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🍑 HORROR MOVIE QUOTES

“I live in the weak, in the wounded”

“I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work”

“They will say that I have shed innocent blood, what’s blood for if not for shedding?”

“I just can’t take no pleasure in killing. Just some things you gotta do, don’t mean you have to like it”

“I’m your number one fan”

“We all go a little mad sometimes”

“I like to dissect girls”

“You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured?”

“Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? It’s fear”

“Have you checked the children?”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep”

“Be afraid, be very afraid”

“They mostly come at night, mostly”

“We’re gonna die out here”

“It’s alive, watching, waiting”

“It knows what scares you”

“Seven days”

“You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish!”

“Everyone’s entitled to one good scare”

“What an excellent day for an exorcism”

“I am the eater of worlds, and of children!”

“The bogeyman is real, and you found him”

“We have such sights to show you”

“Join us!”

“Sometimes – dead is better”

“Look at me, ( name )! It’s all for you!”

“You sick fucks have seen one too many movies”

“Look at what you did to him!”

“When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth”

“You’re gonna need a bigger boat”

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding –”

“I’m sorry ( name ), I’m afraid I can’t do that”

“They’re all gonna laugh at you!”

“I see dead people”

“Redrum”

“We accept her, one of us!”

“Darling, light of my life! I’m not gonna hurt ya – I’m just gonna bash your brains in!”

“I’ll kill you all! I’ll drive you crazy, then I’ll kill you all!”

“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver”

“Oh yes, there will be blood”

“What have you done to its eyes!”

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@atmosphereofevil 🖤

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It was just like any other night, the weather perfect to have fun. To Aleera it meant a easier prey to feast on. And so she selected a gentle and unsuspecting man, who took a liking towards Aleera. Luring the man into her web of temptation with her beauty and the pretense of needing assistance. Her initial feelings of pity for the man were quickly overtaken by delight, knowing the fear she will soon instill in him.

“You know, we could take this alleyway right here. It will lead us to my apartment much faster. Trust me, it’s a shortcut. I take this path everyday so it’s fine. Besides I have my Prince Charming right here to protect me from danger right?” Such compliment easily cemented the man to follow her through.

As she guides him through the dark alleyway, the man’s trust is betrayed, and Aleera revels in mocking him for his naivety. The moment she strikes, her claws leave a bloody mark upon his neck, and she savors the sight of his life’s essence splattering on her her enjoyment of the act emphasizes her sadism.

The sick joy she derives from giving her victims false hope was like an itch she could not ignore.

“You see, my dear, I am feeling particularly generous tonight. I’ll offer you a choice. You can try to run, and if you somehow manage to escape this alleyway, I’ll grant you your pitiful life.” Aleera shakes her finger in a taunting manner, “But don’t think it’ll be that easy. It’s a game, you see, and the odds aren’t in your favor. So, run, run as far as you can, and we’ll see if fate favors you tonight.”

The man’s desperate attempt to escape is met with further cruelty as Aleera playfully slashes his back, each wound deepening his terror. Licking the blood that dripped down her fingers, relishing in the taste before singing in a melodic tone,

“Can you hear the rhythm of your fear? Your heart’s song, a melody of desperation, plays on. The faster it beats, the closer I draw, each note a reminder of your fate. So dance, my sweet, dance to the tune of your own doom, for I am near.”

Sadly the man could no longer run, his body had given up. Falling upon the cold ground of defeat. The chilling final moments, were seen of Aleera kneeling before the dying man as she smiles, with those fangs ready to sink into him.

“You were so close. I truly did have some hope for you. But there’s no need for fear now. In this final moment, it’s just you and I.”

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𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 | 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚

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Commission for @leatherfaceologist

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A bride recently asked me to make her a necklace for her wedding that looked like a fancy throat slash. This was a really fun project.

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St. Elmo’s Fire

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girls after saying they don't give a fuck

(she gives a fuck)

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Megan's gaze was drawn to a photograph of beautiful, vibrant wildflowers that adorned the wall of their cozy living space. She couldn't help but be amazed at Maria's uncanny ability to spot and capture the most unique and captivating subjects through her lens. A hint of admiration in her eyes, Megan playfully commented, "Maria, your eyes must be like camera lenses; you always find things others can't."

She couldn't resist a mischievous nudge to Maria's side, her smirk indicating she had something on her mind. "You know, maybe that boy in your photography class has a crush on you," she teased, referring to the budding romance that had sparked during their trip. Megan admired Maria's talent, acknowledging that when it came to photography, Maria was the standout. Sometimes, Megan wished she had that kind of artistic gift, but she understood that everyone was unique in their own way. She just hadn't quite discovered her own uniqueness yet.

Megan grinned at Maria's suggestion and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. "That's a wonderful idea! I'm definitely down for a photography trip," she declared. "And I'll bring snacks, of course. After all, genius-level talent deserves some brain fuel."

"Maria," Megan began with excitement, "have you already picked out a location for our next photography trip? You know, it's summertime, and that means the flowers will be in full bloom. I can imagine the stunning shots we could capture with all those vibrant colors around us." Megan's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she thought about the potential for their upcoming adventure, a chance to immerse herself in the beauty of nature and perhaps discover a part of herself she had yet to acknowledge.

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A disagreement? Maria can't help but find herself misjudging the harshness of Megan's previous snapping; it seemed like quite a change in character for it to be caused by a mere 'disagreement'. Maria knows, or believes she knows, that Megan is downplaying it, likely in an attempt to push Maria's attention off of it, to keep her friend from worrying.

While it certainly does not quell her anxieties, Maria pretends that the meiosis is successful, even going so far as to pull her lips into an innocent, clueless smile. If Megan wishes to downplay whatever it was that troubled her, Maria wasn't going to intrude. She knew her boundaries - and, frankly, didn't particularly want to get snapped at again.

The brunette's eyes flick over to the dripping pictures clipped on a line, and she nods her head, forcefully reassuring herself, aiming to rub off that reassurance on her guest.

"Well; it's going well," she answers, tracing the corner of one photo with her thumb, watching the way that the reflected light glides along the slick surface. The photo of interest contains a field of yellow and red wildflowers, the back of the photo still clean, though once it dries, it's likely to be victim to the needless scrawlings of details that have a tendency to show up on the backs of most of Maria's collection.

Photos are a way to preserve memories, moments in time that may be lost in the turmoil of everyday stress. Photos tell a story, a second-long story contained in the flash of a camera, and photos are a portal on their own. But reminders help; a quick note on the type of flower, what time of day the squirrel was spotted, what trail the photo was taken on. Photos are memories, shared. Shown to more than those who were there in the moment; joined with an onlooker's memory, a communicable past.

Tapping the still-damp film with her finger, her smile grows more genuine, tracing the shape of the field, the splashes of color where the red and the yellow fight for territory. "Took it last week. About a mile or so off campus. A boy in my photography class mentioned it, even offered to take me there," she chuckles, oblivious to any implications of the offer, "but I had some time off work, so I decided to go. Maybe I could take you there sometime. Take more pictures."

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“Shake thyself from the dust; and arise” ⚰️

Photography by Iulia Iepure

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I envision Aleera's approach to catching her prey as a carefully orchestrated and seductive game. She doesn't just pounce on her victims; she lures them into a web of desire and danger.

Aleera chooses her prey with precision, often selecting individuals with a strong-willed and confident demeanor. She begins by subtly seducing them, using her irresistible charm and allure. As the prey becomes more captivated, they find themselves willingly drawn into her world.

She might tease and play with them, allowing them to believe they have a chance to escape. It’s a carefully choreographed dance of temptation and torment. Her sadistic pleasure comes not only from the act of feeding but from the psychological torment she inflicts.

Ultimately, when her prey is at their most vulnerable, when they’ve given in to her completely, she strikes with a mix of ecstasy and cruelty. This headcanon emphasizes Aleera’s ability to manipulate and dominate her victims while reveling in the power dynamic of the hunt.

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Aleera  ᅳ Van Helsing  ᅳ Inferno

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Elena Anaya as Aleera

Van Helsing (2004)

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Jack had just left a raucous party and was now behind the wheel, intoxicated and not in the best condition to be driving. The booming music in his car was both a soundtrack to the night and a strange kind of fuel, keeping him awake as he navigated the dimly lit roads. The moon’s radiant glow managed to pierce through the occasional wisps of clouds, casting an eerie light on the asphalt beneath.

Amidst the late-night drive, Jack’s thoughts drifted to his past, old memories surfacing unexpectedly. Lost in his reverie, he failed to notice he had taken a wrong turn until it was too late. His car bumped into another vehicle, and Jack had to swerve frantically to avoid colliding with a pole. Groaning from the impact, he emerged from his dented car, realizing the true culprit was his own reckless driving. With a sense of guilt, he approached the other vehicle, sincerely apologizing for the mishap and explaining it was entirely unintentional.

Jack, still reeling from the unexpected accident, turned to Felix with a sincere and apologetic tone. "I'm so sorry, man," he began, his words laced with regret. "I didn't mean to crash into you. It was a mistake, completely unintentional." He then continued, earnestly pleading, "I'd be really grateful if you didn't call the cops. I just... I don't want to face a lockup again, you know?" The vulnerability in his voice was apparent, and he went on to add, "I'd do anything to avoid that."

Finally, Jack decided to share his name with Felix in a gesture of openness, "I'm Jack, by the way. So, if there's anything we can work out without getting the authorities involved, please let me know. I'll make things right."