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blastkat · 4 months
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gabriellathomasworld · 11 months
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pacificgrimsarc · 4 months
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shane + cricket | @facepeeled
A knock on his door in the middle of the night only means one thing, and it hasn't changed despite the world-end. Somebody wants something from Shane Walsh, and they want it now. He pushes himself out of bed, a little slow to wake from slumber (these days, he's privileged enough to sleep deeper as the leader of a structured, responsible group), but still grabbing a pistol and shoving it underneath the waistband of his jeans. Doesn't bother to put on a shirt or get fully dressed, for that matter, since whatever it is is likely going to be a brief request.
Who else but Cricket, the group's new stray, is at his doorstep? The pale moon illuminates her tired face. He looks past her shoulder and takes quick note of who's on patrol before moving aside and opening the door wider, a wordless invitation inside.
"If this is 'bout Terrence still hazing you, I'll handle it in the mornin'," he says. Terrence is an asshole and likes to limit newcomers from using up their water supply. "You can come in here and shower. After that, back to your bunk."
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morb1dg1rl · 16 days
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@facepeeled // 💜.
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❝ my post with you in it got alot of likes. i think my following likes you. ❞she shows cricket the post of them at the abandoned house they had visited last,one had an orb in it,which scout didn't see until after the fact. she smiles,flipping through and stopping at the picture with an orb next to their faces.
❝ i didn't even notice this as i posted it. pretty cool,huh ? ❞
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resplendentdare · 2 months
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Starter for @facepeeled.
Saskia had woken up with a massive hangover and several new bruises on her legs from the night before, a usual routine. Yawning, she stretched and got out of bed, only then noticing the screams from outside her apartment and the slamming of doors.
Throwing on an oversized hoodie, she poked her head outside of the apartment door, noticing the insane amounts of blood on the walls and floor. She saw someone stood at the end of the hall, their back to her and in the dim lighting, she couldn't figure out who it was. "Hello?" she called out, hesitantly stepping out of her apartment.
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sheldoney · 4 months
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"If you think those taste good wait until you taste these," he said producing some gast station hot dogs from underneath his beaten up leather jacket. "I only got ketchup and mustard, but they should still taste pretty good." He said and sat down on the edge of the motel bed, removing his jacket only the red and black flannel remained as he watched Cricket enjoy the stolen chocolates.
He wasn't big on Valentine's Day, he never had been, but he wanted to get her a little something to show he wasn't just using her and was determined to stick by her side as they traveled through different cities together. "We should probably get out of here and find another place to crash." He muttered beneath his breath as he lit up a cigarette.
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jmencken · 5 months
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starter for @facepeeled
    Despite the controversy and scandal surrounding him, Jeryd wasn’t ashamed. He wouldn’t hide away, cowering from the press or the public. “If you have something to ask, just ask it,” he snapped at the person looking at him. “It’ll save us both time.”
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ripscouta · 8 months
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@facepeeled // ♥'d for a starter.
❝ it's not what it looks like. ❞she's caught like a deer in headlights,dead bird in her right hand after she's just taken a wiff of it. she's never been caught picking up dead animals like this so she has no idea what to say or do except act like she didn't just sniff a dead fucking bird.
❝ okay,maybe it is what it looks like but i can explain. ❞she bites her lip,nervous and feeling shy all of a sudden. she's not good at this,and this is going to be a first time of being caught doing her little hobby.
❝ it's for taxidermy. i promise i'm not some weirdo. but you caught me,i'm not good at this. shit. ❞
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lettherebemonsters · 5 months
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All Will Be Carved (New Thread)
Thanksgiving had come and gone, but Jessica Wright still looked over her shoulder. John Carver had been blown up. She had heard the sheriff's screams as she burned him alive.
But she had constant nightmares that Eric Newlon was still out there, to the point where she wasn't sleeping well. Nobody had escaped Newlon's wrath unscathed....
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innocencel0st · 5 months
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@facepeeled continued from here.
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Camp Red Lake had been many things over the years. But the most important thing it had ever been, in Lynnette's opinion, was a sanctuary. A place where women could band together and heal from the damage their monsters had done. But the monsters always came back, in some way or another. Bruce Volker, Christophe Volker, Skye Elliott and Stephanie Fugate. They were Camp Red Lake's monsters. And Camp Red Lake sat in limbo being vandalized until someone was able to buy it again.
That someone was Lynnette, with a little help from the other girls in group. But it was going to be Lynnette's baby. It was secluded enough that she could feel safe, especially with all the precautions Adrienne had once put into place. But it would also give her more purpose than just sitting around in a dark apartment with nothing but a pepper plant to keep her company. She needed it as much as it needed her.
Seeing the debris everywhere made Lynnette sad. To know that people could be so careless with something someone had loved so much. She was broken out of her thoughts by Cricket's reminiscing, and she had to stick a smile on. She remembered being carefree like that, not having to worry about the monsters yet. That was before she'd been turned into a final girl. "Looks like there's a lot of work to do."
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full-tiltboogiearc · 7 months
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@facepeeled // chiharu + cricket
Chiharu coughed herself awake.
It happened, sometimes, that she forgot to keep breathing whenever she was deep in sleep. Well, she'd say that it was something fully out of her hands. She couldn't control what she did when she wasn't even conscious—how could she blame herself for not breathing when it was her body simply neglecting her?
(Morbidly, she always thought it was her body's way of giving up for her, especially when she was too headstrong to quit. If you get what I mean.)
The feeling wasn't new.
Waking up, memory murky, pounding headache, body feeling like it'd just been slammed against a brick wall, air razor-sharp in her lungs every time she took a breath. She felt this way after a particularly rough bender. She wasn't too worried. When she opened the blinds, prospects were new; she could start all over again, on a good step, this time.
When her eyes fluttered open, this half-there image of dingy bathroom entered her mind. That couldn't be real. Haru sat up, eyes still closed, palm pressing down on the ground to pull herself straight. She brought up a sleeve to cough into. Then, finally, she opened her eyes.
Dread snagged in her stomach. She wasn't in her apartment. She wasn't even in a club bathroom or something like that. She was... someplace else. Under blinding fluorescent lights. Somewhere that looked abandoned and disgusting and reeked of sewage and mold. Somewhat panicked, she looked around for the first something familiar. When she tried to get up, she gasped—her left foot was held down by shackles.
"What the—what the fuck...?"
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needlcpit · 4 months
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cont. from here // @facepeeled
Amanda knows that Cricket is right, she really should have said something. But it wasn't like she expected things to end up the way they did. Sure, she knew Cricket had a fighting chance, knew she was smart enough to get this far. What she hadn't expected was that'd she'd end up caring this much about her.
To Amanda, what she did was simply what she had to do. A fact she would defend. What did it matter in the grand scheme of things? Surely they both had to know that if she hadn't taken her and chained her up in that bathroom, neither of them would be here. And as selfish as it was, she wanted Cricket here, needed her now too. Maybe even loved her. How could she ever regret saving her?
"Where do you think you'd be right now if I hadn't done it? Huh? Stuck in the same shitty cycles, living the same shitty life. But here? You're changed." She leans in close, "we need you," she says. "And I'm not ashamed of any of it." Because now she was here, with her.
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pacificgrimsarc · 4 months
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katydid + cricket | @facepeeled
"You're up." Katydid glances up from where she'd been taking field notes in her bunk, writing pad lit up by a small yellow lamp clipped to the metal bedframe. No other lights were on in the small dorm; she didn't want to wake the other up. Only way she knew the other was even conscious is because she'd heard some shuffling. She closes her notepad and walks toward the other, crossing her arms. "You hit your head. Err, actually, more like... a house practically collapsed on you and almost killed you. But you're alright. We fished you out just in time."
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morb1dg1rl · 10 days
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@facepeeled // continued.
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❝ hell yeah. i mean,it's what we came for,right ? ❞cue the sly smirk on her lips,dimples poking out briefly. she did in fact bring a shovel,just in case they ended up finding something worth while. wouldn't be the first or last time scout's dug up something at a cemetery.
❝ i'll start digging. i'm a pro at this. ❞
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resplendentdare · 3 months
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Starter for @facepeeled.
Covered in blood, Saskia tried her best to clean her hands and face - her shirt was a lost cause but she could just wear her jacket instead... if she could find it. The bathroom door opened as she was in the middle of cleaning herself up and she froze. "I can explain...?"
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anthrcpophagi · 10 months
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closed starter for @facepeeled
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"Alright," Maren says as she makes her way back to the truck, crumpled map tucked under her arm and a half-lit cigarette dangling from her lips. It felt like they'd been driving all day and now that the sun was beginning to set, Maren was feeling restless. Some people hated road trips, but nothing made her feel more at home than being on the move. Some people hated long drives, despised pissing at truck stops and eating junk food for days on end. But some people didn't have a friend like Cricket with them. "Guy over there says it's another couple miles that way 'til we hit a motel. But he also says there's a campground down the opposite way. So, d'you have a preference? Cockroaches or mosquitoes?"
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