#Hammersmith Horror

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[headfullofdrought]

Trudging on with my spooky dethklok theme

[gibbouschild]

need a bandaid?

[carmalyne]

welcome to my blog @carmalyne — my name is pierce or vivian && my pronouns are she/he. i am a traditional && digital artist. i also love to do personal writing && especially love roleplay! below the cut are my other socials && hyper-fixations/strong interests + other info.

current socials:

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instagram (both accounts) -

art: @/carmalyne

twitter (x): @/carmalyne_

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current interests: (bolded is extreme interests)

batman media (comics, movies, shows, games)

vampire media (ex. the vampire chronicles, the lost boys, buffy the vampire slayer, fright night, dracula, nosferatu, etc.)

metalocalypse (ANYTHING TO DO WITH METALOCALYPSE)

baldur’s gate 3 .. would love to share my tavs w/others

my little pony

psychological horror

analog horror

splatter films

REALLY ANY HORROR IN GENERAL (i will say i cannot stand the house that jack built so please do not bring up that movie unless you have braced yourself for a rant)

CLOWNS .. art the clown esp.

ANYONE’S OCS PLEASE SHARE! I HAVE A FEW ON HAND AND WOULD LOVE TO RAMBLE!

thank you for reading! plsplspls don’t be shy to send a message to talk, i would love to chat abt similar interests :>

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Kloktober 2023: Day 11 - Horror Movie Crossover

POV: You're in a coffin, these three have killed all of your men, and they're about to light you on fire, what are your last words to them?

Based off of this scene from 3 From Hell with Magnus Hammersmith as Foxy Coltrane aka the Midnight Wolfman, Lucy Skye Desmond as Baby Firefly, and Pickles the Drummer as Otis Driftwood.

Lucy: What are you waiting for? Pickles: Nothin', just... Waiting for him to break. Something in the eyes... Snaps... Magnus: Was that it? Pickles: No... Keep Watching. Lucy: Well, he looks pretty goddamn broken to me. Magnus: I'm bettin' that was it. Pickles: *chuckles* Yeah, that was it. Lucy: Make sure he's covered... I want him good and crispy. Pickles: I know how to cook a fuckin' corpse. Magnus: Any last words? Thank you @inky-da-dinky for saying that Lucy has Sherri-Moon Zombie vibes because that was the initial inspiration for this. 🖤

Alternative versions with text below the cut:

[strangekindaerin]

They are the same.

Magnus drawing is by Terrorfly on DeviantART.

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

[dichromaticdyke]

Skwisgaar Skwigelf has always been considered a god. And especially to women and men alike, he has always been revered as a sex god. Though this wasn't a reputation built up out of nothing, and this wasn't always a reputation Skwisgaar had been proud of.

real venty angsty fic about skwisgaar's sex life. one of the more upsetting fics i've written, so i totally understand if you skip it based off the tags.

beneath the cut is a good description of what to expect.

[dogforshort]

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Arabian Cerea Killer Britney Spears 1940 'Britney Spears Todd Biden' of San Leandro .

[theunderestimator-2]

Pearl Gates (before her days as Pearl Harbour) performing at the Mabuhay Gardens with Leila and the Snakes in 1978 as captured by Chester B. Simpson.

Back in the '70s, Pearl had won a local SF contest as a tap-dancing boxer and was singing background vocals for glam rockers The Tubes while tap-dancing in boxing outfits. The band was part of the mid-'70s underground scene with a stage show unlike any other, a Rocky Horror Picture Show/Saturday Night Live combo of rock, satire and subversive routines.

It was during that time that Pearl "…joined a local band called Leila and the Snakes where she would sing while hula-hooping. As fun – and knackering – as that sounds, after a couple of years she became desperate to do her own thing and so Pearl Harbour and the Explosions were born. They released a tight, talked-about new wave album and toured with Talking Heads but soon Pearl felt the pull of the up-and-coming rockabilly movement. The rest of the band weren’t too sure, so Pearl broke away and moved to the UK to focus on her new sound. Music wasn’t her only reason for heading to England. Pearl had married The Clash’s bass player Paul Simonon and made a whole new gang of British pals, including Ian Dury, who gave her a gift of a British rhyming slang dictionary to help with her lyrics and who she joined onstage at The Hammersmith Odeon before many tours with The Clash…." ( thefortyfive.com/ )

She's been following a solo career since 1980 and is still active and rocking to this day.

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[deada55]

The Clicking of the Chain (The Silence of the Lambs Parody) (#1 of 2)

for kloktober day 11: horror movie crossover

It's a parody, not a crossover, and I used a lot of the original script for this sequence to make sure it 'accomplishes' similar things for the main plot. I've always wanted to do this sort of thing... I like doing kloktober pieces that are for me more than the audience, but I hope you enjoy this retelling of one of the most quoted scenes in The Silence of the Lambs featuring Charles Offdensen and Magnus Hammersmith.

tws: body fluids, sexual harassment

At the bottom of the stairs was a left turn into a dingy cream-colored space kin to a car rental window at a crusty regional airport. A bulletin board held seven year-old thank you cards and a sign-in sheet for personal visitors. From a slim staff door came a short man in his sixties in an Orioles ball cap and white coveralls and an extended hand.

“Hi, I’m Mashed Potato Johnson. He told you, don’t get near the bars?” Damien Cornickleson’s footsteps were still volleying down the stairwell.

“Charles Offdensen.” He took the handshake with a bit of a dip. ”Yes, he did.”

“Okay. Past the others, he’s in the last cell. Stay to the middle, now. I put out a chair for you.” He pointed through the door to the gray wall of the corridor, where there was a security camera mounted to the wall. “I’m watching. You’ll do fine.”

His even steps echoed down the dim corridor, lined on one side with cameras and the other with iron bars holding back men of all sorts of shapes and sizes and muttering. Right before he’d reached the end of the hall, a green, black, and white blur threw itself against the bars, bearing wet, darkly streaked, yellow teeth. The white cast on his face rubbed off on the iron, and his crudely-colored green mane of matted frizz was trapped in his grip on the lock. 

“Cocaine!”

Charles flinched hard enough to set his glasses off-kilter, but he only stalled on a single step before he was standing squarely in front of Magnus Hammersmith behind bars.

His cell was kept more lit, and had the addition of nylon netting on the exterior side of the bars. The inside of Magnus’ cell was covered in swaths of butcher paper decorated with black and white modern art patterns of various scales, with or without interlocking phantograms of all manners of polygons. 

Charles cleared his throat and lowered the briefcase in his hands. “Mr. Hammersmith, my name is Charles Offdensen. May I speak with you?”

Magnus looked up from his magazine, eyes shining behind the tight waves of his hair. His ankles stretched at least a foot past the hem of his hospital pajamas and his skin, historically photographed to be a warm medium tone, was bleached and dusty from the windowless basement floor. Despite the menacing angles of his face, his voice was indignant, not commanding.

“And good morning to you, too,” he sneered, then went back to his reading.

Charles took another step forward.

“Magnus, we’re having a hard time with a case, and we believe you might have some guiding information. Do you mind answering a short questionnaire?”

“ ‘We’ being the Behavioral Science Unit at Quantico… But what’s a suit like you doing there? Huh? Fraud investigation wasn’t the thrill you expected?” He chuckled at his own joke and tossed the magazine on the floor with a resonant slap. “You’re one of Roy Cornickleson’s, I expect.”

“I am, yes.”

“Show me.”

Charles whipped his wallet out of his pocket and opened it to his IDs, holding them out in front of them.

“Closer, Charles. I have two eyes, but only one of them works.”

Charles clenched his teeth so he wouldn’t make a face and inched closer each time, but didn’t dare lean.

“Expires in a week. You’re not real FBI yet, are you?”

“I’m still in training at the Academy.” Charles pushed his glasses back up to his nose and squared his feet.

“Old Roy’s showing me off to a trainee? Well-”

“We’re talking about investigation, Magnus. You can decide for yourself if I’m qualified.”

“Smart, Officer Offdensen. Sit down.”

The rusted hinges of the chair bent when he sat down. If he were any heavier, he’d have been tipped into the floor. Magnus mirrored him and sat back down on his cot.

“Now, what did Rockzo say to you? Don’t look stupid– Dr. Rockzo, the Rock n’ Roll Clown in the next cell. He lunged at you. What did he say?”

“He said, uh, ‘cocaine’.”

“Of course he did. He does cocaine. Or did. Whatever. But you… you don’t have that kind of money, do you? You brought your best briefcase to see me today, didn’t you?”

Charles pulled at his tie before he remembered to stop himself. “Sure.”

“It’s better than your shoes, but not great. Not the cocaine type.”

“Not now, no.” Just like that, Magnus was out of things to say, and started to bounce his leg. The movement of his subway-sized foot was comical… if he had a pair of spoons in his hand, they’d click together nicely. The nervous bouncing on such a long, flimsy frame made him look like a dancing toy.

“Did you do those drawings?”

“Yes. Do you care much for contemporary art?”

“I’m not familiar… they allow you to keep a compass?” One of the works was a system of interlocking circles, some of them chained together in links, and others that looked like they were out of a spirograph.

“No. The scratching of the pen is what I have instead of a tune. Can’t let me get a hold on wood or string, can they?”

Charles looked down as if bowing his head in church before taking out a questionnaire from his briefcase. He held his chest higher.

“Magnus, if you’d please…”

“I’ve had my fair share of shrinks and investigators, Offdensen. You’ve been courteous, you’ve established trust and complimented my art, but this segue into your little survey is a bunch of bullshit. It’s boring, it’s stupid, and that’s not going to cut it.”

“I’m asking you to look at it. Either you will or you won’t.”

Magnus snorted and stretched his legs out in front of him, ankles crossed. “Roy Cornickleson must be strapped for time hunting down the ‘Metal Masked Assassin’ if he needs help from the likes of amateurs like you. Did he send you here to ask me about him?”

“No, I-”

“How many people has he used up so far, that Assassin?”

“Five, so far.”

“Flayed?”

“Partially, but that’s an active case, and I’m not involved, s–”

“Do you know why he’s called the Metal Masked Assassin? The newspapers don’t say.”

“I’ll tell you if you look over this form.” Charles passed it into a metal hatch which opened on Magnus’ side when the door to the outside was closed. Once Magnus picked it up, Charles began…

“It, uh, started as a joke, about wearing their faces, like that one movie…”

“And you can’t remember the title.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Right.” Magnus set the questionnaire on the cot beside him. “Show me what you have to offer. Why do you think he takes their skins, Officer Offdensen?”

“Uh, well, most serial killers take a trophy, sometimes for excitement or-”

“I didn’t.”

“You ate them.”

“So it would seem.” He smirked and picked the forms back up, only to begin tearing them in a frenzy that exploded out of nowhere but the air around them. As he struggled, his grunts and the struggling, shearing sounds of ripping copy paper volleyed in the stony ward.

“You think you’re so clever, so ambitious, don’t you Chuck? You’re a fraud dressed like a bourgeois bagman. Good nutrition has given you well-fleshed features, but you’re not more than one generation from salty white trash, are you? That New England accent you prune so delicately to hide all the junkiness of Maine fishmarkets– What was your father, huh? Did you have one, or did he roll from his bed into the sea like every other frozen drunk on his lobster boat? I bet the other boys without fathers found you just fine in locker rooms, with wound, wet towels and cracked lips, while all you could think about was a less physical path of being, of being at all… and power. Powerful as the F.B.I…”

“You see a lot, but are you strong enough to look at yourself? Write it on the piece of paper.”

“And you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”

“If you weren’t a coward.”

“You think you’re tough one, aren’t you?”

“... I decline to comment.”

“Oh, but you’d hate if I thought you were anything but superior! It’d break you to little fucking pieces. Don’t worry, Charles. If you hold your head high enough, everyone will assume you’re tall someday soon.”

“And the questions?”

Magnus turned his back. Charles leaned forward in his seat and slammed the door of the meal hatch open and shut again. Magnus was up and snarling at the bars in a flash. 

“A census taker once tried to test me, Charles. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. I hope a degree from Harvard will help you piece together that fucking around making noise in a ward of prisioners and psychos won’t give you a bigger dick! Go back to school. The boys miss you!”

He retreated from the bars to stand in front of one of his works, and Charles took his invitation to leave.

“Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!… Dr. Rockzo don’t feel so good. Ohh, it hurts, it’s all infected, shit all over this mess, ooh-hoo! K-k-k-lookit-”

When Charles paused at the cry, he took half a load of semen into his face from Rockzo’s hand. While he howled, Magnus bellowed, “You stupid fucking clown!” Charles fumbled in his pockets for a frayed pink tissue and tried not to let the clown’s cum anywhere closer to his eyes and mouth. Just when he’d passed Dr. Rockzo’s cell and saw the light streaming in from the room he was in before, away from the din rising up in the corridor, he heard Magnus shouting above them all.

“Officer Offdensen!”

With burning eyes and sharp features as contorted and pinched as the acid-trip Devil that leads partygoers to slit their wrists or jump out of bedroom windows, Magnus stood again at the bars of his cell. Charles hurried himself back over, although he couldn’t see further than his armspan while he carefully wiped the body fluids off the lens of his glasses. 

The veins in Magnus’ neck were thick as snakes. “Look, I didn’t want that for you. Excretions are disgusting to me, and bad manners-”

“Then do the survey for me.”

“No, but I’ll do you one better. Advancement. Go to Split City, check on an old bandmate of mine, Ravenwood. Just like you think it’s spelled. Now leave. I don’t think Dr. Rockzo could manage again so soon, even if he is crazy. Don’t wait around to see– Go!”

[baby-dango]

📺 for the ask game?

- @deathdetermineslife

Thank you!

My f/o is Magnus Hammersmith, so any movie he likes is usually bleak and violent, but with some kind of lesson to be learned. Some of his favorite movies include Se7en, Fight Club, Trainspotting, Dead Man's Shoes, and funnily enough, Black Swan. He also enjoys old video nasties and gory slasher movies from his teenage years.

I am super eclectic when it comes to movies, but horror movies have always been my favorite, so me and Mags would probably bond over that.

However, he has a bit of a superiority complex, so if I were to try to get him to watch something more recent and nontraditional like Hereditary or Skinamarink, he would sit there and complain and mock it the entire time, saying some shit like "I miss when movies used to have a simple and coherent plotline, unlike this convoluted bullshit" which would prompt me to say something like "I guess it's too over-your-head for you, huh, old man?" just to get on his nerves.

But he would love a lot of my favorite movies, even the "girly" ones like May or Pearl, and eventually there would come a point where we run out of horror movies to watch and he's forced to bond with me over something sappy like Moulin Rouge or The Shape of Water.

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 to you

The Iconic Young & Magical 🇬🇧 British Actor Of The Early 2000's Who Became A Worldwide Sensation & Role Model To Children Everywhere

The Boy👦 Who Lived and Became The Greatest Wizard Of All Times.

Daniel Jacob Radcliffe was born at Queen Charlotte's and Chelsea Hospital in Hammersmith, London, England on 23 July 1989,

He is an English 🇬🇧 actor. He rose to fame at age 12 when he began portraying Harry Potter in the film series of the same name. Radcliffe portrayed Potter in all eight films in the series, beginning with Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (2001) and concluding with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 (2011).

Radcliffe branched out to stage acting in 2007, starring in the West End and Broadway productions of Equus. He returned to Broadway in the musical How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (2011), earning a Grammy Award nomination. His other Broadway roles include Martin McDonagh's drama The Cripple of Inishmaan (2014) and Stephen Sondheim's musical Merrily We Roll Along (2023), the latter of which earned him a Tony Award for Best Featured Actor in a Musical. His other London theatre roles were in revivals of Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (2017) and Samuel Becket's Endgame (2020).

Radcliffe also expanded his film roles, acting in a variety of genres such as the horror film The Woman in Black (2012), surreal drama Swiss Army Man (2016), thriller Now You See Me 2 (2016), and comedy The Lost City (2022). He also portrayed Allen Ginsberg in the biopic Kill Your Darlings (2013) and "Weird Al" Yankovic in the musical parody Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022). The latter earned him nominations for a Primetime Emmy Award and a British Academy Television Award. He also played multiple roles in the anthology comedy television series Miracle Workers from 2019 to 2023.

Radcliffe has contributed to many charities, including Demelza Hospice Care for Children and the Trevor Project; the latter awarded him its Hero Award in 2011 for his advocacy with LGBTQ youth.

PLEASE WISH THIS MOST AMAZING & WIZARDING ACTOR OF THE EARLY 2000'S A MAGICAL BIRTHDAY 🎂 ✨

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