#Freddy Kruger / threat

[limehaspassed]

So i had an idea a slasher with an S/O who has PTSD from guns and they get mugged. So basically here is the plot. The slasher and the S/O go to a cafe! They have breakfast do some cutesy flirting and talk about their day than they leave. On their way home, The S/O finds an alley short cut home. They go in and than some men in their late to early thirties put a gun to the S/O's head. The men tell the slasher (who is in disguise as a normal person and the S/O knows) to hand them all the money they've got in them. And next is up to you!! Idm what slasher you put in but i at least want Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, and Freddy Kruger. You don't have to add freddy if you don't want to, i don't like him but i do want to know how he would react in this situation!!! Bye!!!

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Slashers Reacting to a S/O

with PTSD

In which the slashers react to a s/o who has PTSD of guns. Slashers included are Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, and Michael Myers.

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Prologue

The first time you had ever seen a gun, it was when you had gone out to a local cafe with your partner that you encountered such a powerful weapon. The downside of ever seeing one is that you looked down the barrel of it, your body being held captive by fear and the threat of the gun firing while pointed at you, a tragedy within itself.

However, before you were forced under such horrific circumstances, you fancied a delicious breakfast, a perfect start to the morning.

“Good morning, take a seat wherever you like.” The waitress had greeted you, a warm smile on her face.

You smiled back and led the two of you over to a table. “This will do.” You said calmly, taking a seat at one end of the table while your partner took the other. You glanced up at them, flashing them a soft smile.

The waitress came back around and handed out menus before taking her leave again.

The two of you looked over the menu, you having to explain what some of the more intricate words were to your partner every now and then. Eventually, the waitress came back around and the two of you place your order. It isn’t long till the food came out, pipping hot and perfect for eating.

“Here you two are. Enjoy.” The waitress spoke.

The two of you were quick to dig in. “This is so good, almost as sweet as your kisses, love.” You teased, after taking a bite of your food.

Your partner nearly chocked on their food, not used to such compliments. You chuckled and continued eating, making small comments about your partner every now and then, enjoying the way they looked away in embarrassment.

You two quickly finished eating and you paid the bill. You soon found yourself walking home. It was starting to get dark overhead, rain settling in, so you decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway you frequented. However, this time, you were unoccupied

“Stop right there.” A man said, placing a gun against your head. “Give us all your money!” He yelled, his voice harsh, far worse than the thunder that stormed overhead.

You looked at the man before glancing over at your partner, noticing that they were about to attack. They met your eyes and you held up your hand, telling them to stop.

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Bubba Sawyer

Bubba listened to your word, staring holes in the men that held their gun at you. He watched as you handed over the money, slowly and cautiously. He remained still, following your orders, staying the good boy you had always deemed him to be.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” The man with the gun asked you, his voice cruel and full of malice.

You nodded and he gave a dismissive grunt. They left soon after, leaving you alone with Bubba, who was quick to walk up to you, looking over you with worry.

“I’m fine, dear. Let’s just get home.”

About a week later, you were met with a gun again, a victim having stolen a gun from the house, pointing it at you just before Bubba was about to attack. They held it against your head and you could feel your body start to panic, tears quickly entering your eyes.

Memories of the robbery came flooding back and you were stricken with fear, frozen in place. You don’t even know how Bubba took the person down, you just remember his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. You remember the way he held you so gently, as if you could break if he held you too tightly. You remember crying into his chest, shaking and trembling as you let the panic leave your system.

Bubba made sure to keep guns out of your sight after that, not wanting to see you in such a state ever again.

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Jason Voorhees

Jason listened to your words, not moving an inch. He quietly watched as you handed over the money, noticing the way your hands shake and tremble, fear evident in your every move. His hands clenched at his sides and he glared holes into the man’s head. He hated them, he hated this situation. He wanted nothing more than to punish the man for even looking in your general direction.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” The man said with a snarl.

You had went to say something but Jason had already moved, grabbing the man’s gun and throwing it aside, ripping it from the young man’s grip with ease. You watched with fear as Jason grabbed the man by his throat, a snarl practically ripping from his throat. The man strained and cursed, trying to escape Jason’s grasp but nothing was stopping him.

“Jason, stop!” You yelled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He ignored you, blinded by rage. The man soon went limp, no oxygen left in his brain. Jason dropped him and looked at the other one. He went to lunge but you grabbed his hand, pulling as hard as you could. You nearly fell forward with how quick Jason had moved.

“Please, Jason, quit it out.” You begged, tears brimming in your eyes, you refused to let them fall.

Jason glared at the man. The man took this as his queue to leave, sprinting out of the alleyway. Jason didn’t turn to look at you until the man was out of sight.

“Sorry. He called you a mean word.” He signed, looking at you with regretful eyes.

“It’s alright, just help me clean this up.” You motioned to the body.

Jason nodded and got quick to work.

The second time you were faced with a gun was when one of the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake decided to fight back, holding you hostage to keep Jason from attacking them.

You were immediately sent into a panic, your mind running a million miles an hour. You were horrified, more horrified than you should have been in such a situation. You knew Jason would fix this but you couldn’t help but overthink, you couldn’t help but doubt his abilities, especially since you could feel the cool texture of the barrel.

Jason was quick to unarm the person, quickly getting to you. He scooped you into his arms and held you close, rubbing small circles into your back as the counselor laid dead at your feet.

Your breath quickened as you saw the dead counselor, you began hyperventilating. Jason held onto you tighter, forcing you to use him as a grounding tool.

You held onto him tightly as you tried to correct your breathing. It took you a bit but you soon calmed down, relaxing into his grip. He didn’t let you go for the rest of the night.

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Thomas Hewitt

Thomas was reluctant to listen but he did either way. He would listen to your every word, no matter what it was, even if he felt his opinion was the better option. He wanted the two men dead but you had said otherwise. This left Thomas in a state of near panic, he wanted to kill the two men but you had ordered him not too, he found it difficult to uphold your word.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” The man with the gun asked.

“That’s all I have.” You looked at the man momentarily before looking back over to Thomas, making sure he was following your words, you could tell he was having a difficult time listening.

“Tell anyone, you’re dead.” The man snarled, taking a step backward, his gun still pointed at you. He slowly walked away with the other man, their attention both still on you, the gun still aimed at your head.

They turned the corner and you let out a sigh. Turning to Thomas, you looked up at him with nervous eyes, afraid that he would criticize your weakness, your submissiveness to the attacks of others. However, it wasn’t a critique you were met with, it was a protective embrace.

Thomas was quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you close as if you would fall apart if he let you go. You could practically hear him growling, he was seething with anger. His grip around you tightened even more.

He didn’t let you out of his sight for the next week, constantly by your side, protective and possessive over your every move.

The next time you saw a gun was when Hoyt had pulled it out to deal with a victim. You didn’t technically see it but you heard it one evening while you were doing the dishes. You immediately dropped the plate you were drying, being sent into a state of panic as memories of the robbery came flooding back.

Thomas had witnessed this panic strike you and was by your side in seconds, pulling you close to him and holding you. You latched onto him, your eyes filling with tears, overflowing and soon falling to the ground.

Thomas hummed softly, a technique you had used to calm him at times. It was effective and you soon found yourself calming down. It wasn’t long until Thomas felt you relax against him.

His worry was replaced with anger, anger at the men, anger at Hoyt. He hated seeing you in such a state, he hated not seeing his sunshine happy. He vowed to limit the usage of guns around you as much as he could, not wanting to see you look at him with those panic stricken eyes again.

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Michael Myers

Does not listen at all, he immediately goes to move, attacking your attackers before they could even say their next word. He’s quick with killing them, not wasting time to watch them die, he wanted them dead quick and fast, wanting to immediately get the threat away from you.

The only person that could threaten your life was him.

“Michael, I said hold off.” You spoke, your voice still trembling with fear. The gun being pointed at you had gotten you quite worked up.

Michael shrugged his shoulders, looking at you with the same unbothered expression. He didn’t say nor did he sign anything. He simply watched you, awaiting his thanks.

You knew what he wanted but you refused to give it to him, mad that he disobeyed you. You didn’t want those men to die, even if they threatened your life, you just weren’t that type of person.

“Just…just clean up the mess.” You turned away, not wanting to look at the dead bodies.

Michael reluctantly got to work.

Later on, about a week later, you were faced with another gun, this time it was pointed at Michael. Your heart rate increased and your breath came out in shallow gasps. You were freaking out, you didn’t know what to do. You wanted to help but you were frozen, the memories of the robbery entering your head again.

Michael noticed this and he was thrown into a fit of rage. He ran at the person, who shot the gun, hitting Michael in the shoulder, but it didn’t stop him. Michael grabbed the person and threw them harshly against a wall, the gun sliding across the floor, stopping by your feet. Michael attacked the person, continuously hitting them until well after they were dead.

He then turned to you, noticing the gun by your feet and how your eyes were glued to it, tears falling harshly against the floor. He kicked the gun away and grabbed your hand.

He wasn’t an emotional guy, he wasn’t a touchy man either, but he was okay with hand holding, so he took your hand, squeezing it as you cried.

You moved and wrapped your arms around him, crying against his chest. He let you stay there until you calmed down, not pushing you away like he usually did.

He squeezed your hand once you calmed down, causing you to look up at him.

“Thank you.” You whispered, to which you received a small grunt. You gave a weak smile and hugged him one last time while he was still allowing you to be so close.

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Thank you for reading loves 🖤

[quitealotofsodapop]

You know what would be cool for a Halloween theme? Maybe have something where the Lego Monkie Kid gang and with Ao Bing from Nezha (2019), discuss and debate what horror movie scenarios they would and would not survive. Movies I can think of: Smile, A Quiet Place, Get Out, Chucky, Bird Box, It, The Institute, The Exorcist, Saw, Friday the 13th, Hellraiser, Halloween, The Ring,  Pet Semetary, The Shining, Scream, Valak in the Nun, SCP-096, The Rake, Cartoon Cat, Mirrors, Five Nights At Freddies, Slender, Mandela Catalogue, The Demogorgon in Stranger Things,

And maybe some horror supernatural folklore / mythological creatures or some scary cryptids.

Sun Wukong: def claims that he could survive *all* of the horror bad guys. Freddy Kruger might pose an issue, but then he just doesn't sleep. Thinks the Hellraiser cenobites seem kinda cool to hang out with - wonders if he has something like the Lament Configuration Box in his treasure hoard. He def wants to see which between him, SCP-096, and 682 could win in a fight.

SWK, sinks to the bottom of Crystal Lake: "Hey bud, can't swim good either?" Jason Voorhees: ???

Macaque: doesn't care about whether or not he'd survive an encounter, cus his shadow powers and combat experience immediately puts him at an advantage above a lot of threats. Hunters becomes the hunted. Monsters that manipulate sound or space like Sirenhead or the Cenobites would freak him tf out though.

MK: argues that he could probably survive the human threats/slashers and smaller monsters; but mind-warpers like Pennywise (that spider form Ew) would pose him a big problem. Without his powers though, I think he'd be most afraid of a Saw-situation where he has to make really tough permanent decisions. Also the temptation to watch The Ring video would be so great.

Mei: "I turn dragon-mode and samadhi fire their butt! Boom! Done! No more evil doll!" Would give creatures like certain SCPs some credit tho. Her biggest obstacle would be things like the Bird Box or IT monsters who tap into a persons fears, and characters like Jason who seem invunerable.

Red Son: "I'd survive, duh. Literally on fire." Horror comedy makes him chortle with delight. Even when it's wholely inappropriate. Gives the most logical answers to each horror scenario.

MK: "Hellraiser?" Red: "Wouldn't open the box. I've already seen Hell." MK: "Five Nights at Freddys?" Red: "Bullclone death match against the posessed animatronics." MK: "Ok fair, that sounds amazing. The Ring?" Red: "Who watches untagged videos in this day and age?" Mei: "Ok smart guy how about this; Friday the 13th. You vs Jason." Red: "Easy. Don't go to New Jersey." Mei and MK: *annoyed sigh*

Tang: snorts at the thought of living through a horror movie scenario. He has weak ankles and can't fight physically like at all. In a ghost/supernatural horror scenario like with the Cenobites, Pazuzu, Sadako, or Valac; he might actually win cus of his Golden Cicada powers. Panics at the first encounter and accidentally exorcises all the demon/ghost threats.

Sadako/Ringu girl: *crawls out of tv* Tang, eating popcorn: "Pigsy! The TV is leaking!"

Pigsy: doesn't like modern horror movies much. The kind that grosses him out the most though are cannibals/evil cooks. Thats against chef's code right there! Would personally want to whack every member of the Sawyer/Leatherface family with his rake. Would see the "no good punks" from Scream and immediately knock them out with a frying pan. Admits that he'd be useless in a legit slasher scenario since he's a chubby older guy and; "those guys are always like the third person killed."

Sandy: doesn't like horror thank you very much! Too many nice characters and animals die in those films for his taste. Although he would attempt to reason/redeem some horrors, he would not hesistate to destroy threats that have no sense of reason. He would also try to adopt and rehabilitate any "evil animal" type of monster.

Demogorgon: *snapping and snarling* Sandy: "Aww! He's just a scared little guy!"

Nezha: just got introduced to horror media, and he likes the ones with physical threats in them. He doesn't fear death/getting hurt as much since he's mostly made of regenerating lotus roots. Also his fire abilities would def give him a boost over most human and monster threats. Would see "cosmic parasites" like Pennywise and Cartoon Cat as his main targets. As for ghosts/demons? He doesn't even care.

Freddy Kruger, looking around Nezha's mind: "Damn b*tch. You live like this?"

Ao Bing: just got here. So he's freaked out by the lightest of horror movie threats. Chucky, the Gremlins, the Leprechaun, all make him shriek. Ironically has the most useful power; his ice immobilizes a lot of the human/monster threats. Probably knows enough magic to counteract/repel most ghosts or demons. With bigger threats? Dragon form. Nezha probably makes the arguement for Bing since he underestimates himself.

[frogwithgun]

In honor of it almost being Halloween I thought I'd write a Halloween inspired little story for Satosugu!!!

So enjoyyyyy

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"Satoru! Hurry up! The girls are getting impatient!"

Geto sighs and rolls his eyes. The girls are both fussing over the others costume. They decided to go as the twins from the shining. And had scared the shit out of Geto when he came downstairs to find them both speaking at the same time.

They claimed it was twin telepathy. Geto claimed they needed a priest. When they just stared at him he almost called one.

"Jeez I'm here! Are you happ- oh? What is this?" Gojo has a mischievous smile on his face as he looks at Geto. He's dressed in a Ghost Face costume. Complete with the knife and mask. "Well look at you!" Geto rolls his eyes. Gojo had gone all out, as he always does, and dressed as Freddy Kruger.

"You look so handsome." Gojo kisses Geto on the check and smiles. Geto smiles as well and turns to look at the girls. Which makes Gojo jump and hide behind him. "What the fuck is that?!" Geto shrugs. "You don't get to complain. I saw those two moving at the same time."

The twins both slowly smile and tilt their heads. Determined to scare their dads. Which they did a perfect job of. And when they finally went out, they tried to scare as many people as they possibly could.

It ended up being so many people they had to be banned from trying to scare people. They even managed to make some grown men shriek like little girls. Some included, Nanami, Yaga, Gojo, Geto, and also Yuji. Somehow they scared Yuji.

Shoko, on the other hand, was complimenting them the entire time. "Your costumes are so good!" Nanako beamed with pride. "We made them ourselves!" Mimiko said with an excited grin.

"We are definitely taking away their sewing machine." Geto whispered to Gojo, who nodded in agreement.

It was a fun Halloween. Even if they both didn't manage to sleep much that night.

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Sorry for being so inactive. I've currently been worried over my little siblings who still attend school. Shooting threats have gotten more and more frequent and I've just been trying to spend as much time as I can with them. Hopefully this makes up for it.

[poor-mans-productions]

So the Neverafter finale has people complaining the same complaint that's been here the whole time. "It's not horror it's supposed to be the horror season" and a big defense people have used(which is a good defense) is that the Dimension 20 cast are comedians. Which is true obviously. But there's also the fact that there's a lot of precedent for comedy in horror in general. Freddy Kruger makes threats almost solely in pun form, final girl survivors make dry references while covered in blood, people die mid sex scene. It is everywhere because horror requires moments of levity in order to make the horror that much worse. The moments of levity in Neverafter just happen to be lusting over a buxom fey with an orange top hat.

[togglessymposium]

I’ve been ruminating on this a fair bit lately, because apparently I have a talent for horror! Or at least, I’ve been succeeding at it unusually well lately, and my boyfriend has been trying to convince me that I should develop the skill. So far it’s all been a matter of intuition, however.

I’m still muddling through myself, but I do have one thought on this, not so much adding to this post as rotating it to a different angle to clarify something I think is *present* here but not as illuminated as it could be. Basically, if you really made me try to summarize horror-craft in one sentence, I would say the essence of horror is something like “violating audience assumptions under conditions of threat.” Or maybe “violating the assumptions on which the audience depends.”

Consider: you and I have periodic experience with interruptions in our basic infrastructure. Wherever you live, stuff like power outages or loss of internet is an occasional fact of life. But if you’d lived your whole life without ever experiencing such an interruption, taking services fully for granted, then what would the experience be like the first time you turned the tap in the kitchen sink and nothing came out? If you went from spigot to spigot everywhere in your living space, gradually realizing that the water wasn’t coming, not anywhere? It would be a horror story!

Now, finding assumptions common to your entire audience can be tricky at times, which is why lots of horror depends on violations of universal natural laws, of things like the boundary between fiction and reality, of the nature of conciousness. Slasher films often trade in assumptions about the sanctity of the home, Lovecraft used assumptions about anthropocentrism in the cosmos, meta-horror like Cabin in the Woods trades in violations of assumptions about the genre conventions of horror fiction itself! But you certainly don’t have to be grandiose, and the more world building you’re willing to do (or have space and time to do), the more you can simply establish and then violate assumptions of your own design.

But of course it’s not enough to simply violate assumptions; in isolation, breaking free of what is taken for granted will be liberating as often as terrifying. The “under threat” part is what makes horror, horror; it has to be assumptions about ourselves, what makes us us or what makes us safe, what allows us to continue. One of the most primal horror experiences we encounter outside of fiction is a health crisis- gross physical injuries, diseases, cancers. We don't normally experience ourselves as biological systems, and when those systems begin to break down, what we feel is something very close the center of what horror means. Ergo, a lot of the minute-to-minute task of horror construction is in building and sustaining dread, such that the audience is actively anticipating breakdowns in the established and ordered systems that they occupy.

These two halves of horror are, rather beautifully, in a very profound tension with one another. To do horror, you must invite your audience to anticipate a breakdown in the systems of the world, and then surprise them with it! Sometimes, it can even feel like a game or friendly contest between the audience and the writer, particularly with audience members that are longtime horror fans. Solving this problem as a writer requires a lot of creativity and verve, and it's tremendous fun.

You can do really good horror by thinking deeply about the assumptions your audience is making, and attacking those assumptions from angles that they never considered before, such as Freddy Kruger slaughtering teens in their dreams rather than invading their homes through the window. Or, as I mentioned before, you can build your own set of assumptions and rely on audience buy-in to your constructed world. You can, and indeed almost have to, develop a really good sense of pacing, so that the audience has time to cultivate their own fear but not enough time to fight back against it.

There's also a stunt play you can use, which I've seen done particularly well in Japanese horror, Thomas Ligotti's writing, and a few other places, where you violate assumptions from the other side. A big tentacle monster isn't (necessarily) a horror event, but a big tentacle monster with a human face almost always is. Taking a "mere monstrosity" and adding a shock of recognition to it, taking the unfamiliar and making it queasily intimate. That's what your hangman-in-a-classroom scene was doing I think.

So, to poke at that example you gave a little bit further: the way I'd build horror in that scene in terms of details would be to undermine the audience's sense of what a classroom is "supposed to be", in ways that felt dangerous. This would depend on the medium, I'd go for whatever was most vivid with the tools available to me. If visual, I'd have flickering lights rather than steady, rusty and broken desks rather than new, filth and decay on the walls. I'd fill student notebooks with horrible children's drawings of violence or nameless black shapes scribbled in crayon. I'd add faintly visible shapes on the chalkboard, almost-rubbed-away chalk that left a faint impression behind, showing lessons or scenes that violated basic human dignity. All that would exist in support of the central spook, which is an evil spirit playing familiar children's games.

Writing Psychological Horror Is Hard

Writing horror is hard for me.

I think it is perhaps the clearest example, at least when I'm the subject, of the difference between being the author and being the audience. I find it extremely difficult to know what will creep out someone who doesn't know all the behind-the-scenes details of what is happening. This is despite my considerable experience as a consumer of [psychological / environmental] horror media.

When I think about the things that scare me, or maybe "unsettle" is a better word, it usually comes down to two things: 1) narratively plausible violations of the laws of nature; and 2) foreboding, i.e. the slow-building setup that something bad is coming—something that is specific enough to be apprehensible but still ambiguous enough to be cloaked in mystery.

But! Not just any attempt at these things will actually work. There is definitely a secret sauce that makes some efforts fail and others succeed.

In the game Oxenfree, probably my favorite horror game of all time, there is a scene on the "Find Clarissa!" subplot where Alex et al. are in something akin to a classroom in an abandoned military base on an uninhabited island, and a discordantly upbeat and normal-sounding midcentury-style gameshow host is talking to them through a haunted radio asking them questions in a game of Hangman (whose figure is gradually being drawn by invisible means on the chalkboard), while a lamp overhead illuminates the room in a very unnatural light as it swings back and forth for no apparent reason. And this was one of my favorite moments in the entire game, because it was really scary. It benefitted from the existing atmospheric horror build up in the events immediately preceding it, and also benefitted from not being a narrative climax; it actually ratchets up the tension in the story even higher, without resolving anything (other than itself).

But I think that if you went purely by my description, you would be hard-pressed to create a scary implementation of this scene. I certainly would be—and I know that for a fact, because I have more or less tried it!

What is it that makes something profoundly unsettling in that oh-so-delicious manner of a good horror story? Well, the academic answer is that it's appealing to our instincts of danger: dangerous environments (like rocks or cliffs or plants, or, indeed, "the dark"), dangerous predators, dangerous people, dangerous forces (like fire and wind and water), and dangerous sicknesses (e.g. infectious disease). Most horror taps into at least one of these primal apprehensions in the human psyche. And to succeed it has to feel real, the way a roller coaster feels like you're really falling. But I don't think "the academic answer" really sheds all that much light on the mystery of actually composing horrifying situations and events.

A lot of the craftsmateship is a balancing act.

For example: You don't want to hit the audience over the head with obvious bogeymates—jumpscares for the sake of jumpscares, as it were, or having your big scary cryptid jump out in its full costume in broad daylight and look absurd—but I have also found, through experience, that it is very easy to hide horrifying details too well, to be too subtle about it—and it is extremely difficult for me to get a sense, on the audience's behalf, of how subtle is too subtle.

That leads me to an important insight: Part of the secret sauce of horror is contextually embedding horrifying story elements into a broader context. A "haunted stick of furniture" isn't going to get many people a-quailin' in their boots. It has to be more about how that object is embedded in the story. You know, like a haunted couch, or a haunted table: How do you make that scary? I don't think it can be scary on its own. Not consistently and convincingly. Instead you have to set it up ahead of time in some way(s), by providing information to the audience that you are then going to subvert or manipulate later. Yet it is all too easy to do this in a way that comes across like a paint-by-numbers exercise: "Wait a minute! Wasn't this couch pointing the other way earlier?! GASP!!" No one is gonna be scared by that. It's not enough.

Ultimately, I think scaring people successfully, in the psychological horror sense, therefore involves an element of overwhelming their ability to cope with and anticipate environmental changes, which assumes an elaborate environmental structure that you're going to have to set up, in non-obvious ways, earlier in the story. You have to give them expectations about how things will change and then either gradually go beyond that magnitude of change or else go in a different direction of change entirely—usually the former. Psychological horror is all about the fear of the jumpscare that never comes.

But I'm also just spitballing for the purposes of this essay. I don't really know. I struggle with this stuff!

It really is an art form to be able to scare people in this way.

Additional, medium-specific difficulty comes in the fact that the written media that I work in does not have access to a scary soundtrack or sound effects or voices, or to scary visuals and visual effects. Written text does have the corresponding advantage of having unfettered access to the reader's imagination, allowing them to essentially self-select the personally scariest interpretations of some of the details of a scene. But taking full advantage of this power is not easy at all; you have to put the right kinds of details in, and you have to do so in a digestible format, all without cluttering the flow of the story.

I have been doing a lot of Galaxy Federal writing lately, and have been trying to write some of the "scarier" bits and pieces in it, and I almost resent how totally clueless I am in regards to whether I am hitting the mark to my satisfaction! 😮

[cotton-candy-in-a-thong]

Why the FUCK are anons so disrespectful to slasher writers?

You know what I just discovered? That someone sent a fucking death threat to @slasherrabbitmadness. For fucking what? For taking so much time to write incredibly long and detailed fanfictions about slashers, theoretical relationships and smut with the reader? For being honest about her writing preferences and saying that she only writes for female readers? For going beyond fluff material and exploring the darker aspects of the slashers the wrote about? Whatever the fucking reason that shithead anon thought was a reasonable idea to send this woman death threats is never going to be a good fucking reason.

I'm about to go on a fucking list on what the fuck is wrong with you specifically bitch ass anons who think they're fuckin' slick.

ENTITLEMENT TO OTHERS' WORKS:

First of all, these are writers who are writing for the fandom on their own accord. They're using their own skills, on their own time, and most importantly for their own pleasure. Everyone else's validation of their work comes SECOND. NOBODY is entitled to the time and skill from any fucking artist because they're human beings too. If a writer doesn't wanna write something, they don't fucking have to.

Oh now what are you anons gonna do? You gonna fucking cry? Get the fuck over it, and tuck your crocodile tears back into your ass crack. Not every writer has the time or interest for all of your requests and that's entirely fine because you simply cannot make someone do something they literally don't have to do anyway. That's life.

If you're sitting up here and harassing writers because they literally just didn't feel like doing your dinky ass request, move the fuck on and stop mentally reverting back to your kindergarten self. Your dumb, toilet clogged brain chooses to dehumanize writers from being people into the image of animals or robots who were built for your liking, and you need to fucking stop that if you wanna get on anyone's good side.

A writer listening to your request and DOING IT is a privilege in its own right, YOU ARE ENTITLED TO NOTHING. When writers write for you, you say thank you. When they don't, leave it at that and close your mouth.

These type of anons seem to wake up and expect the world to bend over backwards, create a buffet and kiss their cheesy anus when they should really be just grateful when any writer gives them time of the day and leave it the fuck at that.

BULLYING TOWARDS DARKER FICS:

I'm talking about fics that include the list of yandere, drug use, noncon, kidnap, and abuse themes. The issue with these themes is less that writers explore these concepts when writing about slashers, but more that anons and some blogs in general feel the need to bully writers who choose to explore these areas in their works. Random anons seem to bully writers who do noncon, abuse and/or yandere fics involving slashers because they're drunk on the fluffy side of the fandom while seemingly forgetting that these are SLASHERS.

I'm going to remind everyone in this fandom that slashers are NOT good people.

Michael got boners from murdering people in the novel, and even in the movies he's incredibly perverted.

Freddy Kruger consistently flirts with his victims. He literally kissed people against their will.

Jason Voorhees kidnapped a girl and became obsessed with her because she looked like his mom in the 2009 remake.

Billy Lenz invaded a sorority home, sexually harassed them, and is heavily implied to have sexually abused both his sister and the girl found dead in the park.

Bubba Sawyer held his chainsaw to a girl's pussy and let her live because he got horny. He was still ready to have her killed when Drayton said she had to be sacrificed for grandpa (the second movie).

Bo Sinclair straps people in his sex dungeon and is heavily implied to do "things" to them against their will.

Asa Emory, the Collector, was about to grope that one girl's tiddies in the first movie. Jesse Cromeans literally sexually abuses his victims for snuff films.

Brahms Heelshire was NOT going to let Greta leave without giving him a "real kiss" during the scene of her tucking him in bed.

And that's not even all of the perverted, and dark shit slashers do. All the writers who create darker stories really want to do is express how deeply disturbed many of the slashers canonically are in their works. They're bringing attention to the fact that probably the vast majority of slashers totally fucking would hold you hostage, at the very least. But as I mentioned before, many people seem to prefer the "softer" sides of the slashers. This isn't necessarily a bad thing because some people just prefer reading the more "average" stuff while some writers just don't like to write about darker things. That is A-okay.

But when people start harassing writers who write about darker themes just because "omg that is gross, how could you???" while turning around and dreaming about fucking and kissing Jason-kill count over 200-Voorhees, it just makes me wonder as to how people even got to that mindset.

Based on what I've seen, many people who hate darker fics about slashers to the point of bullying and wishing death to the writers has to do with many things.

First is the fact that lots of people in the slasher fandom actually either never paid close attention to or even WATCHED the movies to help themselves understand WHY some writers would write them in a "certain" way. Even if you never watched Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, The Boy, or whatever and you simply don't get what some people write about the slashers, your own confusion is absolutely no reason to harass people and I cannot fucking believe I have to explain this.

"But I'm a kid! You can't write that because I'll see it!!".

Get. The fuck. Out of here.

Below is a screenshot to prove my second point:

Another is many people, again, simply being full of shit. Some blogs and users have a strong holier-than-thou attitude about writers in the slasher fandom to the point where they feel the need to go in their targets' inboxes and insult them. Despite wanting fluffy content in their feed and easily having the ability to literally not read works with evil themes, these people feel SO empowered by their own preference that they ever so just "must" dictate what the fuck other people write and draw despite the source material consistently showing that we're dealing with fictional, murderous, and mentally unstable characters.

If other writers or users in the fandom aren't interpreting the slashers to how YOU think they should be interpreted, they apparently have to be burned at the stake....(sarcasm).

I'm going to go ahead and wrap this up by wishing the comfortability and safety of ANY writer who's been harassed by randos in their inbox

Just to name a few at the top of my head:

@slasherrabbitmadness

@ebonyslasher

@msgorillagripcoochie

@panteon-doll

@the-thot-clown

@supremethunda gets an honorable mention even though she's from the Marvel fandom. This is because she talked to me about the harassment towards writers in the Marvel fandom whenever they write fics with darker themes as well, and others can attest that the harassment there is even worse.

There are other people that have been harassed by some really rude anons before, but people sending one of my friends threats just hit the nerve for me to post this.

There needs to be more anons with humbleness, patience, appreciation towards the people they're requesting from because for fuck's sakes, they're human beings too. They have jobs, hobbies, friends, family and emotions. Is it SO hard to be fucking nice? It's not, so don't be stupid to these people and remember to use respect.

That being said, Happy Monday, and remember to stay horny for slashers.

[writing-fanics]

| Coming Soon |

Dustin Henderson x Munson!Reader

Season 1-4 and five when it comes out.

(Season One): When Will Byers suddenly goes missing it’s up to his friends and family to find out where he is. But when a mysterious girl appears with telepathic powers there seems to me more to Will’s disappearance than they expected

(Season Two): Everything, seems to be normal again. But there seems to be a new threat lurking in the shadows. As well someone new joins the group Max.

(Season Three): Summer Break and Love, and a new mall Starcourt. The group starts to form rifts between each other as they’re no longer children.

(Season Four) when Eddie and Y/n are forced to go on the run, being framed for a murder they didn’t commit. A new life threatening villain appears with his Freddy Kruger es muderers.

^^ Also will Dustin and Y/n finally confess their feelings after ogling for years which is getting annoying to see (not my words Mike)

(Season Five) Hawkins will Fall

[willel]

I can only hope this means more mystery will be introduced back into the show.

By the time season 4 came around, a lot of the mystery and unknown was lost. Sure, we didn't know who Vecna was or what he wanted, but they showed him in his full form in the very first episode. The fear of the unknown was completely lost. He's just... there. Killing people. I think even Nightmare on Elmstreet took a while before they decided to show Freddy Kruger to the audience.

Maybe they can bring back the season 1 charm by reintroducing a race against the clock.

Some elements that have already returned is:

The US government being a threat again, the soviet government is out. Good riddance

The knowledgeable creepy guy connected to El's past. That being Henry instead of Brenner.

Potentially a mysterious monster from the depths of the Upside Down that no one understands. That being the huge monster Nancy saw in the vision from Henry. Sorta resembles her seeing the Demogorgon in season 1.

And of course, some funky stuff with Will and El. That seems like a given.

The tweet itself though really just seems like it's trying to hype things up for the general audience. I think in general, season 1 and season 4 are probably seen most positively by the general audience.

Season 2 had a lot of good stuff, but the only thing people bring up is "I hate episode 7"

Season 3 was a forgettable summer flick, when people say they like it they always mention the aesthetic and not much else.

I think I'd be more worried if they said season 5 was a combo of season 3 and 4. I can only assume they're mentioning season 1 because it had the most character writing and mystery in the show thus far compared to later seasons. Meanwhile, season 4 I guess came with a lot of emotional baggage even though it didn't spread that evenly across the characters (namely Jonathan).

I'm holding onto hope that this is a good thing.

well, s1 and s4 were vastly different. dont know how can someone speculate from that. even the character dynamics were vastly different... and the supernatural plot itself as well. dont know what to think here? opinions?

Yeah they were so different! I mean I like getting back to s1, but s5 as s1 and s4 on steroids sounds hmmm :/; why do they always think bigger is better lol. You’d hope the influence of s1 would make them get back to basics, get back to character writing, not try to inject the show with more steroids; that’s what it’s been for s3 and s4, imo.

They prob mean in terms of the supernatural plot bc there will be even more monsters, a sorta apocalypse etc., I just think it’s still a weird way to sell it lol. And yes it def is good to circle back to unresolved supernatural plot questions from s1. But no one loved this show originally for how big it was and how much CGI they could do; it was for the characters, a mysterious plot that just clicked and flowed, and the atmospherics.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

So I hear you are opening that all-coveted askbox. Any chance for Reader/Freddy, where it starts as (per usual) Freddy being the one in control, teasing, orgasm-denying, making the reader beg. And as the reader begs, she starts to beg "Daddy", at which point we discover that Freddy has a RAGING Daddy kink and he right about loses it? Thank you. Much love. You're still my favourite slasher writer. -Furball891

AhhhhHHHHHH! FURBALL! YES! YES! YES! Oh my fucking God, so I don’t have a Daddy kink, we all know this but Freddy 100% does so I am totally down to write him with one, like holy shit, hot damn I fucking love how this came out. Begging, asking for permission, edging, orgasm denial, Freddy being a MASSIVE fucking bastard, just ugh it’s all so hot, so good, amazing prompt! Thank you for this ask! You are one of my longest fans, followers and commenters, you have always been so sweet and supportive, I ADORE writing for you and I hope this hits. Let’s all get into it, yeah?! Here we fucking GO!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5k. Freddy Kruger X AFAB! Reader. They/Them Pronouns. Warnings: Terms Like "Princess" Thrown Around. Freddy Being A Bastard. Teasing. Mocking. Manhandling. Rough Treatment. Restrained Reader. Extreme Frustation. Cunnlingus. Slapping. Edging. Biting. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Degradation. Crying Reader. Asking For Permission. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Knife Play. Blood Play. Threat Of Mutilation. Daddy Kink. Squirting. Overstimulation.

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Be Careful What You Say.

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Is it possible to both hate and love someone in equal measure?

And if not to hate or love someone in equal measure at least what they can do for you, the relationship you share, what they can make you feel? And as for what you had with him? It fit the bill probably as close as you could imagine for feelings so complex. And see we call it complex, but while it was happening in the moment? Nothing in your life made more sense than that.

You’d fall asleep, hoping to see him, some nights you’d hear the barest whisper, a hint, a subtle suggestion, and other nights you’d be practically assaulted with the sheer amount of him. Nigh overwhelmed and yet you’d continually come back over and over, begging for more all the while.

Speaking of begging, that is the goal of tonight. He was in a particularly sadistic mood, he wanted to break you down, make you incomprehensible as you pleaded with him. He wanted you to be unable to say anything other than his name and the word ‘please’ he wanted it to sound wet and broken and fucking pathetic as it spilled from your mouth. He wanted you to be soaked, with sweat and cum and blood, be totally split open and bared before him. Wanted to truly seal what he had started, make you fully his, ruin you for anyone else, make it so nothing else could compare with what he and only he could provide for you.

Really he didn’t want much.

To be honest what he wanted was what you wanted too, maybe not consciously, he had such a funny way of knowing that, what you truly wanted deep down before you did. Perks of being able to see into that pretty little head of yours.

He actually watched you for a while that night before pouncing on you, he wasn’t in the mood to rush, he wanted to take his time with you. He had influenced your dream already, blending it into his nightmare, did it so slowly by the time you noticed you were in that all too familiar and awful room it was too late. The change of temperature crept up on you, so subtly that you didn’t notice anything was off, like a frog in a pot of cold water, the burner turned up so slow that the poor creature doesn’t know it’s being cooked alive.

The very second you caught on was when he struck. His gloved hand closed on your forearm, you felt his chest to your back and he was leaning down, uttered right in your ear, “There’s my favorite plaything-” His non-gloved hand was on your hip, a small squeeze before continuing on, “-how are you?”

You couldn’t help it, you leaned back into him, into his touch, it had been nearly two weeks since he had visited which meant that the nature of his visit and what he wanted was all too clear to you. He loved to do that, make you squirm and wait for him and then come back, you wouldn't be able to resist him, not like you usually did but after a gap like this you really couldn’t. Trying to hide how into him you were and what you got up to was fucking impossible after he made you wait like this.

So while you normally might have tried to jerk away from him and scoff, retort with something biting and a little funny, instead tonight you couldn’t help but sigh out, “I’m great now.”

Oh he loved when you were like this. Soft and needy, wanting to cling to him, you could be needier though, much, much needier. He wrapped one arm around your waist and he leaned in closer, rough cheek brushed up the side of your neck and you moved to give him more space to do so, he couldn’t help the laugh that left. You felt it rumble in his chest and his hot breath on your throat, “Not playin’ hard to get tonight, eh?”

You felt his tongue trace over your pulse point and you tensed, a small hum of pleasure leaving you and he said against your now dampened skin, “I like that.”

You opened your mouth to respond and he bit down on your throat and it made your reply stop in its tracks. You let out a small moan, felt his hips push forward, God he was already so hard, you pressed back against him, grinding back and he was ready to escalate. He tugged on your wrist, glove tightening, edges of those blades biting into your flesh as he pulled you, turned you around so you were against his chest, being made to look up at him, “Come to Freddy.”

You practically jumped at the chance.

He had pressed you to the wall, bit and licked over your throat, ground against you, groped and pawed over your clothing, the heat rose in quickly, you had missed this terribly, how rough he was, the way he just took what he wanted from you.

What he did next made you lean even further into him, arching as he then used that glove to cut your clothing off of you. Tossed the ruined shreds to the floor, he teased and whispered right in your ear such filth that it made your knees feel weak already. “I can already smell how fucking wet you are.”

That is when you felt your wrists get weighed down, your eyes dragged down to see the heavy, rusty chains on you, pinning your hands together, the metal was cold and rough. Your hands were dragged up, some hook came out of nowhere, locked into one of the links of the chain and your hands were held up above your head. Your eyes watched as that happened, as your hands were moved and pulled high up and when that happened, while you were looking away from him he dropped down, to his knees in front of you, hands on your hips, your damp underwear the last thing standing between you being totally bared before him. He was looking up at you, his blades teasing the edge of that soft lace as he asked, “Ready?”

As you’ll ever be.

So remember what I said before about what you shared with him making the most sense of anything in your life while you were in the moment? Might have been a slight exaggeration, because why did you like this so much when it was so frustrating? Why did you like the feeling of not getting what you wanted? Delayed gratification had undeniable appeal to you for some reason. It was good, so fucking good, and you loved it but holy shit could it be infuritating in the moment when he was in one of these moods.

What he was doing was so simple, but that didn’t change the massive effect it had on you.

He had destroyed your underwear a while ago, had tossed the soaked remains aside and had started touching you. Fingers trailed over your sides, thumbs rubbed over your hips, and your thighs, two of those same fingers started slowly, tracing over your damp folds. He waited until you shifted your hips impatiently, about to ask what was taking him so long and that was the moment he chose to rub over your clit. It pulled a low moan from you, but he was just getting started.

He knew just how to do it, there had been many nights of him doing just this, slowly working you over and learning just what you wanted and liked. He built you up slowly, even pressure as he touched, you watched as he did, he almost always wanted you to watch, hold eye contact with him, be fully confronted with what he did to you. He liked the way it got to you and made you want to squirm even more. You loved his attention, the clear hunger and desire in his eyes, the things he would say to you, the edge crept up slowly, an easy climb up that hill, it felt so good, so needed. He was unfairly good with his hands, so much better than you were with your own hands.

You had spent many nights waiting for him, trying to recreate what he could do for you, but it always fell short. You were getting close, he could tell, your breathing had picked up, eyes half lidded, chest rising and falling, you rolled your wrists, bracing yourself for that sweet first orgasm of the night to sweep over you.

And just when it should have, just when you were mere precious seconds from slipping over the edge into bliss, he stopped. Eyes snapped down to him, smirking up at you, fingers still pressed to you but not moving even a single centimeter.

“Oh, were you close?” He asked in that annoyingly mocking way of his and you nodded, this wasn’t the first time he had done this, wouldn’t be the last.

Not every time but often enough he would do this, edge you a little bit before letting you cum and fuck if it didn’t make the eventual orgasm all the better. He started touching you again, “So sorry sweetheart, let me fix it.”

He said fix. What he meant was to make it infinitely worse.

It wasn’t just one edge, not by a long shot, as I mentioned he wanted to make you a needy mess and after a good few more edges you were well on your way to that. You tried to be good but it was hard, you were slowly starting to leak down your thighs, your wrists were starting to get sore, legs were in danger of giving out but then you’d be putting so much more weight on your poor arms.

He was currently using that horrible mouth of his on you. He was eating you out slowly, tongue dragging through your slit, flicking over your clit with near perfect precision, it made you want to whine already. You wanted to arch into his mouth, get as much contact as possible, he didn’t stop, licks focusing on your clit longer and longer, it felt too good. The way he swirled it around that most sensitive part of you made it so hard to focus on anything else, not like you’d want to, losing yourself in this was one of your favorite things.

The cutting and marking started in earnest. Sharp edge of the blade bit into your hip, it made you bite your bottom lip, he dragged it slowly down as his tongue flicked up and it made you let out a groan at the pain and pleasure mixing. The blood started to flow slowly, he kept this up, light and shallow cuts over your hips, thighs, a few good hard licks, bringing you closer, pleasure flowing through you and then a hard cut slicing through the build up, bringing you back down to Earth. Soon it was getting to be too much, even the pain from the light cuts wasn’t hindering, it was helping pull you along. You were close and he stopped again, long tongue pulling away from your dripping core.

You started to whine and protest, “Freddyyy-”

You squirmed and he was watching you, looking all too amused, “what did I do? I-I’ve been good lately, haven’t I? I want it so bad-” He listened to you ramble for a minute, you trying to convince him to give in, his eyes still on you, leaning in again, his tongue made contact, dragged up through your folds once more, it made your sentence stop, break with a quiet “-fuck yes-” and you kept talking. Convinced if you kept this going that he would let you, your complaints turning to praise and moans of affirmation for him to just “-keep going!”

He did. His tongue was capable of doing such impossible things, the way he felt like it could be almost everywhere, how long it was, the way it slipped inside of you, pushing in so deep, fucking you with it.

The mess was so much, your blood, the slick from your hole and his spit, your thighs were a complete mess. It felt amazing, he was sucking on your clit and you were right fucking there, tugging on the chains, moaning out, “Yes, yes, yes oh my fucking God-Freddy! Ah! I’m cumm-” and he stops again.

It was the worst and most brutal edge of the night so far. You were so fucking close and he stopped, pulling back, no contact and you were thrumming with need, you groaned low and long. Have you ever been more frustrated?

There was one clear question on your mind and you vocalized it, heated, “How many edges!?” He hums like he is really considering his answer and finally he asks “Mmm how many fingers do I have?”

You groan again, and your head tilts back, you were in for a long night.

He keeps going. Your legs placed over his shoulders, some of the painful pressure eased off your poor wrists, back resting partially on the wall and he continued to torture you. He edged you slowly, one finger on his non-gloved hand at a time on your pulsing clitoris, his glove continued to work, more nics and cuts as he teased and touched. You were a wreck, sweating so much, heaving and so close again, he was only three fingers in and you couldn’t stand it, writhing, about to cum, begging, pleading him to “-please don’t stop! Please, please, please-”

You thought it was going to happen, that he was really going to let you but no. He stops a hair too soon, his hand off of you and he timed it perfectly, he almost ruins you from how close he made you edge.

The idea of that pissed you off, after all this build up? Him almost throwing it all away, it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d have done it, ruined orgasms were the worst to you and he knew it. Feeling so fucking good, getting so close and the pleasure being so immense and then the second the tension breaks and you slip over the edge he stops, smothers the pleasure and makes it so you feel none of it. Feeling yourself shaking, cunt clenching around nothing, wiggling and pathetically humping the air, trying to get any sort of stimulation, trying to feel even the smallest fraction of that promised bliss and instead feeling nothing, awful and crushing nothing.

The memory of it caused you to cuss him out, unable to stop the feeling of anger or what you barked out, “You son of a fucking bitc-”

And then he makes his move, his mouth had been lazily cleaning up some of your spilled blood, loving the taste of you as he took a break while you came down from the edge.

One of the blades of his glove right there. Blade on his index finger is curved and pressed to your clitoris. It makes your words and your heart stop. Eyes wide, looking at him and he is smirking up at you, and he asked, grin practically splitting his face, “What was that?”

You said nothing, had nothing to say, what could you say? You were worried if you said a single thing he might do the unthinkable.

“That is what I thought.” His non-gloved hand was touching over your hip, pressing against those fresh cuts, “You’re so scared-” His non-gloved hand moved, two fingers sunk inside you, God that felt good, “-love seeing you like this.” He started to finger you slowly, curling against that sweet spot, you held still as a statue, terrified to move at all. “I can feel how hard your heart is beating through the walls of your cunt.”

He keeps talking as he teases your vulva and clit with the blades of his glove, the very tips and edges running against you, it makes you nearly shiver, “Do you trust me?” Fuck, what a question, your murderous dream demon fuck buddy asking if you trusted him all while he had that weapon of his on your leaking pussy.

“Trust me to not mess up and make a mistake?” The tone with how he asked it was terribly arousing, you clenched around his fingers and it made him laugh, a slight shake of his head, “God you’re sick. You’re getting off on this hard, huh?”

The blades feel so fucking cold and it is so terrifying but, he was right, you were getting off on this, much harder than you probably should be. Here he was on his knees, fingering you so well and teasing you with the threat of hurting you, not just like the little marks he leaves behind but truly hurting you, damaging you irreparably.

Would he ever actually do that? Mutilate and ruin you?

The flat of one of the blades pressed to that sensitive bud, rocking against you and holy shit it definitely shouldn’t feel that good. His fingers curled inside you again, the pressure of the cool metal was so even, you tried to hold still but could barely contain yourself. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite as slutty as you.”

You hated the way his degradation affected you, the way it would make it all worse, turn you on so much more. "Such a fucking whore, always thinking with your cunt. If I were to slip up and 'accidentally'-”

He nudged the edge of the blade on his index finger against the side of your clit and it made you inhale sharply, tensing so hard, fists clenching, pleading him to not, it made him laugh again before finishing his thought, “-cut this off it'd practically be like a lobotomy for you, am I right?"

You whimpered, tugging on the chains were nearly panting as his glove worked you over, you were actually starting to get close from this, couldn’t believe it, he could clearly tell. He flexed his fingers inside you again and you moaned, the pleasure was far too much, the mix of fear and arousal was nearly too much to handle. “You are fucking drenched, just listen to this-”

He picked up the pace, curing his fingers over and over into that sweet spot, the sound of how wet you were was almost humiliating, “-and looks like you are getting dumber by the second, like that brain is draining outta your hole.”

It’s true, it felt like you were getting stupider by the second, as if you were losing IQ points along with every drop of slick that spilled from you.

You were getting so close, you couldn’t shut up, had been moaning so much, allowing yourself that small grace since you were still trying to not move, you want to cum so fucking bad and you beg, nearly babbling, “Please?! I-I wanna cum so fucking bad!”

“Yeah? Real bad?” He asked with a smirk and you nodded with yet another whine, “Pleaseee? I’m so close! Gonna cum-please let me-” He hadn’t let up, finger fucking you and rocking that blade against your clit, the edge was sharper than the knife currently bringing you such sick pleasure, if you didn’t get some relief soon you felt like you might lose your mind.

He hums and then sighs, “I dunno-”

You needed him to believe you, needed him to listen, take you seriously. You can’t take another hard edge. You are almost crying when you plead, “Mmmf don’t stop! Fuck, ffffuck, don’t stop!” And that is when you said it, that small little thing that changed the course of the evening. You hadn’t meant to but it slipped out, you breathed, “Pretty please, Daddy?”

You hear it as soon as you say it and he stops. Eyes met yours and he asked, “The fuck did you just call me?” You bite your lip, a shake of your head and he presses his blade to your clit again, could feel it almost biting into your extremely tender and sensitive flesh and your breath catches.

His look is pointed and you shake your head again, eyes tearing away from his, “Princess-” He warns, pressure increases by a hair and you swallow hard, he asks “-I said what did you call me?” His fingers curled inside you once more and it made you moan. Even with the pause you were still so close.

Fuck. You closed your eyes and you let out a shuddering breath before admitting it, saying softly, “Daddy. I...I called you Daddy.”

A groan from him. “Fuck yeah you did.”

This was perfect. Couldn’t be better. See he loved this, loved getting to have you all to himself and hooking up with you, the reactions he could get out of you were the best, the times he spent with you in the boiler room were some of the best. You were just so fun to tease and torture. He knew he had you, knew you were invested but he never would have thought you’d go this far, never dreamt of you calling him this. It was the hottest, got to him more than anything, he needed you immediately.

He rips his fingers out of you so fast, glove is off of you and then it is your turn to groan, you really wanted to cum, wanted it so bad you were willing to do it on the edge of his knife for fuck’s sake. But you had no time to mourn the loss of what promised to be yet another spectacular orgasm cut short, a hard smack right between your legs, lands just right, it stings so bad, wet slap ringing out as he punctuated it by saying, “Gonna destroy this cunt.”

He snaps his fingers and the chains release, you fall. You yelped as you hit the ground and then he pinned you between the floor and wall. “Fuckin’ ruin you.”

Your legs are pushed back, one hooked over his shoulder, non-gloved hand on your throat and gloved hand on you, one blade under your chin, tilting your head up, he is rock hard, you can feel him even through his pants, he is grinding against you.

“You want me to be your Daddy, huh?”

He was so close to you, face inches from yours as he sneered at you, a hard squeeze of your throat, it hurts, you love it. “It’s written all of your stupid face.”

You could feel the mess you were leaving on the front of his pants, leaking obscenely onto him. His hand came down off your neck, you gulped down a hard breath and he unzipped his pants, hot and hard and right against you. He grinds just right, it feels amazing, your eyes almost roll back at the feeling and he doesn’t let up, “Need Daddy to take care of you?”

You nod furiously, want it so fucking badly, you were too far gone for any shemblance of modesty or shame, you were too turned on to pretend you weren’t into this, didn’t want this.

“Say it then. Tell me all about it, bitch.” You tell him, spill your guts, beg him, arching up into him, trying to look as good and inviting as possible, “Please fuck me Daddy?! Need it so bad it hurts, need to cum so much, you do it so much better than me-”

He does it so quickly and unceremoniously. One second he isn’t and then the next he is. He slips in, one long and slow stroke, stuffing you full, it makes your pleading stop with a gasp and a moan. He was all the way inside you, a hard grind that made you choke out, “Oh God-”

He laughs, leaned in so close, breathing right into your ear. “You calling out for God, huh?” His glove was still right there, one of the blades right under your chin, he pressed and the skin breaks, blood starts to trickle out, you feel the blood slide down your throat and down his blade. “Lucky for you I am so generous.”

Then he starts to fuck you. Hard, brutal, pace steady, almost curshing you between the wall and floor, gloved hand grips your throat, smearing the blood, your heart was beating so hard having his weapon on your neck, one wrong move and he could kill you right here. He would squeeze your throat, cutting off air for a moment before releasing it and letting you swallow down more air, fucking you the entire time. The sounds he was pulling out of you were the best.

He was being so rough, utterly animalistic, not holding back, grunts of effort that made more pulses of heat rise in you. Pouring through your chest and straight to your soaked core, fuck, it is too good, his non-gloved hand on your knee, fucking into you, “Mmm, look at you, such a needy little whore, need Daddy’s cock, right?”

“Yes Daddy, need you always-” Your hands scrambling for purchase on him, moaning, fingers tangled in his sweater, he is hitting that spot and grinding on your clit, hitting so deep, so right, “Yeah you do. Fingers can’t do it can they? Can’t fill you up like this, can’t fucking hit those good spots not like your Daddy can.” He purrs it to you, and you are a mess.

Unable to hold yourself back, moaning and crying out, the rough concrete hurt below you, still leaking blood from those cuts he laid upon you, after all that edging you were built up so fast, after such a short time you were already close. He could feel you clamping down on him in preparation of your impending orgasm.

You are moaning out, “Daddy! M’ close, please, can I?”

He stops. Another grind as he breathes in your ear, “I dunno, can you?” You groan and he laughs, “Groans won’t move me sweetheart. Beg.”

You are on the edge and you want to beg more but you can’t think, weighed down and stupid from need and hazy pleasure blanketing you. You were only able to manage to get out, “Daddddyyyy-”

“Fuck, love how you say that.” He breathed, “But you can do better. Try. For me.” He was moving in and out, pace almost painfully slow, balancing you right on the edge, hitting that spot over and over, hard grinds into it make you break. You sob, tears starting to fall down your cheeks, it was all too much, you couldn’t take it. You hiccupped out, “Daddy! S’ hard! Ca-Can’t think-”

His non-gloved hand came up, a hit across the face, it didn’t even hurt that bad, you actually loved it, made the pleasure all the sharper, nearly pushed you over the edge, you clenched around him, clit throbbed almost painfully, you sobbed harder. “Daddy M’ sorry! Please, please let me cum-”

And he picks up the pace, hard, fast, just right, on those spots perfectly and he tells you, glove around your throat, choking you, hard squeeze, “Cum for Daddy.”

And you do. Cum so fucking hard, you gush around his cock. You writhe and cry, it was so worth the wait, you don’t think you’ve ever cum harder, if passing out in a dream was possible you probably would have.

“Oh there you go honey, fuck, looks like it was a big one, what a lucky whore-” He fucks you through it and you are panting so hard, soaked in sweat, it was perfection, how he dragged all the pleasure possible out of you and mixed filthy praise and degradation as he did it.

And then?

A surprise. One you never would have expected, he kisses you.

He’s never done that before. He’s had you countless ways, so many configurations but had never kissed you, you couldn't restrain the moan you let out into his mouth, you were still trembling, lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm as he kissed you.

It is hot, messy, tongue, you can vaguely taste yourself on him, you moan into the kiss again, he is still achingly hard inside of you, he starts to fuck you again, hard,and steady once more.

He breaks the kiss, his own breathing labored, what he said next was good, but how he said it, tone laced with so much heat, so much intention, was better.

“Again, I’m gonna do it again.” A hard thrust that made you moan again, “I’m gonna make you cum on my cock again, and again, and again.”

He didn’t give you a single chance to rest as he fucked you, still telling you just what he was going to do, made his intentions crystal fucking clear. “Cum in you over and over, fuck it so deep in you that you’ll be leaking and thinking of nothing but your Daddy for days.”

You could have cum just from him saying that, you were so fucking happy, so lucky. All you could respond with was pulling him down and kissing him, breathing into his mouth, “M’ all yours Daddy.”

Tonight couldn’t have gone better. Everything like this is so good, makes sense, it was just so simple. You, bleeding and cum drunk, positively stupid and getting fucked into obvlion, it felt more right and natural than anything else.

[keepcalm-and-beyou]

Serial Killer Boyfriend

YoungFP x Reader

Werewolves howl, Phantoms prowl, where witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon full and bright whispers tis Halloween. 

It feels like magic in the night when you see the pumpkins light. Time for the ghouls and ghost to seek goodies, for people hoping for treats not tricks. 

Halloween time in our town with pep. Everyone from school invited and some not invited to this years Spooktacular Party surely must be getting ready as i am. 

🎃Now I have a story that I'd like to tell About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!🎃  

As A nightmare on my street song plays on my radio I apply my lipstick and smile when the song mentions the name Fred as it makes me think of my friend Fred Andrews, i also cant help but love the nightmare on elm street movie. Freddy Kruger what an intense killer to get you in your precious dreams i hope they make more movies like that. A noise interrupted my thoughts slightly making me jump. heading towards where it had come from i look out my window to the left then right side seeing some children running around on my street dressed up in their costumes trick or treating, the street lights shinned on my street sign that read ELM STREET. 

Thinking the noise must of been from those who are outside simply wanting candy i turn away from the half way open window i scream as i felt something grab my arm from where the window was i turn fast to face it seeing my boyfriend trying to climb through the window. I let a relived sigh leave my lips and step back in no mood to help him through my window but to watch his struggle he sure deserves it after that stunt. 

“Thank for the help babe” FP says sarcastically while finally getting him self through my window his eyes not yet even looking really at me until he stands up straight turning to fully face where i was standing by my bedroom wall. 

FP’s eyebrows raised in what looked like surprise “Wow babe, damn you look good not like that’s anything new” 

“Well i tried thank you, uh what are you suppose to be, some poor victim of a serial killer stabbing, some messed up boy with mommy issues and a daddy who just doesn't seem to love him the same these days who has a issue filled girlfriend that seems so awkward all the time who probably kills his own girlfriend because ya know always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend, he must of watched way to many movies” I ask him as he slowly creeps closer to where i have been standing. This is when i notice the knife in his hand. It sure don’t look like the typical cheap fake ones used for such things as Halloween costumes. That makes me raise an eyebrow at the sharp metal in his hand. Fps eyes caught my reaction to his choice in accessory for his costume and he smirks getting closer to me. 

“Nah babe this blood is of my victims” he smirks wider as his eyes seem to burn into mine “I’m the killer” he adds while he brings his knife up to his bottom lip resting it there. 

“Shit does that mean i’m the girlfriend you want to kill for some bullshit reason” i fake seriousness.

“Hmm I think ill keep you around you look to good to ruin that tight outfit” he smirks checking me out. 

“Thanks. Oh and next time use the front door you ass”

“Did i give you a fright” FP stalks even closer to just inches apart. Like he is  stalking his prey. I deny that he frightened me and i lightly push him backwards from my bubble of space done with his creepy killer vibes in my bedroom and wanting to get my party on. 

Walking out my front door like a normal none creepy person uses i turn to FP “Your not really gonna walk around with that legit knife are you, because that seems like big ole trouble to me” 

“You have no idea” FP says quietly but loud enough to hear him. I watch as he passes by me down my steps and put the knife into a holster on his jeans.

“Wait what?” I ask confused on his statement. only for him to act as if he never heard me. 

I spot a boy who looks like our friend a small ways down coming from his front lawn as we approach and it is indeed my best guy friend! 

“Oh my gosh Fred i love it i absolutely approve of this years choice in costume” I say excitedly going to hug him not caring for his eyes to slightly open wider at my revealing chest area. 

“You look.. uh wow yeah wow a good wow very good wow” Fred rambled 

“Watch it Fred” FP warned in what seemed to be a half joke half serious threat as he slaps Fred’s check lightly and they do a quick bro hug. 

“Awe my guys, my killer boyfriend and killer best friend, my Freddy as Freddy i love it, glad you didn’t go with a mask of Freddy Kruger though i prefer your pretty face” I smack Fred on the same cheek FP had done. 

“I knew you would” Fred smiles. 

“Okay i could use a drink and Hiram douche as rich as he is must have plenty at his party so hurry up move it along” FP says nodding his head ahead of us indicating for us to start walking that way. 

Hiram Lodge, rich and rude mostly describes him. someone who many of us don’t particularly like. Fred dislikes him for many reasons one being Hermione Gomez the girl Fred was into and thought she could be the one. Until she chose Hiram and his pearls over Fred and his heart. FP dislikes him for many of the same reasons Fred does but one being Me the ex girlfriend of Hiram, I thought he could be the one until our once fun filled relationship turned into a cold one into a distant one into me choosing FP over Hiram. But hey a party with free booze is our kind of party and we got the invite well me and Fred did anyways. 

Walking through the streets of Riverdale seeing all the Halloween decorations like the lights from jack-o lanterns and ghosts hanging from trees, feeling the chilling vibes of the magic that is Halloween night run through my body, the feel of a cold hand in mine making me smile at my serial killer looking boyfriend. 

I watch as few children pass us by seeing the looks shared by Fred and FP raising my eyebrow at what they could be thinking then suddenly the two teenagers yell and jump forward towards the little kids scaring them making the children scream and run off. Rolling my eyes at the two men in front of me laughing like hyenas. 

“Real mature boys” I say unimpressed at the child like behaviour 

“Its Halloween y/n lighten up” Fred laughs 

“Yeah babe its meant to be scary” FP adds

“True but no need to terrorise little kids” I shake my head at them. And continue our walk.

Nearing the house holding the Halloween party hosted by Hiram i notice some familiar faces as much as i can being with all the Halloween costumes. my eyes came upon sierra dressed as wonder woman, a perfect costume for her and her girl power woman on a mission thing she has going on. a short distance a way as well seeing tom Keller in a army costume, another typically perfect costume for the boy.

The outside of the house isn't much decorated i try to push through some of my fellow classmates with FP and Fred hot on my tail walking through the front doors. I’m impressed by what my eyes are seeing the many outstanding lights making the house look like a nightclub ready for teenagers to dance the night away, i see Halloween theme streamers and garland, hanging bats all over the roof of the house, your typical mini orange pumpkins and some painted black placed on tables, and my favourite of all the creepy images on the walls that change. 

“Boy Hiram of course with all the crap” FP looks around at all the decorations as i was. “Think he’s compensating for something Fred” FP chuckles looking to Fred who’s standing next to him. Fred laughs at his best friends remark. 

“No comment” I smirk barley looking towards FP to see his glare thrown my way. 

“Speak of the devil” Fred nods his head to where Hiram is walking towards us. Hiram lodge strolls head high nearing us wearing a medieval king costume, it makes me want to laugh at another super typical costume for the boy who think’s he is a real king, only kind of royal he happens to be is a royal pain in the ass. 

“Well well well a sight for sore eyes, in all her black beauty” Hiram steps closely in front of me with that stupid smirk and ignorant eyes. I simply fake a big smile as my only response. 

“Fred” Hiram greets in a major Hiram way that doesn't sound very greeting like. so Fred does the same. My eyes moves back and fourth between the two and landing on Hiram as his eyes land on my exposed chest thanks to my Elvira costume. This doesn't go unnoticed by my serial killer boyfriend who steps in front of me chest puffed out and eyes murdering the rich man who only smirks more at the exchange. 

“Ah FP Jones i do believe you were not sent an invite but by all means enjoy my humble adobe, oh but please don’t let your serpent behaviour disturb my gathering” 

“Hiram” is heard from behind him of course coming from Hermione. I roll my eyes at her presence dressed as a medieval queen. “Hello glad you guys can attend” she says playing the dutiful girlfriend.

“Mhm thanks” I say in the most super fake tone i can muster up and a smile to go with it as i move past them farther into the home of the devil incarnate. 

Pouring my self a much needed beverage as FP pushes some guy lightly out of his way to reach a bottle of whiskey taken the whole thing for him self.

“Are you really just gonna take the whole thing?” i chuckle

“What like he cant afford to lose out on one damn bottle y/n” 

“Okay then” i let out a small sigh hoping FP doesn't get to hammered. 

“Hey it saves me from having to stab someone to move out my way for a drink” FP pulls out his knife he had in his holster waving it around near our faces with a wide smile. I’m not sure if its because it Halloween that this whole dressed in blood serial killer thing is legit creepy, but hey its pretend right. 

“Stop waving that thing in my face before you make me lose an eye you psycho” I tell him half jokingly. he just stares at me for a moment like contemplating on something, maybe something i said. But finally after making a clicking noise with his tongue he puts the knife back into his holster. 

“Good boy” I teasingly say to him as i grab his chin giving him a kiss to his cheek. 

Hand in hand we walk around for a bit saying a few hellos to some friends of mine as FP stays silent drinking from his bottle and eyeing a few people dangerously creepy. We enter the dining room seeing people including Fred playing beer pong. 

“Y/n come be on my team I’m kicking Tom’s ass” Fred shouts to where i stand with FP by the entrance. FP looks annoyed at the thought but i don’t care he can brood and mood alone for 5 minutes well i kick some major Keller toosh. 

“Oh Keller boy its on” i challenge as Fred cheers at my comment. 

I stand tall and elegantly yet cockily toss the ping pong ball, it lands perfectly into a cup filled half way with beer in front of Tom. Tom of course drinks it. Fred and I throw a few more times ultimately winning which causes us much joy giving us the need to jump around cheering for our self’s along with others in the room, i jump into Fred’s arms smiling at our victory he spins me around laughing. 

“That was awesome y/n” Fred smiles as he put me down. 

“Tha-” I’m cut off by the dark voice of FP

“I thought i said watch it” he remarks dryly to Fred as Fred gives him an unsure look. 

“Wow okay babe laying on the crazy tonight real hard don’t you think” I tell FP furrowing my eyebrows at the bloody boy. FP scoffs and Fred backs away slowly to leave me to deal with my crazy boo. 

FP moves close to my ear and says “Nah what would be crazy is if someone losses a hand because they can’t keep them off you” and he tilts his head in that weird way like a challenging way. Then all of a sudden he’s laughing. I can’t help my face reacting as if he has gone mad. 

“Let’s keep checking out the place babe” FP says in his normal tone as if he wasn't just a crazy jealous boyfriend. And put’s his arm around my shoulders. 

We came across a room that seems like a second living room it looks like the teenagers in it are playing a game as they all sit in whats suppose to be a circle. 

“Oh look its Y/n, care to indulge us in a game of secrets and sins” Penelope’s voice rang out. she use to be a decent human being but it seems her adopted family the blossoms have really done a number on her after she accepted to be with Clifford her adopted brother. honestly I’m unsure if its even legal. 

“I don’t know about that one” I shrug not really in the mood to share a secret of any sorts. 

“Are you scared to tell us something” Clifford chimes in as he is sitting next to the red headed sister girlfriend of his. 

“Let’s go babe” FP grumbles in my ear. But i shake my head at his words. 

“No no i’ll stay” I smile and take a seat on one of the few couches in the room that have space. FP stay’s standing by the door.

“Well that makes it your turn y/n, any sinful secrets you might wanna share” Penelope asks with a wicked smirk plastered on her face as if she already knows any secrets i may have. 

“Hmm i cheated on a math test once, no that’s a lame one, uh i keyed Hiram’s car after we broke up” that last so called secret made FP chuckle. but Penelope rolled her eyes not amused by my choices of secrets. 

“I have a obsession with the movie the heather's i do as well imagine poisoning my classmates, I’m sure you’ll be able to relate” i tell Penelope with a small smile. She lets out a huff still not amused.  

“So that’s your big secrets? Really. I think not Elm Street girl” she says smiling at me. Causing me to raise my eyebrow. And she continues on. 

“You know who else lives on Elm Street, Fred Andrews right? Your friend, your boyfriends friend” she drags on

“So do you have a point or are you just obtuse” I laugh in my head at my own joke sense obtuse is opposite of something pointy. 

“Funny. You like to do a lot with that mouth of yours, like talk when know one cares to listen or make out with Fred Andrews when you think know ones looking” she smiles deviously as my eyes widen in shock. 

“What?!” is heard from the door FP in fit of rage.  

“Wait let me explain” I say to FP but he doesn't hear it he’s to busy pushing his way out of the bedroom door so i follow him. 

“FP can you slow down what are you doing let me explain” I yell for him to hear me but all i see is him on a hunt. oh no probably for Fred. Poor Fred. 

Fp reaches Fred who is in the big living room area where the drinks are and teenager’s dancing. FP grab’s Fred by his shirt throwing him into a wall swiftly reaching for his knife 

‘FP no” i shout as i near the two boys. 

“What the hell FP” Fred asks his best friend. 

“I outta kill you boy” FP barks in Fred face now holding his knife to his throat. 

“FP stop please its not what you think i swear” I plead with my now looking like a real serial killer boyfriend. 

“Y/n whats going on? Why do you have a knife? wait is that a real knife FP?!” Fred asks a bunch of questions in his nervous and scared state. We all barley notice the music had turned down a bit and people were gasping and whispering amongst them self's. 

“You touched my girl!” FP says lowly very low dangerously low. 

Fred looks beyond shocked at the news his best friend knew. He was speechless. 

“FP please let’s talk outside or in a quite room” i beg of him. 

“Screw this” FP says angrily and grab’s Fred again by the shirt only to throw him into the wall once more before backing away. “You better watch out boy” FP threatens Fred. FP disappear’s into the house and I tend to Fred. 

“Oh my gosh are you okay i cant believe he just went that psycho” I held onto Fred’s head looking over his neck and face for any injuries. Seeing a small cut from the knife on is neck, making me cringe at the fact my boyfriend did that. 

“I’m okay y/n how did he find out?” Fred asks looking guilty 

“Secrets and sins and one red headed bitch of a blossom” I remark coldly.

“I’m going to find the bathroom see if i need anything for my neck” Fred tells me as he starts to move towards the door way. 

I should look for FP to tell him the truth the whole truth to that secret. The fact that it was before i chose to be with FP, it was a drunk bad judgement call right after my break up with Hiram. 

Its been some time looking for FP i think its safe to say he left the party. Maybe that’s a good thing give him some space to calm down and when he wants to talk i’ll gladly talk to him. I haven't seen Fred in awhile either, if he ditched me i’m going to kill that athletic guitar playing boy. No sign of my best friend and the party has majorly died down with only a few students i barley know from school and the few i do know decently well like Sierra, Tom, Penelope and Clifford, Marty Mantle and Darryl Doiley and of course the host him self and his little girlfriend Heromine. 

I look around some more for Fred so we can leave, i check anywhere i can including upstairs. I come across a room at the very end of the hall and open the door slowly “Hello anyone in here?” I ask not wanting to intrude on anyone's personal business. There’s no answer. I cant make much of what’s in the room it’s very dark until i find the nearest light switch flicking it on my eyes instantly see a body on the ground. 

“Oh my god Fred?!” I move fast towards the body now seeing the crimson colour seeping through his shirt as if he has been stabbed. I couldn't control it my mouth had i mind of its own as it let out a screeching sound of horror at the sight of my best friend bleeding not a single movement made on the floor. 

I stood in shock for a moment after my scream rang through the walls catching the attention of a few of my fellow classmates as they run into the room. 

I hear gasps and what happened and omgs come from a few mouths as i stare eyes wide open at Fred on the ground. I see Tom get closer to Fred’s body when i snap out of my trance of horror. 

“Wait don’t touch his body!” i spit out before anyone can lay a finger on the boy. 

Everyone looks at me as i’m insane. 

“Finger prints and moving a body is like what tampering with a crime scene and if you have your finger prints on him guess who’s a suspect of murder” I tell everyone sternly. 

“We need to see if he is breathing!” Tom says freaked out. 

I move closer to Fred’s unconscious body not enough to touch and tell everyone to shut the hell up so i can listen for his breathing, I hear nothing. I then put my hand in front of his nose and mouth to see if i can feel air coming from his bloody body, I can not. 

“He’s not breathing guys.. he’s dead” i cry out covering my mouth in more shock. I hear little cries from the girls Heromine and Sierra. 

“This can’t be happening my parents will kill me if i through a party and there happens to be a dead body laying around” Hiram sighs

“My dad is probably gonna kick my ass” I hear Marty say in a fearful tone.

“We need to call the cop’s” Tom says

“I don’t know about that” Clifford chimes in. 

“What are you talking about that’s what your suppose to do, unless you killed him?” Tom shouts back at Clifford. as Clifford scoffs

“This could ruin our life’s what colleges are wanting to accept people involved in a murder” Penelope say’s. 

“Was that a confession?” Darryl Doiley ask’s The red head rolls her eye’s

“Who would do this” I let tear slip from my eyes. 

Everyone looks around at one another eyes scanning each other with possible thoughts that one of us killed Fred Andrews. 

“Hiram. I bet it was Hiram” Penelope says smugly as always these days. 

“And why would I do that?” Hiram asks in almost to good to be true calm manner. Everyone turns their heads to Penelope so she can further explain her accusations.

“Oh please you never did like the boy so much you even stole his girlfriend” she replies nodding towards Hermione who still have many tears on her face. 

“Please you strike me for the killing type both you Blossom’s and your weird family” Hiram spits back to the red headed girl. 

“This is so not cool guys we need to do something” Sierra says. 

“Yeah like the cops’” Tom says again 

“No, no cop’s, not until we figure who might have done it” Hiram speaks.

“We can all point fingers at each other but nothing proves either of us did it” I tell them hoping their madness would stop i haven't even had time to really wrap my head around the dead body of my best friend. 

“What about FP” Darryl Doiley speaks up from the corner of the room he’s been hiding in sense he came in after my scream. Everyone turns to look at the Doiley boy at the same time with looks that say what about him. 

“He had a knife right he held it to Fred’s throat and went all psycho doesn't that prove anything” Darryl continued 

“This is true, FP did have a weapon and is well crazy” Hiram says as a matter of fact. I roll my eyes at him. 

“No way he wouldn't .. I don’t think he would, oh my no no he couldn't” i say unsure in my own words that my boyfriend and Fred’s best friend would commit such a crime. 

“I don’t know the look in his eyes sure showed insanity” Penelope spoke

“Y/n it might be true look at the facts he was mad at Fred, he held Fred at knife point, and threatened him. It doesn’t look good for FP” Tom states

“What doesn't look good for me” FP appears in the door way of the room giving us all a fright many of us jumping at his voice. Some of our eyes wide in fear to see him in front of us hearing us talk about him. The girls Heromine, Sierra and Penelope move further away from him as they practically huddle together, Darryl and Marty look terrified, while Hiram and Tom have no expressions on their faces, then there’s me standing in the middle of everyone beside Fred’s body not knowing what to say and trying hard to keep my face a normal looking way. 

“Say hey what happened here” FP says what almost seems like a question but more of a taunt, he takes a step inside the room with his head tiled in that creepy way he does.

“Get away from us you murderer” Penelope shouts at him. 

“Hmm that’s not very nice” FP smirks deviously at her as he pulls out his knife pointing it at her “You are not very nice” he tell’s her. He looks at everyone in the room ‘In fact none of you really are. Not to me that’s for damn sure” he clicks his tongue. 

“Hey man we no what you did and its cool we wont say anything to anyone” Marty tells FP in hopes to get out of a killer situation. FP just laughs at the boys attempts. 

“FP tell them you didn't hurt Fred i know you didn't right?” i ask my own hopes rising

“We know you killed him FP” Hiram says to him

“How do we know your not the killer? huh? you like scary movies maybe your movie freak mind lost its reality button ever think of that” FP says challenging Hiram's words. Hiram scoffs. 

“Okay well if FP didn't do it and none of us did lets just call the cops” Tom says starting to walk towards the door when FP’s knife ends up nearing his face

“Na na na Keller get back” FP demands so Tom goes back to his spot by Fred’s body and near me. I look to Fred’s dead body and to FP, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me finally seeing it feeling it , that FP killed him. My eyes water as i take small slow step to FP who bares his knife still in front of him. 

“Why FP.. please tell me why” I cry slowly moving toward my killer boyfriend. 

“Why y/n! why!” he shouts manically making me jump. He turns to face the door he had just shut then back to me. 

Suddenly FP steps to me grabbing me by my throat facing me to everyone has his grip is tight on my neck keeping me in place close to him. 

“Listen FP” Sierra says trying to defuse the ticking bomb 

“No you listen you little bitch! Anyone moves and ill be happy to see what your insides look like. Takes the strength of a man to gut someone ya know” FP barks

“You all and your privileged life’s, you northsiders think your so better then everyone else!” FP shouts and his grip gets even tighter on my throat making me whimper. “Not anymore” FP drags his knife on my face as he speaks but not hard enough to cut into my skin. 

“We are sorry i’m sorry we all are sorry!” Sierra shouts

“You don’t have to do this FP let y/n go” Tom says calmly reaching his hand out

“Let her go FP” Hiram says more demanding

“Please FP you don’t have to hurt anyone” Heromine chimes in

“Oh my ” Penelope mumbles 

“Dude come on please” Darryl cries out 

“We’re sorry dude” Marty says but not enough meaning to believe it.

��If any of us made you feel less then us we are sorry if any of us picked on you we are sorry or if we made fun of you FP” Sierra speaks again apologising for everyone. And everyone’s voice rings out say yes and yeah’s agreeing to what she had said in fear for their life’s. 

“Nah” FP says then quickly spins me to face him and send’s his knife into my stomach instantly my hands go to the wound i feel the wet substance and my knees hit the floor as horror painful sounds escape my lips everyone runs to me as i turn around best i can hands red and dripping, the girls faces wet with tears the guys faces filled with horror i take one last look at my stomach hand covering it again.

“Gotcha” my head snaps up to everyone as i smile wide

“Really I’m dead no one calls the cop’s ” Fred says from the floor with his face looking towards us all. 

“What?!” everyone shouts with wide eyes and still horrified yet shocked faces all around. 

“Good job FP” Fred smiles getting up from the floor. “Man that’s tough playing dead for that long so glad no one saw me breathing when i needed to” 

“You did great man” FP smiles 

“But the blood” Hermione asks

“Corn syrup” I reply with a smile

“You are all seriously insane” Sierra says 

“That was not funny” Hiram adds sternly 

“Holy heck thank god” Tom sighs of relief 

“I can’t believe you guys” Heromine says shaking her head in dismay.

“Not cool” Marty adds 

“You had us all going” Penelope says in boredom

“Yeah” Clifford adds not making eye contact with anyone probably embarrassed that he got fooled. 

“Well can’t say you guys didn’t deserve it” FP smiles a normal smile not a creepy one at last. 

“Happy Halloween guys” Fred smiles 

“I got me one hot serial killer boyfriend” I put my arm around FP’s waist as his arm goes around my shoulder. 

“Happy Halloween” FP and i say at the same time to everyone. 

[justafairytailofinnocence]

hi! so, I just found your page and it's amazing! anyways, I would like a matchup, if you wouldn't mind? I have a few fandoms, but you don't have you do them all! harry potter, marvel, twilight, and horror are the ones I've chosen. alright, now that I've gotten that out of the way, I guess I should start describing myself!

I'm 5'0, and slightly chubby lol. I'm a Virgo, INTJ, and a Slytherin. I have ADHD, which causes a lot of problems in my life. I'm a triple threat -- sing, dance, and act! I'm a fanfic writer and a cosplayer! Cats are my favorite animals, which is apparent thanks to the cat fur on me. I'm pansexual and poly! People have told me that I've been known to be judgy and annoyed easily. I like doing things by myself, and hate when people tell me what to do.

Well, that's all I can think of lol... once again, your blog is so cool! thank you for considering my matchup!

Hello dear thanks for your request💖.

For harry potter i ship you with:

Fred weasley 🎉

You were a quirky slytherin, unlike most you were famous for having many talents.

You were a dancer and an actor, you joined the choir at hogwarts.

Professor flitwick and mcgonagall think your very clever.

Fred was attracted to your outgoing side and he really thinks your great.

He first met you in hogwarts after you finished practice for your act.

You were judgy seeing he was a prankster and he often liked to prank the slytherins.

You warmed up to fred, he was really just a goofy teen that loved pranks and fun.

The weasleys would be fond of you.

If you marry Fred you would be living in diagon ally with a kid with his hair and your eyes, they are in gryffindor and a half blood.

For marvel I ship you with:

Loki🐍

Who knew the trickster would find another accomplise.

You are Loki's side kick, a outgoing show performer who can make people have illusions.

You prefer the rich God like life with your beloved love interest.

I would see the two of you being the iconic duo.

Loki would have a soft spot for you, even perhaps starting a romance.

You didn't like Thor and nor asguard, you would fight against the God to win Loki's affection.

However you are no Harley Quinn, you do have a life of your own and even set boundaries.

Loki would also admire your independence.

If you married loki your child would be a demi God and have some illusion powers. They would have your hair and his eyes.

For twilight I ship you with:

Alice cullen🛍

You were a vampire, a very outgoing fashionable vampire.

You weren't fond of many people and it came with time.

Alice had met you while you were in human form, you were her blood singer.

She liked you straight away even forming a bond with you.

The energetic vampire would be loyal to you and she would protect you.

Prepare for shopping and fashion because there isn't a day where you look great.

She would tell you about her visions and how at times she fears you may be in danger.

I do think Rosalie also had a emotional connection to you but Alice's was stronger.

Your gift is puppeting people's movement.

If you married Alice, you would live with her for an eternity.

For horror I ship you with:

Freddy Kruger🩸

I wouldn't have thought that someone like him can develop attraction but here we are.

He first saw you when you were acting out a movie scene with the main character.

You started dreaming of the killer trying to kill you but then later try and trap you.

He would kill off your family and friends until your alone.

He would try to trap you in your own dreams so your with him forever.

The guy would give you a nightmare about someone your attracted to and use him against you.

He would try to seduce you in a very messed up way because he is fascinated by you.

You would escape and to say the least dating killers aren't on your bucket list.

If marriage were an option then goodluck because you would be trapped and you probably don't want to even think about having kids.

Anyways that's all for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[fandomsonrequests]

saturday night’s alright for fighting

fandom: marvel

characters: wade wilson (Deadpool)

reader: fem!

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: harassment, violence, swearing, alcohol 

a/n: okay so apparently, T.J. Miller’s (Weasel, aka Wade’s friend) was accused of sexual assault (ironically) and called in a fake bomb threat before. Due to this, I will be changing the setting a little. 

requested by anon 

Ah yes- the smell of alcohol and sweat mingling in the air, boisterous laughter competing against the loud music from the speakers overhead and the sound of billiard balls clashing against each other filled the Leaky Cantina bar down by the corner. Just a regular Saturday night out with your husband, Wade Wilson.

Despite being busy kicking ass and taking names from the bad guys that messed with him, or hopping around the city with Dopinder’s dingy yellow taxi, Wade manages to always make some time for you. You were his best girl, his diamond in the rough. It was only right to do so.

“The usual, Wilson?” Asked Jess, the owner of the bar. She was a large, muscled woman with biceps almost as big as your face. But when she spoke, it was raspy but warm. She was like a big tough mama bear.

“You know it J,” your husband says from beside you. “But throw a little extra kick in there- ______ are trying to see who handles their alcohol the best.”

“I don’t know why you’re so adamant about this Wade,” You tease, resting your chin on your palm as you lean against the counter. “I told you I’d win.”

“Baby, I literally heal and regenerate. Who’s to say that the alcohol won’t be redirected elsewhere?”

“I don’t know Wilson,” Jess snorted as she placed two shot glasses each in front of you. She pulls out some of her strongest alcohol and fills each glass. “Last time you made a bet with her she had to haul your drunk ass out of here.”

“That was last time- I can do better.”  The merc huffed, crossing his arms like a six year old.

You simply chuckled at his antics, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His demeanor fell a little from this and you could see the corner of his lips quirk a bit upwards. You always knew how to crack his facade.

“Happy Saturday night babe,” He tells you, raising his glass and clicking it against yours.

“Happy Saturday night-“

You both down the first two shots, feeling the buzz through your veins. You let out a sharp sigh and signal for Jess to pour a few more. Several shots later, you two were still at it. Your face was flushed form the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed and Wade, Wade looked kinda normal.

“Hold on baby,” he says before you two could take another shot. “I gotta head to the bathroom. Be back soon.”

You wave him off and he hops off his barstool, yelling “don’t swap my drinks!” after himself. You just laugh and roll your eyes in amusement as you wait for your husband to return. Your fingers tap against the surface of the counter when a figure slides into the seat next to you.

This kind of situation wasn’t really new to you. You two were regulars at Jess’s bar and everyone knew how wrapped up you and Wade were with each other. But there were newbies who came in and tried hitting on one of you from time to time. Usually, they’d back off and find someone else to flirt with but there were moments where the newbie was just too damn stubborn.

“Hey gorgeous,” The person next to you slurs, clearly drunk of their ass. “Mind if I get you a drink and steal you away for the night?”

You simply smile at him politely and show off your finger with the golden band around it. “Sorry big guy, but I’m taken already.”

The person didn’t seem to like that but pushed on nonetheless. “Aw cmon, I’m sure your spouse won’t mind. We can invite them to join too~”

You cringe at the stranger’s words, an uncomfortable shudder running down your spine. “Uhm, no thanks. It was nice talking to you.”

As you move to stand and switch seats elsewhere, the stranger reaches out to grab your arm. You tugged your hand away, or at least tried to, but their grip was like iron. “Let go of me.” You tell them, glaring right into their eyes.

They simply ignored you and stood up, moving towards you with a predatory look in their eyes. “Cmon, it's just for the night.”

“The lady said no,”

The stranger was suddenly ripped away from you as Wade tugs tw their shoulders to have them face him. They glare in annoyance at your husband, wobbling in place as they turn to face him. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Her husband; now get lost buddy. You don’t your ass out on the curb now do you?”

The stranger just chortled. “Really? Big talk coming from a wrinkly Freddy Kruger wannabe.”

The stranger’s words struck a nerve in you the second it reached your ears. You know it was Wade who was supposed to get angry but hearing them, or anyone in general, bad mouth your husband would always trigger something in you.

“Oh get the fuck out of here already,” You shout at them, delivering a powerful backhanded slap to their face, sending them stumbling to the floor.

The bar goes silent at the commotion. Wade was shocked at what had happened while you clutched your hand to yourself. That slap hurt like a bitch- but you were too pumped with adrenaline to really feel the pian.

Jess looked over from where she was attending other customers and assessed the situation. She excused herself from them and quickly went over just as the stranger was about to lunge at you. “Alright that’s enough get out you creep.” She tells them, locking them in a tight hold and dragging them out the bar.

As Jess lugs teh struggling drunkard out the door, you finally allow yourself to relax. “Ow, ow, owwie..” You whine and shake your hand in hopes of getting rid of the stinging feeling it had.

“Oh my God- ______!” Wade exclaimed as he went up to you, taking your aching hand in his and pressing kisses all over it before it traveled to your face. A proud grin was plastered on his lips and he held you close. “That was so badass and sexy of you.”

You chuckled through the pain but allowed him to kiss you once again, this time reciprocating it with passion. “Just looking out for you too, Wade.”

[thealmightyemprex]

10 Favorite Movie Franchises

I know ,I know,people are sick of sequels and  remakes.....But I have a few series that I legit love ,and if I am going to rank my favorite individual movies might as well count  my favorite franchises as well

1.Evil Dead Trilogy(1981-2013

Within a cabin in the woods resides the Necronomicon which when read will unleash demons that posess the living  .My favorite horror series where I love EVERY movie in it ,including the remake.There are no weak entries for me and I love the mix of horror and comedy .

2.James Bond (1962-present)

British secret agent James Bond charms women and thwarts supervillainsThe fun of James Bond is there is good variety (Some serious and some goofy )and most of the films are standalone.This was actually my grandfathers favorite series and it has grown on me as well

3.MCU(2008 -present)

A universe where aliens, and magic exists and various unique individuals rise to save the world from various threats Yeah I love the MCU.When I was a kid I always wanted to see a series where diffrent heroes would team up like in the comics or cartoons,so when I saw the Avengers it blew my mind .I dont think it’s perfect

4.Star Wars (1977-present)

A saga that spans generations about the struggles between the light and dark sides of The Force  ,and bringing peace to a warring galaxy.Star Wars is the reason I love movies.Now my love is mostly for the original trilogy but each trilogy has at least one movie I like (Revenge of the Sith for the Prequels ,Force Awakens for the sequel trilogy,ROgue one for the Disney spin offs ,and Battle For Endor for the pre Disney spin offs).Its a series with ups and downs but it is close to my heart 

5.Hammers Frankenstein series(1957-1973)

The villinous Doctor Frankenstein will do whatever it takes to continue his experiments .I love the first three original Universal Frankenstein movies.....But that series falls apart afterwards,and I feel the Hammer series overall is stronger .PArt of that is due to a  great central character in the form of Peter Cushing as Victor Frankenstein

6.The Showa Godzilla series (1954-1975)

In a world where monsters roam,we see the journey of the mighty Godzilla from destroyer to earths protector.I love Godzilla in general but the showa series is my favorite,with some installments that are serious,some that are silly, and some that are in between.Plus I just love all the unique monsters that inhabit the world of Godzilla

7.Nightmare on Elm Street(1984-2003)

A killer stalks the dreams of teenagers.My third favorite horror series cause even when the films arent great they are fun ,Freddy Kruger is just a enjoyable villain

8.The Cornetto trilogy(2004-2013)

A comedic trio of films not connected by plots  but by themes,style and cast ,each film exploring a central character (Played by Simon Pegg ) at a crucial point in his life,only to find himself facing a great threat in a send up to a film genre(Horror for Shaun of the Dead,Action for Hot Fuzz , and Sci Fi for The Worlds End ).While being comedies these films are violent and even emotional,and take their premises seriously with the humor coming from the characters ,and showcasing the talents of Simon Pegg and Nick Frost whose characters are diffrent each movie

9.Mad Max(1979-2015)

As the world decays ,cop Max Rockatansky loses everything and wanders the wasteland reluctantly helping others face villains.This series is full of post apocalyptic landscapes ,quirky characters,car chases,insane villains and each film carries it’s own vibe 

10.Star Trek TOS Movies (1979-1991)

The crew of the Enterprise returns for more adventures.I view this section of the Star Trek Movies  more like the final season the series never had .Yes the Motion Picture is boring and Final Frontier is an insane mess ,but the rest are good fun movies

@cinefantastiquemitho @inevermetapenguinididntlike

[iamapoopmuffin]

For anyone who cares, I made some base info files for my Nanbaka OCs after joining the fan Discord because they were very encouraging over there when it came to OCs. It’s really just the most basic things about them, plus additional info where there is any (the blank additional infos may be added to eventually, depending on OC discussions I get into with friends). This one is guards only. I might not get the inmates or civilians done tbh (I included criminal charges for the inmates and I only have like 4 of them decided) but for my very nice friends, here you go!

Friedrich ‘Freddy’ Albtraum

Theme: Horror Movies

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Nationality: German

Height: 6′2

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 6

Additional Info: Facial scars. Freddy is specifically inspired physically by Freddy Kruger and The Phantom of the Opera.

Inyoka Atherisi

Theme: Bush Viper

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: Angolan

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Pink, purple and yellow

Eye Colour: Emerald Green

Occupation: Guard

Building: 3

Additional Info: Born into crimelord family, disowned and disinherited when it was discovered he planned to betray them to the authorities, he was left on the run and struggling to survive for several years. Became a guard with minimal prior education. Has two elder siblings (Nakahi and Maciji) and two younger (Ular and Noha). All their names mean snake. Currently lives in Japan under the status of a long-term resident following an asylum claim at age 17.

Torney Barnes

Theme: Owl

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Nationality: English

Height: 5′11

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Brown and white

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 4

Additional Info: Engaged to be married, expecting a child. Child will be named Sova.

Midrab Chauve-Souris

Theme: Livingstone Fruit Bat

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Nationality: Comoran

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Red and orange

Occupation: Guard

Building: 12

Additional Info: Raised in a society that looked down on his family situation and physical appearance. Was bullied at school and was one of the victims abducted by a serial killer, but was one of the victims still alive when the killer was caught and arrested. Lived in a small and angry village, a good hour by bike from his school.

Giuliette Cirilli

Theme: Steel

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Nationality: Italian

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 5

Additional Info: May have feelings for a canon character.

George Ctesias

Theme: Unicorn

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Nationality: Scottish

Height: 6′3

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: White

Eye Colour: Silver

Occupation: Guard, former deputy supervisor

Building: 1, formerly 3

 Additional Info: His wife (Wambui) and children (Andrew and Doris) were killed by members of the Atherisi crime family when Wambui’s meddling made her a potential threat. He strongly dislikes Inyoka.

Adelie DeVito

Theme: Penguin

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Nationality: American

Height: 4′10

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and orance

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 7

Additional Info: Adelie’s left leg is prosthetic. Adelie is married with children. His wife’s name is Anastasia, and his children are Audrina, Apollo (twins) and Avis. From Alaska.

Kodiak Dodici

Theme: Kodiak Bear

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Nationality: American

Height: 6′4

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 12

Additional Info: From Alaska.

Octavius ‘Tavvi’ Galerella

Theme: Mongoose

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Nationality: American

Height: 5′9

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Dirty blond

Eye Colour: Golden-yellow

Occupation: Guard

Building: 8

Additional Info: Tavvi has grown up fighting and competing for attention and approval. His parents put pressure on him and his brothers to be the best of the best in their fields of work. Tavvi has seven elder brothers (Penrose, Neil, Maximilian, Bogart, Lewis, Grayson and Phoebus), all of whom are considered to be greatly talented, or at least compared to him, according to his parents. From Hawaii. Gets on poorly with all the snake guards.

K. Kachi Gigseol

Theme: Magpie

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Nationality: Korean

Height: 5′10

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Black and white

Eye Colour: Purple

Occupation: Educational officer

Building: 3

Additional Info: An orphan. Helps look after his sick and disabled brother, Magwi, when he’s home. His income from Nanba is the only income the family has, so he cannot afford to find a job closer to home. Has feelings for Dan-Su.

Kujito Hachimori

Theme: Peacock

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Blue and green

Eye Colour: Green

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 8

Additional Info: Later arrested for sexual assault and interned in the underground cells.

Hachiko Haibu

Theme: Bee

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′6

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and yellow

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 8

Additional Info:

Ruth Handley

Theme: None

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: American

Height: 6′4

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Yellow

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 5

Additional Info: Attracted to one of the guards at the men’s prison. Ruth is my only USA guard whose home state is unknown.

Rob Homaru

Theme: Lobster

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 6′4

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 10

Additional Info: Burns easily in the sun.

Meigui Huaban

Theme: Nature, flowers

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: Chinese

Height:

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Pink and spring green

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 5

Additional Info: Has the feelings for a canon character.

Kijanka Jedenlilia

Theme: Tadpole

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Polish

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Grey-blue

Eye Colour: Grey

Occupation: Guard

Building: 1

Additional Info: Has an older brother, Zada. Recently married to Simone, who he met during their time as guards or trainees. Developed phobia of crossing over water during their honeymoon.

Simone Jedenlilia

Theme: Salmon

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: English

Height:  5′8

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Pink and orange

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 1

Additional Info: Recently married to Kijanka, who she met during their time as guards or trainees. Maiden name is Ghoti.

Zada Jedenlilia

Theme: Frog

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Nationality: Polish

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Green, lime-yellow, light brown

Eye Colour: Grey

Occupation: Guard

Building: 10

Additional Info: Kijanka’s elder brother. Zada has a birthmark on his forehead, to the left, and at the bottom of his mouth. He used to take part in jumping and sprinting events for his country for the Olympics. He earned at least one medal, but never gold. Also he likes chocolate.

Bruce Kang

Theme: Kangaroo

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Nationality: Australian

Height: 6′3

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Guard

Building: 5

Additional Info:

Kamita Kazechi

Theme: Weasel, Kamaitachi

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′6

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Orange

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 9

Additional Info: Uses a chain scythe as a weapon, can create wind blasts with the movement.

Silence Le Blanc

Theme: Mouse

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: French

Height: 5′6

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: White, brown

Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Guard

Building: 1

Additional Info: Best friends with Leon.

Lei Liao

Theme: Mysticism, crystals

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Purple, blue

Eye Colour: Grey

Occupation: Guard

Building: 6

Additional Info:

Shetland MacNiuma

Theme: Shetland Pony

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: Scottish

Height: 5′3

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Platinum blond

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Guard

Building: 2

Additional Info: Shetland has vitiligo. He is able to play the bagpipes. His favourite song is Toxic by Britney Spears.

Tanuki Matsuyama

Theme: Tanuki, raccoon

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Blonde, brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 9

Additional Info: Also probably has the feelings for a canon dude because I have no self control.

Kurage Nomura

Theme: Jellyfish

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Purple, blue, pink

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 9

Additional Info: Loves gardening, gives names to his plants. Carries a taser. Hates everyone, very anti-social.

Roheline Palveta

Theme: Praying Mantis

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Nationality: Croatian

Height: 5′4

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Green

Eye Colour: Hazel

Occupation: Guard

Building: 8

Additional Info: Pregnant widow. Likes to hug. Brother in law killed her husband, Lusk. Baby shall be named Branimira. Often found on the ceiling. Likes to hug. Trust me, that’s important enough to mention twice.

Kameron Parson

Theme: Chameleon

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Nationality: Malagasy

Height: 5′10

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Blue, green, orange

Eye Colour: Green

Occupation: Guard

Building: 7

Additional Info: One of those people who accidentally scares the shit out of people because they don’t notice him.

Leon Prideaux

Theme: Lion

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Nationality: French

Height: 5′4

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Gold

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 2

Additional Info: Best friends with Silence.

Ares Provato

Theme: Lamb

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Greek

Height: 5′11

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: White

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Guard

Building: 9

Additional Info: Tends to bully his colleague, Sam. Considers Kurage his best friend.

Dan-Su Qiangda

Theme: Panda

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 4′0

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and white

Eye Colour: Bamboo green

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 13

Additional Info: Can kick the ass of any of my male guards no problem. (I love the trope of tiny but powerful I’m sorry). Always has at least one black eye. Has feelings for Kachi.

Florentino Rosewater

Theme: Flamingo

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality: Italian

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Pink

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 3

Additional Info: Falls for any and every scam.

Gerry Rothschild

Theme: Giraffe

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Nationality: Chadian

Height: 7′3

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Yellow and brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 11

Additional Info:

Merlin Scarlet

Theme: Parrot

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Nationality: Australian

Height: 6′1

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Red, green, blue, black

Eye Colour: Orange

Occupation: Guard

Building: 11

Additional Info:

Hesper Seltii

Theme: Tarantula

Gender: Female

Age: 30

Nationality: Brazilian

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 8

Additional Info:

Sam Serket

Theme: Scorpion

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Nationality: German-Egyptian

Height: 5′5

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Sand-brown

Occupation: Rookie guard, later medical officer

Building: 9, later central

Additional Info: Single father to a 1-year old named Lazuli. His parents look after her while Sam is working since as far as he knows, there’s no staff creche at Nanba.

Shu Shisan

Theme: Rat

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 5′9

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Rookie Guard

Building: 13

Additional Info: Gets easily flustered around attractive people. May have feelings for Seitarou, but if anyone who hates OC/Canon couples asks, he has feelings for Silence.

Kakashi Sutenoya

Theme: Scarecrow

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′4

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Straw yellow

Eye Colour: Purple

Occupation: Guard

Building: 6

Additional Info:

Mateo Torojo

Theme: Bull

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: Spanish

Height: 6′3

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Brown and gold

Eye Colour: Gold

Occupation: Guard

Building: 4

Additional Info: Very shy.

Keikilani Umikumakahi

Theme: Nature, greenery

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Nationality: American

Height: 5′5

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 11

Additional Info: From Hawaii. Also has feels for a canon character from the men’s prison oops.

Marus van der Zee

Theme: Walrus

Gender: Male

Age: 58

Nationality: Dutch

Height: 6′10

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Grey

Eye Colour: Unknown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 13

Additional Info: Has a loving husband, Ivan, and a daughter, Annika. Happy family. (Ivan and Annika both belong to other people.) Would usually be drawn with his eyes closed, hence the unknown for the colour.

Violine Vixamar

Theme: None

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Nationality: Haitian

Height: 5′3

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and gold

Eye Colour: Gold

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 5

Additional Info: May have feelings for one of the men’s prison guards.

Zecora Zweilous

Theme: Zebra

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Nationality: German

Height: 5′9

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: White and Black

Eye Colour: Silver

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 2

Additional Info:

[kylo-ren-jepsen]

I'm going through my whole movie collection in more or less alphabetical order. (More or less because some of the kids movies my daughter wants me to wait & watch with her and series will be watched chronologically.) Ima post a pic of my copy, where/why I got it, & a little review.

(I'm skipping around to "spooky" movies for October: horror, sci-fi, thriller, fantasy, etc)

Freddy Kruger is pissed that he is now forgotten & powerless and plots to bring fear of him back to the citizens of Springwood. He pretends to be Jason's mother to awaken him and convince him to start murdering teens in Elm Street so they'll think it's Freddy and start talking about him and fearing him - the source of his power. While Lori is having a party with her friends Gibb & Kim, Jason murders Gibb's boyfriend Trey. The next day their other friend Blake & his father are both found dead, and cops try to claim it's a murder-suicide to quash rumors of Freddy's return. Lori's ex Will & his friend Mark escape the mental institution they were in because of their past dealing with Freddy to warn Lori. Meanwhile, Freddy is gaining enough power to start affecting people's dreams, but Jason is killing them in the real world before Freddy can in their dreams.

Faced with a physical threat and a psychological threat, the teens try to steal a dream suppressing drug from the mental hospital and plot to pit Freddy and Jason against each other. They first fight in the dream world where Freddy uses Jason's fear of water against him. More murder and a gory fight scene between two of the biggest slasher characters in movie history ensues.

A match-up horror fans have waited for for decades, answering the question of which horror villain would win in a fight. The film revived both franchises after some lackluster sequels, but instead of continuing we got the typical mid-2010s reboot treatment. Therefore, this was Robert Englund's last cinematic appearance as Freddy Kruger, and he goes out with a bang. The movie doesn't differ from most slasher flicks where teens are mutilated while they have sex and/or get drunk, except that there's 2 monsters instead of one. If you're a "the gorier the merrier" kind of person or a fan of either Nightmare on Elm Street or Friday the 13th you'll enjoy this. There's just nothing novel or special.

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#1yrago Machine learning hucksters invent an AI racist uncle that predicts your personality from your facial bone structure

Phrenology (the fake science of predicting personality from the shape of your cranial bones) is like Freddy Kruger, an unkillable demon who rises from the grave every time some desperate huckster decides they need to make a few extra bucks.

The latest example? "Faception," a machine learning company in Tel Aviv, Israel, whose "proprietary computer vision and machine learning technology" profiles people, "revealing their personality based only on their facial image."

They claim this ML system can guess whether you are a "Extrovert, a person with High IQ, Professional Poker Player or a threats (sic)."

They pitch this as a technology for use in "smart cities" where the "dangerous world" (including "terrorists and other criminals") can be identified even if they are "unknown to the authorities" by a machine learning oracle that will convict you of being a threat based solely on an image of your face.

https://boingboing.net/2018/11/21/terrorist-face.html