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[sillyliddoclown]

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[nuclearanomaly]

IDK Emmrich... maybe that one should have been left alone

[foldingfittedsheets]

Before my beloved and I moved in together they were living with roommates in a place that didn't have a bathtub. Now, a reasonable person might conclude from this that baths would be out of the equation in a home with only one standing shower and no tub.

But these people weren't quitters. Naturopathic doctors and acupuncturists they were dedicated to treating their bodies well and one of the ways they liked to do that was hydrotherapy. Most people are familiar with this through things like polar bear plunges. You sit in a hot tub then jump in freezing water.

It's supposedly good for you and they were way into it. But again, no tub. They'd do hydro showers but it just wasn't the same. These people were not quitters, though. (One of them is the boob soap person, so it really isn't a surprise that she goes hard on everything). So they got what looked like two big metal old timey tubs but which were actually animal food troughs and set them up in the garage. They set up a water heater and god knows how they emptied the tub after, I think there was hoses involved? A pump maybe? I honestly can't remember. Anyway! Voila, hydrotherapy on demand.

I was not aware of this. So when I came over after a long day and my beloved said we should take a bath I was extremely puzzled. I only knew about the one shower. They showed me the garage tubs. I did want a bath and I wasn't really sure about the setup, but honestly I'll try anything once if only for the story, so I agreed.

Fun fact about me though. I haaaate being cold. I've been 0% body fat most of my life with skin barely keeping my bones enclosed. I'm always cold. My favorite activity at the time was sitting directly in front of space heaters. My shower temperatures turn me lobster red and make my beloved cringe. Willingly dunking myself into cold water is the antipathy of my entire deal.

On the night in question I happily submerged into the warm tank, pleasantly surprised by the big silly improvised tub. Which again was meant for livestock. My knees bumped companionably against my beloved as we soaked in the hot water. After a while they rose to go into the cold water. "You don't have to," they told me.

But I was haunted. I wouldn't be doing hydro if I just stayed in the warm tub. Maybe hydro was amazing. It has all these health benefits. I desperately didn't want to but I stood up with them. We were having this nice intimate evening in the garage, just us, I felt safe. I was gonna do it.

They stepped easily into the cold tub, dunking matter of factly into the frigid water. I went to step. I did. I really really tried. My foot went in and I started shrieking, my progress arrested by the total state of shock I entered when my warm toasty foot hit that smug arctic water tension. My beloved started laughing as my pitch ascended the deeper my foot went into the cold water.

I started loudly narrating my discomfort as my foot touched the bottom and I willed my other foot up to join it. "THIS IS VERY COLD," I yelled, "IT'S SO COLD I THINK I MIGHT DIE HOW ARE YOU JUST CASUALLY SITTING IN THIS FREEZING COLD WATER?! I'M DYING- I THINK I'M DYING! I'M DYING BUT WE'RE HERE, TOGETHER! I CAN DO THIS! I CAN DO THESE EVEN THOUGH IT'S SO COLD ALL MY MOLECULES HAVE COMPRESSED INTO A SOLID STATE!"

I ended up with both feet planted in the cold tub, water up to my shins, bellowing and panting while my beloved laughed so hard they couldn't breathe. I hunkered over the cold water, squatting like a frozen gargoyle.

My beloved was trying to psyche me up while I willed my body to obey me. In a sudden jerky drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut I plummeted my body into the cold and let out a shriek that I’m sure could have shattered glass and then leapt up out of the water at a speed relative to a rocket achieving space flight. I didn’t like it.

When we got back inside my beloved's roommates were collapsed on the ground with tears in the their eyes from how hard they'd been laughing. They and probably every neighbor down the block had heard my pterodactyl screeching and narration because the garage was not remotely soundproof.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dead beat down

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[patolemus]

merlin magic reveal fic where arthur asks “why didn’t you tell me?” and merlin says, mirthless smile and haunted eyes “all my dreams end in fire. fire and burning and dying”

[euphoric-mars]

✞ there will be blood! ✞

[texaschainsawmascara]

kickpunch.se on ig

[necrocto]

queres¿

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔙𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔟𝔶 𝔇𝔬𝔬

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[m4ry4mblog]

what's the name of this aesthetic cause i like it so much

[regianenascimentooficial]

PART 2: How did every slasher become obsessed with you?

Part 1 Here!

🌹Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy, Stu and Mickey) / Yautja (Predator) / Brahms Heelshire / Art The Clown.

🌹Warning:

⚠️All headcanons have things that minors cannot read! Read at your own risk!⚠️

🌹🌹GOOD READ!🌹🌹

🥀Billy is not one to be very impressed, but when he found out that your life had also been ruined by Sidney's mother, he actually found you interesting. So, without thinking twice, he started getting close to you and why not? Manipulating you. You didn't want to know about him and his life that was ruined by Sidney. You wanted to be alone. There was no escape... You became his and he would do whatever it took to have you, whether you liked him or not. Ghostface would visit you every night...

🥀You didn't hate the Woodsboro killer, but you found him fun. Your obsession and fascination with Ghostface awakened something in Macher. He found you cool and fun. Because of that, he kept getting close to you, even though he avoided him. One night, you were visited by Ghostface. You thought you were going to die when he managed to catch you, without knowing it was Stu, but to your surprise, what the killer did was not kill you, but something else...

🥀Because you were always so nice to him and sometimes played with your video camera that you were going to hunt people, he found you unique and interesting. Oops... You were now in his mind and plans. He had to follow his routine, but when it was all over, he would go after you, and whether you liked it or not, you would be his woman.

🥀Since the moment you escaped and defeated him the last time, he didn't forget you. You were a strong and warrior woman. If you weren't human, you would be a predator. You fought like a bull to avoid succumbing to death. He had another mission now: to search for and hunt you. After five years of living your life, he had entered your house as usual, but something changed your routine. He was there, standing in front of you. You tried to fight, but this time he won, and you were taken inside his ship, never to return to Earth again.

🥀You didn't have to do much. Even though you were scared, you followed the rules and took care of the doll without disdain. That was enough for you to never leave the house again, and when you discovered that the real Brahms was in the walls and was forcibly let into the house with him, even though you escaped, you didn't get far. You were his now, and he would be a good boy for you, otherwise he would have to teach you the manners of a Heelshire.

🥀You were at a table alone in a burger joint on Halloween night. A black and white clown came in and sat down at one next to yours, followed by some guys with bad intentions. They kept pestering the clown, you were always a weirdo and understood what the man was going through. You stood up and defended him and drew their eyes to you, which now began to disturb you and even sexually by them. Your unique attitude towards Art intrigued him and it was then that you became his obsession. That same night, you wouldn't know that you would be tied up in front of your dismembered tormentors and Art smiling at you and putting a ring on your finger. He was silently telling you that you were his now and he would kill everyone and cover you in the blood of his enemies if it were possible. No one touches what is Art's without feeling his sadism afterwards.

© REGIANE NASCIMENTO ©

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

The Slashers Asking you “What Would you Do if I Cheated on you?”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: I loved writing this chapter. I hope that you guys can enjoy this as much as I liked imagining the little scenarios for it. I am working on the start for the "Asking them to rail you" chapters, so lookout for that soon!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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