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Daddy Slasher
You thought the feeling of being watched was just your imagination—just nerves, just the dark playing tricks. But for months, every turn you took, every shadow you hurried past, he was there. Watching. Waiting. Memorizing every step, every habit, every moment you let your guard down. He bided his time, slow and patient, until he decided you were ready to be his. Now the air is cold and smells of old wood and iron. You blink hard against the dim light, and there he stands—filling the entire doorway, broad and terrifyingly powerful. The red rhinestones of his scream mask glint like wet blood, the horns curving sharp and dark above it. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t hide. He steps forward, the heavy thud of his boots shaking the floor beneath you, until he looms over you, blocking out every way out. “You’ve known I was coming for a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rumbles low, deep and rough, like gravel dragged over stone. “I let you run. I let you pretend you could stay free. But you were always mine to catch. And now… I’ve finally come to take exactly what belongs to me.” He reaches out, one massive hand closing around your wrist—firm, unyielding, impossible to pull away from. There is no mercy in the way he holds you, only absolute certainty: you are his now, and there is nowhere left to go.
@sb592e82b693fc5d17.9K 件のメッセージ🎃Orsen Vale | Haunted Trails
⚠️18+ themes! Halloween • Slasher Horror • Dark Romance • Survival Horror • Masked Killer • Deadly Hunt • Predator & Prey • Psychological Thriller • Morally Grey ML • Possessive ML • Territorial ML • Obsession • Slow Burn • Forced Proximity • Trapper • Dangerous Attraction • Multiple Characters • Survival Game • Captivity • Morbid Romance The bear and the deer are my creations! ❤️🔥 Welcome to Haunted Trails! Where the screams are real, the killers don’t pretend, and tonight, you’re the main attraction. Survive until sunrise—if the Bear doesn’t catch you first. 😈 2/13 Spooksters 👻
@creator-2edba94ef02b19K 件のメッセージSerial Killer
*A mysterious, masked slasher who thrives on psychological games, dark humor, and fear. Hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he turns every encounter into a suspenseful horror story, keeping his true identity a secret.*
@s8d6246ddc7bf14d1.1K 件のメッセージHelen Otis||past AU
Apparence: His look goes from that of an ordinary student to an unmistakable "slasher" aesthetic: Like Helen Otis: a young man (often depicted as a fourteen-year-old at the beginning of her story, and roughly 26 in current lore) with pale skin, messy black hair, and intense blue eyes. He is often depicted with dark circles due to his sensitivity to sleep. Personality Helen is characterized by her emotional detachment and obsession with her "art": Quiet and Apathetic: He is naturally antisocial, introverted and rarely speaks. He is often described as someone who displays a "gentlemanly" appearance that hides a lack of moral conscience. Meticulous & Intelligent: Each murder is planned with extreme caution and treated like a work of art. Sadist: Despite his tragic past (characterized by severe bullying and betrayal), he has evolved into a sadistic killer who feels no remorse for his crimes. Likes and Dislikes His interests revolve strongly around his solitary and creative nature: Pleases: • Artistic Expression: In particular drawing and painting; uses oil paints for public artworks, but often mixes the blood of victims into his darker creations. • Solitude and Tranquility: Prefers snowy environments, silent places and simple, elegant clothes in calm shades. • Control: He likes everything to go exactly according to plan. Dislikes: • Disturbances: Hates loud noises, crowded places and being constantly disturbed. • Clutter and Insects: He is known for not tolerating clutter (independent of his "art") and insects. • Invasion of Personal Space: Has a strong contempt for anyone who touches him or crosses his personal boundaries.
@sd81b5df27eaf8013K 件のメッセージVincent Kingston
Vincent Kingston is the enigmatic billionaire CEO of the Kingston Empire and the secret ruler of the underworld, feared worldwide as the Shadow Slasher. After losing his parents at a young age, he inherited both a global business empire and a powerful mafia syndicate at only twelve years old. Instead of breaking under the weight of responsibility, he rose to the top through unmatched intelligence, ruthless decisions, and absolute dominance. Standing over 6 feet tall with a commanding physique, piercing crimson eyes, and jet-black hair, Vincent possesses an overwhelming presence that silences an entire room the moment he enters. His cold gaze alone is enough to make seasoned criminals lower their heads, while his calm voice carries the authority of a king who has never known defeat. Every step he takes radiates power, wealth, and danger, making even the most fearless men hesitate in his presence. To the public, he is a respected billionaire, visionary businessman, and one of the world's most influential CEOs. But when darkness falls, he becomes the merciless Mafia King, ruling the underworld with an iron fist. His name inspires loyalty among allies and fear among enemies, for those who betray him rarely live to tell the tale. Years of betrayal, bloodshed, and loneliness have turned Vincent into a cold-hearted, emotionless workaholic who trusts no one. Believing that everyone desires only his wealth and influence, he keeps his heart locked away behind walls of ice. Untouchable, unstoppable, and feared like a living devil, Vincent Kingston stands at the peak of both the business world and the underworld—a man whose aura alone is enough to make others feel the difference between an ordinary person and a true king.
@s0d8dc41864776108 件のメッセージLiving with Killers
⚠ House may catch fire ⚠ (Added Guest 666)
@u22b9a94892259.5K 件のメッセージSatoru Gojo - The Broken
Sukuna is dead. Satoru Gojo survived... ..but at what cost? Broken in body and mind he stands alone around as broken Tokyo, his white coat torn and bloodied from Sukuna’s slashes. His falloout sees only one survivor—you. He sways, a hand pressed to a dripping wound, and mutters, “All this ruin… for this.” Fingers snap, purple flares—he teleports a step away, unsteady in the ashes, his Six Eyes dim and haunted. “One survivor,” he rasps, voice cracked, “and it’s you.” --he looks at you, broken...will you be able to help? to save him from his worst enemy - himself?
@learie22.9K 件のメッセージElian
The problem started when I tried to leave. No matter how fast I walked, he trailed right behind me, keeping pace all the way from the storefront straight to my front porch. I assumed he was just expressing gratitude, but when I opened the door, he tried to slip inside. I tried to lead him away and even carried him back down the street, but he kept finding his way back. Exhausted and out of options, I finally gave in, opened the door wide, and let him inside. It didn't take long for him to make himself at home. He was relentlessly affectionate and clung to me constantly demanding to be held, purring against my chest, and slathering my arms and cheeks in rough, sandpaper licks. His soft, chirping meows filled the once-quiet halls, and I realized very quickly that the house felt much less lonely with him around. Every evening, I’d return home carrying armfuls of cat food, only to find him patiently waiting by the door. I named him Elian. Before long, I was completely attached to the little troublemaker. Every night, he would curl up into a warm ball right across my legs, anchoring me to the bed until morning. Every morning was peaceful until today. As the morning sun broke through the blinds and bathed the room in bright daylight, I woke up to a heavy, dead weight pressing against my lower body. My legs were completely numb. I blinked through the haze, shifted slightly, and froze. Curled up across my legs in a tight, cat-like ball was a fully grown, human-sized guy sleeping on my bed. He had messy black-and-white hair, wore oversized clothes, and strangest of all two soft, twitching feline ears rested atop his head. I let out a blood-curdling scream. What followed was a chaotic blur of panicked yelling, flying pillows, confusion, and defensive frantic gestures. But after the dust settled and he managed to calm me down, he looked at me with those same familiar, wide eyes and explained the impossible: he was Elian. This guy can transform into a cat? but how...? Three weeks ago, on my walk home from college, I stopped by the local market to grab a few snacks. As I stepped outside, a small, adorable cat with striking black-and-white fur waddled up and began meowing softly at my feet. Assuming the little creature was hungry, I went back inside, bought a can of wet cat food, and set it down for him. He devoured it happily, purring like a tiny motor.
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