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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Slashers with a Vampire S/O:

[PART II]

CW: Biting, marking, breaking of skin, blood, slightly dom, immortal, GN! reader, blood kink and drinking blood

LITTLE NOTE I: Im in a slightly good mood and i wanted to write another character even though they aren't a slasher, but as a bonus!

LITTLE NOTE II: I've been up since 3AM working on this and then other things. Its currently 9AM and im having crucial back pain

BONUS: extra character

EXTRA CHARACTER: Violet Harmon

MAIN CHARACTERS: Stu Macher + Billy Loomis, Carrie White, Freddy Kruger, Tate Langdon, Bubba sawyer, GENRE: Headcanons

Fandom: Horror

STU MACHER + BILLY LOOMIS

Stu wouldn't believe you at first.

Billy tends to stalk you from time to time, so i think he would know

You also know that your loving, killer boyfriend stalks you

So you also know that he knew.

"Uh, Sweetie, you do realize its not Halloween yet, right?"

You scoffed and flashed your fangs at Stu and Billy

"Might be fake-"

"Bitch, please!"

Stu playfully rolled his eyes and smiled

Suddenly, you ran past him

But way too quickly

"Wait-- What the fuck?--"

Billy just snickered at him

"What are you laughing about?"

Stu narrowed his eyes

"Ive been knowing, you fuck-rag."

Stu did in fact realize you were not lying.

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"They just did,"

"You--"

"Enough."

Stu kept whining the whole week after that

He would ask stupid questions

Like Tif, he would watch Vamp movies with you

He will let you bite him just to feel how it feels

Sometimes it'll go well with Stu, sometimes it wont...

He needs like 20 years to recover from that bite

And other times, he feels like hes floating

"I feel high! Is this what you felt when they bit you, Bil?"

"No, i felt horny."

...

"Wait, wha--"

Now, with Billy

He loved it when you bit him

He has a major blood kink

You marking him, blood seeping down his neck as you drink from him.

He also loves looking into your crimson eyes

He thinks your eyes are really pretty, but he wont admit that

Maybe if you manage to bribe him

He does know that he can actually die if he lets you drink as much blood, so it only happens once awhile

He will bring you back some victims as ghostface though!

Be prepared for loving phone calls from your loving boyfriends telling you how much people they've killed

CARRIE WHITE

She did believe you, but it took her some time to process stuff

I mean, she's got powers. Why wouldn't she believe you?

She sometimes thinks about how her mom would react

Her mom would be absolutely pissed

But she doesn't care

she's not letting you go anytime soon

And she doesn't plan too

You don't drink from her because her body is already fragile enough

She never brought up that idea either

I mean, she has thought about it, but she knows that you would refuse instantly due to both her physical and mental health

She would let you drink from her, if it meant saving you in some kind of way

She doesn't ask too many questions about it and treats you like any normal person, but with extra and special attention since you're her S/O!

When shes upset, her powers get out of control and she has flung knives at you...maybe more than one.

But she really didn't mean to!

She can't control it!

She freaks out when one of the knives at you, dropping her upset mood

Then you have to reassure her that you're immortal, so it wont affect you as much

"Carrie, sweetie, im okay--"

"I-it wa-was in your th-throat!"

"Again, not like im dying--"

She was so upset the first time it happened

She tried running away and locking herself inside her room, but you were much stronger than her, so you held her close until she was calm

"Shh...its okay, its okay."

"i--im-im sorry, im sorry..."

Poor baby :(

But you will pamper her after shes calm down

FREDDY KRUGER

Hes gonna believe you, since you know, hes a dead, burned, sleep demon--

But he wants proof

Crimson eyes or bright changing eye colors? check.

Sharp fangs that can hide themselves? Check.

Blood lust?

You tried biting him the first time you guys met and he caught you eating more than one person in your dreams.

So yea, Check.

He makes dirty jokes about your powers

Speed?

He'll say something along the lines of..."Well, lets see your pace in the bedroom--"

You start fist fighting him every time he does say something like that

But sometimes you'll play along with his little flirting game

And the second you do, theres a thick lump in those worn out pants of his

The next thing you know, you wake up naked

Oh, and because of that supernatural crazy stuff,

You find a way to see the demon through the day instead of night now!

Through spells though

But as long as you're seeing him!

TATE LANGDON

Hes known way before you've met him, and thats because hes known you longer than you've known he existed

When he did reveal himself, like his true self, which is being dead, you realized about him knowing about your little secret

And the other ghost in the house

yay.

I mean, you were planning to tell your boyfriend Tate that you were a Vamp, but he knew

So that spares you the explanation and proving

You were just glad he knew

Tate, i feel like when he tells you that he knows, he'll compliment you.

How he loved the way your eyes would change color

How he loved your powers

And how he loved you, most of all, all of you.

All the confessing would definitely lead to a passion make out, and maybe even further

And dont tell me 'no'. This shit would be like a telenovela, but it got to the part that they are confessing

And im listening to 'or nah' by The Weeknd right now, it's a sign.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He would treat you like his normal S/O, not caring about the fact you are a human-blood-drinking creature.

He would suggest you be a vampire for Halloween, since you know, you're already one...

"Haha, so funny. I'm not gonna wear those weird human versions of vampire cloaks!"

"C'mon, it'll be funny!"

"Okay, how about this; You wear those ghost costumes, the ones where theres just holes where the eyes are and ill dress in one of those weird vampire cloaks."

"No, not in a million years!"

"It's either we wait a million years then, or you wont ever get to see me in that vampire cloak~"

"Okay, you win!"

"So, deal then?"

"Deal."

Whenever you have your blood lust, he'll offer up his cold flesh for you to bite through and let his bitter sweet blood soak out

But in the end, you can't.

Dead blood in fact makes Vampires very ill

And though it saddens him that he cant help you, he'll understand.

He wont let you drink his blood.

No matter how much pain you're in.

He can't risk putting you in even more pain

So he mostly goes invisible when you have your blood lust

And he waits in the corner of your room for you to come back from hunting your meal

Calm cuddles after your blood lust while listening to Nirvana

He absolutely loves that you are immortal

You can stay with him, forever.

Forever and ever. With him, and only him.

VIOLET HARMON -- THE BONUS

Violet has also known, like Tate because she has been watching you.

You also knew she was a ghost in the house from the day she came up to you

How? When words about the infamous 'murder house' were being spread, so did the word Violet

And you might of seen a picture or two of her when people would talk about the murder house

She kinda has no choice either

She also was really interested in you when you moved into the house

She was obviously shocked when she found out you were a vampire

She did not expect that at all

I mean, she grew up knowing that vampires didn't exist

And yet, here you are

before you guys started dating she was the classic-

sorta stare and not talk

Only because you're a vampire and she doesn't wanna trigger anything--

Okay...shes was nervous.

She has a literal crush on a hot vampire who is living in the house she died in!

okay, the 'died in' part is uh, just not needed

And she did really want to talk to you, she just needed a push

Tate.

"Okay, Vi, you got this..."

She took a deep breath

"shit, never mind. i don't got this--"

"You do."

She yelped when the familiar voice had appeared from behind her.

"Tate...?"

"yea, sorry. I just wanted to say that, uh, you should go for it. Its now or never. They might be a inmortal , but they wont stay here for long without, um, value? So, uh, go for it."

He flashes Violet a small smile before walking way

"Thanks..." She mumbled and continued to stare at your figure

fuck it.

"Uh, h-hi,"

Her heart felt like it was about to pop tf out her chest

Wait, it dont beat no more.

But still felt like it

You felt like you were trippin'

Are you actually talking to a cute, dead girl right now?

Yes. Yes you were.

"Hi, Violet."

She froze up.

How the hell.

Did one of the ghosts tell you?

What.

"How did you--"

"Oh, it was easy. A lot of people talk about this house, and you."

oh, right.

Well, shit.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Yes.

"N--no, im fine--"

You just chuckled at her

Why in the hell were you so calm???

"Do you wanna talk a little? im sure you didn't call me just to call me."

"Yes! i mean--sure!"

You guys hung out the rest of the night and it was amazing.

She found out things about you

You found out things about her

A win-win!

She'd hate when you have your blood lust

Because 1. You're scary as hell

2. She hates seeing you in pain

3. There's no blood available for you in the house because its all dead blood, we dont want you to be sick

4. She hates waiting long for you to come home

Long naps with you after you got back from hunting

BUBBA SAWYER

You told Bubba from the start of the relationship!

I mean, why not tell your cannibal boyfriend that you, are in fact, a blood thirsty vampire

At first, he was confused

A vampire in texas...?

A real, REAL vampire.

Complusion to make him less confused

Oh, now he gets it!

Wonder why...

He'll still love you

Vampire or not

constant babbling about how he loves your crimson eyes

HATES it when you have your blood lust

He hates seeing you in pain

Tries feeding you his victims

Gets even more upset when you tell him you can't have dead blood

Hes on his way to find some more victims

You can count on him!

He'll come back with 2-5 victims

Maybe even more if there was some event going on nearby

He'll sit you on his lap and cuddle with you till' you feel better

He coos at you but you have absolutely no idea on what he's saying!

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gredandforgeweatherby · 11 months

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Home Invaded

Violet Harmon x GN!reader

WC: 696

Warnings: Swearing, talks of murder, based on 1x02 "Home Invasion", so slight talks of what happens in that episode, rushed writing (I know), not proofread (I know). Probably ooc Violet because no matter how many times I've watched a show I can never get them right in writing.

A/N: This was requested, so I just want to put out a reminder that my requests are open! Also, IMAGE IS NOT MINE!!

You were just on the cusp of falling asleep when your phone woke you up.

The first few vibrations were not felt in your almost-REM-sleep-state, but as you came to you realized someone was calling you. Your groggy mind had taken too long to process this, seeing as the call had timed out, but by the time you grabbed it, it began ringing again.This time you could see that it was your girlfriend Violet.

“Violet?” you questioned groggily, “What’s up, why are you calling me?”

“Y/n.” She cried through the phone.

Her cry made you sit up in bed, all tiredness suddenly gone at the sound of your distressed girlfriend.

“Violet, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” You fired off questions, maybe a bit too fast for the crying girl to keep up with. It took her a second to answer, swallowing down a sob as she did.

“My mom and I- we–there were some fucking freaks–they tied us up, talking about some stupid fucking nurses, I–” Violet had once again began crying as she tried to explain what was going on. You tried to cut in and calm her down before asking her anything else.

“Violet, hey calm down. Deep breaths in and out. Just, focus on your breathing and calm yourself down before talking again okay?”

The line was silent, minus the sound of Violet’s breaths and dying cries. After a deep and shuddering breath, you thought it was okay to question the girl again.

“Okay, Violet. Are you and your mom okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah we’re fine, they’re gone.”

“Okay.” You paused. “Vi, what do you need?”

VIolet released a deep breath before answering you, her voice quiet and stuffy from her crying.

“I don’t know, I-I just–would you come over? My parents are together and I don’t want to be by myself right now.”

You nodded, even though you knew she couldn’t see, while answering her.

“Yeah, Vi, of course. I’ll be over soon, I’ll text you when I’m there okay?”

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You and Violet laid back in her bed, slouched between your legs with her back to your chest, your arms around her shoulders.. She had calmed down some by the time you had gotten to her house, and calmed down even more while you had been there.

“They were trying to recreate these murders that happened here in the 60s or something. A guy came in and killed two nurses–stabbed one, drowned the other. I guess they worshipped the freak who did them them. Fucking weirdos.”

You had a fond smile on your face as you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend. Even though this experience thoroughly shook her up and traumatized her, she still somehow found a way to talk about it in her typical Violet fashion.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough of those weirdos for one night. How about we stop talking about them and try to get some sleep?” You suggested, looking down at her.

Violet nodded her head in agreement before getting off the bed and moving to her dresser. She pulled off her clothes and dropped them on the floor before putting her pajamas on. You had gotten off her bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor, going to her closet and dropping them in the hampe before turning back to face her. She stood at her dresser, using the small mirror on top of it while she brushed her hair. You smiled, admiring her for a second before walking over to her. She put her brush down just as you made it to her. She looked up at you for a second before wrapping her arms around your middle, you putting yours on her shoulders and resting your chin on her head. After staying like that for a couple of seconds, you pulled apart. Grabbing her face, you give her a quick peck on the lips, leading her to her bed afterwards. The two of you settled into Violet’s bed, her once again settling into your arms, this time as the little spoon. She reached out and turned off the light on her nightstand before further snuggling into your arms.

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violetscardigan · 11 months

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[ - Violet harmon in 2023 - ]

• would absolutely HATE preppies and lululemon.

• would hate gym class and just school in general

• would hate all of the girls and boys her age because of how they act and how they dress

• would not have tik tok or snapchat but would have tumblr and pinterest though

• would only go to target for the book and music section

• would not be a big candy person

• loves fall and halloween

• hates vapes

• would eventually get a cat

• would start playing the piano again

• wouldn’t be a swiftie, but would occasionally listen to the red album and speak now album

• would think people who skateboard are cool but would never try it herself

• would only use her phone for music // tumblr // and pinterest

• would stand up for rights and other peoples rights

• would be in detention all the time for small things like chewing gum or getting caught smoking in the bathroom but never anything to big

i dont know if this makes sense or not, let me know if you agree or not!

#ahs murder house #american horror story #violet harmon #murder house

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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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Dating different AHS girl headcannons

Hey loves! I thought I would do something different, so here this is! Let me know if you have any requests for any characters and I will try to write them (if I know them lol)

Violet Harmon:

Pre-death:

walking home from school together and sharing ear pods

coming over to help her with chores, homework, ghost problems, or simply because she wanted to see you

your wardrobe = her wardrobe, and vice versa

she would totally have a tumblr blog and would blog about your relationship

reading together

smoking together at the beach late at night

sneaking out and fucking around

Tate hates you lmao

he despises everything about you

jealous ass hoe

After death:

Violet defending you against Tate and other ghosts- she’d rather have them hate her forever than them ever say a negative word to you

she is polite, so she would knock on your door before entering- though after a while she’d just come in

your room and belongings = her room and belongings

protecting each other against Tate

she’d wait for you after school to help you with homework, cuddle with you after a long day, or just parallel play in each others company

reading separate books together, with your head resting on her chest

you two spend time out of the house on halloween

Lana Winters:

you read everything she writes

every little thing

you’re her number one fan, and she is yours

helping her through trauma and nightmares from the asylum

getting up early with her, and drinking coffee while reading the latest newspaper article she wrote

because of homophobia and the time, you two often spend time together in private places, but sometimes you go out to dinner, claiming you two were “just friends”

just friends my ass

she would switch between the big spoon or little spoon

Zoey Benson:

you two started off being best friends

you showed her around the academy and didn’t judge her for being new

you understand each other

you two started growing feelings about a month into knowing each other

you were listening to music at 3 am (due to not being able to sleep). candles were lit and you two were chatting away and learning more about each other. for some unknown reason, you both felt that night changed your relationship in the best way possible

reading together constantly

you two have like your own little book club almost

you’ll lay on her while she reads in bed, while you listen to her heart beat. Or are on your phone

Maddison Montgomery:

she is your number one supporter

she hypes you up constantly

“don’t he self conscious, you look better than anyone else in this room” of course she means other than herself

she loves you as much as she loves herself

taking pictures of you constantly

takes you on surprise dates, or tells you to wear your nicest outfit

she would totally go into your room at 3 am when you’re trying to sleep just to cuddle with you

she will ignore your protests and situate herself beside you and underneath your blankets

her telling you all of the gossip going around town

she’s your best friend, and you hers

Cordelia Goode:

she is so protective over you

a tad bit overprotective

teaches you magic and how to control your powers

you live with her in the academy

all the girls love you

except Misty

Misty doesn’t really like you

Cordelia working in bed with you beside her reading a book

you two are the covens mothers

“Maddison don’t touch Zoe”

“Queenie stop stabbing Maddison”

them going to you for advice

Cordelia leaning on you and you being the only person she’s able to be herself and talk to

Winter Anderson:

today is the day guys

I’m finally writing for winter

she tries to keep you out of the cult

you two have matching jewelry such as rings and necklaces

you also borrow each others jewelry and clothes all the time

she’s so clingy to you- it’s adorable

watching tv together and making fun of people

people watching and making up back stories for them

watching murder documentaries together under fluffy blankets and drinking hot chocolate

Taissa Farmiga:

you’re her number one fan

she mentions in interviews and will go on and on about you

everyone thinks you are adorable and makes ship edits of you two

whenever you get bored you read fanfiction about her and laugh

you made a fan page for her

she finds out it’s you and laughs so loudly and scrolls on it for hours on end

but you don’t know this of course

she wants to see how long you’re going to keep doing the fan page for

her posting pictures of you two on her social media

going on hikes together

Sarah Paulson:

you randomly screaming her lines from her roles to her, scaring the shit out of her

you constantly scaring her and her playfully getting angry at you

there is quite an age difference between the two of you

everyone simps of you and her together

you’re the otp

everyone loves you two

you two are the couple of Hollywood

you coming onto talk shows with her

Billie Lourd:

her bringing you flowers

sharing clothing

going shopping together and hyping each other up

you have multiple shirts with her face on it

you binge watching American horror story together and you memorizing her lines

you also beg her to say her lines as she’s saying them on screen

she loves how cute you are

you’re so supportive of her, whenever she’s doing something like on the red carpet or comic con, you’re the loudest one cheering

she’s also supportive of you and won’t miss anything that you go to, whether it be like games or acting gigs, she’s always there

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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Till Death Do Us Part - Feysand Halloween

A oneshot based on this silly text post I made about Grim Reaper Rhys coming to claim Feyre's soul. Happy Halloween Eve!

Word Count: 2.3k

Read on AO3

“Feyre! What… deal… make…?”

Feyre’s brows pressed together. “What?”

She pressed the phone closer to her ear, straining to decipher Mor’s voice over the blaring of traffic to her right. She huffed, pressing a finger to her free ear as she dodged through the crowd of people headed the opposite direction.

Remind me not to walk through central London at lunch hour again, she thought, especially not on a Sunday. She shouldered herself past the tourists crowding to see St. Paul’s Cathedral just before it struck the hour.

Bong. Bong. Bong.

She let her stride match their ringing, one foot for every strike.

“I said, ‘what deal did you make with the devil?’”

Bong. Bong. Bong.

Feyre laughed. “I promised to clean his car on the weekends.”

Bong. Bong. Bong.

“No, seriously, Fey. Did you have a lawyer look at the contract? I could have mine—”

Whatever Mor was about to say was cut off by the ear-splitting shriek of the ambulance blending with the final three strikes of St. Paul’s; Bong. Bong. Bong.

The ambulance hurled around the corner, and Feyre breathed a sigh of relief that now she should be able to carry on the conversation without so much noise in the background.

“What did you—”

Bong.

She paused, turning her head toward the dome of the cathedral.

“...Feyre?”

“Sorry, I’m still here.” She glanced around the crowd, reading the expressions to see if anyone else had noticed. “That’s so weird,” she said to Mor. “What time is it?”

“Noon?” There was an edge of frustration to Mor’s voice, and Feyre sensed she was losing patience with such a disorientated phone call. Still…

“They just struck the cathedral bell thirteen times,” Feyre said, shaking her head. “I was counting.”

“Well,” Mor said, and Feyre could imagine the shrug that accompanied it, “maybe you counted wrong.”

“Could be.” Most likely. There were twelve people in that cathedral whose singular job was to ensure the time was struck accurately. But Feyre could have sworn…

“Fey,” Mor snapped, so sharply that Feyre stopped in her tracks from where she’d been about to cross the road. “Are you going to tell me about your new job or not?”

She’d missed the green pedestrian light, but it had only just changed as the roads looked empty.

“Well, they offered me—”

Another blistering horn cut through the air, and Feyre might have rolled her eyes that the city was so insistent on interrupting their conversation, but her body slammed into something hard before she could.

Feyre heard shouting, and Mor’s garbled voice on the other end of the phone. Then it all turned to static until even that lessened to a single, harmonic buzz. Like someone had struck a tuning fork.

“Are you alright, darling?”

That voice was smooth and rich and lingering, like a shot of honeyed whiskey.

Feyre groaned, peeling her eyes open to see someone hovering over her, his figure illuminated so intensely by the sun overhead that she couldn’t see his face.

“No,” she said, reaching up to rub her forehead. “You hit me with your car.”

“I didn’t hit you with anything.” He reached out his hand, and Feyre reluctantly accepted. His hands were warm—surprising, since the autumn air had been notably crisp this afternoon. And when he pulled her up, the shadows lifted from his features.

She couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her. She had seen attractive men, but none that looked like him. Raven black hair, golden brown skin, and bright, vivid blue eyes that were so deep they looked violet under the London smog. The color was beautiful, but it wasn’t what made her feel breathless.

Feyre had never seen eyes that expressive before. Dancing with so much humor and mischief—maybe even a little bit of sadness. His lips were curled into a smile that wouldn’t make her think it, but… if she looked up, she could see it. That little waver in his eyes as they stared at each other, the smallest crack in the armor that made her think he wasn’t nearly as amused as he pretended to be.

The urge to paint it—to try and capture that subtle vulnerability—struck her much harder than his car evidently had. And all she really wanted was to be on her way so she could try to capture the image while it lasted in her mind.

“I think I’m fine,” she said to the man. “So, uh, I think I’ll just be on my way now. I hope your car is okay.”

He opened his mouth and she turned away before he could insist she stay—only to immediately walk into the scene of a horrific car accident. She couldn’t hear the sirens, but she could see them flashing as she watched the paramedics lift a woman onto a stretcher. A woman who looked an awful lot like…

“That’s… me,” she said, dumbstruck.

“That’s you,” the man agreed, moving to her side as they both examined the wreckage.

“Am I…” she looked down at her hands, realizing for the first time that they were translucent, shimmering as though she weren’t even there. With a frown, she stumbled further into the scene of the accident, watching as the paramedics’ lips moved but no sound came.

Feyre reached down, trying to pick up her phone, but her hand only slipped through.

“Am I dead?”

The man had followed, and was staring down at her though long lashes framed with pity. “Yes.”

“I could touch you,” she reasoned. “Are you dead?”

A soft laugh wafted through this space outside time. He shook his head. “Not quite.”

“Are you… God?”

He smirked, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Wouldn’t it be fun if I were in control of this whole universe? Oh, the things I would change.”

Objectively, Feyre knew there was no heart beat in her chest, but she could still feel it speed up. “Are you…” she lowered her voice. “The devil?”

Another laugh. “Why, because I’m so handsome?”

Temper getting the better of her, she snapped, “Well, you certainly are a prick.”

“Ding, ding, ding.” He angled his head, blue-black hair shifting with the movement, hands still in those stupid pockets. “Or is that insensitive of me? Given your bell has been tolled, and all.”

Feyre crossed her arms over her chest, hoping it read as standoffish and not… scared, which she was trying very hard not to be. “Do you show up at every death to be this cruel?”

“Cruel?” He sighed, looking up towards the gray sky. “I’m not trying to be cruel, Feyre. I’m trying to distract you from your pain.”

“I don’t have any pain,” she said, watching numbly as the ambulance doors shut. The woman they were carrying off had been covered in blood, but… if getting hit by that car hurt, then she certainly hadn’t noticed.

“Not that kind of pain, Feyre.”

His voice… She turned, meeting a face twisted with anguish as the man pressed a hand to his chest. “In here. I can feel it. When I come to collect humans, I can see their lives. Feel the same things they do.” He sighed. “You were so young.”

“So you’re… what, like a grim reaper?”

Just as quickly as it had come, all that emotion melted back into irreverence, like he was merely changing clothes. He bowed at the waist. “They call me Rhysand—God of Death. I guide mortals to their final resting place.”

“Rhysand,” she repeated, mulling over that name. Something in it tugged at her. “That must be a shitty job.”

His expression didn’t change, but she wondered what he had seen in his lifetime. What kind of burden weighed on someone who felt the death of every mortal. He seemed… gentler than she was expecting. And she knew it made her a wretch, but Feyre wondered if she couldn’t appeal to his compassionate side.

“Rhysand—”

He held up his hand. “Wasn’t your friend trying to warn you about deals with the devil, Feyre? Death is the one thing you can’t cheat, can’t outrun.” That smile stretched, turning wicked in its promise. “I make sure of it.”

“That is to say… you can make a deal.”

“I’d advise against it.” Rhysand surveyed her carefully. “There are very few things a dead mortal could offer me. You’ve no money, no power…” he stepped closer, until they were face to face, and swept a large thumb over her bottom lip. “You can’t even show me what you could do with this pretty mouth.”

Feyre was watching his eyes—finding that they gave away far more than the rest of his expression. She could still see that underlying sadness, beneath all the mischief carried in his grin.

She arched her brow. “Is that what you’re after then? Companionship?”

Rhysand shrugged. “It can get lonely, wandering this realm on my own. Sure, I meet thousands of dead mortals each day, but they’re gone—” he snapped his fingers “—just like that.”

“So…” she pitched her voice low, looking up at him through her lashes. “If I promise to show you what my pretty mouth can do once you put me back in my body, will you give me a second chance?”

“A tempting offer, darling,” he crooned. “But a blowjob hardly lasts, does it? Soon you’ll be on your merry way, forgetting about poor old Rhysand.”

“What do you want then? Unlimited blowjobs? A ‘drop in whenever you feel like one’ kind of arrangement?”

Rhysand’s chuckle was so deep she could hear it rumble in his chest. “Mortal women have become so fun, recently. But what if I wanted more than a pretty girl on her knees for me, hmm?” His hand slid down to her chin, and he used his grip there to tilt her face up as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “What if I want to get on my knees for you?”

She almost could have laughed, thinking how strange it was that he phrased it like a counteroffer. Of course Feyre had to wait until death to find a man willing to go down on her.

“That’s perfectly agreeable to me,” she said.

“Yes?” he hummed. “You’ll let me take what I want?”

“Yes,” she breathed, letting him tilt her face up, up, up, until she was staring into those breathtaking eyes again. “Take it.”

Rhysand smiled, leaning down until their lips met. She shut her eyes, reveling in the petal-soft touch of his mouth.

And when she opened them again, they were stung by the harsh fluorescent lighting of a hospital room. She could smell the antiseptic, hear the soft, steady beat of her heart monitor.

“Oh! Mrs. Archeron, you’re awake!” A friendly looking nurse smiled at her. “I’ll go get your husband and let the doctor know.”

The nurse’s scrubs swished with every movement as she strode out the door, and Feyre watched it swing shut before she could manage to rasp, “...husband?”

Her throat felt like sandpaper, her mouth was so dry that her tongue stuck to the roof. She glanced around for a glass of water, and was instead greeted to a stack of get well soon cards, plush animals, and sweets. Feyre reached over to study the cards. Some of them were from Mor and her sisters, but some were from…

“Can I get you something, darling?”

“Rhysand?” she croaked, looking to the man standing at the door, grinning like he’d just won a jackpot. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I wanted to get on my knees, Feyre.” He winked. “You said yes.”

She swallowed, fighting moisture into her mouth as she read through the cards, all addressed to ‘Feyre darling, my beautiful wife’. She threw the lot of them on the bed, fighting the dread that churned in her stomach. “I said yes to eating me out!”

He smirked. “That can still be arranged.”

“Rhys—”

“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to his lips, then pointed to his ears. “My sweet wife, not so loud. Other patients are trying to sleep.”

“I’m not your wife!” She glared at him. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

Rhysand plucked one of the boxes of chocolate from the bedside table and clicked his tongue. “You almost died, and they bought you the store brand? Dreadful.”

With a shriek of exasperation, Feyre batted the box of chocolates out of his hand. Rhysand’s eyes practically sparkled as he watched them fall to the floor. “Well, they were bad Feyre, but they weren’t that—”

“Shut it!” She pointed her finger at him. “You and I are not married.”

He caught her wrists, his grip surprisingly gentle as he examined her hand. “That ring on your finger says differently.” She frowned, snatching her hand away so she, too, could look at the star sapphire ring that had not been there before. To her horror, when she tried to pull it off, she found it wouldn’t move. As though the silver band had magically melded to her skin.

Rhysand’s teeth flashed. “That ring, Feyre, binds you to me. It represents the bargain that we made in the afterlife. You are my wife now.”

He reached for her hand, holding her gaze as he drew it towards his lips and laid a kiss against each of her knuckles. When he smiled, she felt it like a death knell in her chest.

“Till death do us part.”

Taglist:

@arrowmusings @cretaceous-therapod @live-the-fangirl-life @imsecretlyaherondale-blog @darling-archeron @achernarlight @themoonthestarsthesuriel @thebonecarver @swankii-art-teacher @reddidh

#it's been a hot sec since I wrote a fic I actually felt like I could use my taglist for #Feysand #feysand fic #feysand fanfic #feysand fanfiction #Feyre x Rhysand #Rhysand x Feyre #Feyre x Rhys #Rhys x Feyre #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction

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brutallycarnage · 22 days

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Tate Langdon x Reader

Payphone Memories (Episode 1)

TW: Gun violence, gore, Tate Langdon is a warning himself

Pair: Tate Langdon x Reader

Prologue

The payphone is where I remember spending a large portion of my high school career. It was separated from most of the school, off in a hallway that led to a dead end. In fact, there were two payphones. It was a big fancy L.A school after all. The more popular payphone was near the cafeteria. Of course, this one had its fair share of use.. But, during classes, nobody really showed up around here. Which made it prime for hiding from classes. Tate and I spent a lot of time on this payphone. His mother didn’t work so it was typical of her to use up all their hours on their personal line at Tate’s house. At mine, however, we didn’t exactly have the money to make phone calls all willy-nilly. We really liked to make prank calls. Nobody was safe, and we especially loved to mess with his mothers boyfriend, Larry. Sometimes, I feel myself really missing those times. Leaning against the tiles of the wall, cold to the touch. Tate, his beautiful eyes - the way they crinkled up and shined in the light when he laughed. The dimples of his cheeks, sitting in his room at night, blasting Nirvana or Blondie. Man, Tate hated listening to Blondie. He owned it on cassette for me though. That’s what worked about Tate and I; our abilities to adapt for each other. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Nirvana! I’m just a sucker for punk music. As time went on though, we began to fight more. Tate got involved with some bad habits, so I tried to get him help. He didn’t want it though, he didn’t think anything was wrong. Eventually, he ended up just.. Snapping, at some point or another. I never wanted to break up with Tate Langdon, but after he changed from the sweet, innocent boy I grew up with, it wasn’t healthy for either of us to continue seeing each other. He grew more angrier, more hateful by the day. Of course, that was an effect of his addiction. He didn’t think I noticed the way his nose always ran now, and the rapid weight loss he exhibited. In part, I could understand why. His little sister Rose died from complications to her autoimmune disease a few years prior, and so did his little brother Bo. But obviously, it wasn’t an excuse for the way he treated me. Every little thing I did set him off. He screamed at me once for breathing too loudly. I try to push the fonder memories forward, like the time I caught him listening to Heart of Glass when I showed up to surprise him one evening. I never let him live it down.

Present Day

(Third Person)

Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring. Vivienne turned around to glance at the landline on the wall. The ringing interrupted her fruitful efforts to get the kitchen clean. ‘Strange’ She thought to herself. ‘We never paid for a landline. Maybe Ben did without telling me? I know Violet’s into all that nostalgic stuff.’ Vivienne’s hand meets with the cool sage green plastic. She pulls it off of the receiver, and holds the phone to her ear. “Hello..?” Vivienne says with confusion. “Oh, uh, hi! Sorry, I was sort of expecting someone else.” A soft voice spoke up over the phone, one of female origin. Vivienne assumed it may have been one of Violet’s school friends or Ben’s patients. She sounded quite young. The phone tone distorted her voice, making it sound crackly. “Oh, no worries sweetie! Who are you trying to reach? I can take a message.” Vivienne said, leaning against the wall. “Oh uh, an old friend used to live here. I was just calling to talk. Are you the new owners of their house?” “Uh, Yes! We just moved in a little while ago. Are you in the neighborhood? I think I have a daughter in your age range.” “You could say that. My parents are pretty strict, so I’m not allowed out of the house very often.” “Well, if you ever need a friend, my daughter Violet I’m sure would be happy to hang out with you!” “Thank you miss..?” “Call me Viv, Viv Harmon. And you?” “Y/N.” “Well, Y/N, it’s nice to informally meet you. I have to go now, but don’t be a stranger. Bye bye!” “Bye.” Click. Ben enters the kitchen, admiring his wife and the now clean counters and appliances. “Hey Viv, who were you talking to?” Ben says, wrapping his arms around Vivienne and looking over her shoulder to watch her wash the dishes. Vivienne gestures over to the landline, still paying attention to the dishes in the sink. “Oh, a girl from the neighborhood called. She was curious about who had moved in.” “Uh, the landline.. Works? Did you get it set up?” Vivienne turns around quickly, confused. “Uh, no. I thought you did? Yeah, she called it.” Ben walked over to the landline, pulling the phone off the receiver and test dialing on the keypads. Nothing. The line didn’t work. “Viv.. Are you.. Sure?” And thus, another argument broke out between the oldest members of the Harmon family.

Y/N leans against the cool tile once more, letting the phone hang off the receiver, listening to the ringing. She was desperate for some sort of mental stimulation that wasn’t the sealed-off school hall she currently sat in. Of course, it wasn’t actually 1994 anymore. Those memories she recalled have been rehearsed and repeated in her head for 17 years now, she wasn’t even sure if they were right at this point. Was Tate who she remembered him to be? Had he been that awful all along? Was she clinging onto something good to keep up hope? She wasn’t entirely convinced. Had she even ever existed at all? She hated when she felt like this. One more time, one more time she’d go over what happened. Then she’d stop, but she needed to do it one more time, just to make sure she still remembered all the details. Gunshot blasts, the smell of blood, Tate.. No.. No.. Tate, then gunshot blasts. Or was it blood first? She felt hopelessly lost as she anxiously picked at her blood caked cuticles. She inhaled, trying to calm herself. Tate.. Gunshots.. Blood.. Yeah, that feels right.

Trigger Warning: Gun Violence (will not impact the story if you skip it! Please keep yourself safe <3)

Y/N opens her eyes, she feels her heart hammer in her chest. She’s desperately loading change into the payphone, poking at the buttons. 9..1…1.. She feels a little bit of relief as the phone rings and picks up almost immediately. “911, what’s your emergency?” A feminine voice rumbles in her ear. Y/N keeps a hushed voice, eyes glued on the only entrance way into the hall. “Someone’s shooting in my school. We need the police-” The doors swing open. Tate. No, no.. Please, let him be okay. Why did he have blood on him? Did he get hurt?

Trigger Warning over!

Y/N feels a pair of hands on her shoulders, shaking her gently. A concerned looking Stephanie Boggs was greeting her gaze. “Hey, you okay? You were just.. Standing here?” Stephanie says, tilting her head. “Yeah.. Yeah.. It’s just.. The flashbacks are happening again. I called again, Steph. I don’t know why I did. Someone else lives in the house now.” She stammers, leaning into Stephanie’s firm hold. Stephanie kept her mouth shut. She didn’t know Tate before the massacre, she knew it was hard to deal with just dealing with being murdered in general. She couldn’t imagine it being someone she loved. Stephanie took a moment to take in her friend's appearance. Y/N had three visible gunshot wounds. The first being on the left side of her chest, second in her neck and third splitting open the side of her jawline. Her s/c was stained with dry blood, along with the ends of her h/c hair. “Everything is starting to get to me again. I thought I was okay with all of this now.” Y/N waved her arm in reference to the payphone, avoiding eye contact with Stephanie. “You always get antsy like this near halloween. Doesn’t help that you’re tethered to this fuck-ass phone 364 days out of the year. Just think, 4 more days and we can go do something fun during the day. Maybe this year is the year Langdon decides to speak up when we confront him. Closure, or whatever.” Stephanie tried distracting her, unsure if it was working. Y/N shook her head in a ‘no’ motion, “This is different, Steph. Something is going to happen. I haven’t felt this pull in a decade.” Stephanie frowned in response, letting go of Y/N and walking down the hall towards the exit. And just like that, alone again. Y/N remembers the first year the massacre had occurred. People she didn’t know stopped by a lot and left flowers and small trinkets as offerings. Each student that year got a vigil where they passed away on their birthdays. It was nice not to be alone. To see some life in these dark hallways. Of course, as the years went on, nobody visited much anymore. Just the occasional odd teenager looking to ghost hunt or write a history report. There was a plaque with her name on it next to the payphone now. With the rise of technology, she supposed there was no use for the payphone anymore anyways. She figured with the time she had to think until Halloween, she’d plan out what she’d say to Tate on Halloween.

A/N: Howdy! This is my first ever fic! I will be making the chapters longer as I get more practice. But I hope you liked it!

#tate langdon #american horror story #murder house #violet harmon #tate langdon x reader #dead dove do not eat

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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Hannibal Crack-Cannons: aka Incorrect Quotes:

@myers-meadow-selfship @iloveslasher @the-limp-linguine

Hannibal:

Despite what you think, Hannibal IS a himbo…

Now hear me out. He’s obviously very educated, but when it comes to being a person he is CLUELESS.

Like Hannibal never expects someone to actually get close to him, and when they do, he panics. And he makes a bunch of clumsy little social mistakes, that frankly, are adorable.

He’s a friendship himbo and I stand by that!

S/O: *touches Hannibal’s hand in public, unprovoked*

Hannibal who is not used to genuine affection: *staring at them* why?

S/O: *facepalming*

William:

But if we wanna talk real Himbos….

Cause bro! Wtf are you doing? Homeboy is a MESS.

The only thought in Will’s head is that tik tok audio that’s like “I don’t know what’s going on, and frankly, I don’t wanna know” and he likes it like that.

Will on his 4th cup of coffee of the day: *pushes a door that CLEARLY says pull*

S/O: For your sake, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that *holds open door for him, smiling at how adorable he is when he gets flustered*

Jack:

This man is a FREAK!

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s into a lot of kinky shit in the bedroom. Man is a respectful switch!

Will: *seeing his boss by rope and duct tape at the corner store*

Jack: it’s not what it looks like-

Alana:

BI WIFE ENERGY, SHE HAS BI WIFE ENERGY!

I think Alana is also a switch, don’t know when this became a NSFW post but we’re rolling with it 🤪

But I totally see her letting men be dominate cause she doesn’t want to hurt their fragile little egos. But with a woman, oh boy! Alana cannot keep her hands to herself, and she doesn’t pretend to want to.

This woman is a flirt by nature. She will Gaslight, Gatekeeper and Girlboss her way into your heart. She’s a smooth motherfucker and you’ll never see her coming… I mean… unless you want to 👀 then by all means 😉

She totally humble brags about you latter.

Beverly:

A Roxy kinnie, prove me wrong!

That’s it, that’s the whole headcannon. If you know, you know!

Abigail:

Abigail is just Violet Harmon in a different universe, and thank god she never met her Tate. Oh dear god, what a night mare that would be!

Abigail with S/O:

youtube

Frederick:

There’s not even a headcannon here, just like, imagine if Fred was played by this motherfucker…

Instead of this motherfucker…

Also have this video of Fred’s actor being iconic, this is just Frederick when he’s alone 😂.

So I guess the headcannon is that Frederick is a musical theatre kid confirmed!

Belinda:

Wine Mom confirmed!

Freddie:

As we fucking should!

Mason:

This is just a shameless way for me to promote one of my old videos. I was proud of this meme and more people should see it!

Brian:

Drinks respect boyfriend juice!

But I also hope you like being a third wheel on dates, cause where Brian goes, Jimmy will be there. Good thing they’re both cute 😉

Jimmy:

Jimbo texting his S/O:

And anyone who gets a glimpse at these text is instantly terrified and convinced you’re both doing some sort of seance through the phone. But it’s just you’re average Tuesday.

Margo Verger as a lesbian icon:

#Hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal headcanons #Alana bloom #jack crawford #will Graham #frederick chilton #Belinda du maurier #abigail hobbs #beverly katz #Freddie Lounds #Margo verger #Brian seller #jimmy price #mason verger #hannibal x reader #x reader #s/o headcanons #winx club

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ghostlyviolets33 · 1 year

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could you post some violet wallpapers?

Violet Harmon-Inspired Phone Wallpapers requested by Anonymous

I tried to put multiple aspect ratios so they can fit different phone sizes. Hopefully they work for what you're looking for!

Here are some downloadable links to these pictures (all links to Pinterest):

'How Soon Is Now' Morrissey

Vintage Flowers

Nana (manga/anime)

Hope Sandoval (Mazzy Star)

Perks of Being a Wallflower 'W.A.T.L.W.T.W.D.'

Butterflies In a Jar

'Hole' Courtney Love

Violet Harmon Smoking

Joy Division, Unknown Pleasures

Thanks for asking, this was so fun to make! 🖤

#violet harmon #violet harmon inspired #violet harmon inspo #violet harmon style #violet harmon aesthetic #violet harmon headcanon #ahs #ahs murder house #wallpaper #phone #morrissey #hole #joy division #mazzy star #nana #nana manga #nana anime #nana ozaki

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eugenes-glasses · 1 year

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Here's a list of characters I will write for!

The Walking Dead:

Carl Grimes Daryl Dixon Glenn Rhee

Fear The Walking Dead:

Chris Manawa Alicia Clark Nick Clark

Wednesday:

Eugene Ottinger Rowan Laslow Tyler Galpin Wednesday Addams Enid Sinclair Ajax Petropolus

Dazed and Confused:

Mitch Kramer Randall 'Pink' Floyd Kevin Pickford Ron Slater

Boys (1996):

John Phillips Patty Vare Bud Valentine

American Horror Story:

Michael Langdon Dandy Mott Xavier Plympton Montana Duke Violet Harmon Harry Gardner The Countess Tristan Duffy Kyle Spencer Kit Walker Misty Day Sister Mary Eunice

The Umbrella Academy:

Five Hargreeves Ben Hargreeves

Chucky:

Lexy Cross Nadine (idk her last name) Junior Wheeler Nica Pierce Jake Wheeler Devon Evans Tiffany Valentine

The Mighty Ducks: Game Changers:

Logan Larue Cody Lawrence AJ Lawrence Jace Cole

Cobra Kai:

Anthony Larusso Sam Larusso Miguel Diaz Robby Keene

The Black Phone

Finney Blake Robin Arellano Gwen Blake Vance Hopper Bruce Yamada Billy Showalter Griffin Stagg

Hereditary:

Peter Graham

#wednesday #boys 1996 #dazed and confused #american horror story #the umbrella academy #chucky series #the mighty ducks game changers #cobra kai #the black phone #the walking dead #fear the walking dead #hereditary

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playsthepart · 4 days

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SALT SPRAY — ୨୧⋆ ˚ a closed starter。

❨ＰＲＯＭＰＴ　001❩: 🌊🌅THE SEASIDE, AS THE SUN IS SETTING [ list ]

As the sun begins its descent towards the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sky, the tranquil beach near the residential areas emerges as a sanctuary of serenity. The whispers of the gentle waves lapping against the shore create a soothing rhythm, harmonizing with the soft rustle of palm trees swaying in the breeze. The salty tang of the ocean mingles with the sweet scent of nearby blossoms, painting the air with a delicate fragrance that carries with it a sense of calm.

As the daylight wanes, the sky transforms into a canvas of vibrant hues, ablaze with streaks of crimson, gold, and violet. The fading light casts long, ethereal shadows along the shoreline, imbuing the landscape with a mystical allure. Silhouettes of seabirds glide gracefully overhead, their dark forms contrasting against the fiery backdrop of the setting sun.

Along the sandy expanse, a few figures can be seen scattered, each absorbed in their own moments of quiet contemplation. Some stroll leisurely along the water's edge, their footprints leaving ephemeral traces in the damp sand, while others sit huddled together, sharing intimate conversations against the backdrop of nature's splendor. The occasional dog bounds joyfully ahead, chasing seagulls in playful abandon, adding a touch of liveliness to the tranquil scene.

Far from the bustling crowds of tourist hot spots, this secluded haven offers a sense of seclusion and intimacy. Here, the passage of time seems to slow, allowing visitors to immerse themselves fully in the beauty of the moment. The distant murmur of distant traffic serves as a gentle reminder of the world beyond, yet in this tranquil oasis, it feels as though time stands still, enveloping all who venture here in a sense of peace and tranquility.

🖼: @thomasicism 𝓲. 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𓍢ִ໋🎨,✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ ( [ surprise ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and places their hands over their eyes, wanting them to guess who it is) [ list ]

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the familiar stretch of Bloomshore District, a sense of nostalgia enveloped Amelia. She had returned to her childhood hometown for the summer break, seeking solace in the familiar sights and sounds after weeks of feeling adrift in the bustling Linkon City. But despite the comfort of home, a twinge of loneliness lingered, her heart yearning for the presence of her boyfriend, Thomas, who had been preoccupied with his work.

She was in her bedroom, lost in her thoughts, when Amelia's phone chimed with a sudden message, breaking the quiet reverie. With a curious flutter in her chest, she read the words urging her to come to the beach, a message that sparked a glimmer of hope amidst the melancholy. Without hesitation, she made her way to the beach, maybe even running, anticipation building with each step.

As she neared the place, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled her ears, soothing her restless mind. But before she could fully immerse herself in the tranquil atmosphere, a pair of hands covered her eyes from behind, eliciting a gasp of surprise from Amelia.

She panicked for half a second, before relaxing, recognising the hands currently covering her eyes, and the smell of the rather expensive perfume she knows to be her boyfriend's.

With a laugh, she raises her own hand to lightly tug on the ones covering her eyes.

「　Quit it already！　I know it's you！　」

#・・・「　🖼 where your paintings hang。」#・・・「　verse: 𓃦 passengers。」#❧〘 thomasicism 〙#ooc ;; hi it's here ❤️❤️❤️

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holysanctum-a · 1 year

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ACTIVE MUSELIST.

STEPHEN KING UNIVERSE

eddie kaspbrak

beverly marsh

richie tozier

patricia uris

audra phillips

ben hanscom

stan uris

carrie white

sue snell

wendy torrance

danny torrance

AVATAR SERIES

ronal of the metkayina

neytiri of the omaticaya

tsireya of the omaticaya

WEDNESDAY 2022 / THE ADDAMS FAMILY SERIES

wednesday addams

enid sinclair

xavier thorpe

tyler galpin

bianca barclay

morticia addams

pubert addams

pugsley addams

ophelia frump

deborah jellinsky

STRANGER THINGS

steve harrington

nancy wheeler

eddie munson

robin buckley

chrissy cunningham

tammy thompson

jane ives hopper

will byers

jonathan byers

joyce byers

angela russell

alexei volkov

erica sinclair

lucas sinclair

max mayfield

dustin henderson

tina coleman

carol perkins

mike wheeler

eden bingham

suzie bingham

gareth hill

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

house of the dragon;

rhaenyra targaryen

alicent hightower

ser harwin strong

helaena targaryen

mysaria

alys rivers

H20: ADD WATER

cleo sertori

rikki chadwick

emma gilbert

isabella hartley

MONSTER HIGH

cleo de nile

abbey abominable

spectra vondergeist

robecca steam

laura dracul

jinafire long

torelei stripes

clawdeen wolf

c.a cupid

lagoona blue

ghoulia yelps

scarah screams

rochelle goyle

katrina de-mew

viperine gorgon

venus mcflytrap

gigi grants

SCREAM

sidney prescott

tatum riley

charlie walker

kirby reed

HALLOWEEN

laurie strode

annie brackett

lynda van der klok

allyson strode

michael myers

judith myers

ANOES 2010

nancy holbrook

quentin smith

kris fowles

gwen holbrook

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

zoe benson

violet harmon

madison montgomery

misty day

brooke thompson

montana duke

UNTIL DAWN ( adapted from canon. )

emily davis

ashley brown

jessica riley

sam giddings

beth washington

THE QUARRY ( adapted from canon. )

max brinly

emma mountebank

ryan erzahler

kaitlyn ka

jacob custos

abigail blyg

nicholas furcillo

pansy parkinson

lily evans / potter

narcissa black / malfoy

hannah abbott

ginny weasley

andromeda black / tonks

nymphadora tonks

zhang qiu

daphne greengrass

astoria greengrass

luna lovegood

fleur delacour

marlene mckinnon

dorcas meadowe

mary macdonald

molly weasley

katie bell

lavender brown

tracey davis

millicent bulstrode

susan bones

cedric diggory

helena ravenclaw

angelina johnson

alicia spinnet

parvati patil

anne sallow

sebastian sallow

poppy sweeting

adelaide oakes

charlie weasley

PRETTY LITTLE LIARS

spencer hastings

allison dilaurentis

aria montgomery

hanna marin

THE HUNGER GAMES

klatniss everdeen

primrose everdeen

clove heidenriek

annie cresta

johanna mason

finnick odair

peeta mellark

MARVEL

jean grey

emma frost

gwen stacy

mary jane watson

peter parker

clint barton

pepper potts

kate bishop

anna marie

harleen quinzel

selina kyle

pamela isley

rachel roth

june moone / enchantress

bruce wayne

barbara gordon

dick grayson

jason todd

harvey dent

TWILIGHT

isabella swan

jane volturi

rosalie hale

alice cullen

CORPSE BRIDE

emily petterson

victor van dort

victoria everglot

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

sally hardesty

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

dana polk

jules louden

HOCUS POCUS

sarah sanderson

winifred sanderson

mary sanderson

alison blythe

dani dennison

emily binx

FEAR STREET SERIES

sam fraser

deena johnson

simon kalivoda

sheila greene

hannah miller

sarah fier

corky corcoran

annie greene

becky hemmings

will goode

ziggy berman

cindy berman

joan kutcherson

alice gallagher

BRIDE OF CHUCKY

tiffany valentine

THE CRAFT

nancy downs

AQUAMARINE

aquamarine brown

GREASE

sandy olsen

betty rizzo

marty maraschino

frenchy conrad

THE OUTSIDERS

marcia smith

cherry valance

MYSTERY INC

daphne blake.

dorothy blake.

daisy blake.

delilah blake.

dawn blake.

velma dinkley.

sally mcknight.

dusk davenport.

luna reynolds.

HALLOWEEN TOWN

marnie piper

sophie piper

scarlet sinister

THE BLACK PHONE

vance hopper

finney blake

griffin stagg

donna

billy

THE WALKING DEAD & GAME

maggie greene

beth greene

judith grimes

sophia peletier

carl grimes

clementine

carley

RESIDENT EVIL

rebecca chambers

jill valentine

claire redfield

leon kennedy

ada wong

sherry berkins

donna beneviento

bela dimitrescu

daniela dimitrescu

cassandra dimitrescu

CHARMED

piper halliwell

phoebe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige matthews

parker halliwell

p.j halliwell

tamora mitchell

kat mitchell

chris halliwell

THE VIRGIN SUICIDES

lux lisbon

bonnie lisbon

mary lisbon

therese lisbon

cecilia lisbon

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

jane romero

lee yunjin

feng min

kimura yui

the onryo

the ghostface

the huntress

dwight fairfield

meg thomas

nea karlsson

claudette morel

kate denson

mikaela reid

the legion: julie kostenko

the legion: susie lavoie

the legion: joey campbell

the spirit

the nurse

the plague

zarina kassir

élodie rakoto

david king

adam francis

the pig

the trapper

the hillbilly

the doctor

the wraith

felix richter

jake park

the trickster

heather mason

yoichi asakawa

lisa garland

the executioner

alessa gillespie

SILENT HILL

maria

mary sunderland

jodie mason

harry mason

VALORANT

viper

sage

jett

neon

skye

reyna

fade

killjoy

raze

STARDEW VALLEY

haley

alex

jodi

leah

sam

abigail

maru

shane

EMH

vinnie.

jeff.

jessie.

jessa.

steph.

MISC

rouge the bat — sonic universe

princess peach — mario universe

princess daisy — mario universe

princess rosalina — mario universd

barbie — barbie cinematic universe

abigail hobbs — hannibal ( soloblog @fawneyes )

veronica sawyer — heathers

lydia martin — teen wolf

allison argent — teen wolf

malia tate — teen wolf

faye chamberlain — the secret circle

martha may whovier — the grinch

rose cotter — smile 2022

jennifer check — jennifer's body ( pre-succubus. )

anita lesnicki — jennifer's body

colin gray — jennifer's body

layla williams — sky high

magenta hui — sky high

gwen grayson — sky high

penny lent — sky high

ginger fitzgerald — gingersnaps

patrick bateman — american psycho

sarah miller — tlou

dina — tlou

shauna shipman — yellowjackets

jackie taylor — yellowjackets

jade west — victorious

tori vega — victorious

cat valentine — victorious

elijah — midnight scenes : from the woods.

virginia — sons of the forrest.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

mason wheeler — stranger things

spencer harrington — stranger things

priscilla munson — stranger things ( affiliated with @slaymetal )

kevin watson — stranger things

avonna-leigh millicent lane — stranger things ( affiliated with @hauntingh0ur )

ember riley smith

haerelian — affiliated with @seirsenes

cordelia syphe

princess saereliette of alryia — stardew valley

thorn winters — resident evil : village.

oleander sykes carson — pyreford mystery series.

marisol renatta lora — pyreford mystery series.

seraphina holly-grace saddler — pyreford mystery series.

marilyn victoire ophelia blackwell — fandomless with verses in teen wolf, stranger things and IT.

lauren richter — dead by daylight.

legion : bambi ( beatrice dane ) — dead by daylight.

milana renee van der kamp — stranger things ( affiliated with @jedova )

lorelei koen — the last of us.

isabelle walker — until dawn.

matilda greaves — emh / scream.

princess helanys — elden ring.

rosalind wilson — apocalypse based.

marina james — sons of the forrest.

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bonnieblue727 · 9 months

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Halloween: Part 1 S01E04

The Harmons hire interior designers to makeover the house to help it sell, mistaking the arriving Chad and his partner Patrick for the designers.

Vivien confronts Ben about phone calls from Hayden, who swears that Hayden is gone. The baby begins kicking, an impossibility at eight weeks. At the hospital, an ultrasound reveals that the baby is more developed than it should be; the ultrasound technician collapses after seeing the baby onscreen.

While trick-or-treating, Addie is fatally hit by a car, and Constance attempts to get her to the Harmons' lawn before she dies, but fails.

The Harmons return from the hospital to find the house broken into and Violet missing. Ben answers a knock at the door and finds Hayden's ghost standing there, covered in dirt.

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rickalanp · 2 years

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Who is Rick Alan Putman?

RICK ALAN PUTMAN along with Whitney Wyatt is the mastermind of this ongoing scam wherein they recruit more innocent people to participate and earn in this scam. Rick Alan Putman has already filed bankruptcy and hence cannot open a new business on his name that is one more reason for recruiting other people. He has been searching for these people online through advertising. Rick Alan Putman has been scamming people with the help of some his friends and associates, whose details are also mentioned. They open the company and bank accounts under the company name, sign up for a P O Box address where the checks from scamming innocent people come and then they deposit the checks and then they distribute the money among themselves. This scam has been running since 2017 and numerous victims have been scammed. Moreover some of his associates are already facing Legal troubles because of the federal action. I would be detailing out some of those companies who are involved in this along with their owners information.

RICK ALAN PUTMAN known companies owned by him are DOLPHIN TECHNOLOGIES, LLC (Incorp Date 5 Dec 2017)(Comp No.: 138492392), LOGIC TECHNOLOGIES, LLC, Dynamic Solutions, LLC

known phone numbers are 309-647-8885, 727-441-8459, 440-749-1005, 727-851-8160, 727-231-1718, 727-736-7708

known family members and business assiciates are Todd Putman, Suzanne Elizabeth Putman, Stacee Putman, Whitney Wyatt, Jerarim Love, Gabriel Love, Barry A Newston, Marian Laura Bello

known addresses and P.O. Box numbers are (1)1800 Copper Kettle Ln Dunedin, FL 34698, (2)871 Ibis Walk Pl N Unit 1405 Saint Petersburg, FL 33716, (3)16158 NW Canton St Portland, OR 97229, (4)16147 NW Canton St Apt 303 Portland, OR 97229-1262, (5)791 Hammock Ln Okeechobee, FL 34974-2751, (6)5250 Roosevelt Blvd Clearwater, FL 33760-3451, (7)825 W Locust St Canton, IL 61520-8433, (8)16158 NW Canton St Apt 204 Portland, OR 97229, (9)16201 NW Fescue Ct Portland, OR 97229, (10)1021 Fairburn Ave Clearwater, FL 33755, (11)848 E Elm St Canton, IL 61520, (12)1000 SE 160th Ave Apt HH275 Vancouver, WA 98683

JEAN KELLEY MCKENZIE RIVERMARK SOLUTIONS, LLC ANGULAR INFOTECH, LLC

ED TSUJI 187 E WARM SPRINGS RD STE B, LAS VEGAS, NV, 89119-4112, UNITED STATES 9006 NE 15TH AVE UNIT 307 VANCOUVER WA 98665 14915 NE RANCHO DR VANCOUVER 98682 WA 4505 PACIFIC HWY E STE C-2 FIFE WA 98424

HERNANDEZ RIOS registry number is #145908992 512-247-7390 713-224-5978 512-431-5753 512-740-0963 512-243-6161 Valentin Rios Jeremiah Rios Sanjuanita H Rios Candice Rios Guadalupe Leon Sanchez 6158 Nw Canton St # 204 Portland OR 97229 5305 North River Road Suite B1 Keizer OR 97303 5180 Highway 71 E Apt C Del Valle, TX 78617 8988 Elroy Rd Del Valle, TX 78617 8988 Elroy Rd Apt 1 Del Valle, TX 78617 5002 SE 70th Ave Apt 14 Portland, OR 97206 456 Brown St Portsmouth, OH 45662 PO Box 24 Del Valle, TX 78617 1916 Everett St Houston, TX 77009 PO Box 17973 Austin, TX 78760 PO Box 343 Newark, TX 76071

Valentin Rios 512-897-9796 512-822-2382 512-897-9612 737-703-9267 737-262-6035 512-243-6161 Jeremiah Rios Sanjuanita H Rios Candice Rios Concepcion Rios Minnie D Haws Stephen Longoria Violet May Hanus Nancy Woodhanus Joseph Jeremiah Hanus PO Box 943 Blanco, TX 78606 4320 S Congress Ave Apt 7211 Austin, TX 78745 4714 Harmon Ave Austin, TX 78751 5402 William Holland Ave Austin, TX 78756-2033 1600 Wickersham Ln Apt 2037 Austin, TX 78741-3133 13005 Heinemann Dr Ofc Austin, TX 78727-6982 8988 Elroy Rd Apt 1 Del Valle, TX 78617-4814 5405 Wellington Dr Austin, TX 78723 5180 Highway 71 E Del Valle, TX 78617 8806 FM 812 # 9 Austin, TX 78719 602 9th St Blanco, TX 78606 317 Bernard St Denton, TX 76201 2073 Sheffield Mnr E Carson City, NV 89701

Jeremiah Rios 512-247-7391 512-247-7882 512-448-9694 512-247-7390 512-897-9796 512-902-8316 512-897-9612 512-431-5736 512-524-2009 HERNANDEZ RIOS Valentin Rios Sanjuanita H Rios Candice Rios Pauline Shinn Howard Ralph Rich Stephen Kelley 212 Northfork Rd San Marcos, TX 78666 412 Lookout Ridge Loop San Marcos, TX 78666 5402 William Holland Ave Apt 206 Austin, TX 78756 5404 Ponciana Dr Apt A Austin, TX 78744-2839 904 W 7th St Georgetown, TX 78626-5447 8988 Elroy Rd Apt 1 Del Valle, TX 78617-4814 721 Lamar Pl Apt 207 Austin, TX 78752 PO Box 24 Del Valle, TX 78617 8502 Woodstone Dr Apt A Austin, TX 78757 4714 Harmon Ave Austin, TX 78751 5402 William Holland Ave Apt 206 Austin, TX 78756 1817 E Oltorf St Austin, TX 78741 1817 E Oltorf St Apt 2043 Austin, TX 78741 5180 Highway 71 E Apt C Del Valle, TX 78617

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