𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗠𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦 {Parody}

ᴋᴜᴍɪᴋᴏ ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ.

ᴀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴋɪɴᴀᴡᴀ.

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ.

ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ ᴋᴀɪ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ.

𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬.

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🎪 yₒᵤ'ₗₗ fₗₒaₜ ₜ͟ₒ͟ₒ͟ ׅ ⎖ 🤡

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ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝖆͟𝖕͟𝖕͟𝖊͟𝖙͟𝖎͟𝖙͟𝖊͟、

⠀ ㅤ𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 ׅ ׅ ׅ
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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

An original character crafted for various horror verses. 21. Vampire. Monica’s younger sister, plotting her revenge one cold, calculated move at a time. Written by #𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞.

♡ + ↺

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘚 𝘜𝘕𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘌𝘙.
〝 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙊 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙀. 〞
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❝When you fear me, I love you;

when you cower, I draw near to protect you; I will always protect you, I will always watch you.

Your blindness is my omniscience; your weakness, my omnipotence.

Until the day you die. Until the day you die...❞

— ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ

#CreepypastaRP | #HorrorRP | #MVRP

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𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈 ͟𝑎͟𝑚͟ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
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𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑜.ᐟ

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡.ᐟ

Jeremy Taylor - The newest 🌟 at Topanga Karate. Old soul. Preshipped.

It's your Gal, #Gᴀʟᴜꜱᴄᴀ

RT & ❤️

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all i wanna do is come running home to you.

rp/parody account for barry allen from cw the flash. may contain darker themes. written by hallion. admin is 28

"𝙾𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚎!"

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐍𝐔𝐓

𝟐𝟑, 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖗. 𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖘. 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗, 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞. 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞/𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗.

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❝ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 . . . ❞

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳

𝘛𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥

𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳..

Michael gave her a slow nod, breathing softly underneath his mask. Once again, his eyes weren't leaving hers while he remained where he stood. His shoulders slowly rise and fall as he breathed.

Michael slowly rose a hand, and gave a wave at her in return. Slowly, the hand returned back to his side.

Michael slightly tilts his head back up, mainly out of curiosity. Why was she mimicking him, his soft breathing was muffled due to his mask. His eyes didn't leave her.

the door behind him with his right hand. His left one drew out the knife from the left pocket of his coveralls, the next thing that could be heard from within the house were screams of horror, agony and pain. Necks being cracked, flesh being stabbed along with someone being violently strangled.

Michael silently kept walking, carefully glancing around before he turned to his left. Making his way towards a house that was one home away from Richie's, and snuck through the back door. Which he found out it was unlocked, bad notion for the owner as he opened the door. Then crept inside, closing-

Michael silently stared back, slowly tilting his head to the right.

❝ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 . . . ❞

Michael tilted his head towards the right, his obscured eyes were never leaving Richie inside the house. Silently breathing underneath his mask before turning to where he originally face, and returned walking. Slow, deliberate as his hands still remained at his sides.

Michael silently turned his head to the left while he stood outside within the cold, cloudy and biting winter weather. His obscured and dark eyes watched him behind the window as he looked through his mask, his bloodied hands remained at his side before his body turned to the house's direction.

Michael slowly tilted his head to the right, his shadowed eyes underneath the mask were looking directly at her. He was silently watching from within the shadows of the backyard to someone's home, as evident by his hands being covered with blood along with his knife. He made a visit to them, prior.

wood creaked and groaned from underneath him. The Shape slowly turned his head towards the direction of the room the sound came from, and carefully made his way towards the door. His muffled breathing growing heavy.

Michael silently glanced around the house, his soft breathing came from underneath the mask as he moved away from Eric. He heard a phone vibrating somewhere in the house, slowly the shape began walking out of Eric's room and headed towards the direction of the sound. His footsteps were heavy as the-

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⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ,
⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 .ᐟ
⠀⠀ ⠀ #BSKYRP x #CHRISTMAS

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|| Setsuna Kurobara ||

🎯 Beauty that kills without mercy🎯

•descriptive/literate writer
•21+ •mdni
•dark themes involved
•multiship
•mv/au/oc