#{ &* Chucky ; Thread }

[brokehorrorfan]

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[notaplaceofhonour]

If I had a nickel for every time a legacy 80s horror franchise got a pretty good direct continuation as a TV series with a longer cumulative runtime than the rest of the series I’d have two nickels but it’s cool that it happened twice

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @thefinalgxrl

Chucky clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he stared down Nica. "Look at you. I'm almost proud. You're like a fucking roach. You just don't die." He took a step closer, really taking in the scene before him. "And look, now you can grow back limbs." Chucky gestured to her, holding his stomach with one hand as he let out a full belly laugh. "It's beautiful."

[demongemz]

@desastreorcalamite

Tiffany couldn’t help but fume when she noticed the mess that Chucky left behind she’d stayed up late cataloging all their inventory to ensure everything would be perfect for their opening the next day and instead of opening she was forced with a mess left behind by the idiot that claimed her love. “CHUCKY I SPENT HOURS ENSURING EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT AND YOU COULDN’T EVEN CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF?” She screamed at the man feeling the rage eat at her, it’d been a while since they’d killed anyone and his little stabs and insults were building up waiting for something this explosive. “I’ve done everything to ensure your fucking dream is possible and you can’t even do the one thing I asked you to do” She moved to grab something to chuck at his head. “Fucking Asshole, I should’ve listened to my mother about you”

[inxspacetime]

@cfgcdsandmcnsters

It wasn’t often that there was a particularly dull night in the apartment of killers - whether or not Chucky was present in the body currently sitting next to him. It didn’t matter if they were carrying out a plan concocted by the doll-possessor, or if he and the man’s captor were dealing with the aftermath, it went without saying that a calm moment for the household was pretty rare. So why were the plans of murder put on hold? Well, a few different things. That time was a particularly dry time as far as tourists went, the cops were sniffing around town for any leads, and really they were both still a bit banged up from their latest kills. So a rather innocent movie night was proposed as an alternative — besides, if anyone’s idle hands got too antsy, they could always order some takeout. He placed the bowl of popcorn onto the nearby coffee table, looking through the collection of movies he dug out from under his bed. “Jennifer Tilly’s the one you have it out for, right? Or was it Christina Ricci?” He inquired as he looked through titles, handing over the ones he was done with. 

[monstersunderneath]

@fragmcntdstars asked : “stay the hell away from me.” // nica to chucky

CHUCKY HAD BEEN SEARCHING ENDLESSLY FOR NICA EVER SINCE SHE'S FUCKED HIM OVER. no one gets away with fucking over chucky; he fucks them over !! and who has ever known chucky to let go of anything? no one can hold a grudge better than this old doll can and he was proud of it. he stayed in place as he held his knife, admiring the sharp blade for a brief but longing moment before looking at nica. “ and why the fuck would i do that, nica !? i've been looking all over for you and i've FINALLY found you. aren't you gonna give old chucky a big hug ? ” he stated with a maniacal laugh and pointing the tip of the blade towards her. he begins to step towards her, creeping in small footsteps but never taking his glued eyes off of her. she was unpredictable and a little crazy but wasn't that his own fault for driving her to that point? “ we both know i'm not leaving you the fuck alone until this is finished and i'm here to finish it, nica !! ”

[theirhorrorstories]

"Hey Zep..." Chucky said looking up at the girl entered the room. "I got ya somethin' today." He set the book he'd been reading down. IT by Steven King. A classic. He hopped down off the bed and pulled a bag out from under it. "Remember when we were in the Quarter a few weekends ago and you said that you liked those boots that bitchy girl had on? Well tada!" He pulled the boots out of the bag.

"Don't worry...I didn't kill her. Though she will be limping for a few weeks." He laughed his loud and evil laugh. "For you kid."

| @definitioncfcursed |

[directorpickles]

continued from here

Tommy felt awful for his best friend. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like for him; he knew how protective he was of his sister, and although Tommy was the same toward Dil, it was definitely different. He didn’t really have to worry about Dil going off and getting feelings for any of their friends. Surely, Chuckie probably assumed the same until now. Tommy had dropped his focus on his filming to be there for Chuckie and Lil, trying to rack his brain for ideas on how to find a middle ground for everyone. “I mean, I’ve always felt like a brother to Kimi. I can’t really say the same for Phil—” he replied, putting a hand on his shoulder for support. He used his free hand to sip from his own seltzer. “I know what you mean. Just don’t beat yourself up over it. None of us could have seen this coming.” He sighed, knowing Chuckie was asking the exact questions that were on his own mind. They were both equally worried about their friend group, about the future for all of them. “Whatever happens, you’ll still have me and Dil. And Lil. I don’t know what’ll happen with them, but .. We can only hope for the best, right?” It was nice to hear that Chuckie trusted him like that, that even if Tommy were the one to develop feelings that he would eventually understand. He would never want to do that to Chuckie, of course, but it was still a comforting thought. “Maybe we need to do something to get your mind off of it. What do you think will help?” @the-chuckster​

[heartsintertwine]

watch it, you stupid shit. ( for chucky

Chucky was trying to get anyone he could who kept running away from him. By mistake he done tried stabbing the nearest person, which was Ghostface or whatever the fuck this guys name was.

Chucky was just out for blood at this point and it was fun fucking with those around him. He had been hiding underneath some tables to take the people by surprise. It sure was a surprise seeing the other villain instead of the good guys.

"Oops, wrong guy, thought ya were one of those otha shit heads."

@ferociium

[stingsbf]

i want him so bad

Chuck Taylor and his infamous mullet

IWA Mid-South Wrestling / April Bloodshowers: The Final Chapter / April 28, 2007

[glcssed]

"   yeah   alright   ,   ha-ha   ,   joke's   over   .   "   tight   smile   is   forced   onto   his   lips   as   he   creeps   closer   ,   palm   open   and   eager   for   them   to   hand   over   the   doll   .   "   seriously   ,   come   on   .   it's   a   family   heirloom   .   "   lie   .   but   it   did   have   familial   ties   that   he   couldn't   confidently   volunteer   without   booking   an   all-inclusive   vacation   to   a   place   with   grippy   socks   and   bright   white   walls   .   again   he   takes   a   step   forward   ,   this   time   lacing   a   couple   of   fingers   around   chucky's   tiny   ,   plastic   wrist   .   one   not-so-gentle   tug   and   he   hears   the   unmistakable   sound   of   ripping   thread   that   sends   a   cold   sweat   over   his   entire   body   .   "   shit   !   "   any   remnants   of   his   cool   and   calm   demeanor   is   quickly   swept   away   ,   leaving   him   with   a   stiff   jaw   —   "   are   you   happy   now   ?   look   what   you've   gone   and   done   .   "

[deathmaiidens]

tag dump 003

[desastreorcalamite]

Closed starter for @springbandit

Chucky dug his boxcutter into the wood of the counter, dragging it in the same pattern he had formed through repeated carving. Brushing the chips of wood away with his hand, he leaned over to blow the dust away when the entry bell rang him out of his boredom. Peering up from his creation, he raised his brows at the sight of the man who entered. "Whoa, Kid. I know it's an occult shop, but the serial killer vibe is strong."

[nhlclover]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: you finally convince matthew to face his fears by watching a horror movie.

warnings: definite spoilers of The Conjuring, couple swear words,

word count: 1.11k

notes: fourth installment of cozytober! hope you guys enjoy this one

You shift on the couch, settling next to Matthew with the remote in hand, your excitement barely contained. You clicked through the titles before finding The Conjuring and selecting it.

You glance over at Matthew, who’s leaning back, arms crossed over his chest as he does his best impression of calm confidence. “You sure about this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“Yes I’m sure. It can’t be that bad,” Matthew replied, voice dripping with forced confidence. “It’s just a movie, it’s fake. How scary can it be?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a laugh. He’s putting on that brave face, but you can see the way his foot taps against the carpet, the slight tension in his posture that gives him away. It’s adorable, really. He’s never been good with horror movies, and you know tonight is going to be no different.

The one thing that you and Matthew seemed to be at odds about was movies. You liked sci-fi and action movies, while Matthew preferred comedy and even the occasional romance. However, your biggest dissimilarity was when it came to horror movies. You loved every gorey flick, every jump scare that had your heart pounding in your chest. Matthew, however, couldn’t stand the genre. He’d never admit that it’s because the category scared him, instead claiming they’re too predictable or cheesy, but he couldn’t seem to get through any horror flick without pausing multiple times and being plagued with nightmares about the movies content. When he watched Childs Play with his brother a few years back, it took a nearly a full month for Matthew to stop seeing Chucky in his dreams.

You raised an eyebrow, doubting his bravado. “Uh-huh, just remember you said that.” You couldn’t help but smirk as you pressed play, the ominous opening music filling the room. Matthew shuffled a little, and you noticed the subtle tension in his shoulders. He might’ve been putting on a tough act, but the atmosphere was already getting to him.

The movie begins, creeping in with its unsettling buildup, and you sneak a glance at Matthew. The tension in his jaw betrays him as the camera pans across the creepy Annabelle doll. His fingers tap against his thigh, faster now, and his eyes are wide, a little too focused on the screen, as if by sheer willpower he can keep the fear at bay.

“You okay there, Matty?” you asked, nudging him lightly.

“I’m fine.” he said a little too quickly. His eyes stayed glued to the screen, but you caught the way he flinched when the first jump scare hit — a door slamming shut. You snickered softly, Matthew throwing you a sideways look. “It was loud, I wasn’t expecting it.” he said.

His tough guy act only lasted so long, the movie beginning to tear down his defenses. Every tense moment accentuated by creepy music, caused Matthew to shift closer to you, whether he realized or not. When the demon finally showed itself, jumping off the closet, Matthew grabbed onto your arm. You glance down at it, his fingers gripping you a little tighter than necessary, but you decide not to say anything. His pride’s already hanging by a thread.

The atmosphere in the room is thick now, and when the climax of the movie hits—the mother’s possession scene — Matthew’s resolve crumbles. His breath hitches, his body tense, and when you turn to check on him, you catch him squeezing his eyes shut, the blanket pulled up so high it’s practically a shield.

“Matty,” you whisper, nudging him lightly, “you’ve gotta watch the rest. You’re missing the best part.”

“I’m watching,” he mutters, voice muffled behind the fabric. “Just… taking a break.”

“C’mon, you gotta see the ending. It’s the scariest part,” you coax with a grin, watching as he cracks one eye open, then immediately shuts it again. A small giggle escapes you, but you let him be. The poor guy’s already hanging on by a thread.

Without even realizing it, Matthew ends up practically wrapped around you by the time the movie reaches its terrifying conclusion. His arms are tight around your waist, like you’re some kind of human shield, and his cheek rests lightly against your shoulder. It’s kind of sweet, really, and you’re definitely not complaining about the sudden closeness.

Finally, the credits rolled, and Matthew let out a long breath of relief, sinking back into the couch like a man who had just survived a battle. He stayed quiet for a second, as if gathering himself.

You turn to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well? Thoughts? Ready for round two? I hear Insidious is next-level scary.”

The look he gives you is pure exasperation, his eyes wide, like you’ve suggested jumping out of a plane without a parachute. “Not a chance in hell. You’re twisted for enjoying these movies.”

You burst into laughter, the sound filling the room as Matthew shakes his head, still looking a little rattled. He mutters something under his breath about you being a “crazy bitch,” but there’s no bite to it, just fond exasperation.

“Okay, okay,” you say between giggles. “I promise, no more horror tonight. But… maybe next time?”

“Next time?” He raises an eyebrow, still eyeing you warily. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” you say in a low tone. Despite the movie ending a few minutes ago, your conversation turning playful, you could still sense Matthew dripping with tension.

“You okay?” you ask, rubbing his arm softly.

“I’m fine…” Matthew reassures you. “But I will be seeing that creepy ass woman in my dreams tonight.”

You snort, grabbing the remote from the cushion beside you. “How about we leave off on a lighter note?”

Matthew’s eyes soften with relief as you scroll through the options, finally landing on a colorful, cheerful title. “How about Hotel Transylvania? No jump scares, no possessed moms… just some cute cartoon monsters.”

He visibly relaxes at the suggestion, sinking into the couch as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, giving you a light squeeze. “Now that I can handle.”

You hit play, and as the goofy, fun atmosphere of the movie took over, you nestled back into Matthew’s arms, both of you finally at ease.

You hit play, settling back into Matthew’s arms as the room fills with the playful, goofy sounds of the animated movie. The tension from The Conjuring melts away, leaving behind a cozy warmth as the two of you snuggle up together. Maybe horror wasn’t his thing, but moments like this? You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

[alicealmost]

Jax once said to Ragatha:

"You, me and a bunch of ragbunnies."

Bro wasn't joking

Man, including Jaiden, Bunnydoll has around 65 kids! 65 KIDS! AND those are only the ones I know, it might be more out there.

I am addicted to Jax and Ragatha fankids. I guess it's because all creators have one thing in common, shipping bunnydoll (at least, most of creators). At same time, whenever someone create a shipchild, we are able to explore people's creativity and traits of their personality.

I will try to draw Jaiden with each one of her siblings before tadc ep 3 is due, if you guys allow me (if don't, ease tell me, there is no prob) I don't know if I will get it, as I don't have much time or ability.

Fankids mentioned belong to (this gonna be long)

*inhales*

Scruffy -> @lumineary-arts

Ruby, Jesse, Jett-> @ruemodes

Andy (girl) -> @sorascribbless

Lux-> @naitmeir

Klyukva-> @yakkuo13

Andy(boy) and Aba -> @eryberry594

Onyx -> @pxnky-prxmise

Jeager -> @michiruxbna

Patch, Sugar, Duffy-> @kodaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Maggie, Vivi, Benji, Roger -> @this-old-bee

Daisy, Nibs, Frankie, Periwinkle and Seymour -> @candy-heart-brew

Cole, Juniper and Loo -> @beanandberry / @raggedypina

Ellie, Ethan and Owyin-> @livi-in-digital-circus

Abby -> @fizzyellouw

Jinx -> @ese1anime

Rachel and Jayden -> @kansuda2478

Mopsy and Buster -> @raggstosketches

Rix -> @karikorii

June and Reggy -> @artzy-sketchy

Wink -> @zapperona

Randy -> @starquarck

Chucky -> @saffiroll

Velvet -> @snowthedemonfox

Randall and Mimo -> @Ra1bow-echo

Mimi -> @kazee-acxbi

Shuji and Ruthy -> @lazyxkazee

Donnie and Richard -> @fraudefiscal

Ralice -> @valentinbelleyh505

Anne, Rose and Andy -> @switcherooreo

Annie-> @lovelyragdolly

Kit -> @sh4tt3rg1rl

CJ -> @royalion9

Hope -> @groovygladiatorsheep

Needle and Thread-> @redvelvet-choclatecakes

Riska -> @iverylike-coffe

Wisteria -> @frazzledpixels

Marionette -> @whomstress

Wildyx -> @rayndis

Sabrina -> Star Blossom (pinterest)

Juliet -> this_person-does-art (pinterest)

Edit:

Quick apologize for marking Needle's creator wrong... I saw a drawing of her in another account and thought she was from that said account. And then I saw Needle has a brother and @lindseynicole1999 has designed fankids too, so...

It's more than 65 in the end of the day

Funny... haha...

Edit: two important announcements

1° Wildyx real creator is @rayndis and I can't apologize enough for the mistake. I marked a person in pinterest, but his real creator is rayndis. I am sorry

2° more kids, lol

Maelisa and Kelsey -> @naive-bunbun

Patcharicia -> @xxmia0wm4yh3mxx

Rajany and Athax -> @vanillakkat

Judy, Lola and Briar -> @wondwaeland

Rascall and Ann -> @lindseynicole1999

Raggit -> @6hstz

Hue, Lace and Denim -> @devilgem

Randall -> @krislgfox

Bonbob, Showee and Peabs -> @that-weird-skeleton-bastard

Randy --> @sillyseaveerablogs

Minx, Jinx, Jayce and Andy --> @aleesianicool

Clover and Jolane -> rasyleaf (devianart)

Janny --> PinkHiu (devianart)

Angora: @eldritch-muppetshow

Emma -> skelefun (instagram)

Rob ->There.Real.Lim (Twitter/X)

[yxtubers]

𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: chris expresses his concerns of getting makeup on his face when you just want to give him a kiss on the cheek

warnings/notes: extremely short i’m sorry

requested?: yes! number 15 “you’re gonna get lipstick all over me” from my dialogue prompts

> > >

You were getting ready to go to a costume party. Chris had suggested that you dress up as Chucky and Tiffany, meaning you had to have dark lipstick on.

As you added the finishing touches to your makeup, you could hear Chris padding towards you from your bed. He had been ready a while ago and decided to watch you get ready from the comfort of your sheets. He sat next to you on the floor as you smeared lipstick on your lips.

His hand came to encase around your waist, leaning his head on you.

“You look good,” he stated.

His eyes drifted from your eye makeup, to your hair, and finally, to your lips. He lifted his head up to kiss your cheek, reveling in the joy on your face as you smiled at him through the mirror.

“Thank you.”

You popped the cap back on, throwing the lipstick onto your pile of makeup on the floor. Turning to look at him, you noticed that he was already staring at your lips.

Your hands rested on his shoulder as you moved in to kiss his cheek. After pecking him, you moved back to check if you had stained him. Sure enough, there was a dark lip mark on his jaw.

Stifling a giggle, you move your head down to his neck to place another kiss there. His hand gripped your waist a little tighter.

“You’re gonna get lipstick all over me,” he groaned.

You simply hummed as you moved across his neck to peck to other side before lifting your face. His eyes darted to your smudged lipstick, a dopey smile on his face.

“I don’t see you complaining,” you muttered as you leaned in to capture his lips.

Chris’ other hand flew to your hip as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Your hands threaded through his hair as the other held his face, holding him close to you.

You pulled away to catch your breath, noticing the stains of lipstick all over his face. Giggling, you turned his cheek with your fingers so he could look in the mirror.

“I don’t know, it kind of suits you,” you said.

Chris laughed as he rolled his eyes, standing up to go wipe his neck and face.

“As much as I love having your lip marks all over me, I don’t think Nick and Matt would appreciate me walking down like this.”

You gave him one last kiss before he left to go clean himself up.

Looking in the mirror, you figured you should also fix up your makeup. Although to you, it was worth the mess you made.

- - -

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