#(slashers are only 1 level behind)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Absolutely nothing has ever been or will ever be hotter than a Disney Villain. End post.

[dioslesbianwife]

May I request the jojos with a reader that is scared easily? And their scream sounds just like from a horror movie LMAOOO

hahaha, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3

Jonathan Joestar

Worried gentleman mode: Activated. The first time you screamed like a horror movie victim, he nearly had a heart attack.

“MY LOVE! WHAT HAPPENED? WHO HURT YOU?” He’s already in fight mode before you can even explain that it was just a fly.

If it happens often, he’ll start gently holding your hand whenever you walk into a dark or creepy place. “Don’t worry, I’m right here.” 

Lowkey flinches when you scream but immediately regains composure and acts like it doesn’t faze him.

Joseph Joestar

If you scream out of nowhere, he screams back just to mess with you. “OH MY GOD, WHAT IS IT?!?!” (even though he has no idea what you’re screaming about).

He starts using your horror-movie-level scream for pranks. Hides behind a wall, waits for you to see something mildly spooky, and BOOM, instant jump scare sound effect.

If he genuinely scares you too badly, though, he feels bad. “Aww don’t cry- c’mere, lemme make it up to you.”

Jotaro Kujo 

Sighs. Deeply. Every time.

He won’t admit it, but the first time you screamed like that, his heart DROPPED. He whipped around so fast thinking someone was getting murdered.

But when he saw it was just a spider or a shadow moving weirdly, he tilted his hat down and walked away like he wasn’t just on the verge of cardiac arrest.

Eventually, he just gets used to it. He doesn’t even react anymore, just mutters, “Tch. Not again.”

Josuke Higashikata

If you suddenly shriek, he panics and yells too even though he has no idea why.

“OH MY GOD WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?-OH WAIT, WHY ARE WE SCREAMING??”

When he realizes it’s something small, he scoffs but is still sweating a little. “Geez, don’t scare me like that! My heart can’t take it!”

Giorno Giovanna

Calmest reaction of all the JoJos. Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink.

The first time you screamed like a horror movie victim, he just slowly turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Was that… truly necessary?”

Turns whatever scared you into a flower so you can chill. “It couldn’t harm you in the first place but is this better?”

Jolyne Cujoh

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?”

If you scream out of nowhere, she jumps SO HARD and is immediately ready to fight someone.

“DON’T DO THAT, I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO DIE.”

But after the initial shock, she laughs. “Damn, you sound like you’re in a horror movie, for real.”

Starts rating your screams on a scale from 1-10. “That one was an 8, babe. Not scream queen level yet.”

Johnny Joestar

Visibly malfunctions. Just stares at you while your scream echoes across the landscape.

“What… in the actual hell… was that.”

He was not prepared for you to sound like someone getting murdered in a slasher film. Thought something seriously bad was happening.

After the third time, he just sighs and mutters, “I need to start carrying earplugs.”

Will hold your hand if you get too scared but pretends he’s not doing it for comfort.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Completely unbothered. Just tilts his head and goes, “Huh. You okay?”

The only time he reacts is if you’re really panicked. Then he gently pats your head like, “There, there.”

Finds your scream strangely impressive. Might record it to use as a ringtone. “I dunno, I think it’s kinda cool.”

[sukunas-angel]

Ghostface!Gojo Satoru x Reader

2.5k words

One-Shot.

Summary:

There’s a killer on the loose. Most people would be scared, paranoid. But not you.

Why, you ask?

Because you’re batshit fucking crazy.

Or

What happens when reader is mentally insane and Ghostface’s next victim?

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

The town was alight with fear and anticipation. The masked killer was still at large, having claimed another victim last night. They’d dubbed him “Ghostface.” But the man behind the mask still remained a mystery. Police could only offer minimal details at this stage: 1. Victims always received an anonymous phone call before they were targeted, and 2. They always suffered a gruesome and painful death by a knife.

You sighed in boredom as you watched the sun slowly begin its descent in the sky. Ever since the murders had started, the town had a strict curfew. Seeing as you lived alone, thanks to your deadbeat mom, evenings were extra boring these days.

Your sulking is interrupted by the phone ringing in the kitchen. You raise your eyebrow, confused as to who could possibly be calling you. You were a chronic loner, and you sure as hell could bet your life on the fact it wasn’t your mother checking in on you.

You sigh before you slowly walk to the phone, uncaring if you miss the call or not. There’s a strange silence in the receiver when you answer, and a flare of annoyance fills you.

“Hello?” You demand, gritting your teeth. You didn’t like having your time wasted like this. Not that you had better things to do, but still.

There’s a pause before a strange voice replies.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?” The voice is deep and distorted, whoever it is, is using a voice changer.

You roll your eyes, assuming it’s a stupid prank. “The classics, I suppose.” You say disinterestedly.

“Wow, good answer. I like a girl with taste. Have any favourites?” The voice sounds pleased, which makes you raise an eyebrow. You pace around your room, boredom still deep in your gut. You sigh.

“I don’t know. Most slashers I suppose.” You provide, voice dripping with boredom.

The voice chuckles. “Am I boring you?”

You roll your eyes, sighing. “Yes.” You deadpan. Your eyes narrow. “Who is this anyway?”

The voice chuckles. “Who do you think it is?”

You feign a gasp. “Oh my gosh! Are you the famous killer I’ve been hearing about?”

The person on the phone laughs sinisterly, seemingly amused by your feigned surprise. Their voice drips with mockery.

“And what if I am?”

“Then I say come and get me.” You reply simply, your voice deadpan.

The killer on the phone chuckles again, his amusement growing. Your audacity seems to have piqued his interest.

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Brave words for someone who doesn't know what they're dealing with." His voice oozes with a condescending nonchalance.

“Brave words from someone who hides behind a mask” you snark nastily.

There’s a pause on the phone for a moment, his voice hinting at annoyance.

"Oh, you're quite the comedian, aren't you? Thinking you're so witty, hiding behind the phone, safe from harm." His voice turns menacing.

"But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I don't need a mask to instill fear. It's just part of the game. And I'm a damn good player."

You roll your eyes. “Yeah? Well I’m a good player too. Maybe you just haven’t been playing against people on your level.” You say disinterestedly, looking at your nails.

The killer on the phone lets out a low, sinister chuckle. Your confident demeanor seems to be riling him up, which makes you smirk.

"Oh, aren't you special? Thinking you're some sort of expert, huh? Well, let me tell you something. You haven't seen anything yet. I've dealt with plenty of people who thought they were tough, and they all ended up in the same place."

“An expert?” You question, a condescending smile on your face.

“Well let’s see,” you pause as you pretend to think.

“For starters…” you say, standing up. You walk over to your window and look outside.

“I’d assume you’re lurking somewhere in the bushes outside my house.” You offer a wave in the direction of the densely bushed area. “Very cliché, Ghostie.”you tease.

“And then you’ll find a way to break in, and I’ll just be so unsuspecting!” You fake swoon.

“And then you’ll make yourself known, and I’ll scream!” You giggle at yourself a bit.

“And then you’ll chase me, and I’m sure I’ll fall like the weak prey I am. And I’ll cry ‘please mr ghostface, d-d-don’t kill me!’” You mock.

“Is that how the game goes?” You finish, a dark smirk playing on your lips.

There’s a long pause then, and you can tell you’ve really pissed him off. There’s a laugh, but it’s void of any humour.

“You think you’ve got me all figured out don’t you, sweetheart?” The voice chuckles.

“Sure, I like playing by the rules.” His voice drops. “But only because it’s so much fun breaking them.”

You gasp, a genuine look of glee on your face. “Am I special then? You’ll break the rules for little old me?” You tease.

There’s a breathy chuckle on the other end. You can tell you’ve got him riled up.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not like the others, that’s for sure.” His voice darkens. “Yes, for you, I’ll make an exception.” You raise your eyebrow.

“Well,” you start before your voice drops slightly, dripping with seduction. “Don’t keep me waiting, Mr Ghostface.”

You can tell you’ve caught him by surprise as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“My, my, impatient, are we?” His voice deepens. “I won’t keep you waiting long.”

You bite your lip in excitement before he speaks again. “But I’ll need one thing from you first, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head as you consider it. “And what might that be?”

The killer on the phone lets out a devilish chuckle, his words dripping with dark intent.

"I want you to leave your front door unlocked for me. I don't like wasting time, and I want to get straight to the fun." His words make your heart race in excitement.

“Hmm.” You hum, pretending to think. “Maybe.”

“But you’ll have to do something for me in return.” You decide.

“Oh, really?” He responds, and you smirk when you hear the curiosity in his voice.

“And what would you like in exchange, little mouse?”

You laugh, it’s sultry and breathy. Your cheeks are flushed in excitement.

“Don’t hold back.”

There’s a noise on the other end of the phone, something akin to a growl.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

You hang up the phone as a wild smile splits your lips. You practically skip to your front door before opening it slightly. You turn, making your way into the kitchen, intent on making dinner.

You’re concentrating deeply on cutting vegetables when a floorboard creaks somewhere in the hall between the front door and kitchen. You roll your eyes as you huff a breath of disappointment.

“Fucking amateur.” You sigh, flipping the knife in your hands before launching it into the dark hallway. You smirk at the sound of movement that follows. You grab another knife from the block, flipping it in your hands as you look out into the dark hallway.

You see his silhouette, just metres away, with your knife embedded in the wall just centimetres from him.

“I missed.” You pout.

You’re in a standoff with the killer now. He doesn’t move, and neither do you. You watch him, waiting for him to do something. You frown at the disappointment that bites at your gut.

You launch the knife at him, sighing dejectedly as he narrowly dodges it, before you grab another.

“Crazy bitch.” The gruff voice mutters and you smirk.

“And you’re a fucking disappointment.” You say snidely, and you watch as he storms toward you angrily. A smile plays on your lips before you grab a bag of flour and launch it at him.

You giggle as he growls in frustration, temporarily blinded in his mask, before slipping off upstairs. You’re rather slow about it, despite the fact you know he’ll be after you any moment. You ponder your hiding places, the knife still gripped in your hand.

You choose a small cupboard, easily stepping in before closing it behind you. You hear him trudging up the stairs.

“Come out, naughty little mouse.” He calls, as you smirk. You hear him check every room of your house, looking under furniture. You hear him growing more frustrated, slamming doors and throwing things. He storms past your hiding place again, oblivious, and you roll your eyes before slipping out quietly.

He’s stalking down the hall, his back to you still. You pause, sizing him up while his back is turned. He’s tall, much taller than you. You wonder who’s behind the mask.

You shrug, not too bothered, before creeping up behind him. You press the knife to his back, tutting.

“My, my, did I outwit you? Was the challenge too difficult?” You tease, pressing the knife harder. “I’m disappointed, Ghostie.” You sigh, and you really, genuinely are.

You hear him curse, chuckling darkly.

“Naughty little mouse. Though, I suppose you’re more of a kitten. You’ve got claws” he chuckles in amusement. “You’re a sly one, I’ll give you that. I underestimated you.”

You sigh, tapping your foot in annoyance. “And clearly, I overestimated you.”

It’s that comment that really riles him up, though, because he whirls around suddenly, grabbing your wrist in a death grip before pinning you to a wall. His other hand holds a knife to your throat.

He tuts at you. “Not so cocky now, are you, sweetheart.” He sneers, his voice a low rumble. “Looks like the tables have turned.”

You smile, eyes alight with excitement. You press your throat into the knife slightly, relishing the sting. You chuckle.

“Oh! Is this where I beg you not to kill me?” You tease with a coy smile. He chuckles darkly, pressing the knife harder into your throat.

“I don’t know, are you going to beg for me, pretty girl?” He taunts.

You smirk, watching him through half-lidded eyes. “I don’t know, Ghostie. Is that what gets you off?” You ask slyly. “Or do you prefer girls that fight back?”

You watch with excited eyes as he leans in closer, his mask mere inches from your face.

“That depends, sweetheart. Which do you think is more interesting? The scared little girl who begs for mercy? Or the feisty kitten who puts up a fight?” He purrs, his voice low and dangerous.

You pause as you consider his question.

“Hmm.” You hum. “Neither.”

“Oh?” The curiosity is evident in his voice. You smirk.

“What do you prefer then, sweetheart?” He presses.

“This.” You say, before using your free hand to lift his mask, exposing soft full lips. You don’t waste a second before pressing your lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate, releasing your wrist to grab your jaw in a bruising grip, deepening the kiss. You let him take control with a smirk, desire like wildfire in your veins.

He pulls back, and the only sound that fills the room is both your laboured breathing. You see his lips quirk into a smirk.

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you, sweetheart?” He practically purrs. You bite your lip, your core alight with desire.

“Maybe,” you murmur before pressing your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there. You hear him moan before he grabs your waist, his grip firm and possessive.

You don’t waste a second, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he groans, pressing you into the wall, one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold you.

You pull back, relishing in the sound of his ragged breathing.

“You little minx,” he purrs before tracing the knife along your neck. “You think you’re in control here, don’t you?”

“Am I not?” You taunt, giving him a coy smile. He doesn’t reply, instead kissing your lips harshly, so hard you’re sure they’ll bruise.

You gasp as he bites your lip, hard. You taste iron as it leaks blood. The pain stings but goes straight to your core. He pulls back, grinning, his lips stained red with blood.

“You taste fucking amazing, you know that?” He moans. You watch him with half lidded eyes, grinding your hips onto his hardness. He gasps and you smirk.

“You’re twisted, aren’t you, doll? Just like me.” He purrs. You offer a smile that’s all teeth.

“Maybe.”

He groans, grinding himself into you.

You take his moment of distraction to take the knife from your neck. It’s too easy, his grip lax from distraction. He stills as you point the knife at his chest. You see his heavy breathing beneath his costume. You can practically taste his excitement.

“Take the mask off.” You demand. He chuckles, but doesn’t move. You press the knife harder into him, not quite breaking skin but enough to sting. You hear him hiss before chuckling.

He uses his free hand to pull the mask the rest of the way off and your eyes widen as you see the person behind it.

“Satoru Gojo?” You say incredulously. “I have to say, I’m surprised. I didn’t know a rich kid like you had it in him.” You muse. You take in his face, pleased with his attractive appearance.

His light blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you. He bites his lip, groaning as he grinds into you.

“Don’t let the rich kid facade fool you, sweetheart.” He breaths against your lips.

“There’s more to me that meets the eye.” He purrs before kissing you again.

“You disappointed with my identity doll?” He asks, breaking the kiss. You smirk, shaking your head.

“I know exactly who you are.” He whispers darkly. Your eyes alight with excitement.

“Did you stalk me Sa-To-Ru?” You ask, drawling his name playfully. He groans grinding into you at the sound.

“Yes.” He admits. You moan at the admission, tugging his white hair in your hands. You yank his hair, and he hisses as you force his head back slightly. He watches you with half lidded eyes.

“Did you like what you saw?” Your eyes are wild, he moans at the sight.

“Fuck yes.” He purrs.

Your crazed smile widens. “What did you see?”

“That you, sweetheart, might just be the one woman to match me in every way.” He purrs as you shiver.

You grin a wide smile, letting go of your grip on his hair to hold his face between your hands. “Do you think fate brought us together?”

Satoru's breath hitches momentarily when you grab his face, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering in his eyes. He looks at you intently, his own expression a match for your wildness.

"Fate, destiny, call it whatever you want," he murmurs, drawing closer to you, his voice dripping with a dangerous allure. "But I know one thing for certain, doll."

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, tantalizing growl.

"We were made for each other.”

[lowkeychenle]

In Your Dreams [ZCL] (M)

Description: What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) | Part of @jenoslutie's 1-800-SLASHERS collab project!!

Genre: smut

Content Warnings: what isn't in here no but really, explicit unprotected sex, mentions of phone sex, this sex literally takes place in a dream i mean he's freddy c'mon, KNIFE PLAY!!!, blood play?? I mean not really PLAY but a bitch gets cut and we like it, use of names pretty, slut, (not sure if there's anything else lol), somnophilia this is just as much of a mind fuck as it is a physical fuck

Word Count: 1,625 (I got a little carried away...okay?)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle (pretending to be Freddy Kruger LOL) x Reader

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(A/N: I'm sooo sorry this is just not my best :'( but long live the Chenle stans and happy (late) Halloween)

Everything started out the way it was meant to. What else happens when your friend introduces you to an (admittedly odd) phone sex service with your favorite slashers? Of course, you follow through with it. Only…you might have followed through with it a little too much.

Obsession took over, and before you knew it, you’ve been calling Freddy every Saturday night for the past two months. His requirements are quite simple: show up to the call after staying up for at least twenty-four hours straight, and be ready for your mind to be just as fucked out as your body.

There’s…something about pleasure when you’re tired that heightens it to a whole new level.

This weekend, you’re doing things a bit differently. As one of his most ‘loyal’ customers (his words, not yours), he offered you an opportunity that isn’t typically part of the list of options.

The most you’ve been able to do prior to this is a video call, which always leaves you craving more. You have no idea who the man behind the metaphorical mask and voice modulator is, but you sure as hell wish you could find out.

So, today, you’re going to some sort of facility. He told you to show up after 48 hours of no sleep, and the employees would hook you up to a machine that would give him access to your dreams, even though he’s far away. Nothing that happens in the dream is supposed to happen in real life, so you saw no harm in it.

One of the guys keeps a keen eye on you, the deep brown of his gaze drinking you in. Something about him feels familiar, but you ignore it. His jaw is strong and firm, and his hair is parted down the middle to expose his forehead.

Exhausted, you find it easy to fall into slumber as soon as you’re hooked up to the machines. When you wake in darkness, you think someone’s just turned the lights off. But the more you move around, you realize how vastly empty the room you’re in is. You’ve successfully been brought into a dream—one that Freddy controls.

Creepy music starts flooding around you, almost engulfing you completely in invisible waves.

One, two, Freddy's coming for you.

You hear footsteps, but you don’t feel afraid. The idea of him doing whatever he wants to you in a dream is as close to you getting it in real life, and you’re dying for him to show you what he’s really made of.

The lyrics continue, and eventually he comes into your view. His face is obscured by shadows, so all you can see is the sharp outline of his face, the prominence of his features, but no real details.

“You’re not scared.” His voice is warbled, but you’re unsure if that’s from a modulator or from the lack of sleep making you dizzy.

“Too tired,” you mutter, stumbling on your feet as you move a few steps back.

When he lifts his hands, you see the blades on them and your throat goes dry. You’ve seen them on video before. He’s given explicit detail on what he’d do to you if he had access. And here you are, dumb enough to give him just that.

When he moves toward you, he’s a blur, and soon enough, his hand cradles the back of your neck. The cold metal rests against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine. He could shred you to pieces with the slightest movement.

“You should’ve run while you still could.” He clicks his tongue, humming quietly. “You’re mine now. You won’t be waking up, pretty.” Heat spreads between your legs without any real reason. Anyone in their right minds would be terrified of a stranger in front of them, but your exhaustion has you compliant.

While you feel him everywhere, the sensation is numbed by the dreamscape. It’s not enough and you want to be closer.

“Whatever I want to happen here does, you know that, right?” he whispers, dragging the tip of his blade across your pulse.

“Freddy.” It comes out as a sigh, and you roll your hips forward.

The sharp edge presses just a bit harder, enough to create the tiniest nick in your flesh. “Here, you call me Chenle.”

“What are you waiting for, Chenle?” Your eyes are barely able to stay open, but the world around you begins to morph as soon as the words leave your mouth.

When the interior of your house forms around you, your jaw drops. Fear finally begins to set in, and as much as you hate it, it makes your cunt throb with need, too. How does he know all of this about you?

You gasp in surprise when one swift slide of his hand has your clothes falling from your body in shambles. He cuts through them like butter, leaving you vulnerable and defenseless to the man in front of you.

You begin to shake, but his lips are on yours within seconds. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you take it with a quiet moan. Cold air swarms you, and next thing you know, your back is slammed against the kitchen island.

Something cold stings across your hips as he lifts you up onto the faux granite like his own personal ragdoll. The brain fog of being so exhausted has you comprehending things happening to you almost minutes later, but one thing that’s been clear to you from the start is the way you crave him. Your previous phone calls have left you obsessed, pining after a man whose face you still can’t see.

You press your thighs together to try and get friction, but he wrenches them apart. You hiss at the pain of the knives skimming your skin, and when you look down, crimson swells beneath his touch.

“Listen to me, pretty girl, or I’ll do more than cut up your legs.”

He takes a step back and, through your daze, you watch him rid himself of his clothes. Your eyes threaten to flutter shut, but you don’t want to look away from him. Everything sways in your dream, the edges of the world around you blurring as he finds his way back to you.

Without warning, he pushes his hard cock inside you, and with a loud moan, you crumble into his chest. You have little control over the way you move, but God, does this feel real. Everything else in your dream feels muted, but you notice the way he fills you.

He stretches you out more than you’ve ever been, and if you hadn’t been dripping for him, you know it would’ve hurt. When he bottoms out, his breathing shudders, and his hand slides down your body. One of his blades taps against your clit, making you jolt at the cold sensation.

“Look at you,” he says in a condescending tone. “You shouldn’t have fallen asleep, slut. I have the advantage here.”

He throbs buried deep, the rub against your walls sending you even further into delirium. Whatever the hell this is, you’d do it over and over again. You truly are helpless. You’re at his disposal, but you don’t care about any of that as long as he’s reaching all the spots you never even imagined could be found.

Pleasure engulfs you, and between exhaustion and his lips pressed to your neck, you’re floating on a cloud. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together to pull him closer to you.

His lips move like he’s talking to you, but lightheadedness takes over. You can’t hear him. All you can do is feel. The subtle dig of the sharp metal on your thigh, his teeth bruising all over your neck and hips smacking into yours.

You don’t want to wake up.

Finally, his voice breaks through your trance. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” His free hand slips between you two, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

A weak, broken moan leaves your mouth, filling the area and echoing around the dreamscape. Your body is seven steps ahead of you, meaning you barely recognize how hard your orgasm wracks you until your vision sways further. Knots tighten in your stomach, stretching like a rubber band until the tension snaps.

The blades score up your thigh, as his hips buck until his tip kisses your cervix. Euphoria mixes with pain, and you swear you’re locked in your high for minutes as you convulse below him.

His jaw falls open as he fills you in spurts. The shadows covering his face fail only briefly, showing you the perfection of the man behind the darkness.

It’s the man you saw earlier.

Maybe you imagined it, because before you can reach out and touch him, you’re slammed back into your waking world.

Panting, you sit up and clutch a hand over your chest. You look around hesitantly, as if you’re expecting him to be in the room with you.

Your heart races in your chest. Somehow, you’re wide awake now, as if you’ve made up for all 48 hours you’ve missed in sleep.

Until you look down at your lap.

Your jeans are soaked with red.

You slide out of the seat you're rested in, and cry out in surprise when you realize how shaky your legs are.

What the fuck?

Everything was supposed to be fake. You feel a distant throbbing between your legs, and discomfort follows as you make your way to the bathroom. As soon as you close and lock the door behind you, you unbutton your jeans and pull them down to your knees.

The scratches from the blades on his fingers are fresh on your skin.

[the-roseville-enquirer]

Movie Matchup: The Ghost Face

The name of this blog and its banner may give you the impression that I’m a big fan of Dead By Daylight’s Ghost Face, and the accusations are true. There are a lot of things I can say about him, and probably will say about him in the future, but the gist is that I think that BHVR’s unique take on him is probably the most interesting thing done with the character since Scream was released in 1996.

Scream, however, is NOT the first movie on my recommendation list. Wes Craven’s masterpiece will always be present in the background noise of the Ghost Face character, having made Fun World’s costume a household name. Danny Johnson’s character definitely has Scream DNA, despite being part of a licensing agreement with Fun World itself, but his roots go much deeper.

Danny represents a specific subgenre. He is not simply a Scream OC, but instead a full-fledged member of the subgenre they both share: 

The Meta-Slasher. 

Not just a slasher, but one that knows what it is – be it genre-aware characters, or a deliberate twisting or questioning of genre conventions, and the frameworks that they exist within. As a character, Danny both loves and desires to emulate the killers of yore. He has a very fixed idea of how things are “supposed” to work, and when they don’t go as planned, he finds it hard to cope. 

With no survivor to be his foil, Danny also comes with a unique perspective: that of the villain protagonist. Danny isn’t a Scream OC – he’s a product of the same films that created Scream. Only this time, he’s the main character, and he wants you to remember that.

FILM #1: PEEPING TOM (1960)

The fact alone that it’s one of the forebears of the slasher genre puts it on the list of our slasher fanboy’s influences, but there are a lot of specificities I’d like to draw attention to in director Michael Powell’s classic.

The film follows Mark Lewis, a photographer that murders women with a blade hidden in his camera tripod. Much like the one our friendly neighborhood Ghost Face pulls out during his Momento Mori, Mark uses a camera to capture the grisly final moments of his victims. This stems from the fact that Mark himself was a victim of video violence, used as a guinea pig for his father’s twisted studies on childhood fear. We are entranced by, implicated in, and victim to the camera as a weapon – a deadly relationship with media made literal.

Danny, similarly, was trained into violence by his abusive father and left with a warped sense of how media and violence interact on both a personal and deeply deadly external level. 

There is a dimension of misogyny, patriarchy, and specific violence against sex workers in the film that do not really apply to Danny's story - as his lore stresses that he doesn't target any particular traits in his victims - but it is worth mentioning here as both a warning and an addendum on themes brought to the fore by the film.

FILM #2: FADE TO BLACK (1980)

Following pretty closely behind in Peeping Tom’s footsteps is this story about an awkward, chain-smoking film buff who descends into the identities of the film characters he adores to cope with his loneliness and self-hatred, leading to a silver screen-themed bloodbath.

Fade to Black takes on the fanboy side of things – of a man who slowly loses his identity to the movies he adores because that is the only way he can cope, and through them, exacting revenge on a cruel world.

FILM #3: THE LAST BROADCAST (1998)

Almost a year before The Blair Witch Project terrorized audiences around the world, The Last Broadcast told an extremely low-budget found-footage tale about the investigation into an expedition that struck out in search of the Jersey Devil – and discovered something far worse.

While I wouldn’t exactly qualify this one as a meta-slasher (or a slasher at all), it has several delightfully diabolical qualities that tie quite neatly into Danny’s whole schtick. Saying too much about this little homebrewed horror risks spoiling the whole thing, so I won’t go into too much detail – all I’ll say is that Mr. Johnson will be on your mind by the end.

Those three might’ve been in the spotlight this episode, but I’d also recommend taking a look at Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon (2006) and All About Evil (2010). Abundantly more comedic, they both tell the story of highly theatrical self-made slashers that resonate along the same frequencies as our favourite masked miscreant. The former almost shares a name with Danny’s own tome story!

With that, we come to the end of our first Movie Matchup article. Ghost Face might’ve been the first, but he certainly won’t be the last – there’s a whole weird wide world out there filled with killer films, and films that made our Killers.

[jimmylee300]

Hong Kong Action Films Blog 1

Hi everyone, my name is Jimmy Lee and for my global cinema class I chose to dive into the world of Hong Kong action cinema. I intend to analyze more of the genre of East Asia, as well as learn more about it myself as I go along! I love film, and my favorite genres are 80s horror/slasher movies, and also action movies from the 2000s.

(Fast and Furious)

This genre emerged in the 70s, but skyrocketed in the 80s so this will be a new realm of film for me to dive into. Action movies are some of the best movies out there for me because there is always something going on, so I am excited to analyze Hong Kong action films and the history behind it! My goal with this blog is to educate not only myself, but others too about the world of Hong Kong action cinema.

(Bullet in the Head, 1990)

To start off, Hong Kong action cinema was super important for Hong Kong's film industry as a whole, basically putting Hong Kong on the map in the cinema industry. It is one of the biggest, if not biggest factor in why Hong Kong cinema is known globally to this day. From the title "action film" it tells the basis of what the industry and films are generally about, but it's not just endless gun fights and conflict. It is known to also weave great Chinese storytelling into its action whilst using traditional Chinese film techniques. This makes the genre so diverse and versatile, incorporating unique filmmaking styles which is why this industry competed with Hollywood at one point.

This genre, also known as Hong Kong New Wave, is known to have emerged in the 1970s with a lot of people arguing its prime being had in the 1980s. Hong Kong's cinema industry had been lacking before then, so new up and coming directors decided to take a different approach to Hong Kong cinema to revise the genre and bring it back to life. With directors such as John Woo, Patrick Tam, and Tsui Hark, they took the films to a whole new level with action cinema. Some of John Woo's most popular action films are Hard Boiled from 1992 and A Better Tomorrow from 1986. Patrick Tam contributed with popular films such as Nomad and Final Victory, and Tsui Hark had directed Twin Dragons and Yes, Madam!

(Director John Woo)

A lot of people look up to these directors as the founding fathers of Hong Kong action cinema and credit them to making it so popular. if it was so popular, what was the reason? Well, they implemented innovative styles of directing and filming, to give viewers a breath of fresh air. of course these films weren't the first ever action films, but it was a spin off of something that was already great, which is why I'm talking about it today. A lot of movies, specifically action movies, of today can give thanks to these influential films and directors, as well as the actors too. Just to briefly touch up on some of the new film techniques being used that I've been talking about, here are some of the most innovative techniques used by Hong Kong action cinema directors:

Dramatic gunplay in fights, and dramatic fights in general to make them seem more interesting and unpredictable.

During these gun fights and action, slow motion was used to give it a dramatic effect, which makes it so innovative.

The story telling also was not straightforward, but in a good way. It had the viewer putting the pieces together like a puzzle (instead of having viewers watch and not analyze the plot) and this created a different approach to the narrative structure of the films which was new to most people.

Editors also worked hard after film sessions, trying different things while editing to keep things fresh, with the help of lots of special effects.

Hong Kong action films may seem straightforward from the name, until you press play and really take in the nature of the films. Innovative techniques, editing, and odd but creative storytelling helped bring a new approach to the film industry, which helped lift the Hong Kong industry to the mainstream and make it known around the world!

[yukidragon]

I'm glad you enjoyed my idea! I love what you've contributed to the concept. Please be sure to share the link if you draw something about it. I'd love to see it.💕

I can see the intention of the dubcon, both for the player to enjoy the kink and to give a failure state. However, as you pointed out, being locked into a sex scene every time you get hit really bogs down the gameplay. I've tried these sort of platformers before and it quickly became such a slog. All forward momentum is stopped instantly and you have to wait through the animation before you continue. It killed the fun of the platforming aspect for me, and it made it harder to enjoy the different animations. Getting slammed by enemy number 1 repeatedly when I'm trying to see what enemy 2 will do breaks the flow and makes the game more of a chore to get through than a challenge.

Really, the biggest allure to games like that is being able to choose what sort of sex scene you want to watch, and as many times as you want to watch it. By giving the player the option to activate the sex scene at any time, it allows players to replay the sex scenes as much as they want until they're ready to get back into the gameplay.

The sex is the draw to that kind of game, so it made more sense that it would be a reward and incentive, rather than a failure state. There could even be special items hidden in levels to find that the player can use for kink with Jack, like bondage gear, candles, paddles, etc. So not only could the levels affect the type of sex scenes due to what's there, but there can be bonus items specifically to enjoy a particular flavor of kink.

These items/kink could be made optional too just by being something the player can select in the item screen. That way if you don't want to use, say, the paddle you just picked up to spank Jack's perky butt or vice-versa if it's meant to paddle MC's behind, you just don't select the item.

It'd also be an incentive to explore the levels to get all the collectables. There's the thrill of getting them all, and the option to see what kinky things MC can do with Jack using them if you're interested in seeing that particular kink.

I agree the enemy sprites would be designed to be sexy too. I figure it won't be just sexy ladies like Shantae, but also men and nonbinary people too.

Heck, I can see how a character creator would work. It'd be difficult to change too much about the base MC's body type in order to keep all the different animations, but swapping the palette would be easy for hair and skin color. Also you could choose between what genitals the player has for the sex scenes as well as pronouns used when characters refer to them.

This also encourages a unique kind of incentive to replay the game, as the player can choose to change their MC to see what the animations look like with a different set of genitals or with larger boobs rather than a flat chest.

Oh, and of course the MC has to be wearing a very skimpy, sexy outfit. Maybe with some jiggle animation depending on if there's boobs, a bulge, or both.

As you might expect, this game would be very animation heavy, but that's the draw of NSFW platformers. You want to see the different kinky things the sprites can do.

I love the idea of a kinky 80's slasher horror theme. The settings can be creepy, while Jack is cheerful and bright. He follows normally as a ball of light, kind of like Navi, or he's in a piece of clothes/jewelry the MC wears so as not to be a distraction to the player during gameplay. A bit of whimsical charm in an otherwise campy, sexy, kinda grim setting.

It presents a fun contrast to Jack being so sweet and kinky to the MC in such grim, albeit cheesy surroundings. It also contrasts when Jack goes yandere mode and suddenly the horror isn't so campy anymore.

Thanks for giving me more ideas to expand the concept. 💖

Sunny Day Jack the NSFW Platformer

Imagine if Sunny Day Jack was a NSFW platformer game instead of a NSFW visual novel.

Content Warning: This post is full of smut with a sprinkle of yandere horror on top for a bit of spice. I know it goes without saying with a title and opening line like that, but I like to cover my bases.

You know about NSFW platformers, right? The MC runs around doing the usual platforming gameplay stuff, but whenever they get hit, the enemies have sex with them. I've never been a big fan of the implied dubious/non-consent aspect of those kind of games, plus there's some mixed signals here. I mean, getting hit is what you try to avoid in those games, yet the fail state becomes the reason why we play NSFW platformers in the first place. Even without the discomfort of dubious consent, that seems kind of backwards to me.

I know that we're here to watch the MC have sex in kinky creative ways when playing a NSFW platformer, but I think the concept can be improved. Enthusiastic consent makes everything a hell of a lot sexier you know. Why not have the game be centered around a scenario where MC is just as eager as the player to go down to pound town?

Instead of enemies being the source of the lewdness like usual NSFW platformer games and inserting dubious/non-consent, the player can instead choose to summon Jack at any time for some enthusiastically consenting spicy fun. Consent is baked into his character, and we all know that he's always ready to show his sunshine lots of love anywhere at any time. It can even be the game's healing mechanic.

Yes, I know it might lessen the challenge of a platformer game when you can heal yourself at any time at the press of a button, but the point of NSFW platformer games is just having an excuse to watch the MC get railed. I prefer my thinly veiled excuse for sexy times to be consenting, thank you very much.

Jack could even use the various level settings and backgrounds as props for different animations. He could also have different initial commentary depending on how injured the player is.

Jack: Oh my gosh, Sunshine! Don't worry, I'll help you feel better right away. Just relax and let me take care of you.

Jack: Oh dear, that looks like it really hurts. Leave it to me, Sunshine, I'll make sure you forget all about it in no time at all.

Jack: My poor, Sunshine. Here, let me kiss that booboo all better for you. And I think this spot could use a kiss too. And here too. Can't forget here either...

Heck, the player can summon Jack even when their life bar is full.

Jack: Sunshine, you don't seem to be injured. Why did you call...? Oh... I see, you're not hurt, you're just aching for my love right now, aren't you?*amused, throaty chuckle* That's okay, you know I'm always ready to make you feel absolutely amazing. Come here.

Jack: Oh? Not ready to say goodbye yet, Sunshine? *chuckle* That's okay. You know I'll never get tired of showing you just how much I love you. We can make love as many times as you like.

And other such commentary, plus smutty comments during the act itself as Jack heals MC thoroughly with his love~!

The cutscenes don't necessarily have smut, but a lot of flirting and banter between Jack and MC. Mostly just bonding as a couple and enjoying each other's company for some fun character interaction. Also he gives tips on beating the upcoming boss.

The yandere part comes in when MC loses all their health bar. Instead of a game over, while MC is unconscious on the ground, the screen starts to glitch and Jack's sprite appears, now distorted and terrifying. The background itself starts to warp in unsettling ways, growing darker and the colors more muted.

Jack: *glitchy and angry* I know you wanted to deal with things yourself, Sunshine... but I just can't stand back and watch these monsters hurt you anymore.

Cue creepypasta-esque distortions and the horrors.

Then boop, everything pops back to normal in a snap, the screen cleared of enemies, and MC slowly wakes up, confused. Jack, now back to normal, kneels beside them, helping them up as he cuddles them close. He's a bit shaken up and clingy.

Jack: Easy now, Sunshine. I know you want to get back up and try again as soon as possible, but you need to rest and let me heal you first. That's it... just let me take care of you. I'll make you feel so, so good.

Jack: You've worked so hard for so long and you've been hurting so much. I might not be able to fight in your place, but I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you so much, Sunshine.

There's probably no lives system, not unless dying too many times makes Jack totally snap to yandere mode, resulting in a bad end. Though, really the "bad" end is him convincing MC to abandon their quest to keep making love to him endlessly. It's just an excuse for more sexy times with some yandere spice on top.

In that case, each time Jack goes yandere mode, he's a bit scarier and kills off more enemies in the level. Like the first time it's just the screen they're on, then each time spreads the effect beyond the surrounding screen. It'd leave for some creepy moments of MC running through an empty world until they find enemies again.

Of course, Jack is clingier each time he heals MC back to full health, with more possessive, needy, and downright desperate dialogue until finally he can't take it anymore.

Jack might be able to heal MC at any time. He might be able to rescue them when they're in trouble, but he just can't watch them hurt themselves anymore.

Jack: I'm sorry, but this is for your own good, Sunshine.

At this point Jack takes them into a pocket zone that they can't escape from. Maybe Cloudy Town themed with some faintly warped colorful scenery. The bad end is just him convincing MC to forget about continuing the quest. After all the pain they've been through, they just decide to give in. Endless sex with their lover, even when he's in scary yandere mode is soooo much better than the pain of dying repeatedly after all.

Jack: There now... isn't this better? You don't have to hurt anymore. You don't have to fight anymore. All you need to do is feel. Feel the way my hands caress you. It feels so good, doesn't it? You don't have to hurt or ache anymore. You can just focus on my hands, my lips... my cock...

Jack: Oh, Sunshine. My precious, perfect, beautiful Sunshine. You don't have to worry about fighting anymore. Just forget about all about that silly quest. Forget about anything else. None of it matters anymore. All you need to do is focus on me and how I make you feel.

Jack: That's it, Sunshine. Take my cock, just like that. Oh God... It feels so good. It... it's better this way, isn't it? We don't have to leave if you don't want to. It can just be you and me. It can just be me pounding my cock into your pretty holes... kissing every inch of your aching body... making you scream my name. I can make you feel like this forever.

Hmm... really, Jack's dialogue might be a lot more unhinged, yandere, and demanding than that by this point in a bad end, but eh, you get the gist. Regardless, MC makes it clear to the player that at this point they're done fighting and only want to feel good with Jack now.

Naturally the good end also involves sexy times with Jack. Victory sexy times. I mean, this is a NSFW game. Sexy time scenes are the entire point. And you know Jack will want to celebrate his sunshine's victory the best way he knows how - a gratuitous full screen CG sex scene.

Contrasting with the bad end, the good end is softer, more loving.

Jack: You did it, Sunshine! Oh, I knew you could.

Jack: Now that you've saved the day, it's time for some well earned rest. You can relax and let me take care of you from now on. *seductively* After all, a hero like you deserves your reward, don't you think?

Jack: That's it. Oh, Sunshine... my brave, mighty hero. You're so beautiful, so courageous. You're so wonderful.

Of course there'd be more exchanges between MC and Jack in the dialogue. Banter makes the intimacy more fun after all. This post is mostly just ideas from off the top of my head as they come to me.

Speaking of endings, I can think of at least one secret one in this kind of game. It's mostly for the hardcore gamer crowd who likes a challenge. In this case, if the player never gets hit and never summons Jack for sexual healing, the ending scene is a just a bit different. Jack still appears during cutscenes to banter with MC and encourage them like usual, but he gets just a little pent up by the end of each level. Maybe even dropping hints how they shouldn't be afraid to rest sometimes, and he's always ready to show them just how much he loves them.

By the time the player beats the game, Jack is just ready to burst. He's just so messy and needy and overwhelming MC with praise as he gives them their reward.

Jack: Oh fuck, Sunshine. I need you so, so badly. I can't wait anymore. Please... please...!

Oh, also, any enemies on the screen probably stop what they're doing to watch while Jack is healing MC, so we get bonus exhibition kink. It might even result in some different positions/animations as Jack intentionally puts on a show when there's other characters around to see. And maybe some leaning on the 4th wall since he's showing off sexy times to the player.

Knowing Alice, she wouldn't be summoning Jack for sexy fun healing times unless there were no enemies on screen. She'd summon him even when fully healed sometimes too, since his love heals more than just her body~

If an enemy projectile would hit the MC while they're in "healing" mode, the attacks are deflected. Like it gets interrupted by Jack's supernatural powers with some yandere hints or something. Or all enemies freeze completely, attacks disappear, and everything becomes a show of Jack healing MC. I dunno. This is just a bunch of silly ideas I'm giving off the cuff. I'd have to put more thought into the details if I was to make this game a reality.

If I had the spoons to program and animate a 2D platformer, I'd be tempted to take a crack at this kind of super self-indulgent smutty game, or at least make some mock screenshots. Of course, I'd have to use Alice as the MC, since there's no way I could create every permutation of MC if they have a sprite visible on screen for sexy times.

Hmm... maybe a character select screen to choose between Alice, Arthur, or Ace... Though that'd still be a ridiculous amount of different sprites to animate in various positions of sexy times with Jack.

Sadly, since I simply lack the spoons for such an undertaking, the world will just have to settle for this ramble. Maybe I'll inspire someone to take a crack at it. Maybe I'll just write a short story full of game tropes and shameless smutty OPT indulgence someday. Who knows?

In any case, I hope you enjoyed this spicy game concept of Jack repeatedly seducing MC while they try to save the world or something in a video game platformer.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Implacable Stalker

+2 CR

Any creature with an Intelligence of 3 or higher; usually an Outsider, Humanoid, or Monstrous Humanoid

Horror Adventures, pg. 238-239

Bit of a different one today; rather than a monster, this is actually a little review of a monster Template, something we’ve just barely spoken of on this blog, and often as one being offered as a reward for divine service. A Template is a bunch of stats and abilities that can be stapled onto any existing monster to give it some extra zing, doing everything from allowing a DM to give their favorite monster some new tactics to giving out new surprises to familiar monsters that every player thinks they know how to counter. Templates are great “plug and play” ways to add extra threat to an existing encounter, often doing in just 1 or 2 extra CR what would normally require 6 or 7 class levels. I highly recommend them!

Granted, the players suffering from recurring nightmares about their encounter with the Implacable Stalker likely won’t be as enthusiastic about the whole thing, but what were they expecting going to the Lake of Crystals, or buying property in Faddonhield? Really, it’s their fault.

Putting this under a cut because it got a little longer than I thought it would!

The Implacable Stalker Template turns any monster it’s slapped onto into the quintessential nigh-invincible slasher movie villain, giving them a pile of stats and skill bonuses (most notably +8 to Intimidation checks, which is important), an immense number of defensive abilities (DR 5/--! 10 points of Resistance to every element!!), and a bunch of tools that are literally Pathfinder translations of horror movie narrative convenience! What do I mean by that? Well, first off, do you know how in slasher movies, people seem to lose all semblance of problem solving ability once the killer is near? That’s displayed by the Stalker’s Fear Aura, which causes any and all creatures with 5 or less HD to automatically become frightened if they come within 60ft of the horror. A successful save doesn’t negate the fear entirely, causing them to become shaken instead. Any creature with more than 5 HD is slightly less afraid; success on their save renders them protected from the aura’s effects, and failure only causes them to become shaken. However, leaving and then re-entering the Stalker’s aura forces another save; there’s no 24 hour immunity! Don’t run away and come back to try and save anyone, you fool! Then again, the more likely scenario is that you run until you think you’re safe, only for it to eventually catch up.

It’ll take a while to do that, though. In a move I find hysterical but also fitting, a Stalker’s movespeed is dropped by 10ft (to a minimum of 20), so it always moves slower than a human running away from it at full speed, giving it the menacing yet inexorable stroll of famous killers... And just like Jason Voorhees in the increasingly terrible sequels, no matter how far away you get or how many barriers you put between yourself and the killer, as soon as no one’s looking at the Stalker it turns out it’s Right Behind You, having teleported upwards to 480ft to any point adjacent to a creature it’s aware of that’s suffering from any level of fear (shaken, frightened, or panicked). This teleportation is a swift action it can use every 1d6 rounds, allowing the Stalker to use its full attack against whatever victim it’s just jumpscared and more than likely ripping them to pieces.

To really set the mood for an Implacable Stalker, I recommend a DM place several disposable red-shirt NPCs along with the party, allowing them to be picked off one by one by the Stalker or taken out by its jumpscare. Make sure, however, that at least one of the deaths happens ‘on screen,’ i.e. where the party can see it, because the Stalker can use its swift action to put on a Gory Display every time it manages to slay a creature. This horrific showing of violence can either enhance the horror’s Str and Con for a short time, restore a chunk of HP to it, give it back one of its expended spell-likes... or cause a single creature within 60ft (which it doesn’t even have to be aware of) to lose any fear immunity it may have. This last one is important if you want it to be a real threat, because otherwise a Paladin or caster with Unbreakable Heart or a party with the humble Calm Emotions can ignore half the Implacable Stalker’s kit.

Circling back to the “horror movie narrative convenience” and combining it with “half the stalker’s kit,” we have the slasher’s ability to sniff out its victims no matter where they’re hiding, except in Pathfinder it’s called Sense Fear. This radius of 120ft detection allows the Stalker to precisely target the exact spot a creature suffering from any level of fear is hiding in, allowing it to teleport to them or threateningly trundle towards them... or pretend to have lost them, only to burst through whatever barrier they thought was safe. Sense Fear even works through most barriers, allowing the Stalker to wait on the other side of a wall to smash through it and grab anyone it finds.

And of course, slashers are always significantly stronger until the Final Girl finally gets over her fear and attacks it back... but until then, every additional character is just another point of weakness. The Implacable Stalker is already tremendously hard to put down, getting +6 Con from the Template, along with Toughness for even more extra HP and a jaw-dropping +6 extra natural armor, but the Terrifying Inevitability of the horror cranks it from “resilient” to “juggernaut” so long as it can see or hear a creature suffering any level of fear. Terrifying Inevitability doubles its insurmountable DR from 5 to 10, gives it an enormous amount of Spell Resistance (16 + its CR), and grants it Fast Healing equal to its Hit Dice, assuring the fearful fool it has at its mercy won’t deal any lasting damage, if they deal damage at all.

I’m recommending the Stalker template with the understanding that it has a VERY good chance of making an encounter unfun rather than exhilarating or terrifying, so use it very carefully, and don’t just drop it on players like a random encounter; build it up, make an environment and a whole setting for it, and make sure players have some method to escape it or finally, heroically fight back against it. Perhaps finding a scroll of Calm Emotions is what allows the party to turn the tides against it? Not only does the suppression of fear prevent the Stalker from turning up Right Behind You, but shuts off its Terrifying Inevitability and prevents it from detecting invisible or hiding creatures with Sense Fear, allowing the party to get the jump on it and finally kill it for good.

Just make sure you double-tap it. Like all good slashers, there’s always a chance it’ll get in one final jumpscare due to its Diehard feat! And worse, it may still live on via Nightmare Resurrection, haunting every victim who witnessed its death for weeks on end via terrifying, traumatic nightmares until they succeed three saves... or the Implacable Stalker comes back, returned to life and full health just in time for the sequel.

You can read more about it here.

[f1nalboys]

Hi, I have been reading your blogs and love it! It's so nice to find someone who loves slashers too haha. If it's not a bother, I'd like to make a request. With The Lost Boys where the reader ends up stopping in the TLB movie universe. She gets confused at first but quickly recognizes everything, especially the boys. That being the case, she tries to help them by warning about the frog brothers. How would they react? Sorry if it got confusing lol.

hi there!! so sorry for the long wait but i really enjoyed writing this request!! I hope you enjoy it :)

WARNINGS: none

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You had never been more confused before in your life. One minute you were in bed, half asleep, scrolling for a video to watch on your phone and the next you’re laying on the beach. You were sitting in the sand now, looking around trying to figure out 1. Where the hell you were and 2. Why the hell you were here.

There was a boardwalk just behind you and it was absolutely bustling with people. Most were dressed… differently than you were used to, but that’s not what made you freak out. It was turning to your left and seeing the Santa Carla welcome sign. Santa Carla. There’s no way you were here, right? It had to be a dream.

The sound of yelling caught your attention and you nearly shit yourself at the sight in front of you: four men in familiar clothing arguing with a beefy motorcycle man. One had platinum blonde hair, bordering on white, and he was smoking a cigarette with a smug look on his sharp features. Directly to his right was a taller, long-haired man with no shirt but a leather jacket on.

Holy shit. You blink your eyes hard, pinching yourself hard on the arm until the skin began to throb. You weren’t waking up. This wasn’t a dream, or, at least, wasn’t one you were waking up from. You stand, extremely aware of how differently you were dressed compared to the people around you, and you make your way towards the men. They had finished arguing with the man and were now standing around talking to one another.

“Hey!” You call, instantly slapping yourself in your mind. ‘Hey?’ Why would you try and get their attention anyways? The four turn towards you and you watch as David, because the closer you get the more you realize this was real, cocks an eyebrow at you. Paul and Marko were whispering to each other, large grins plastered onto their faces, while Dwayne watched you walk towards them silently.

“Do we know you?” David asks, his voice having an edge to it. You gulp, your heartbeat picking up speed and David grins at you. He could hear it. He takes a step towards you, closing the gap, and the others follow suit. They walk circles around you like a lion waiting to pounce on the injured gazelle. “I don’t think we do. I’m D-”

“David, I know. You’re Marko, Paul, and Dwayne.” You say, your voice much more confident than you actually were. David's grin drops instantly, his eyebrows scrunching together. He takes another drag from his cigarette, dropping it and stamping it out with his foot as he glances you up and down.

“How the hell do you know that?” Marko asks though it seems he’s more curious than angry. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out the best way to tell them that wouldn’t make you sound crazy, but nothing came up.

David’s hand outstretches and grabs ahold of your chin, gripping it tightly and forcing you to look at him. His eyes darken. “He asked you a question.”

“It’s a long story and it won’t make sense to you, honestly. I’ll tell you if you let me go.” You bargain and thankfully David obliges. He drops his hand to his side and raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to talk. You take a look at the other three men who were all waiting with various levels of annoyance and intrigue. You sigh.

Almost three hours of talking and answering questions later, you were finally finished telling them what you knew. You were now at a random restaurant, sitting on one of the outdoor tables, picking at fries. They had oh so graciously bought them for you halfway through your story which seemed to be draining their energy.

“So, let me see if I’m understanding you correctly. You’re telling us that you’re not from here and are instead from a place where we are… in a movie? And that it talks about us being… ya’ know?” You nod. David was on his fifth cigarette now and looked genuinely confused. “None of this makes sense.”

“Yeah, but I’m just telling you what I know,” You say, popping a fry into your mouth. Marko was absolutely riveted by your story and he had continued to interject, asking questions or correcting small details of what you said. Paul looked confused but you came to learn that was just his resting face.

“So… what now?” Dwayne asks, leaning over and grabbing a fry from your tray. He had been quiet this entire time, only speaking to tell Marko and Paul to shut up so he could hear you. You shrug. It’s not an everyday thing for you to get transported into one of your favorite movies and have to talk to the four people you had a crush on since the first time you ever watched the film.

“Maybe you got put here to tell us something… maybe warn us? This is awesome! It’s like that ‘Back to the Future’ movie or something,” Paul says and Marko nods excitedly. Dwayne seems to consider this and shrugs. David is the only one who doesn’t seem fully convinced.

“Who’s the head vampire?”

“Max.”

“... You’re right,” David says, displeased. He takes a swig of his now-warm beer and grimaces slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He kept staring at you, trying to figure you out and it was really starting to get to you. Sure you had always day-dreamt about staring into those icy-blue and green eyes but it was a completely different story now that he was doing so in a not-so-friendly way.

Marko throws an arm over David's shoulder and shakes him a bit, trying to get him to smile. “Come on, Dave! This is cool!” He turns to you once again and leans in close. You catch a whiff of his scent which was practically intoxicating; sea salt, hair gel, and nail polish. “So, how does the movie end?”

“Uhh… not that great, at least for you guys.” You say, grimacing at their expressions. You did not think this through. “You guys and Max kinda get killed…”

“Killed? By who?” Dwayne asks, his eyes narrowing slightly. Even though he didn’t believe you fully, you knew far too much about them for him to completely blow you off.

“Michael. Well, Michael, his brother, the frog brothers, and Star.” Their faces contort at the names and you realize that you may have gotten here before any of them had met the others. “You don’t know who I’m talking about, do you?”

“Star, yeah, but we just met her yesterday. Haven’t gotten her back to our place. Who the hell are the frog brothers?” Paul asks and, right on time, two boys sprint past your table, comics in hand, cursing at whoever they were running after. One was in a camo shirt and a red bandana tied around his forehead while the other wore a grey sleeveless shirt.

“That’s the frog brothers.” The four men pause before erupting into laughter. Those two losers had a part in their deaths? Yeah, right. “Seriously; they know about vampires and they’re the reason you four get caught. Just… try and steer clear of those people, alright? And if you haven’t turned Laddie yet, don’t.”

You scrunch your eyes in pain as your head begins to throb. You can hear the four men in front of you talking but you can’t make any of it out. A buzzing sound fills your head and your hands find a place over your ears, trying to stop the pain that has erupted in your brain. Right as you think your head is about to explode the noise stops.

Your eyes opened and you’re no longer on the boardwalk. You were in bed, a random video playing on your phone. It was considerably darker outside now and if you really concentrated you could almost smell the cigarette smoke that had been wafting around you for the last few hours. Smiling, you turn your phone off and curl into bed. That was the most realistic dream you’ve had yet.

Back in Santa Carla, the boys were still seated at the boardwalk, gaping at your now empty chair. One second you were there and the next you were gone. David hadn’t taken his eyes off of you and yet you had vanished.

“Huh. I think we should go talk to Max,” Marko says, standing up. Paul and Dwayne nod, standing as well, but David stays sitting. His eyes were still on your chair. Dwayne places a hand on his friend's shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

[lucifers-horror-harem]

1. I'm so glad we're both Fredrick Trash I love that for us and that chicken nugget goblin expect random memes from me 2. My chronic migraines are killing me DEAD may I humbly request how some slasher lads would react to that?

YES I’m always happy for more Freddy mutuals and as someone who also has bad migraines/headaches I relate to this really hard, so I chose some boys to do this for, hope you like!!!! :D

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy personally doesn't care at first. After all, your first instinct when you get a migraine is to hide in a dark place and fall asleep, which leaves you free for more time with him. However, he begins to realize just how irritable you can become if he pesters you too much, which starts to become a problem for him. He's an impatient man and he wants you when he wants you, so having you lash out at him is something that makes him annoyed. 

It isn't too hard for Freddy to loosen up a bit when he sees just how much in pain you are. You only half-heartedly grunt in response to him, your hands covering your eyes or rubbing the bridge of your nose. Sometimes your face is just buried in a pillow, nudging your face deep so you don't let any light in and also help alleviate the pressure building behind your eyes. 

While he personally isn’t very good at being comforting, he can at least make your surroundings in your dreams better. Freddy will conjure the softest pillows and blankets in the nicest bed you could ever hope for. He completes your nest with whatever you need, like more soft stuffed animals or usual comforts you’ve become used to. And if you look especially pathetic and in pain, he could be persuaded to snuggle up with you. But only if he REALLY feels like you need it. Don’t tell anyone, but he wouldn’t need much more than your sweet words to make him want to ease your pain even just slightly.

Leslie Vernon:

All you need to do is say the word and Leslie is by your side! Anything that will help you feel better he will go out and grab in an instant. As soon as you start feeling a migraine coming on, he is already grabbing you a bottle of water and Tylenol. 

His home is always quiet, what with being out in the middle of nowhere and all, so you have nothing to worry about with being bothered by loud noises. Leslie has to tone his normal levels of excitement down though, which can sometimes be hard for him so he might slip up until he remembers and quiets down again. If you need it, he is happy to let you relax in his room while he finishes some of his daily tasks just so you can get some much-needed alone time to sleep off your headache. 

Leslie also is eager to snuggle away your pain, and will happily get into bed with you and be your big spoon as you doze off in his arms. He hums softly as he brushes your hair out of your face, his chin resting on the top of his head as he lulls you to sleep. By the time you wake up, he is ready to go and get you some food in the hopes that you feel better again.

The Blissfield Butcher/Quentin Shermer:

Probably the worst partner to have if you were having migraines, while simultaneously being the best. If you aren’t feeling good, Quentin keeps his distance from you in order to give you your space while also not wanting to be in the middle of it. He can’t get yelled at for doing something wrong if he isn’t there, right?

But at the same time, it would be helpful to have him there sometimes, especially when you’re in so much pain that you can’t even stand it. If you need any meds at the store it will be a bit like pulling teeth with him. Quentin hates being out in public, but if he cares about you enough he will begrudgingly retrieve anything you ask of him.

He’s not a big cuddler anyway, and if you pester him about wanting to snuggle he will eventually agree after a bit of back and forth arguing. Quentin doesn’t really reciprocate your hugs, but he allows you to lay on his body, pressing your face into his chest as you eventually fall asleep. While you’re asleep, he might wrap his arms around you, but if you were to find out then he might not do it again.

[fizziepopangel]

The Human Centipede Trilogy (TW: mentions of gore, death, and SA)

The first sequence of The Human Centipede was released in 2010 with its second and third installments following closely behind in 2011 & 2015. Labelled as horror, slasher, and splatter, the writer and director of this trilogy (Tom Six) takes viewers on 3 separate journeys; each getting more disturbing than the last.... so much so that only the first movie was worth watching. And, yes, I did waste roughly 4 hours of my short little life watching all 3.

For anyone reading this who isn't familiar with the concept of The Human Centipede movies, the photos should give you an idea of the basic concept of the movies. This of course being that a string of people is surgically strung together mouth the ass, taking the phrase "eat shit" to a while new, sickening level.

Sequence 1: Believe it or not, the 2010 movie was actually good, and something I would and have recommended to those who think they can stomach it. This movie depicts a crazy German doctor kidnapping 3 tourists and sewing the strangers together to create one long digestive tract.... While the doctor's experiment works and he does end up with a functioning three-person centipede, his overall success ends with the tail end of the centipede unaliving himself and the front of the centipede dying from blood poising from the basement surgery (big surprise there, huh?), and the doctor himself being shot fatally by a police officer. While the doctor being unable to hurt anymore people was definitely a huge win, the two officers in his home also ended up being fatally wounded and leave the middle segment of the centipede alive, alone, and most likely on her way to a slow, painful death from dehydration, starvation, or eventually infection from being sewn to two different dead bodies. Despite the ending, overall, the movie was a solid, well shot piece of gore. If I were to rate the film, I would give it a solid 6.5 out of 10 and I wouldn't be opposed to sitting down to watch it again some time.

Sequence 2: A year after the original movie was released, the second sequence of the trilogy came into existence. This movie, while again written and directed by a mister Tom Six, followed a different storyline. As much as I went into this movie experience wanting to like it, there is very little to say about it that's actually good. This sequence actually takes place in a timeline in which the first movie was a movie that the main character (Martin) has an unhealthy obsession with. Martin, a man shy, mentally challenged little man suffering from abuse that had been ongoing since his childhood, falls in love with the idea of the human centipede and decides to study the film in order to make his own human centipede. I won't bore anyone with the details of each individual instance of Martin's crazed centipede extravaganza, but I will say that plot wise, the movie seemed lazily written, and I was sad to see that the movie was shot completely in black and white, which seemed to drown out most of the gore and splatter. On top of that, most deaths in the movie seemed to do little to advance the plot, only really done for the dramatics of it all... and the lazy writing in this sequence really used the "it was all just a dream" trope to wrap the movie up.... While the acting was decent, the style choices in this movie, the unnecessary deaths and crude behavior all seemed like a desperate effort to shock viewers into believing it was good horror because it was uncomfortably gross. Due to the poor stylistic choice and lack of a halfway decent plotline, this film ranks extremely low on my list of things to watch again , ranking at only a 2 out of 10.

Sequence 3: Although fully in color this time, this was arguably the worst thing I've sat through start to finish. After watching the first sequence and enduring the second, I felt obligated to watch the final sequence, and while I again started the movie with a bowl of ramen and an open mind, I quickly found that I would have a long hour and a half. Sequence 3 is centered around Bill Boss (played by the same actor who played the doctor in sequence 1), a cruel yet cowardly prison warden. Again, in this film universe, sequence 1 and 2 are bother purely fictional works pitched to Bill Boss by his accountant to rehabilitate the inmates, cut costs and crack down on prison violence. This leads to the idea that they may be able to make a human centipede with the 500 inmates within the prison walls to present to the governor when he visits the prison. When this experiment is completed, Bill proceeds to shoot and kill the prison doctor that helped them make their sick centipede and worm ideas a reality for being too excited to continue his work when he asks about the next round of surgeries without the knowledge that the entire thing had been shot down by the governor just moments before. His accountant suffers the same fate when the governor returns to the prison with a change of heart about the centipede idea being a permanent fixture in their facility, crediting Dwight (the accountant) for the idea. From SA to torture to murder over greed, to the 500 person centipede (and the caterpillar), there was nothing good within the near two hours I sat through it. It was stale, needlessly vulgar, and overall extremely upsetting to watch. After almost tapping out while watching the movie, I can say with full confidence that I will never be sitting through this again unless there is a hefty amount of cash on the line. there isn't a rating low enough to give this sequence an accurate rating.

Now, I know no one asked me to talk about this trilogy, but I had to. The movies were just too much to not talk about them. I thank everyone who read and enjoyed my late night ramblings on the movie, anyone who didn't can eat shit (see what I did there lol😂).

[nonobadcat]

Yandere Mr. Compress X F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only 8 chapter story

Summary: Six months into your relationship with the "Incredible Mr. Compress", your future seems as bright as the stage lights under which he makes his name. However, your best friend, Harada Yumiko, has her doubts about this "perfect" stranger who seems to have magically appeared in your life. While he continues to shower you with increasingly serious affections, Yumiko's words make you start to ponder one thing: How much do you really know about Sako Atsuhiro?

TW: Rape, breeding/pregnancy kink, condom failure, unwanted pregnancy, discussions of abortion, stalking. A consensual relationship that devolves into non-con.

Dedicated to Miss_Mystery3

Chapter 1 Excerpt:

"So then tell me, my friend..." Her eyes flashed. "When were you going to tell me about this new man in your life?"

You gulped and sunk back into your seat. Your eyes rolled to the floor. "Ummmm…. Eventually?"

She tapped the table hard enough to make her manicure click. "I had to find out from my driver that my best friend was dating some sort of actor." She laid her head upon her forehead and swooned like a grandmother confronted with a store-bought version of her best dish. "Do you know how that made me feel?"

You twirled your thumbs around each other. "Sorry… you've been so busy lately..."

She smacked the wooden veneer and sneered at you. “I demand details!” She pointed a finger at your nose and narrowed her eyes. “Where did you meet him?"

You cast a thumb over your shoulder. "At a little bar down the street."

She frowned. "A bar? Didn't anyone ever tell you that you'll never meet a good man at a bar."

You shrugged. "Well, he was performing and then he asked me out later." You scratched your cheek. "So it wasn't technically in the bar..."

She fanned herself. "I cannot believe I'm hearing this." She grasped you by the shoulders. "He sounds sketchy! Break up with him, now."

You laughed. “Yumi-chan, you don’t even know him!”

She crossed her arms and huffed. “Is he even cute?”

You licked your lips and a gooey smile appeared on your face. Your cheeks glowed with embarrassed heat. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your cell phone. The lock screen background was a picture of yourself and a handsome man. The two of you had sappy grins on your face. You were making two V-shaped hands just beside your jaw and pouting your lips. He flashed a single set of bunny ears behind your head. His cheek was leaned into your scalp and the other arm was wrapped around your shoulders. His face was a perfect heart with boyish piles of soft brown waves piled on his head. Chocolate brown eyes seemed nearly molten in the hazy light. Instead of looking at the camera, they were looking at you.

Yumiko looked utterly dumbfounded. She stared from you to the picture and back again. Then a sullen frown tugged the corners of her mouth down.

You giggled. “I know, right? He’s super hot.” You rocked from side to side, clasping your hands together. “I still don’t know what he sees in me but I feel stupid lucky to have him.”

She handed your phone back to you and rolled her eyes. “There’s a catch.” She waved her hand dismissively and gave you a wicked side-eye. “I mean, sure he’s hot and all but don’t the circumstances seem a little suspicious to you?”

You cocked your head. "What do you mean, Yumi-chan?"

“I mean you met this guy at a dive bar right?” she asked.

“It wasn’t a dive bar!” You turned your head and poked your index fingers into each other until they arched. Embarrassed eyes found their way to the floor as you shuffled your feet. Out of the corner of your mouth, you muttered: “It was an open mic night.”

“Oh gee, open mic night.” She rolled her eyes. “So much classier.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “Look, I know your ex-”

A dark cloud fell over her face. She gritted her teeth and growled. “Can you just not?”

You winced and waved your hands apologetically. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Your friend crossed her arms and stared down her nose at you. “...besides, we’re talking about your love life, not mine.”

Your lips fell into a frown and your eyes rolled to the side.  It wasn’t like you really wanted to talk about it. She was the one that brought it up all of a sudden.

“How much do you know about him anyway?”

Your eyes sparkled. You began to tick off your fingers "Well… he's blood type B; he used to be part of a circus act with his grandfather." You grinned into the palm of your hand and practically squealed. "Oh my gosh! The third time we went on a date he pulled a bouquet of red tulips out of a hat! How romantic is that?!"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, how much do you really know about him? About his family? His friends?

You paused, mouth drawing tight. “...that’s…” You forced a grin to hide the queasy feeling flopping around in your stomach. “I mean…” You flipped your hand back and force as an uneasy laugher cracked from your throat like a bull frog’s croak. “Well… you know I wanted to take things kinda slow-”

“Are you having sex with him?”

Your fake smile froze on your face.

She groaned. “Oh, honey... If you’re doing the deed he isn’t taking it slow.” She narrowed her brows. “If the guy gets the milk without buying the cow-”

You gripped your upper arm and pursed your lips. “Yumiko,” you whined. “That’s super sexist!” You prodded your fingers. “Besides, the sex is fine with me. The part I wish he’d slow down is how serious he is about us.”

“What do you mean?”

You frowned and leveled her with a serious stare. “He told me he loved me after only three dates.”

Yumiko set her mimosa down and sat up straight. “That’s a bit fast.”

You nodded and ran your hand through your hair. “I told him it was too much-”

Yumiko cut you off. “And let me guess? He was all like…” She threw her voice into a fake deep murmur which made your IQ drop by several points. “...but baby because I love you I just wanna try anal once. Plleeeeeaassssseeeee.” Then she scoffed and took a large gulp of her drunk. With a dark glower, she snarled: “Men really are animals after all.”

Your eyes went wide and you waved your hands frantically. “Oh no! Nothing like that!” You folded your hands into your lap and squirmed in the chair. Your thumbs danced around each other like two cats in a fight. A warmth filled your cheeks as you bit your lip. “Actually, he was super understanding. He said it was in his nature to live fast but that he would absolutely respect my feelings on the matter.”

Yumiko’s jaw dropped. “You’re not serious?!” She slumped into her hand and groaned. “You actually believed him?! No guy is really that nice!”

Read the rest at Archive of Our Own

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@rare-yanderes -though Idk if this is rare enough for you

[decodad]

1, 18, 26

HORROR ask game!! 1. top 3 favorite subgenres 18. a character you really love 26. body horror vs gore?

top 3 favorite subgenres

hmm... an interesting question, because usually when i say i enjoy horror i just give one genre as an example, that being psychological. i looked up a list of different subgenres to help facilitate a more concrete answer, so based on some of my favorite movies being listed in some of them i'd say psychological (the one answer i always give; the shining, get out, the stepford wives), supernatural (the vvitch, midnight mass, carrie), and folk (midsommary, the vvitch again).

that said, when i go for horror i really go for anything that just doesn't have that much gore, as i can't handle it otherwise. genre outside of psychological doesn't much matter to me, so long as it's good.

18. a character you really love

NORMAN BATES!!!! absolutely my favorite character in horror, hands down. the only slasher i like because of the deep, aching pathos behind his character. psycho ii especially is just... heart-wrenching to watch.

26. body horror vs gore?

my answer here is three pronged, as i considered this question from multiple angles...

i find these to be interchangable terms most of the time, if only because as a general rule if either are present in a film or tv show with real people, i cannot watch it. even if the effects are schlocky-- my brain will fill in the gaps. i can't watch films like the thing or the fly remakes for this reason, unfortunately.

that said, in the realm of writing... i haven't read as much horror as i'd like, but i will gladly write or read both! i think for me if the gore i'm writing isn't falling within or at least approaching that realm of fear that body horror invokes, the loss of autonomy over one's corpus, then i'm not doing it right.

and when it comes to artwork that isn't encroaching on replicating things too realistically, gore all the way. body horror at any level of rendering is still usually (but not always) too much for me to look at or imagine. which can be kind of a problem when it comes to creature design for me, since my brain literally will not let me conjure up images disturbing enough for what effect i'm trying to engender...

[thecreaturecodex]

Muhnochwa

Image ©  Éphéméride des Chimères, @chimeride​

[The muhnochwa is a phantom assailant, a category of monsters I’ve dealt with a couple of times before. See the phantom slasher, dark scourge and the simaniac for a few of my other takes on the trope. This entity was said to have attacked the town of Lucknow in 2002, and was blamed on everything from a UFO to ball lightning to genetically modified insects released by the Pakistani army. There are a number of depictions online, but none of them matched the whole description (circular, bat wings, lights). The idea that “circular insect = louse” is one that @chimeride​ had, and I think it’s completely brilliant.]

Muhnochwa CR 4 N Construct This metallic contraption resembles a squat, circular insect with bat wings. It has four oversized claws and three lights—two in front that glow red, and one behind glowing blue.

The muhnochwa, or face scratcher, is a terror weapon developed by wizards to torment or assassinate their enemies. They are especially used when the goal is to put a whole community on edge, and they will often attack seemingly random targets. The creature can fly silently in order to swoop down and leave their victim with terrible gashes or electric shocks. If attacked, it pulses with bewildering lights, leaving its enemies dazed while it either flies away or fights back against those still active.  If their master dies, a muhnochwa continues its programmed task, attacking creatures at random until it is destroyed.  

Construction A muhnochwa’s body is crafted from magically treated brass, engraved with symbols of power and run through with electricity.

Muhnochwa CL 7th; Price 15,000 gp Requirements Craft Construct, cat’s grace, fly, nondetection, rainbow pattern, shocking grasp, creator must be caster level 7th; Skill Craft (clockwork) DC 12; Cost 7,500 gp.

Muhnochwa CR 4 XP 1,200 N Small construct Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +0 Defense AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+1 size, +3 Dex, +4 natural) hp 37 (5d10+10) Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +1 DR 5/adamantine; Immune construct traits; Resist electricity 10, fire 10; SR 20 vs. divinations Offense Speed 10 ft., fly 40 ft. (good) Melee 4 claws +7 (1d4+1) Special Attacks strobe Spell-like Abilities CL 5th, concentration +5 Constant—nondetection (self only) 3/day—shocking grasp Statistics Str 13, Dex 16, Con -, Int -, Wis 11, Cha 11 Base Atk +5; CMB +5; CMD 18 (22 vs. trip) Feats Flyby Attack (B) Skills Fly +11, Stealth +15; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth SQ luminous Ecology Environment any land or underground Organization solitary, squad (2-5) or fleet (6-13) Treasure none Special Attacks Luminous (Ex) A muhnochwa radiates light as a hooded lantern. It can extinguish or illuminate itself as a move action. Strobe (Su) As a standard action, a muhnochwa can pulse its lights in a disorienting pattern. All creatures within 30 feet that can see the muhnochwa must succeed a DC 14 Will save or be dazed for 1d3 rounds. A creature that succeeds the save is dazzled for 1d3 rounds instead. A muhnochwa can use this ability three times per day, but it must wait 1d4 rounds between uses. This is a visual, mind-influencing effect. The save DC is Charisma based and includes a +2 racial bonus.

[flamintango]

The Monstrous-Feminine: Barbara Creed's Theory of Monsters in Horror Films

[Translated from Paris Shih’s original. Disclaimer: I do not own the article.]

How should one read those aliens, demons, witches, vampire women, and feminine monsters in horror films? In her 1993 classic, The Monstrous-Feminine: Film, Feminism, Psychoanalysis, Barbara Creed enlightened us to a possible direction for interpretation with the dual theoretical framework of feminism and psychoanalysis. [1]

Before Monstrous, horror film criticisms had mostly focused on male monsters and female victims: exploring the male monsters' sadistic complex, and highlighting the misogyny propagated by the genre. Even with mentions of female monsters, discussions often position them within the tradition of male monsters. To emphasize the specificity of female monsters in the system of representation in horror films, Creed deliberately utilizes the term "monstrous-feminine" to distinguish it from female monsters. If the latter can only be viewed as a mirror reflection of the male monster, then through the former, Creed aims to expose a gender structure looming larger than the monster itself—the abject feminine that is suppressed in the Symbolic of the patriarchal society.

Kristeva, the abject mother, and horror

In the first part of Monstrous, Creed appropriated the abject theory of French feminist Julia Kristeva to deconstruct the feminine monster in the horror films history by layers. Kristeva's abject theory discusses not only the filth and grime in the realistic sense, but also the construction of identity on the symbolic level. The subject must eliminate the abject through rituals, delineate the boundary between the two, and stabilize the order of the subject's identity.

It is worth noting that the relationship between the subject and the abject stands not in binary opposition, but as mutual construct. The subject must define its selfhood against the abject's existence, and rebuild the boundaries time and again through constant elimination of the latter. Consequently, the abject needs to stay, and must exist. Furthermore, the subject/ abject boundary is ambiguous, and not always clear and definite. As a result, the abject remains a menace, and continues to terrify. Abjection has always been at the core of horror films. Horror films horrify, not only because they reproduce the typical object of abjection in human society—including blood, body fluids, and corpses—but also because these objects threaten the human subject and obscure the boundaries between the two. Although most horror films ultimately end with the threats eliminated and the human subject reconstructed, the fatal appeal of the genre also reveals the subject/ abject love-hate complex. In other words, horror films are fear on one hand, and desire on the other.

Kristeva not only discusses the abject; she further connects it to motherhood. In patriarchy, mothers often play a key role in handling children’s excrement, and teaching them about cleanness/ foulness; therefore, mothers share a perceived connection with the abject. More importantly, the mother symbolizes a past where the subjects had not yet been regulated by order. Compared to the Symbolic Order represented by the father, the mother represents the chaos of the "pre-order" and the ambiguity of the "pre-symbolic" Using Kristeva's idea of "the maternal abject," Creed observes that the feminine monsters in horror films evokes eerieness and terror with not only their abject qualities, but also their "motherness." They invoke the abject past in which the subject is tied to the mother, and the past that is filled with body fluids, blood, and excrement, all of which combined to threaten the subject's order and boundaries.

With the maternal abject in mind, Creed classifies the feminine monsters in classic horror films into five major groups: the archaic mother in Alien, the possessed monster in The Exorcist, the monstrous womb in The Brood, the vampire in The Hunger Ghost, and the witch in Carrie. The concept of feminine monsters has overturned many horror film discourses centered on male monsters in the past. For instance, the devil in The Exorcist used to be read as a male, yet Creed uncovers the potential reading for its female identity, and the prime example of the feminine monster is none other than the possessed Reagan in the film. After possession, Reagan grows increasingly "abject" (her body was covered with a lot of vomit and blood), and lustful. The subliminal incestual desire between mother and daughter that is originally suppressed surfaces as a result. The possessed Reagan represents the maternal past that threatens the Symbolic Order of patriarchal society, the stage of abjection wherein the subject-object boundary collapses; and the priest's exorcising ceremony represents an attempt to reconstruct the subjective order. The Exorcist haunts as a horror due to the diminishing patriarchal order (the fatherless single-parent family, priests who fail the exorcism), and the incapacity in the face of feminine monsters.

Freud, castrating mother, and horror

In the second part of Monstrous, Creed seeks to revisit another monumental theorist at horror films—Sigmund Freud. Creed arrived at a different conclusion as she reexamined the classic Freudian case of Little Hans, and she endeavors to revise Freud's psychoanalytic discourse. In Little Han's case, Freud attributes the boy's equinophobia to his repressed castration anxiety. Lurking deep behind his fear toward the animal is the fear of castration by the father. In Freud's theory, the mother induces castration anxiety in the boy as well. However, the mother herein symbolizes the "castrated figure," and foreshadows the boy's castrated future. Mothers pose threats, because they are passive and incapable.

Nevertheless, upon her meticulous reinvestigation on Little Han's case, Creed posits that the mother triggers the boy's castration anxiety not for her image of the castrated, but the castrator. Hence, the mother represents not the "castrated figure," but the "castrating figure." Creed hereby rewrites the greatest classic family romance in Freudian theory. Freud believes that a boy desires the mother on one hand, and fears being castrated by the father on the other. By contrast, Creed notes from Little Han's case the possibility in which boy faces the paradox where he desires the mother, yet meanwhile fears being castrated by—not the father—the mother herself. By rewriting Freud, Creed exposes another ghastly face of feminine monsters besides maternal scolding-female castrates. A female castrator may appear in the following forms: the femme castratrice in I Spit on Your Grave and Sisters, the castrating mother in Psycho, and the vagina dentata.

Drawing on the female castrator theory, Creed challenges the gender analyses of slasher films conducted by scholars in the past. Among them, the most noteworthy one belongs to the greatest gender theorist in horror film studies around the period—Carol J. Clover. In "Her Body, Himself,” Clover puts forth one of the most notable concepts in horror film studies—final girl. [2] Final girl describes a female character who has always survived to the end and defeated the murderer in slasher films since the 1970s. Clover discovers the final girls' shared characteristics: their neutral or masculine inclinations, their disinterest in sex compared to other female characters, and their sharp vigilance at surrounding incidents. The murderer represents the feminized male subject. In contrast, the final girl symbolizes the masculinized female subject, assuming the detective role in previous horror films. Creed disagrees with Clover on this observation, arguing that the final girl represents not a "phallic woman," but a "female castrator." She particularly emphasizes the difference between the two, remarking that it is a misconception on Clover's part to understand the final girl with the idea of phallicization/ masculinization. In Creed's eyes, a final girl represents the female castrator feared in the male subconscious, and this "female castrator" is to be distinguished from the "phallic woman" in Freud's conceptualization. [3]

Creed aims to modify the discursive framework around psychoanalysis and horror films altogether, and theorizes the mother as the castrator. That said, we can further question: Can "phallic woman" and "female castrator" remain distinctly defined in all circumstances? Creed notices that in many horror film discourses, "phallic woman" and "female castrator" are often confused in mixed usage, and she believes that it results from misreading. Despite so, the theorists' jumbled use over the years, if anything, indicates the ambiguous line between the indistinguishable two, does it not? Creed believes that the final girl is a female castrator; even so, does the belief necessarily overturn Clover's reading of the final girl as a phallic woman? If the phallic woman spawns from patriarchal ideology, is it subverted or reinforced by the female castrator, who claims the father's authority? Creed's revision of the discourse on psychoanalysis and horror film owns its significance. Still, how this revision loosens the two theoretical/discursive frameworks awaits critical discussions.

Horror and female spectatorship

In Monstrous's conclusion, Creed attempts to establish female spectatorship in horror films. Regarding viewing positions, Laura Mulvey and her resounding essay "Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema" have been inevitable references. In the essay, Mulvey approaches Hollywood classics with psychoanalysis to study the ways in which male viewers as castrated objects relieve their anxiety engendered by women on screen as castrated objects through fetishism on the one hand, and pursue the heroes through mirror self-identification on the other hand, using the silver screen as a mirror. Creed comments that while Mulvey's theory is obviously directed at classical Hollywood films, it fails to apply to horrors, for horror films bring the audience not pleasure, but dread, and the subject not stability, but threat.

Therefore, we need an alternative theory on horror films' viewing positions. Although horror films often conclude with the subject/ abject boundary redefined through the elimination or expulsion of monsters, the horror viewing experience continues to pose a lot of threats to the subject. Creed points out that the viewer's subject position is constantly shifting, which cannot be solely grasped with the idea of viewer identification. Therefore, needless to say, horror spectators also shift their viewing position back and forth between the victim and the monster. Nonetheless, the audience appears more likely to identify with the victim. Consequently, horror films spectators (especially male ones) in fact occupy a masochistic viewing position. Creed is not the only one who has shed light on the masochistic complex in the horror viewing experience. As a matter of fact, Clover has also noted the hidden victim mentality within male viewers in her final girl theory. During theorization, she proves that male viewers do not necessarily identify with male characters on screen. Going forward, she maintains that cross-gender identification is possible, and thus the male audience could identify with the final girl, who suffers persecution all the way and eventually vanquishes the monster. [4]

Then, what about the female audience? On top of the potential masochistic complex within the male audience, Creed also theorizes the female audience's possible identification with feminine monsters. The idea situates female viewers in a not only active but possibly even sadistic viewing position. Creed then concludes with the multiplicity and inconstancy of horror's viewing positions, without further inquiry. However, a few years later, Harry M. Benshoff's Monsters in the Closet: Homosexuality and the Horror Film reexamines horror films with queer theory. In the book, he regards the monstrous other in horrors as a queer symbol and envisions a possible queer reading in which the audience identify with the monster, and furthers discursive transactions on viewing positions in films.

That said, it is a whole other topic for another day.

Notes

[1] As early as 1986, Creed published "Horror and the Monstrous-Feminine: An Imaginary Abjection" in Screen, drawing Kristeva's abject theory to analyze gender representation in horror films. Monstrous is the result of its extension.

[2] This article was published in Representations in 1987, and was then picked up by Clover's influential Men, Women, and Chain Saws: Gender in the Modern Horror Film (1993). Creed here refers to the chapter included in Fantasy and the Cinema (1989).

[3] However, it is obvious that Creed deliberately ignores Clover's reflection on this reading method later in her article. Despite Clover's note in the first half of the article that the final girl's growth narrative conforms to the masculine subject's construction under patriarchy, a reminder in the second half states that the final girl is a paradoxical and unstable gender subject. The final girl represents a hermaphroditic construction, as the audience first experiences feminization, and masculinization afterwards along the journey with her. For Clover, the final girl reflects the instability of gender identity in contemporary society, and the ambiguity of gender taxonomy. Therefore, Creed's allegations against Clover here are not entirely fair.

[4] Even so, the subversive potential of such cross-gender identification is still debatable. If the male audience's pursuit of the final girl implies their identification with a masculinized subject, does it suggest a limitation to cross-gender identification? Apart from the final girl, can a male viewer possibly identify with a feminine female subject, who harbors untamed sexuality and is thus destined to perish?

Works Cited

Benshoff, Harry M. Monsters in the Closet: Homosexuality and the Horror Film. New York: Manchester UP, 1997.

Clover, Carol J. “Her Body, Himself: Gender in the Slasher Film.” Representations 20 (1987): 187-228.

______. Men, Women, and Chain Saws: Gender in the Modern Horror Film. Princeton: Princeton UP, 1992.

Creed, Barbara. “Horror and the Monstrous-Feminine: An Imaginary Abjection.” Screen 27.1 (1986): 44-70.

______. The Monstrous-Feminine: Film, Feminism, Psychoanalysis. London & New York: Routledge, 1993.

Donald, James, ed. Fantasy and the Cinema. London: BFI, 1989.

Freud, Sigmund. “Analysis of a Phobia in a Five Year Old Boy.” The Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud. Vol. 10. Trans. James Strachey. London: Hogarth, 1955. 3-149.

Kristeva, Julia. Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection. Trans. Leon S. Roudiez. New York: Columbia UP, 1982.

Mulvey, Laura. “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema.” Screen 16.3 (1975): 6-18.

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Top Five Favorite Unknown Horror Movies?

All right now. Now you've done it. I'm gonna have to get real obscure now. This might be more like... just five movies I wish people knew about. Rather than trying to rank anything.

Eyes of Fire (1983). It's The VVitch if it were eighties. I dunno what happened in terms of this movie getting left behind in the gigantic revolution of putting every piece of dead media on blu-ray, but this one never even made it onto DVD. And it's a damn shame, because it's wild. Settlers trying to make it in the new world. Preacher can't keep it in his pants, and gets his whole congregation banished with him. And they end up the victim of... the green man or some fucking thing. It's weird. It gets extremely strange, and I love how unique it is and its use of the fae in a horror setting.

Trick (2019). This one seems to have gotten lost in a sea of like-minded films. But let me just say, it's above the rest in terms of having a genuine murder mystery with fun aspects at its center. There's a touch of gialli in the absurdity of it all and the sheer level of conspiracy behind what's happening in this town, mixed with slasher violence that had me jumping out of my seat. Michael Myers wishes he was as brutal as this fucking kid. If you're a gore hound, this one might do it for you. It came out quite recently, as you can see, but its soul is solidly in the 80s slasher boom.

Night Vision (1987). This is one of those where other viewers will simply NOT get what the hell I'm on. I'm prepared for that on some level. It's a slow burn about a innocent guy (so innocent he almost seems... stupid at first) moving to the BIG CITY to be a WRITER, only he's not prepared for the horrors he'll face. And they aren't just normal, big city horrors. Like actual cult shit being subliminally fed to unwitting people via VHS tapes. I found the homemade feel of it to be really charming, and the whole thing bleeds sincerity.

God Told Me To (1976). Might actually be too known for what I'm trying to do here, but I have to talk about this thing. THIS THING. What a good phrase that encapsulates my bewildered adoration of this movie. A cop is investigating a series of spree killings where the killer tells them as he's either 1) killing himself or 2) being arrested, "God told me to." What a horrifying thought, not just for one person to do and say this, but multiple people. As he struggles to find the connections, things get... deliciously weird. This might be Larry Cohen's best film.

Shallow Ground (2004). A teenage boy is found wandering the woods, naked, covered in blood. The small-town sheriff's office is like whoooooaaaa what're we even supposed to do about this? Who and what and why? This boy has some kind of supernatural power that he begins using that involves even more blood coming out of him in a way that defies explanation. It seems like we're making a possession film here, and I fully anticipated that. But no. It's much much much more interesting than that. I dare not even hint. The reasons for this bizarre encounter with this kid and what he is are so rewarding. Please watch this.