Mikey, did not expect
My wife finally finished her gimmick builds. They are all live!
“No Generators” Clown
“No Escape” Julie
“No Healing” Nurse
“No Body blocking” Nemesis (also known as PUNCHING)
And Bloodpoints Booby :)
Sixteenth Killer Design: The Ghostface
Role: Marketing manager
Nickname backstory: Danny was a journalist who was also a detective to the side. Every time he would write a newspaper about a certain crime, he would always be the one investigating the crime scene except for the actual detectives. During his free time, he would go sneaking around to see if he could find anyone suspicious. With his camera in one hand and…. the same camera in the other, he would investigate neighbourhoods as his way of protecting them. During one of his investigations, he decided to dress up because he wanted to be portrayed as a superhero, but instead of safety, he brought screams into the neighborhood thanks to his mask. The word about a mysterious person nicknamed as “The Ghostface” spread like wildfire on a house made of hay.
Fifteenth Killer Design: The Plague
Role: Kitchen manager
Sexuality: Heteroromantic Asexual
Nickname backstory: Adiris was a high priestess who belonged in a long line of god worshippers. She lived in a village that was overtaken by a plague that killed almost all of them but Adiris. Adiris tried her best to cure them but to no avail…. Adiris was infected but was then saved once she got to a hospital. Adiris believed that it was the gods that brought her there when it was just someone who called before they died from the plague. Adiris grew healthy again, only carrying the scars from what the plague gave to her. Those who knew about her story gave her the nickname “The Plague” due to her selflessness and bravery…. also her wanting to spread the word of her god to others is like a plague….
Man the twins are so unfun to go against. People just use them to proxy camp. All they do with victor is have him sniff my ass before pouncing so I can never dodge. Like, sorry you don’t actually wanna play the game but I do. Next killer pls.
That post 4k chat mood:
Fourteenth Killer Design: The Legion
Roles: Frank: Delivery Julie: Delivery Joey: Barista Susie: Barista
Sexualities: Frank: Heterosexual Julie: Bisexual Joey: Bisexual + Transgender Susie: Biromantic Asexual
Pronouns: Frank: He/Him Julie: She/Her Joey: He/Him Susie: She/They
Nickname backstory: Frank was a troubled child who met Julie, Susie and Joey after he and his father moved to a new home. These four decided to form an alliance who thrashes, robs and violates those who fucked with them in the past. After their incident in Joey’s old work place, they were arrested and placed into jail. Their alliance was called “The Legion” in the newspapers.
Chapter Twelve: Friends in High Places
Mentions of: Sexual Harassment, Pushy/Manipulative Behavior, Stalking, Danny being the creepy perv he is
You collapsed onto the couch, shoving your face into the pillow. It had been another long day, full of work, drama, and that annoying bitch, Jessica. Thankfully, you finished all your essays for the week, and you got a lot of time before you had to prepare for your final exam.
Hopefully, Ghostface won’t show up and ruin your night. Even thinking his name sent a shiver down your spine, making you search around the room for the smallest sign of him. Once you didn’t see any, you sighed in relief, letting your body relax.
Your gaze shifted over to the mirror, staring at the broken glass. You were going to have to get that fixed. As well as your radio, and the lock to your back door, and the bullet hole in your ceiling. God, your whole place was a mess. Thank goodness you didn’t have any friends to invite over.
You rolled up your sleeve, looking at the scar on your arm, then doing the same with your leg. It was healing up, but you doubted he would leave you without another one.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, making you jump. You felt your stomach twist in anxiety. You knew Ghostface wasn’t the type to go for the doorbell, but who else could it be at this hour?
You slowly crept over to the door, peeking through the peephole. You relaxed, seeing that it was just Officer Jackson. Then again, he was the second-worst person you could have showing up tonight.
You debated if you should pretend to be asleep for a moment, but then realized it wouldn’t work, especially considering that your lights were on, and he could probably hear you walking over to the door. So, you forced yourself to open it, unlocking it and standing in the doorway.
“Officer Jackson, how may I help you?” You greeted, slipping a fake smile onto your face.
“I think we’ve known each other long enough, there’s no need to be so formal. You can just call me Jackson.” He winked, and you gritted your teeth together, trying to hold back the disgust you had for him.
“Jackson, Right. Well, I’m very tired, and I’m sure you are too, so I’m going to turn in for the nigh-”
“Wait, I know you’re busy, but I just want to talk for a second. I was just finishing up patrol in the area, and I saw that your lights were on, so I wanted to go check on you.” Was he really here right now to try and get in your pants? You weren’t in the mood for this right now.
“Thank you, that’s very sweet. But I’m doing fine now.” You went to close the door, but he stopped you, once again. God, how desperate was he?
“You sure? Because last time we talked you were pretty hysterical.”
No shit, I was hysterical. I almost got attacked. And by the way, I did get attacked, and I’m not crazy, you prick.
Was what you wanted to say, but you took a deep breath and chose a smarter set of words. “No, turns out you guys were right. I just needed some rest. And writing about him definitely didn’t help my hysteria, heh. But I’m doing much better now.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Don’t worry, I’ll still be around to check on you and make sure everything’s alright. If you need anything don’t be afraid to give me a call.” He told you.
“Alright.” You went to close the door for the second time, before getting stopped again. What now?
“Sorry, I’m parched. Could I get a glass of water?” Jackson questioned, a last-minute attempt to get in your house and bed you. He was getting pushy now, and you were growing irritated.
You had to think of something fast. If he saw that new decoration in your kitchen ceiling, he would definitely know something was up. And the last thing you needed right now was to go end up in an asylum. Maybe you should pretend to be insane. Maybe that’ll get him to fuck off.
“My kitchen’s having renovations and the whole place is a mess right now. I’m going to head off to bed now. Goodnight.” You practically slammed the door in his face, not letting him get another word in.
You groaned, sitting back on your couch and rubbing your temples. What a nightmare. A part of you wondered if you just gave in and gave him what he wanted, maybe he would leave you alone.
No. You knew better than to do anything like that. You wonder how many women he’s done this to. How many women he’s manipulated and pushed into sleeping with him. How many women who’ve been thinking the same things that you have. The ones who felt they couldn’t say no, because of his position. Because of his power.
Suddenly, your phone rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hello?”
“First the geek, and now this boy scout? You’ve been a busy girl, (y/n).” Ghostface’s voice answered from the other line. As if your night couldn’t get any worse. Of course, he showed up. Perfect timing.
“You here to shame me? Cause, I hate to break it to you, I’ve been called every name in the book.” You told him, leaning over the counter. You didn’t know why, but you were feeling brave tonight.
“You think I’m that type of guy? Wow. I do have to admit, you look pretty nice bending over the counter like that, especially in that pencil skirt.” He purred, and that managed to make you stand up straight, an embarrassed heat growing on your face, and a violated feeling twisting in your stomach.
“What do you want?” You questioned, covering yourself and looking around, feeling your courage disappear into thin air.
“You know that cop buddy of yours, Deputy Jackson was it? The one with the ‘boy next door’ routine? He just wants to fuck you. You can see that, right?” His bluntness made the disgust and embarrassment begin to fester inside you.
“It seems like you’re jealous. Is that all?” You asked, taking a breath.
“All I want is for you to say it. Say you know.”
“Atta girl. Well, I have other things to attend to. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone for too long. See you around, doll.” And with that, he hung up, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.
Thirteenth Killer Design: The Spirit
Sexuality: Cupioromantic Lesbian
Nickname backstory: Rin was a quiet girl who tried to help out her family, especially since her family was having a financial problem. Even though she was much weaker and inexperienced than her father, she always tries to help. Her father, on the other hand, believed that she was giving minimal effort with what she did. After months of stress and no sleep thanks to work, her father snapped. Rin got out alive but with an undying rage to get revenge for her murdered mother. Even though she has this rage, she still tries her best to be the best person and to not end up like her father. She was nicknamed “The Spirit” for her undying faith in herself, even after a traumatic event.
"Do you like horror games ?"
I ain’t sorry for drawing this… 😂
Astarion is the person behind Pyramid Head OR Astarion Head-
Had a friend group discussing about Astarion being Pyramid Head (loves to do it for fun-) or the metal pyramid itself was Astarion’s face.
I took on the challenge at creating the two and within 2 days here they both are!
Should I draw the trickster as a cute cursed Emoji? Or someone else?
Twelfth Killer Design: The Clown
Role: Pastry chef
Nickname backstory: Jeffrey was a collector of many things; rocks, feathers, coins and even cards. Ever since he was younger, he always had a problem with collecting things and putting them on display. Since he was a jock during his high school days, he wasn’t ever bullied; especially since nobody knew about his collecting obsession. One day, he made a fool of himself and dropped a bunch of cards that were in his backpack, this leading him to be the laughing stock of the whole school. Everyday, there would be people who would trip him so they could see what was in his bag that day. Of course, Jeffrey grew tired of it and dropped out of school. But instead of peace, his nickname “The Clown” grew popular and he was named that ever since.
An early Spooky month tribute 😊🎃👻 So I saw this little baby bib and I could say no to drawing little Orson in it ( He's a year old here). So the idea behind this is that I imagine when Julie , with Alison by her side were out and about getting a few more things for Spooky season to decorate the house. As their shopping Alison finds this adorable little bib and shows it to Julie and she is all "aww, that is so cute and I would look adorable on Orson". Later on that night, back at her grandparents place, she dressed up little Orson and put the little bib Alison found on him. Then when she sat him up right up against his pillow, Jules stood there being all... "Aww, doesn't mummy's little boy look precious", Orson of course would've just made this cute little happy baby babble noise. Then minutes later someone had returned home, sneaking in through the back door- of course Orson knew who it was... it was his dad, none other than Michael himself- he'd dropped in to see his son before he went out killing. When he saw his tiny son, he picked him up holding him there in his arms, he noticed the bib, when he read what it said he smiled a little, he thought it was cute and after all it was Orson's first Halloween 🎃 And a bonus, A cute lil doodle of Michael just awing at his adorable son :3
“Julie Osteen and Orson belong to me !!!!”
@stokcd said: But Hadestown goes so hard
IT GOES SO HARD and I have been actually crying about it for days. But it doesn’t seem like there’s an active fandom. I want to make fan art and draw stuff about H*des and P*rsephone, but is there even an audience for it? TwT