That cat is in red and ready to stab 🩸

The sky grey and gloomy in the clouds stuck in a forever storm look with no evidence that it would ever rain. Somehow, the crows fit amongst it with the symbol the crows carried.

A tiny squeak sounded out. Toaster tucked himself away in the crimson robe's pocket. He was sound asleep. Looking around Dani saw the tiniest critter next to his heavy black combat boots.

Watching as the critter raised it miniature claws up, Dani squatted next to it before picking it up. The critter had an adorable bow tied around itself neck which caused an enormous smile to spread across his face only to be covered by the iconic Ghostface mask complete with cat ears.

He continued to talk as he untied the ribbon, "Since you look like Ritz Cracker..."

Her started fixing the bow back into a neat one, much like the ribbons in Danny Jr’s hair, "I'll call you Mini Ritz!" He looked at the small critter's bow and then at her before snuggling her close.

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David walks into the camp looking defeated, cradling a big lump of something his jacket. A tiny outline wriggles inside of the fabric, pushing its way to the top before fumbling back down towards his elbow. He repositioned his grip a little bit to keep them from falling, and for a split second you could see a small kitten mewing at him.

Tiny claws on tinier paws poked their way out of the top near his fingers, trying to pull him towards their mouths. His eyes are tinted slightly red like he was ill, and he’s blinking back tears his body was trying to force from him. He appears to be agitated.

Jed watched the man stumbled into camp carrying an unusual cargo alongside with him. To his surprise, a kitten popped its head out of the bundle. Was this place really that cruel to bring something so small here?

The man himself looked rough. Eyes red, agitated body language, and evidence that he was holding back tears.

Though Jed had no place questioning the man nor did he even know him, he decided to approach. Many of the other survivors had helped him with the transition here and saved his life countless times. So he would try to be of some use

“Fuckin’ allergies, who the fuck came up with that anyway,” he mutters defensively, answering the question he hadn’t been asked, that being; Why are you crying?

He sniffles like a dying elephant as another tiny fur ball starts creeping out of his grasp, threatening to fall out of his arms.

“Where’s the astronaut? The one with the orange cat? That’s a girl cat, right?”

Jed watched as more tiny bundles of fur appeared. His smile stretched across his face as they appeared. He adored felines.

The man had asked about an astronaut? Were there any of those here besides the dead ones where the large black alien lived? "Well I can't say I know of any astronauts besides the bodies of them on the weird planet place. I can help you look if you wish."

Ripley, that’s her name, he recalled under his breath, still thinking to himself.

As tears stream from his eyes, David pats the tree next to him as a guide before sitting down. “Fuckin’ hell, I can’t see anything…”

The adventurous kitten wriggles free from his arm, splatting its tiny body into the grass below with a mewl. King turns his head to the side to find it, but seems unable to identify where it’d gone. He gets close a few times, which only puts into perspective how tiny the fur-balls’ bodies were compared to his large, scarred hand. He could hold three or four of them at once if he so tried.

Jed reached into his pocket and pulled out tissues he had. "Here these may help a little with the the eye watering."

Jed let out a low laugh as the kitten dropped on to the ground with anything but grace of a cat. Bending down, he picked up the small creature. "Hello little one. Wouldn't you like to be with your friends instead of being all alone?" Jed cooed at the small feline.

The kittens were in surprisingly good shape, especially for someplace like the realms. Though their eyes were still firmly shut, they appeared healthy and didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives behind appearing so harmless. It wasn’t uncommon for creatures to suddenly turn about to be a trap for the survivor that dared show them sympathy, but this time seemed different.

“Take ‘em, just… don’t go too far. Don’t wanna forget where they went ‘n then have them turn up dead or something. Today is already fucked up enough.”

David didn’t look like he’d been in trial at all “today” — or maybe he’d died and come back? — whatever happened.

Jed laughed, "Yeah this place is... different that's for sure. Didn't think I'd die so many times."

He was right though, this place was messed up. A whole different world or he guess the body of a god like creature.

Ohh yeah it's pride month! Silly me! Happy Pride Month from all of us and Mikey!🐈‍⬛

((Ooc:// seriously though happy pride month to everyone! Be proud and be loud! Especially my bestie and my life long partner @da-da-dannyjohnson! I love you girl and am so thankful to have you in my life beautiful ❤️))

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you

"You need a hug?"

"Need me to kiss it better?"

"Need me to do that for you?"

"Have you been sleeping okay?"

"I'll handle this, you go sit down."

"I'm here for you, no matter what."

"Look at me, look at me… it's okay."

"You getting cold? Need a blanket?"

"They did what?? I'll get the shovel."

"You're burning up, do you feel okay?"

"Nope, sit back down, You're not okay."

"No, don't put yourself down like that…"

"I'm going to bring you something to eat."

"Don't worry, I remembered the band-aids."

"It's okay to cry, I'm not going to judge you."

"Of course I care about you, why wouldn't I?"

"You're enough. You've always been enough."

"Of course you can get a cuddle, come here!"

"You shouldn't let them talk to you like that…"

"I brought you some tea for your sore throat."

"You're okay. You're totally okay. Deep breath."

"Please just listen to me and take it easy today."

"Are you doing okay? You seem really stressed?"

"Everything's gonna be okay, I'll make sure of it."

"C'mon, let's get you to bed. You look exhausted."

"Hey, if you ever need anything, call me. I mean it."

"Don't worry, I'll cover this. You can buy next time."

"I brought you something to eat. You looked hungry."

"Hey, deep breath. It's not as big and bad as it seems."

"Do you need me to fight them for you? Because I will."

"I'll be a shoulder to cry on, however literally you need."

"You getting too warm? Need something cold to drink?"

"Brought some more tissues and snacks, feeling any better?"

"You're overextending yourself, don't you think? Let me help."

"I believe in you. You can do this. And I'll be right behind you."

"I'll take care of everything. Your only job is getting better, alright?"

"I saw these at the store and remembered you really liked them, so…"

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's not a burden looking after you."

"You're gonna give me grey hairs, making me worry about you like this."

"You're doing your best. I'm not going to ask any more of you than that."

"You don't need to prove yourself to me. I already know you're amazing."

"I don't need you looking after me, I need you to worry about yourself, okay?"

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David walks into the camp looking defeated, cradling a big lump of something his jacket. A tiny outline wriggles inside of the fabric, pushing its way to the top before fumbling back down towards his elbow. He repositioned his grip a little bit to keep them from falling, and for a split second you could see a small kitten mewing at him.

Tiny claws on tinier paws poked their way out of the top near his fingers, trying to pull him towards their mouths. His eyes are tinted slightly red like he was ill, and he’s blinking back tears his body was trying to force from him. He appears to be agitated.

Jed watched the man stumbled into camp carrying an unusual cargo alongside with him. To his surprise, a kitten popped its head out of the bundle. Was this place really that cruel to bring something so small here?

The man himself looked rough. Eyes red, agitated body language, and evidence that he was holding back tears.

Though Jed had no place questioning the man nor did he even know him, he decided to approach. Many of the other survivors had helped him with the transition here and saved his life countless times. So he would try to be of some use

“Fuckin’ allergies, who the fuck came up with that anyway,” he mutters defensively, answering the question he hadn’t been asked, that being; Why are you crying?

He sniffles like a dying elephant as another tiny fur ball starts creeping out of his grasp, threatening to fall out of his arms.

“Where’s the astronaut? The one with the orange cat? That’s a girl cat, right?”

Jed watched as more tiny bundles of fur appeared. His smile stretched across his face as they appeared. He adored felines.

The man had asked about an astronaut? Were there any of those here besides the dead ones where the large black alien lived? "Well I can't say I know of any astronauts besides the bodies of them on the weird planet place. I can help you look if you wish."

Ripley, that’s her name, he recalled under his breath, still thinking to himself.

As tears stream from his eyes, David pats the tree next to him as a guide before sitting down. “Fuckin’ hell, I can’t see anything…”

The adventurous kitten wriggles free from his arm, splatting its tiny body into the grass below with a mewl. King turns his head to the side to find it, but seems unable to identify where it’d gone. He gets close a few times, which only puts into perspective how tiny the fur-balls’ bodies were compared to his large, scarred hand. He could hold three or four of them at once if he so tried.

Jed reached into his pocket and pulled out tissues he had. "Here these may help a little with the the eye watering."

Jed let out a low laugh as the kitten dropped on to the ground with anything but grace of a cat. Bending down, he picked up the small creature. "Hello little one. Wouldn't you like to be with your friends instead of being all alone?" Jed cooed at the small feline.

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David walks into the camp looking defeated, cradling a big lump of something his jacket. A tiny outline wriggles inside of the fabric, pushing its way to the top before fumbling back down towards his elbow. He repositioned his grip a little bit to keep them from falling, and for a split second you could see a small kitten mewing at him.

Tiny claws on tinier paws poked their way out of the top near his fingers, trying to pull him towards their mouths. His eyes are tinted slightly red like he was ill, and he’s blinking back tears his body was trying to force from him. He appears to be agitated.

Jed watched the man stumbled into camp carrying an unusual cargo alongside with him. To his surprise, a kitten popped its head out of the bundle. Was this place really that cruel to bring something so small here?

The man himself looked rough. Eyes red, agitated body language, and evidence that he was holding back tears.

Though Jed had no place questioning the man nor did he even know him, he decided to approach. Many of the other survivors had helped him with the transition here and saved his life countless times. So he would try to be of some use

“Fuckin’ allergies, who the fuck came up with that anyway,” he mutters defensively, answering the question he hadn’t been asked, that being; Why are you crying?

He sniffles like a dying elephant as another tiny fur ball starts creeping out of his grasp, threatening to fall out of his arms.

“Where’s the astronaut? The one with the orange cat? That’s a girl cat, right?”

Jed watched as more tiny bundles of fur appeared. His smile stretched across his face as they appeared. He adored felines.

The man had asked about an astronaut? Were there any of those here besides the dead ones where the large black alien lived? "Well I can't say I know of any astronauts besides the bodies of them on the weird planet place. I can help you look if you wish."

-this character is portrayed as having DID-

*(I strive to protray DID as accurately as possible and I am always open to suggestions and education on the topic)*

Everyone knows the story of The Ghostface. A revered serial killer who preyed upon the innocent of every town they set out to terrorize by night and by day a journalist who wrote articles on the murders they committed. However, everyone knows that story already. So let’s do this one more time shall we but with a little bit of a…twist. What if we told you that there were actually two Ghostfaces and one reporter? No this story is not like the Scream movies either where there are two separate bodies dressed as Ghostface either. 

Hello, we are both The Ghostface and the journalist. Our names are Dani Johnson, Danny Johson, Daniella, and Jed Olsen. However, you can just call us The Ghostface. The Entity has been one hell of a host to us here in the fog. We made ourselves right at home here in the fog with all the fresh meat available to us. 

Why don’t you stay and chat for a while? We do love a good intrigue, that is, friend. Chatting gives us good intel now doesn’t it? After all, how are we to make the perfect design without getting to know our victims first?

RULES (A MUST READ IF YOU ARE TO INTERACT)

1) RP is open

2) asks are open

3) OCs are welcome!

4) DMs are open! I love suggestions too so please let me know if you have one!

5) 18+ please

6) please read: Meet the Alters: Dani, Danny, Jed, and Danny Jr., Daniella prior to interact with this account as this Ghostface is a system (Danny is the only one who will interact with Felix Ritcher accounts)

7) all alters are 21+ except Danny Jr who is a little. If you are uncomfortable with interacting with under 18+ muse(s) she will not be used in our RP. If it is not in your intro please let me know before interacting

8) no NSFW, mun is uncomfortable writing NSFW. Rules updated 5/13/2026. Muns is a SA survivor please don't mention in RP before asking as it brings up unnecessary trauma for me and anxiety

9) The Ghostface has an established relationship with Micheal Myers, all others will be an AU tagged accordingly

10) Dani's nicknames for everyone

Mun is 18+ and works as a vet assistant/is in vet school! I have 16 cats, 5 dogs, 4 rats, and 2 mice plus I foster all the time. I am busy a lot but I always get back to you no matter what!

I have anxiety, ADHD, and depression. I also go through compassion fatigue alot due to my job and animal welfare. Please understand that I may be slow or there will be days I don't respond at all because of this.

#thatcatghostinred- general tag for most role plays

#Dani johnson- if Dani is fronting

#Danny johnson- if Danny is fronting

#Jed Olsen- if jed is fronting

#Daniella Jackson- if Daniella is fronting

#Danny jr- if Danny jr is fronting

#au|| bloody priest- Dead prince daylight au

#TheGreatOutdoors- outside the fog

#ghostmyers- The Ghostface × Michael Myers

#au || withoutmystalker- Au open for sfw

#take a looksie- other people's awesome art

Dividers by @sister-lucifer

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David walks into the camp looking defeated, cradling a big lump of something his jacket. A tiny outline wriggles inside of the fabric, pushing its way to the top before fumbling back down towards his elbow. He repositioned his grip a little bit to keep them from falling, and for a split second you could see a small kitten mewing at him.

Tiny claws on tinier paws poked their way out of the top near his fingers, trying to pull him towards their mouths. His eyes are tinted slightly red like he was ill, and he’s blinking back tears his body was trying to force from him. He appears to be agitated.

Jed watched the man stumbled into camp carrying an unusual cargo alongside with him. To his surprise, a kitten popped its head out of the bundle. Was this place really that cruel to bring something so small here?

The man himself looked rough. Eyes red, agitated body language, and evidence that he was holding back tears.

Though Jed had no place questioning the man nor did he even know him, he decided to approach. Many of the other survivors had helped him with the transition here and saved his life countless times. So he would try to be of some use

a series of randomly assorted headcanon questions for character development. feel free to adjust or expand on any questions when sending and specify muse if you're sending to a multi.

The sky grey and gloomy in the clouds stuck in a forever storm look with no evidence that it would ever rain. Somehow, the crows fit amongst it with the symbol the crows carried.

A tiny squeak sounded out. Toaster tucked himself away in the crimson robe's pocket. He was sound asleep. Looking around Dani saw the tiniest critter next to his heavy black combat boots.

Watching as the critter raised it miniature claws up, Dani squatted next to it before picking it up. The critter had an adorable bow tied around itself neck which caused an enormous smile to spread across his face only to be covered by the iconic Ghostface mask complete with cat ears.