupted her soul shakes almost violently.

What will happen is that her soul will will excrete corruption around her body, starting from her chest (which she will eventually cough up or melt out her eyesockets,). Then the corruption will spread and turn her into her corrupted form, it will stain her clothes.

Everytime she goes into this corrupted form her bone color will tint, and her bones will start to crack and get weaker, it is bad for her to be in her corrupted form for too long.

That is also what he see with her hands, it is stained with her corruption, which she is sadly insecure about.

If we see closer in the last images, the relationships she has with Nm and Killer are normal (from 1-15 yrsold), she leans onto them for support even if they cant really help well, (The Killermare in this au/timeline whatever u call it, its a rather healthy relationship with some rocky parts,)

What we can also see in the last image is her talking to Science Sans/Sci. They take her to him because they want to find a way to minimize the corruption, so it doesn't deteriorate her bones so much.

Sci eventually makes some type of medicine that has to be carefully inserted into her soul, this is when she is approximately 5, so she doesnt like it.

Her relationship with Horror and Dust are not that well formed, since she doesnt see much of them, but when they do interact, its fairly normal.

When she gets older, (16-17) thats when her depression takes a tole on her, shes been struggling with insecurities. And starts to blame them on her parents, she felt like they put the worst parts of them into her, (weird soul and corruption.) So she starts to become more distant with her parents.

Like I said, her bones get weaker with every corruption, so she forces herself to bottle her negative emotions, and constantly tries to be happy. (this started when she was around 12.)

She is scared of getting into her corrupted form, scared that her bones will break from the corruption.

In her teens she can act a bit passive aggressive.

But as a child she is nicer and innocent, unaware of the state shes in.

LoL thats it.

#shipkid #nightmare sans x killer sans #Wisteria shipkid #sans aus (mentioned)#Killer sans (mentioned)#Nightmare sans (Mentioned)#bro i talk alot #SCREAMS #utmv

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drabsyo · 2 months

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Are you ever going to draw more for your Heather's Murder Mystery AU? I would love to see more art of it! If not, that's okay

something something obligatory "Veronica and Heather are all alone in the hospital after Heather is trying to recover from her stab wounds and the killer is one of their friends (?)" scene, and oh they've just confessed their feelings for each other earlier because seeing the other one get hurt made them realize how badly they want each other in their lives

welcome to Act Three

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meimeikyu · 3 months

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WOAG LOOK!!! THE SILLIE THE GUY!!!!!! I. may have gotten carried away with this but i needed a new pfp n wanted to draw my killer :333

{click to make it actually look good lol}

#boiling art #killer sans #human killer sans #utmv #festivalverse #festival killer #MY GUY!!!!#me when my own au (screams)

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underrrtaleee-freakk · 2 months

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“Killer no what are you doing stop!”

“Dust no why are you joining in!? Horror no!!”

“Error!? Nightmare!?! Wait Ink!?!?”

“And Cross!? And my boy Epic!? Why!!?”

“Guys guys stop!! Guys!! Your killing the wrong Caesar!!”

“Hes over there!!”

Epic Gaster says as he points over to Xgaster who’s dressed as Julius Caesar oblivious to whats about to happen to him.

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moosereblogsfics · 1 year

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No Motive

pairing: serial killer! steve x serial killer!bucky x reader

warnings: DUBCON, kind of non con, serial killer au, horror, slight dacryphilia, violence, smut, p in v, manipulation/coercion, facial, creampie, mentions of virginity loss, masturbation, MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat. read at your own risk

summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”

a/n: this is a Scream / Grease inspired entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday The 13th challenge for Serial Killer! this is my first time writing anything dark but I had a lot of fun (i love horror/horror movies so this was a fun exercise). thank you so much bones for hosting this super fun challenge and i hope everyone had an absolutely spooktacular Friday the 13th!

word count: 1287 (cutting it close whew)

“Doors locked. Windows and blinds shut. No trips to anywhere but the grocery store or work, during daylight hours. No one is permitted to be outside of their homes after dark.”

That was what the police said. So why the hell were you outside right now? You snuck a quick glance at your boyfriend, who was driving carefree with the windows down.

“You cold, babe?” He shouted over the wind, looking over at you to flash you a cocky smirk. He looked beautiful, and that’s why you were here.

“No,” you mustered, but it was a lie. The anxiety caused by your forbidden outing induced a tremor in your hands as you pressed down your skirt. Steve would be so disappointed if he knew how you were feeling. Wasn’t this romantic? In the very least, it was what all the other couples did at school.

It was what Steve’s ex-girlfriends did with him.

You fought the urge to flip down the little vanity mirror and check your lipstick, make sure you looked pretty enough for him. Instead, you looked over at him with a smile and reached over to squeeze his thigh suggestively. That’s how you were supposed to do it, right?

The crunching of gravel under Steve’s tires drew your attention to the little road that you’ve pulled off onto. You’ve never been here, but you recognized it from its infamy— Lover’s Lake, where all the couples used to come to get a little… privacy. Nobody came here anymore, though.

Not since the killings started.

Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips nervously, and you felt your heart pounding in fear.

“Steve, is this a good idea?” you eked out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling at the flesh nervously. Without even looking at you, Steve grasped your chin in his forefinger and eased your lip out from your teeth before running over it with his thumb.

He’s so good to you. He knew you so well. So why didn’t you feel safe right now?

But your stomach roiled when he sighed, clearly disappointed in you as he spared an irritated look before pulling the car to stop facing the lake. “Babe, I told you this already, remember? We can’t let the killer win. When we let them control us, let them make us afraid, they win.”

“But Steve, what if the killer shows up?”

“Hey,” he said, placing a warm hand on the back of your neck and letting his fingers press on your spine. “I’m here, baby. Now go get your cute ass in the backseat.” Steve laughed when you squeaked at the pat on your butt as you made your way to the backseat.

As you sat down, you couldn’t get over how… wrong it felt. Like the ghosts of the three girls that died here were watching you, telling you to get out of here. It was disrespectful at best, dangerous for a fact. But you didn’t have it in you to say no to Steve.

He settled next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as the two of you looked out to the lake. Your heart beat faster when his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress and bra, before he inched them off your shoulder.

“Oops,” he laughed. It sounded harsher than you were used to, and you couldn’t hold back your discomfort anymore. You turned to him, ready to voice your objections when he captured your lips with his own.

“Steve-”

“Shh, baby,” he interrupted you, pulling down your top entirely to expose your tits to him. He kneaded the flesh between his palms, groaning and watching your nipples peak in response to his ministrations. “God, you’re so pretty. So innocent. Knew you’d be the best girlfriend a fella could ever have.” The pride that swelled within you at his words squashed the discomfort within you, and you leaned in to kiss him with a smile.

You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in his kisses as his hands wandered up and down your body. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress and bra off, pulled your panties off and laid you down on the leather seats of his car.

“You see how hard I am for you, baby?” Steve groans, grabbing your hand and putting it on his bulge as he rocked his clothed thigh against your bare core. Steve Rogers, the one guy that everyone wanted, the captain of the football team, the all-American golden boy wanted you.

Steve slid his jeans off, sitting in one of the seats as he pumped his shaft twice and pulled your hips between his legs, aligning your slick cunt with his tip and driving his hips up to inch into you. You stifled your discomfort, trying to hide your winces and the tears that sprung in your eyes as he eased into your tight hole. You couldn’t let him know that you were a virgin, what would he think?

But you knew when you met Steve’s wolfish gaze, it wasn’t something you could hide from him.

“Are you a virgin, baby?” He cooed at you, condescension lacing his tone. You nodded and shut your eyes, when the sound of the door opening forced your eyes open.

Bucky, Steve’s best friend, slid into the seat next to yours. “Getting started without me, huh, pal?” Steve laughed harshly at that, exposing your body for Bucky to see. Mortification sent blood rushing through your body but Steve didn’t seem to care as he squeezed and flicked your tits, continuing to fuck into you. “You gonna let me join in, Stevie?”

“Not this time,” Steve grunted, turning to Bucky as he used your body. “This one’s a virgin.”

“Lucky,” Bucky asserted, unbuckling and sliding his already-hard cock out from his jeans. “Spit,” he instructed you, putting his hand in front of your mouth then using it as lubrication to stroke himself as he watched Steve fuck you. “You wanna cry, baby?” he asked you as he watched you, noting the stiffness of your body. “Yeah, I bet it hurts. C’mon, then, cry.”

You let the tears flow freely from you as Steve picked up the pace, uncaring about your pain as he drove further into you. But it didn’t take long for the pain to shift to pleasure, the fullness from Steve making your head loll against his shoulder.

Bucky pulled you down to face his cock, surprising you as he sprayed his release on your face, almost making you cry again as his cum mixed with your lipstick. Inexplicably, though, it triggered that blissful feeling that you’ve only felt on your own, clenching tighter on Steve’s cock as your vision whited out.

“Shit, you like that?” Steve snickered, cumming into you as your body slacked. He pulled you off unceremoniously, swinging you into his arms only to dump your nude body in the passenger seat. “I gotta go piss,” he called out, slamming the door as Bucky trailed behind him.

Bored, you opened the glovebox in search of napkins to clean your face, but when your fingers brushed against dainty metal, your heart stuttered.

Inside Steve’s glovebox lay three bloodstained necklaces, ones that you knew belonged to the dead girls because you recognized each little pendant— Darla’s pink rhinestone, Charlotte’s teddy bear, Jeanie’s heart locket.

“You weren’t supposed to see that, sweetheart,” Steve said from behind you. You saw the blood from your neck spray onto the windshield before you got the chance to scream.

“That’s gonna be a pain to get out,” Bucky commented, before the darkness swallowed you whole.

#dark fic #dark!steve #dark!bucky #serial killer!steve #serial killer!bucky #scream inspired dark fic #boxofbonesfic friday the 13th challenge #horror au #moosereblogsfics' writings #dead dove do not eat #dark!stucky x reader

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creepo8 · 2 months

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Ghostface Jeff Mason !!

*edit* I just realized I misspelled “Surprise” …

I actually have an au for this, which i’ll post tomorrow because i’m tired and need to sleep.

side note// I feel like Jeff would be a solo ghostface also, I can’t see him partnering up with anyone else.

Jane is the final girl ???!!!!!

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #the morgue files #fanart #david near #ghostface #scream #au #jeff mason

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fruitbythefoot7 · 7 months

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bylerween day 2: slashers, gore & body horror

hehe scream (1996) byler au >:D i took some Very Awkward reference pictures for this, but i think the posing turned out pretty good! they really went crazy together <3

@bylerween2023

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zappedbyzabka · 5 months

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Scream AU

#He’s the final girl in a 1980’s Scream #Lawrusso scream au with Daniel as Ghostface.#He was trying to run before the killer got to him but oh he’s in the backseat and grabbing him and oh that kinda feels good–#Hold onn #Like imagine the Cobras are all ghostface amd trick him. One of them staying with him as themselves at a party while another taunts him #throughout the night by showing up in that mask where only he can see. then disappearing #And it’s so confusing because one of the Cobras is right with him and they should be seeing what he is. but they just throw an arm around #him and teasingly ask if he wants them to protect him #Eventually he gets spooked enough to run out but OPE yeah the Ghost you saw never followed you but there’s another in your car and also #Kevin and Becky are dead!#Easy excuse for Johnny to get destroyed in the backseat of his car by masked men until he squeals

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 8 months

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Do the boys listen to music, or sing while torturing people? If so, what songs?

The music they prefer is the agonizing screams of their helpless victims~

i'm serious

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #sk boys #serial killer sun #serial killer moon #music #rulebreakers #the screaming is literal music to their audio receptors

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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Could you write something where Tara is nervous and/ or irritable when Sam starts hanging out with some new girl. Just some good old fashioned codependency and possessiveness

“Joyous”

i’ll do you one better.

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Tara wasn’t one to complain. She wasn't. When life threw the whole kitchen sink at her, she didn’t even make a peep. Nothing got under her skin because she wasn’t afforded the luxury to dwell on it all. She had to be on her toes, ready for the next attack; the next time, she would have to protect Sam.

But lately, Tara’s biggest problem was Sam’s new coworker. Haley. A tall, blond-haired girl with radiant eyes and an infectious smile. The girl stayed over one drunken night and just never left. It was like she was a permanent fixture in the sisters’ lives or at the very least, Sam’s.

She tried; she really did. But the final straw was finding the pair curled up in their bed together, sleeping soundly. Tara remembers taking the whole image in, her hands balled up and her eyes blurry with rage.

On the bedside table, there used to be a picture of the sisters’ smiling in front of the Blackmore University sign. It was replaced with a picture of Sam and Haley smiling together in their work clothes.

Every fucking picture, video, hell, even selfie together, the pair looked fucking joyous. As if Haley made the sunrise and the planet turn on its axis. As if Haley knew which smiles Sam was faking and how she preferred to be loved.

It fucking infuriated Tara.

This sixty-forty time split was too little for Tara. She needed one hundred percent of Sam’s time. She earned that time through years of fights, bloodshed, and mutually bonded trauma.

Haley wasn’t there for the last Woodsboro bloodbath, and she was nowhere near New York. She didn’t understand what it was like to be a Carpenter. And she wasn’t going to understand. Tara wasn’t going to give her a chance.

She needed to get Haley out of the picture. Tara wasn’t stupid. She knew her big sister was the sturdy frame, holding everyone around her up, and Haley was the temporary Polaroid picture that just wouldn’t get torn up.

Again, Tara tried. She really did. She tried to hang out with the girl and listen to her boring stories about being a financial advisor and how hard it was to commute from Princeton to Columbia. She had tried several dinners, shopping trips, and movie nights. None of it worked. The girl was still a parasite stuck to Sam’s back, draining her of the ability to love Tara.

And she was fucking tired of competing for Sam’s attention. Tara didn’t deserve this half-assed treatment. Sam chose her first and decided to love her first as well.

Sam was hers first. Not Haley’s. And she would never be Haley’s.

Tara figured that if there were no picture, there would be no frame. She needed to get rid of Haley quickly and quietly.

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Stumbling back inside her apartment, she tried to breathe in and steady her breath. She couldn’t remember the last time she had run six entire city blocks, as she wasn’t in shape for it.

Leaning against the door, she tilted her head back, eyes closed in concentration. Her blood ached with exhilaration, her chest fluttering with joy. She didn’t realize how cathartic it was to release her emotions like that.

But Tara forgot to check if Sam was home, so when the kitchen light flickers on, she knows she’s caught.

Opening her eyes, she made eye contact with her sister, who leaned against the kitchen door frame, her arms crossed, face stoic. Gritting her teeth, her face glistened with sweat, her eyes still wild with euphoria.

She was caught. But she wasn’t sorry.

Sam walked up to her, eyes raking over the disheveled image that was her baby sister. Braided hair was frizzy and tangled as if someone had yanked at them in distress. Blood smeared across one cheek, splatters flecked on blue jeans. Coupled with the torn t-shirt and blossoming bruises under the left eye, Tara had looked better.

Tara wasn’t going to apologize. She did what she had to do. She didn’t start the fight, but she damn well would finish it. Sam taught her that much.

Shoot them in the head, don’t stop until they aren’t moving. Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer. Or the sister of one.

She pushed off the door, getting in Sam’s face, daring her to tell her that what she did was wrong. Begging Sam to make a move, force Tara to feel sorry for taking out the girl that took her spot in the bed they shared.

Instead, Sam did neither of those things. She clicked her tongue in disapproval, reaching over and rubbing the blood stain off Tara’s cheek. Tara leaned into the touch, still watching Sam’s eyes. Her face was stony, but her eyes sparkled with love and approval.

Tara grinned wide, knowing she had Sam wrapped around her finger. She smugly crossed her arms over her chest, letting Sam wipe the blood off her face.

Breaking the silence, Sam spoke one sentence.

“Did you make a scene?”

Tara shook her head, the grin making her face ache in glee.

“No. You taught me not to. I did what you showed me. And I did it so well,” she purred, enjoying the way Sam’s breath caught in her throat.

Her sister then smiled back, a real Cheshire cat grin. She pulled Tara in for a hug, the two melding into one another. Tara breathed a sigh of relief into her sister’s chest, her heart bursting with love at how gently Sam touched her.

“Took you long enough, honey. I wasn’t going to wait any longer for you to end it,” Sam hummed, kissing her head.

Tara rolled her eyes but still clung to her sister, her smile a permanent fixture for the rest of the night.

She was the original photo. Nobody fucks with the original.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #codependency #CODEPENDENCY!!!!!!#ghostface killers #AU: sam’s heart

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