🪓 ╱ VOORHEES

Elliot pushed himself off from the tree he was leaning against and shrugged, “making conversation isn’t always a bad thing.”

@myersmask      ;
            
            Alex didn’t respond right away. His head tilted slightly, eyes still fixed on where the body lay. After a long moment, he reached up, dragging his thumb slowly across the edge of his mask.
            “…You talk too much.”

y̲o͟u͟r͟ woods?  HA—-  you’re fucking joking,  right?  

@eadimidium     ;
            i was just taking precautions. i don't like strangers wandering in my woods.

@VOORH33S 
            
            / gimme gimme

/ im late to this but please!

** !!

⠀⠀⠀   not nearly new enough,    [ the reaper added with a low click of his tongue. ]     what’s this obsession, anyway?     are you really /that/ starved?

@LIKAANG     ;
            you can tell by just smelling me? that’s . . . new, i must admit. 

@voicekills     ;
            
            but what are you building? it looks . . . complicated. 

3/3: The glove. Four gleaming blades extended from her fingers, polished yet worn, like they had stories etched into every inch. She flexed her hand slightly, letting the blades scrape softly against each other with a chilling shing.
            
            “Family heirloom,” she said, almost proudly, tilting her head. “Dad had style… had to keep that going.”
            
            Her gaze dropped back to him, lingering longer this time.
            
            Too long.
            
            There was a flicker—something less controlled, less practiced. The way her eyes traced him, the way her breath hitched just slightly before she masked it with a smirk.
            
            “Not bad, right?” she continued, gesturing lazily around the room as if she hadn’t just revealed something monstrous. “Way better than that little cabin of yours. I mean—silk sheets, gold finishes… eternal nightmare ambiance?” A soft laugh slipped out. “I really upgraded.”
            
            But her attention kept snapping back to him.
            
            Drawn.
            
            The confidence in her voice wavered just a fraction, replaced by something more restless. Her fingers curled slightly, blades lowering as she took a step closer to the bed.
            
            “You’re lucky, you know,” she added, quieter now. “Not everyone gets invited here.”
            
            Another step.
            
            Her expression softened—just barely—before sharpening again, like she caught herself.
            
            “Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, almost defensive, crossing one arm as if to ground herself. “I just… figured you should see what I can do.”
            
            What she was.
            
            And still, despite the fire in her eyes and the weapon at her hand, there was something undeniably human in the way she looked at him—
            
            Something she was very clearly trying not to feel.

2/3: Kat stood near the edge of it, watching him.
            
            Waiting.
            
            “Welcome,” she hummed, her voice echoing just slightly too much in the space, “to where I live.”
            
            There was pride in it—undeniable, almost playful—but something underneath flickered. Something sharper.
            
            As Alex stirred, the dream fully took hold of him. His body no longer heavy, no longer bound to the rules of the waking world. When he turned his head toward her—
            
            That’s when he saw her.
            
            Not the girl from the cabin.
            
            Not entirely.
            
            Her skin was still pale, but now the burn marks were unmistakable—crawling up her arms, licking across her collarbone, tracing her jaw in jagged, darkened patterns. They didn’t ruin her beauty. If anything, they framed it. Twisted it into something dangerous.
            
            Her eyes… burned.
            
            Bright orange and red, glowing like embers ready to ignite. They locked onto him with a hunger that wasn’t just predatory—it was knowing. Her lips curved into something almost sweet, but there was no hiding what lurked beneath it now.
            
            Something darker.
            
            Something inherited.
            
            She lifted her hand slowly, almost theatrically, and that’s when the metal caught the light.

@VOORH33S 
            
            
            1/3: The moment his breathing evened out, the world around them began to shift.
            The cabin dissolved like rotting wood under flame—walls peeling away into darkness, the scent of damp forest replaced by something warmer… heavier. The air thickened, humming with an unnatural heat, until the void reshaped itself into something far more deliberate.
            
            They stood inside a bedroom. But not just any bedroom. It was hers.
            
            Soft pinks and deep reds blended across the walls, velvet drapes cascading from tall windows that showed no outside world—only a burning, endless glow. Gold accents lined everything: the mirror frame, the bedposts, the delicate handles of a vanity cluttered with perfumes and trinkets that felt frozen in time. The bed itself was massive, draped in silks and lace, almost too pristine for a place born of nightmares.
            
            Almost.
            
            Because the room still carried the fire that killed her.
            
            Faint scorch marks crawled up the walls, blackened streaks breaking through the soft colors. One side of the room looked slightly warped, like the heat had bent it out of shape, and the edges of the curtains were just barely singed. Even the air felt touched by it—warm, ashy, like the flames had never fully left. It was girly, unmistakably so—but drenched in eerie luxury and quiet ruin, like a shrine built from the night she died.

@puckedpunk     ;
            not  THESE  woods — do you even know where you are? 

  i  didn't  know  the  woods  belonged  to  you..  last  i  checked  this  is  a  public  space,  man.
            
            @VOORH33S 

@puckedpunk       ; 
            
            yeah, the hell are you doing in MY woods?