#( SCREAM )

[8angel-of-small-death8]

"They tried to kill eachother!!" oh my godddd that was only a couple of timessss and they were literally flirtingggg shut uppppp

[angrycryptidd]

I just know they fucked nasty right after this

Don't repost

[punk-boy33]

just take this or ehatever

[wolfpeppersss]

Perspective Practice with the favs 🤑🔥

[feketeribizli]

WE NEVER FUCKING LOSE!!!!!!

[cupcait777]

boo! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

she’s been watching you, enjoying every second of your fear, and now she’s not letting you go. because you’re hers.

ghostface!natalie scatorccio x reader

it’s late—much later than you expected to be awake, but here you are. curled up on the couch, half-watching some random slasher flick, when you hear a faint creak from the hallway. a chill runs down your spine.

you shrug it off at first, thinking it’s just the house settling. but then the footsteps come again—soft, deliberate, just outside the living room.

you tense.

the door to the living room slowly cracks open, and a shadow fills the frame. for a moment, it’s like something out of the movie you were watching—the figure wearing the ghostface mask, standing still in the doorway. still as death.

your breath catches in your throat.

“who’s there?” you call out, voice trembling just a little more than you mean it to. no answer. just the soft sound of breathing, the mask hanging in the dim light like an omen.

you don’t move. you don’t speak again. your heart hammers in your chest, and you can feel the air growing thicker by the second.

the figure takes a slow step forward, then another, their heavy boots almost echoing in the silence. you swallow thickly, trying to control the panic rising in your chest, but it’s no use. you stand, cautiously, feeling the sweat stick to the back of your neck.

they’re getting closer.

“who are you?” you manage, though your voice shakes.

nothing.

they’re almost close enough for you to reach out and touch them, the sharp edge of the mask catching the light as it sways with every movement. you try not to look at it too long—too focused on the figure’s slow, deliberate approach.

the figure raises a knife, its sharp edge gleaming in the faint light of your living room. your breath hitches.

“no—” you start, taking a step back, heart racing faster now. they’re too close, too still. you instinctively put up your hands as if it will stop them from getting any closer.

but the figure just stands there, hovering over you, knife raised high in mock preparation to stab.

you flinch, instinctively closing your eyes.

and then—

the laugh.

it’s low, hushed, almost affectionate in a strange way. the tension in the room snaps like a twig. the mask tilts up just enough for you to catch the glimmer of a familiar smirk.

“what’s the matter, sweetheart? you thought i was going to hurt you?”

you blink, confused, before the figure suddenly pulls off the mask.

and there, standing in front of you, is natalie.

her lips curl up into a satisfied grin, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watches you, your breath still catching in your throat.

“natalie?” you whisper, a mix of confusion and disbelief flooding your system.

she steps closer, a hint of blood splattered across her cheek—dark and thick, a stark contrast to her pale skin. there’s a twisted joy in her eyes as she wipes it away with the back of her hand, not caring in the least.

“you should’ve seen your face,” she chuckles, the knife still loosely held in her other hand. “god, you were so scared. i could practically taste it.”

you stare at her, heart still racing. “what the hell, nat?” you manage, voice shaking. “you scared the shit out of me.”

she laughs again, dropping the knife onto the couch as if it’s nothing. “i love how easy it is to mess with you. you’re so jumpy, sweetheart.”

you watch, still too stunned to move, as she wipes the blood from her face, fingers lingering for a moment on the stain. “and you looked so beautiful, all terrified like that.” her voice drops, suddenly darker. “you liked it, didn’t you?”

there’s something intoxicating about the way she’s watching you—hungry, almost possessive. like she’s savoring this moment of control, watching you unravel under the weight of it.

"you… killed someone, didn’t you?" you finally ask, the realization settling in. the blood on her hands isn’t from the knife she’s holding.

"of course i did," she says with a nonchalant shrug. “but it’s not a big deal. you’re still alive, right?” she steps closer, reaching for you.

you take a hesitant step back, but something in her gaze keeps you rooted to the spot. there’s a strange mix of fear and… something else bubbling up inside you. you’re scared. you should be.

but a part of you, a twisted part, can’t help but feel… drawn to it.

“natalie…” you whisper, unsure if you want to run or lean into her. “why are you doing this?”

her grin widens. “because you’re mine now. and no one gets to scare you like i can.”

[angrycryptidd]

Stuilly keychains and some other stuff are up xo

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[eli-evermore]

I've always wondered why the cloak is glittery...

Scream (1996) dir. Wes Craven

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

Guess who watched Scream last night!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!!!😁😁😁😁

Closeups + bonus doodles

Silly little ghost doodles!!!!

[johncramerscancer]

i love the little "nope" stu says after billy asks "did norman bates have a motive?" like awww what a supportive boyfriend, cutey patootey

[dom-ghosty]

You going to be a good Ghosty's slut and help Ghosty find more naughty sluts?

[bledsomnia]

Random Billy’s for your troubles ?

[rose-bunny-28]

Stu Diary entry

June 13, 1989

Dear direy, Billy and i talked and he said i am very dumb. I think he has a crush on me.

I wanna hug him

Billy Diary entry

June 13, 1989

Dear notebook,

Stu is so dumb. Yet why do I always care what he thinks about me

I want him to hug me

[orawithouth]

Mickey x Derek?

Other versions:

Please congratulate me on how well I drew Mickey's teeth 💥💥💥

[outlandjam]

The void awaits