#I know they technically don't really count as slashers but

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

The original meaning of the term "Final Girl," from 1987's "Her Body, Himself: Gender in the Slasher Film" by Carol J. Clover, was "a woman who is a sole survivor of a group who are chased by the villain, and who gets the final confrontation with said villain [whether she wins or not is not considered] because of some implied moral superiority." As an example, Jamie Lee Curtis's character of Laurie Strode in 1978's Halloween is the sole survivor of the teenagers that Michael Myers hunts, and gets the climactic scene with him, though she's not the one who defeats him. Her character is the only one of her friend group who does not (onscreen at least) partake in drugs, alcohol or sexual activity.

The term "final girl" has expanded over the years, often losing the moral superiority clause (see: Sidney Prescott in Scream, Maxine in X) or having other survivor(s) so long as the girl gets the final confrontation (the sisters in the recent Scream movies, Dana Polk in Cabin in the Woods). The most common deviation is losing the moral superiority clause, with the characters either being just as moral as their group or even being morally in the wrong but still surviving as a subversion or deconstruction of the trope. A common addition is a prior connection to the villain, though this is not necessary.

With all that being said,

As always, Girl is a gender-neutral term when it comes to having fun. I decided not to count Knuckles because we don't know his full backstory in-game and the word-of-god answer is that his species died of disease, and also because he'd be the funny answer everyone would pick immediately so that doesn't count guys.

Important Notes to Consider:

Tikal:

Last Survivor: Somewhat. Other echidnas seem to have survived Chaos's attack, but Tikal was the last character alive shown onscreen, and the only other named characters in her time period did not survive.

Final Confrontation: Applies. She is the one to seal Chaos into the Master Emerald.

Moral Superiority: Applies. She's the only one in her tribe willing to stand up to her warmongering dad.

Shadow:

Last Survivor: Applies. While some people seem to have escaped the ARK massacre (like the Commander), all other named characters are either killed or captured and killed afterwards.

Final Confrontation: Debatable. There isn't actually a singular monster attacking the ARK, instead it's the entire military. Shadow however does get a confrontation with the Biolizard and later with Black Doom. Do they count for this though? You decide.

Moral Superiority: Not Applicable. Shadow isn't inherently morally above or below the other people on the ARK who died.

Cosmo:

Last Survivor: Mostly Applies. She is the last survivor specifically of her species. Everyone else in the Sonic Crew survives to the final confrontation, but her species is toast.

Final Confrontation: Applies. Cosmo is the last to interact with Dark Oak in the initial genocide, and the one to eventually defeat him (along with Tails, but really it was Cosmo's sacrifice that actually killed him).

Moral Superiority: Not Applicable. The rest of her species are portrayed as innocent and undeserving of their fate, and her survival was purely due to her fear making her accept a deal with Dark Oak and the implication that he's her father.

Silver:

Last Survivor: Mostly Applies. He and Blaze are the only seen survivors of Iblis's assault. Blaze absorbs Iblis and dips, but Silver does have a fight with Solaris in the final ending.

Final Confrontation: Somewhat. Blaze and Silver both boss fight Iblis, and Blaze gets the final confrontation and defeat. However, Silver partakes in the defeat of Solaris, who technically is Iblis.

Moral Superiority: Not Applicable. Silver isn't given moral superiority towards anyone who dies.

Sonic Forces Avatar:

Last Survivor: Somewhat. Avatar is the last survivor of their village due to them fleeing from Infinite. They join up with a group following this and assist Sonic in defeating Infinite.

Final Confrontation: Somewhat. Sonic is also there.

Moral Superiority: Debatable. Like Cosmo, the other civilians are portrayed as innocent and Avatar only escapes due to their perceived cowardice. They are shown to be Extra Special Besties with Sonic which helps them defeat Infinite through the power of Love, so that may count?

Whisper:

Last Survivor: Mostly Applies. Whisper is the last Diamond Cutter after Mimic kills her entire squad and betrays them. She goes solo until eventually confronting Mimic and then helping found a reformed Diamond Cutters.

Final Confrontation: Debatable. Mimic is still an active threat in the comics, but Whisper did get a climactic confrontation with him in Tangle & Whisper.

Moral Superiority: Not Applicable. Whisper only survived because Claire requested she stay behind due to her intuition.

Sonic in '06 specifically:

Last Survivor: Mostly Applies. Sonic is the only character who remembers that the '06 timeline occurred, making him the technical only survivor of its events. Ignore the fact he died at one point, he got better.

Final Confrontation: Mostly Applies. Sonic leads the attack against Solaris in the Final Boss fight, but Elise is the one to blow out the candle and reset the timeline.

Moral Superiority: Debatable. All the other characters are "heroes" but Sonic is the Biggest Best Hero Of Them All That The Chaos Emeralds Love Soooo Much, and he also is the one to selflessly insist on the timeline reset so that the whole Solaris Destruction Thing never happens.

[elfqueen006]

Suspect Apprehended

Notes: Slasher/Detective AU by @themeatpit37 . Basically, May is a detective in this. We chatted about this a little and in a burst of inspiration I wrote it while I was getting my hair done. I also did a LOT of googling for 80s accurate info admittedly lol

Content Warnings for use of a gun, gun abuse(?), implied/referenced murder.

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"Finally caught your ass..." May pulled up in front of the apartment, a new fervor boiling up inside her. Her shotgun rifle in the passenger seat screamed in the corner of her vision. It'd be too heavy. That was a great excuse. It'd look great on her tombstone.

He's not going to let me point that big ass thing at him. She'll have to make him look at it. He's gonna have to.

It takes three seconds to reload. Every one unaccounted for marks her end. So she better make it count.

Call for backup.

...Call for backup.

It was a blow to her pride, yes. But she didn't have time to play renegade. She wasn't even really a cop, not on paper. She was technically a civilian until faced with an angry parent or love one, blaming her for not following an obvious lead - an obvious trap- No. No. No...

She unclenched her fists and leaned back in her driver's seat. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. "Don't get mad, don't get mad..." said May. Don't get mad at the parents. Don't get mad at the police. Don't get mad at the world. Hell, don't even get mad at the killer. "...When you're mad, you're not thinking."

May stepped out of the car and looked around. By the grace of God or Lady Luck she saw a phone pole. There was no one else on the street, but people chattered in the apartment. Laughing kids, arguing couples, and raucuous druggies. They're so unaware to the monster residing with them. Or maybe few had caught on for some time and just... didn't care.

She knew better than anyone, having lived in her own shitty apartment - sometimes it benefit most to simply mind your business.

Maybe she should have ignored this case. God knew before this, she hadn't bothered to contact either of her sisters. Only Hailey had reached out every so often. It was only because of common decency that she came by to get a 411 on her missing sister. And truthfully, she should've pegged him from the start. Everyone should have, but Eileen wouldn't have given anyone a reason to. It was one of the primary reasons they grew so distant beyond obligatory babysitting and message passing. Pride. And what little Hailey had of that, she made up for in humility and kindness. And if she hadn't that, May was sure none of them would be aware of the others existence up to this point.

The wind blows hard, snapping her out of a daze. She checks her pocket lint and thankfully gets out a ripped ten dollar roll. When she deposits what little of it she has and waits for about three rings.

"Gallagher residence."

"Yeah, this is Davis. I'm outside the suspects house."

---

She's faced with the door. Once again, there's no one around. But the hallway is so vast and there's so many sounds... don't think about that.

May raps the door three times. "Open up." No answer. The rifle is heavy in her other arm, but sure enough it's damn near apart of her. And she's not letting it go for any reason.

She knocks again, damn near rattling the peeling walls. "Open up. I'm with the police."

There's some faint footsteps and then a series of locks coming undone. Yeah, you would you bastard.

Joseph Haberdae opens the door. He's a tall, pretty thing with wide set shoulders and a thick frame. Dark eyes and coiffed hair. To those that didn't know him: a dreamboat. To people like her that knew better, The Sunny Day Killer.

But it was too soon to make that call. She'd startle him into slamming the door in her face. Then that'd be it. He'd probably flee the city. Or worse, he'd stay and send her the bones of whatever unlucky kid decided to ride their bike next afternoon. He'd mock her like he always did. Even now he was mocking her by feigning surprise. You expected me, didn't you, you son of a bitch?

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Joseph Cullman? I have a warrant out for your arrest."

He looked her up and down, "You have a rifle at your side. I don't think I'm in any position to refuse."

"You're right. You aren't." May said. And that's literally what the warrant is for so you couldn't do shit anyway.

"Show me the warrant." She held it up to him. He eyes it with a scoff. "Cullman isn't my name."

"I'm aware you went by Cullman up until you were around seventeen or eighteen. There was never a documented legal change with any sort of court, you simply started using an alias for your old high school. Right? Haberdae?"

Joseph gave her a long look. May resisted a chill from having his dark eyes look through her. They were fascinated, evaluating, and probably seeing all the ways he could tear her apart.

"I-"

His large hand shot out and gripped her by the collar. May was ripped from the hallway floor and thrown across this man's kitchen in a single move. She hit the hardwood floor. Her vision swam by the swift assault and harsh impact.

"Caught me, yeah?"

At the last second, Joseph's loafers came down on her face and shoved her head over to look at him. "Yeah?" He had a wild look in his eyes now. May moved her arm to get some leverage, but he kicked her over. She cried out.

"You're the spitting fuckin' image of her, you know that?" Eileen.

"It's just the mole." May bit out.

"No, no. It's the almond shaped eyes. The...the green irises. Granted hers are a little brighter. But yeah. You look like her." Joseph huffed.

May looked up at him to glare, "You take a course in genetics or something?"

Joseph grinned and knelt down. He gripped her by the hair and forced her head back to look at him. His breath smelled coppery and tart. Her nose scrunched up in disgust.

"Does being a smart ass make you feel like you have some control in this situation?"

"No."

"Aw... at least lie a little."

May glanced at the rifle. It'd fallen next to her, just out of arms reach. There's no way Joseph didn't catch it. "Oh, you think you're gonna shoot me?"

You arrogant-

"No, I know I'm gonna shoot you!" Before he could answer, May reached up and swiped at his face repeatedly, nails digging into his skin and puncturing his eyes. He yelled, jerking back and loosening his grip on her hair. It was a split second but she pulled the butt of the rifle to her and fumbled with the grip before cocking it. Joseph had pulled her back to him but the iron grip she had on the weapon wasn't yet to wane. She held it assuredly as he jerked her by the hair and held a hand over her neck. May waved the barrel his way and pulled the trigger. The closeness of the blast startled him away, giving her an open to scramble from his grip.

She pulled up in time to see him lunge again. "Get the fuck back!" she hated the crack in her voice as she screamed.

"You ever held a gun before-"

"Shut the fuck up! I'll shoot you in the fucking face, I swear to God!"

He was a huge fucker. And she had to check her backseat multiple times to make sure she had the right size and amount shells to take him out. But reinforcement should be down the street. She had to make it count.

"Reinforcements are coming in less than five minutes and you will be detained. Any funny movements and I'll shoot."

Joseph sneered, "Oh really? So because your technically a civilian you think a cops punishment don't apply to you?"

"Cops don't get punished. They get laid off." May cocks the foreend. Joseph laughs. He laughs and it pisses her off.

Don't. Get. Mad.

"... you said less than five minutes." Joseph said.

"I did."

"How long do you think it'll be before I snatch that barrel and bang your head against the wall. You'd be out cold before they knocked on my door." Joseph said coolly, "And by the time you come to you'll be stripped bare. Wrists bound. Probably on a dirty floor. Probably in the bathtub. Your call."

Crazy as he was, she was sure he'd take that chance. Even with the barrel of a gun pointed toward him. He'd take that chance. He was just that crazy.

May took a deep breath and turned the gun toward the bare wall next to her. If she knew anything about apartments, the layouts were likely the same. She noted the idle chatter of a couple nearby. They didn't seem to stir after hearing the sound or her rifle go off.

Blam. Ker-chuck. Blam.

"Oh, what the fuck!?"

"Oh my fucking God, Jerry!"

The man's voice, likely "Jerry", banged on the wall shouting various cuss words and insults. "I will call the fucking cops!"

Ker-chuck. Blam.

The woman's voice shrieked. "Jerry!!!"

"You motherfucker!"

May pointed the barrel back at an astonished Joseph. "It's their problem now. They're stirred up. He should be coming around with his girl, right now."

"Jerry be careful!"

"No I'm giving the fucker a piece of my mind-" Footsteps rounded the hallway and banging ensued on Joseph's door, rattling it. He cursed under his breath.

"No one can just ignore it now. And the police won't miss your door by the time they get here."

"Get the cops over here Carrie, call the fucking cops!"

"You still wanna try and kill me? Get yourself one last hit before you go down." May taunted. The vein throbbing on his neck was proof enough of his agitation. But she couldn't get cocky, no. Even if she riled up the neighbors, there was no guarantee they'd stay long enough to get follow through on their threats to call the cops.

And unless Joseph was as bloodthirsty as he portrayed himself, there's no way he'd follow through on killing her before the cops came, now that the attention was on his door. Even if she died, she won. Because this was a game to him. And May could tell he was the type of person who really hated to lose.

---

May watched the trial on TV. She recorded beforehand and bought out as she went home. It wasn't as satisfying as she thought. Clearly, Joseph was milking his exposure for all its worth. He recounted his...exploits... with perverse glee and smugness.

Officers were placed around the courtroom, holding back various agitated peoples from dog piling him. In the corner there was one man who even came at him with a hammer. And in the middle of it all was poor Hailey. Disheartened and confused, like Alice in the Queen of Hearts court. Terry, bless his heart, had been with her the entire time.

It almost pained May not to be there. But she was adamant on being done with the case. So she instead, provided a written statement for a cop to use.

She rather enjoyed the sneer on Joseph's face when her name came up. She took a bite out of her burger and kicked her foot out, "Your call, bitch."

[busaikuknee]

a quick look back at may 2024

i got started on this early for once. character development, i suppose.

general overview and numbers

i watched 90 matches in may, 65 of which took place this month. this is…a lot more than i expected to, frankly! my sleep schedule has been kind of grim, so i ended up watching more shows live than usual. i might be sleepy, but at least i've been sports entertained.

nothing super notable to report on, though i have been backwatching quite a bit of dragongate this month. dead or alive got me bad. there's something about those cage matches, man.

most appearances throughout the month

hayata's in first place for both "matches that took place this month" and "matches i watched this month," so, fuck, i guess hayata's the Spreadsheet Champ of the Month. i wouldn't have guessed it; i feel like i've barely seen him this may, what with my Bad At Watching Tournaments disease striking halfway through best of the super juniors. i'll...catch up eventually, probably.

mumbling about matches

great sakuya and nagisa nozaki vs miyuki takase and nanashi (noah, april 1st)

starting off with one not from this month! i made a mental note to include it in last month's writeup, but realized that i left it off of the post proper right after i sent it out. unfortunate, but it's my self-indulgent summary post and i can break my "only talk about matches that happened this month" rule whenever i want, so it's making it onto this one.

anyway! short but very fun match. a blend of goofy hijinks and doing-moves wrestling that appealed to me greatly. the normal wrestler-spooky wrestler tag dynamics? the slasher movie sequence? excellent, wonderful, loved it. i've come to really enjoy nagisa nozaki, i should seek out more of her matches when i have the time.

kzy vs jason lee vs hyo vs shun skywalker vs jacky "funky" kamei (dragongate, may 5th)

i can count the number of times i've cried at something fictional on one hand. this isn't a good or bad thing, i just don't think i engage with media in a way that provokes that kind of response.

that being said, this match got me really, really close to crying. the power of love and friendship is real, maybe.

takashi sugiura vs masa kitamiya (noah, may 4th)

i'm reluctant to use this wording as i feel it sets expectations too high, but sugiura and masa had kind of a perfect ten-minute match? solid pacing, did everything it needed to, made both performers look stellar. masa rules and i just want him to have nice things. unfortunately, i also don't want him to experience head trauma, and that was not a wish granted here. my love for the single-trickle-of-blood-running-down-forehead visual is constantly at war with my feelings about shoot headbutts.

shoko nakajima vs miu watanabe (tjpw, may 5th)

i’ve been putting together a playlist of some personal highlights of 2024 wrestling to show some friends, and i am going to shuffle shit around as much as possible to make sure that this gets in there. “technical freak vs person who’s strong enough to just pick them up if they go for a hold” is a combo that always appeals to me, and since nakajima and watanabe are both excellent wrestlers, i was constantly delighted throughout the runtime. good, good stuff. while i might not cry often, i’m very soft-hearted, so the hug at the end made me Feel.

i find that it often takes a couple of matches for me to fully click with a wrestler, and i think this was the match that made me click with shoko nakajima. shokopilled bigkaijumaxxing.

kosei fujita vs el desperado (njpw, may 13th)

imagine a flame text gif reading “FUJITA ROCKS.” now imagine another, slightly different flame text gif reading “DESPERADO ALSO ROCKS BUT I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT BY NOW.” thank you for your time.

jun akiyama vs atsushi kotoge (noah, may 29th)

my exact spreadsheet notes were "still thinking about this. what a fucking match. why were they in love here."

onward to june! while there isn't a lot that i'm super invested in storyline-wise at the moment (barring minoura and yamato's whole deal), i am looking forward to a couple of the events scheduled for this upcoming month. despe invitacional save me. save me despe invitacional.

if there was something you particularly enjoyed this may, do feel free to share! see you next month!

[dunetevenn]

SELFSHIP COLLAB ARE OPEN!! (2 slots aviable)

Proship DNI

Hi everyone!! Now that I have less WiPs, I can start working on more stuff :D So, I decided to share some more infos about this collab!!

You can read the concept in the screenshot ^^

I'm opening 3 slots for now, but if I get good experiences I might open them again ^-^

Here's a little QnA that nobody asked for, but can be useful:

-Can platonic/familial F/Os participate?

Of course!! I mostly have romantic F/Os, but I have a few sons and friends I can use :3 (the adopted children are listed, but not the friends, you can ask me directly if you wish to know). The settings doesn't have to be romantic, it can be anything as long as it's not innapropriate!! Even fanmade family members of my F/Os are accepted (like if you created a sibling for Donny for example and would like to use it) ^^

-Can I participate if I'm under 18?

Even though the collabs will be SFW, I would be more comfortable working with people over 18, so no.

-Can we do a collab with a F/O we're sharing?

That's a bit complicated: I am not super comfortable sharing, but also I'm not against the idea of a collab about a poly dynamic (as long as it doesn't contain any rivality, I don't want to draw my S/I fighting with someone else's over a shared F/O), so I'd say it depends (I'm quite jealous and protective over my f/os but I'm trying to be better). Can be fine if my romantic F/O is your platonic F/O tho :3

-Do we have a deadline?

I'd say 3 monthes? I can be really slow depending on the style I'm using, so I really don't want to force others to rush their part!! Plus technical difficulties (that I'm sure will happen, knowing my luck lol) can happen, so really the 3 monthes "deadline" can be extented ^^ We just can't share our parts publicly as long as the final piece isn't finished.

-Are non-human couples okay?

Of course :3 I mostly have human F/Os but that doesn't stop anything !!

-My F/O comes from a controversial media, can I still participate?

If it's controversial just because of the creator, then I don't care, you can participate!! As long as your ship isn't problematic, it's fine for me.

-What about evil or slasher F/Os?

Those are perfectly fine. I do not count them as problematic as long as it's not a fetishized abusive relationship. Please read the rules about this.

Rules:

•Be nice and patient !! This is my first time opening collabs, and I sometimes have troubles with communications, but I'll do my best

•No NSFW/suggestive content!! I'd accept that in art trades and commissions but not here. No gore or violence too.

•Communication is needed. We're probably gonna have to talk a good while to be sure of what we want to do, so don't let me without answers for a week!! And same for me, I'll do my best to contact you whenever it's needed as quickly as I can!! Also WiP sharing's important too

•No proship content. I won't work with a zoo/abusive/incestuous/pedo ship (even if it's with an aged-up character). Note that if I don't know a character you want to use, I will make researches about it to make sure it's not an aged-up kid or anything else from the list.

If you are proship, I won't accept your participation and I am kindly asking you to please not interact with my content. I'm very uncomfortable about this. Same if you're shipping yourself with a real person. Don't do that.

And if I accidentally accept a collab like that (mistakes can happen if I fail my researches), I will delete the art and block the person I collaborated with.

HOWEVER, as stated before, evil F/Os (slasher characters, characters like Sephiroth or characters like Arktos) are not counted on this list and therefore are accepted

•It's not "first arrived first served", I have a right to refuse a collab. You too btw: I'd recommend checking my f/o list beforehand so you can tell me in advance if there's a f/o you're not comfortable seeing in a collab, I'll just pick an other one ^^

Okay, that's all I can think about for the infos, if you have any other question that I didn't included in the list, you can ask it in the comments or directly in private ^^ !! Hope some people will be interrested !!

[sehtoast]

Writer Tag

Thanks for the tag @venus-haze <3

How many works do you have on AO3? 29

What's your total AO3 word count? 230k

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tender Threads

Satisfy Me

One Big Wet Spot

Say Please

The Hand That Feeds

(All Homelander fics) ^

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Most of the time, but lately I haven't had the energy or the time. My social battery is pretty fucked, but I do read every single one of them and love them

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? So it's technically unpublished, but it basically ends with Ben (my oc) sentencing himself to die pretty painfully alongside Homelander with that thing that got revealed in Gen V. If you know you know

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Honestly, Envy.

Do you write crossovers? I've done an AU crossover for the same fandom, but not really

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Most of the hate I get is in my tumblr inbox. I haven't really done/said anything about it bc no one really wants to see or hear about it tbh, but I've gotten a fair amount of shit for pairing homie with a guy and then also more for pairing him with a trans guy. I think the only ao3 hate i ever got was barely even hate, more like someone bitching that my tender threads formatting wasn't to their liking bc it's Y/n formatted

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yessir yessir. Honestly just whatever i'm vibin with

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i'm aware although i don't think i've written anything steal-worthy

Have you ever had a fic translated? no, but @anon-nee has been my personal jesus christ in helping me make sure my english to german translations in tender threads has been accurate. love you nonnums <3

Have you ever co-written a fic before? technically no, but @homelanderbutbig did a collab with me and made this to pair with a fic i wrote, which i feel like is co-creation so i'm gonna say yes anyway. love you HBB <3

What's your all-time favorite ship? honestly i don't really have one, unless i can count my ocxcanon ship in which case it's benlander

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? i have a depowered homelander fic where ben answers the door one day and ryan, now in his late teens, is there to finally see homie again after all those years went by. i adore the concept but i'm like NEVER in the mindset i need to actually write something like that

What are your writing strengths? yall got strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses? all of them

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i think it's fine so long as there's clarification shortly after for the readers who may not understand, and also that you've somehow gotten it cross checked by someone who actually speaks the langauge so ensure you're not just saying some wild shit. but ultimately do whatever makes you happy idk bro i don't make the rules

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Prometheus! i was am down so bad for david omg

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? astarion/tav. i wanna write something sooooo bad but i just can't get in the headspace for it

What's your favorite fic you've written? probably satisfy me because the role swap was incredibly fun and it's REALLY fucking cool to unbind homelander from his own behavioral patterns and manifest them into a reader's concept. like, of everything i've written, i could most clearly imagine everything that happened in that fic and i'd find myself grinning like a sick fuck while writing about literally eviscerating a man's chest cavity lmao

No pressure tags: @blindmagdalena @hom3landr @irenadel @slasher-smasher and anyone else who wants to participate

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Winter Warning

Hi all! I know this one was technically for last week but shhhhhh last week was busy and now I've finally got some time off to catch up. Anyway, this is for Week 4 of @the-slasher-files Blood Fest, hope y'all enjoy!!

Warnings: ***Dub/Non Con***, alone in the middle of the woods with an asshole kidnapper, dead dove don't eat. Rough, quick and dirty, the reader doesn't get off, kidnapping, restraints, knives/threats with knives. Word Count: ~3k Prompts: Mask. Knives. Keywords: Enliven. Raw.

You’re met with your own face reflected back, eyes widened in fear. Your face is covered in flecks of snow, collecting there as your body heat is too slow to melt them. There are simply too many. The mirror is surrounded by darkness, a void in the middle of this snowstorm you’ve gotten caught in. In a way, you’re almost certain you’ve died out here from the cold, and death has come to take you.

“Whatchu doing out here like this? Get lost?”

You blink slowly. The darkness spoke. With a Southern accent, no less. But it begins to slowly dawn on you that this isn’t death, and you’re not dead. The mirror is ski goggles, wrapped around in shiny reflective material. The darkness is merely the hood of a coat and a scarf over a face. 

“Shit, you still in there?”

This time you nod, unsure of how to properly respond. There isn’t enough energy in you to muster anything meaningful. Your legs feel like lead and your face feels numb from the cold. You’d been hiking and suddenly a snowstorm hit, and you’d gotten turned around. Even now, you can barely see five feet from your face. 

“Well c’mon. Cabin’s not too far from here.”

A heavy gloved hand wraps around your forearm, pulling you along before you can say as much as boo. But would you have really said no? He’s the only one you’ve seen out here, and you had no proper shelter and nothing in your bag to keep you fed if this storm took longer to pass. So you followed, as there really wasn’t much choice if you didn’t want to become a popsicle. 

His cabin wasn’t far at all. In fact, you most certainly would have stumbled upon it eventually. Tucked away in the trees, the snow wasn’t as harsh on your face as he dragged you along. Once inside, warmth hit you in waves, and you sighed in relief as your face began to feel a tad less numb. You were standing in a mud room, cluttered with outerwear and boots and shoes and all manner of things. Your savior pulled back his hood and ripped off his scarf, his jaw firm and dusted with scruff. As he pulls the mirrored goggles up, you’re met with piercing blue eyes, narrowed as they look back at you. This throws you for a bit of a loop, as you expected a far more friendly face. But everything about him was firm, hardened, and cold. It was almost as if there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, even though everything about him so far seemed to be at the very least helpful. 

“Ya just gonna stand there freezing to death? Or ya need help?” 

Before you can say anything, he’s kneeling in front of you. You hiss in pain as your legs start to gain feeling when he pulls off your boots. Your socks are wet, you hadn’t thought you needed taller boots today. You unzip your jacket and toss it on an empty chair as Boone removes your socks. His bare hands are warm on your raw skin, and he rubs your foot firmly as a way to bring back some circulation. As you awkwardly place your hand on his shoulder for stability. 

“Sorry… thanks…” your voice is small as it comes out, and he stands up abruptly, tossing his own coat to the side. He’s in actual proper layers for this weather, a heavy tan Carhartt jacket on top of a hooded coat, and he’s wearing heavy overalls under that. He throws you a glance as he undoes the straps, and you see he’s wearing discolored jeans underneath it all. “I… uh… didn’t realize the weather was going to be that bad…”

“No shit,” he tosses back, and you feel a bit lost for words. He didn’t have to let you into his home, so why was he so stiff? Perhaps he just didn’t like people but felt obligated to help anyway. 

As you go to follow him deeper into the cabin, he stops you. “You’re gonna catch hypothermia in those.” He gestures to your jeans, soaked through and cold. You nod, as if that’s obvious, and try to continue, but he stops you again. “Take ‘em off.”

This causes you to stop. Stuck with a strange man in a strange cabin in the middle of God knows where without pants. Sheepishly, you offer, “Do you have something I can change into?”

He merely nods. “Don’t want ya tracking it through the place though.” He did have a point… yet you still felt like everything was wrong here. Before you could even try to work your way around this, he adds, “There’s more shame in being dead from something ya could’ve prevented than whatever stupid modesty shit you’re worried about, kid.”

You bristle a bit, but you know he’s right. After a few moments, you reach down to your belt, undoing it as he watches, seemingly annoyed. There’s still a struggle as the wet fabric clings to your legs, and it feels embarrassing having him watch you fight with such a simple task. But finally, you’re free from them, standing in just your underwear and hoodie before him. At the very least, his gaze doesn’t seem to be leering, and he turns without a word and walks through the door. 

Walking through the kitchen and into the living room, you wished you still had socks on. The man has a mud room but the place still looks like the floors haven’t been vacuumed. At least it’s all hardwood and throw rugs. But what you’re more focused on is the fireplace at the far side of the room, and the man throws a blanket onto the floor for you to sit right in front of it. As you sink down, the heat begins to envelop you, your skin slowly coming alive again as your limbs begin to tingle. The man drapes another blanket over your shoulders to cover you, and he turns to leave the room. “Wait-” You stop him and he turns. “What’s your name?”

He stares at you for a few moments, until he answers. “Boone.”

“Thank you, Boone. This is really kind of you.”

His eyes are still an enigma to you, unable to read his emotions as he assesses the sight of you before him. But finally, he merely nods and turns to leave. 

--

Over the course of a few hours, Boone was incredibly attentive, if not mildly unenthused with his new company. He brought you hot coffee, black, and you gulped the bitter liquid down. It was better to have something warm to drink than nothing at all. He had brought you sweatpants that were a bit baggy on you, as well as heavy wool socks. Even though you were feeling far too warm now, you couldn’t help but stay right where you were. You never wanted to feel cold again.

The longer you sat on the floor, the more Boone seemed to linger. He didn’t continue any conversations when you tried to initiate it. Even when you told him your name, he didn’t bother to use it. It was like he fit the solitary man in the middle of the woods trope perfectly. His eyes continued to look you over, not necessarily in a dirty way, but one that made you feel small and meek. You started to wonder just what was on his mind, considering he wouldn’t speak up every time you tried. 

“Is it still going to be bad out there for a while, you think?”

Boone, who was leaning back against the windowsill, gave a sideways glance to the window. “Probably.” 

“Can’t you look on your phone or something?” 

“Don’t got one.” 

Again, that feeling of being in the middle of nowhere with this man is sinking in. But you do your best to shrug and act like it’s no big deal. “Oh, well, I’ve got one in my bag. I can grab it and check.”

His response is quick. “Don’t bother. Got no service out here anyway.” Boone seems to be rather nonchalant, but there’s something there that detracts from whatever calm demeanor he’s trying to convey. His eyes are narrow, almost glaring down at you for the suggestion. So you simply nod and pretend you never asked.

After a little bit, the anxiety begins to eat away at you. Whatever is going on, you’d feel safer with your phone. You don’t know if he’s telling the truth about service. You might be closer to town than you think. So, to seem a bit less conspicuous, you ask. “Can I use the bathroom?”

“Second door on the left.” He barely so much as glances at you as he stares outside. It makes you relieved that he seems to be more occupied with something else rather than you. 

You end up going to the bathroom anyway while you’re there, and splash some water on your face. Trying to reassure yourself that you’ll be fine, you look at yourself in the mirror again. Your eyes look just as wide as they were before, like a deer in the headlights. You rub your palms over your face, trying your best to ignore it all. Nothing is going to happen to you. That sort of thing only happens in horror movies. He’s not going to gut you and skin you like some wild game. 

As you exit the bathroom, that thought enters your mind again. You need your phone. You need to check. So, you slowly pad back to the mud room, trying to not work yourself up in a tizzy. You’ll grab your phone from your pack, you’ll see he was right, and everything will be fine. 

But when you stop in the doorway, you see that your pack is gone. Your clothes are still there, Hell even the jeans he said he’d hang to dry are still in a wet heap on the floor. The terror begins to twist and bubble in your stomach, panic flooding your veins. This was wrong. This was all wrong. And everything you felt wasn’t just you being silly. It was right. You were right.

“Got lost?”

You don’t even turn around, your feet launch from the floor as you try to make a run for it, run out the door, but his arm wraps around you faster. There’s a pinch on your neck, and at first, you figure it’s his hold on you, but your brain begins to piece together your surroundings more clearly, even with your heart thumping in your ears. It’s a blade. A big, fuck you blade. Pressed against your neck.

“Where’d ya think you’re going, kid? Huh?” His gravelly voice is low, taunting in your ear. “You gonna go outside in that? It’s even worse than what I found ya in. You’ll be dead before ya make it anywhere safe.”

All you can manage are pathetic little whimpers as you stand on tip toes, trying to push yourself away from the blade but end up leaning further against his chest. His hot breath is on your neck, one arm securely around your middle and the other on your throat with that blade. Weak hands pull at his arm, but he’s too strong for you to fight back. It’s useless. 

“Let’s go back inside, hmm? Get your blood pumping again.” 

You’re unceremoniously dragged back into the cabin, back to the living room, all the while trying your best to squirm away from the knife pressed against your neck. Tears prick your eyes as you try desperately to calm yourself down. You’re trapped. There’s no getting out of this. You need to placate him or else you’ll be dead. Even if there’s a chance you’ll be dead either way…

Pushed onto the floor, he climbs over your body, knee pressed between your shoulder blades as you cry out. He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it as he forces you to turn to look up at him. The cruel smile and sharp gaze are the most emotion you’ve seen out of the man the entire time you’ve been here. Your heart is thudding in your chest, your throat dry as you try your best not to squirm, the blade still ever-present. 

He tilts his head slightly, clicking his tongue as he takes it all in. “Ya know, maybe if you’d have been smarter and not decided to hike in the goddamn winter, ya wouldn’t be here. Pretty stupid’ve ya to do.”

All you can do is nod, bottom lip quivering. After a moment, you whisper softly. “I don’t want to die.”

He snickers at that. “‘Course not. No one dumb enough to trespass ever does.” The flat of the blade taps against your throat, taunting you. “But if ya make it worth my while… ya might not have to. Your choice.”

There is no choice. Who would choose death? “...Okay…” the word sounds so pitiful, but it seems to please him. 

The blade still lingers by your throat, his knee lifting from you as you can breathe a bit easier. The hand holding your hair frees itself, instead going to the sweatpants of his you’re wearing and shucks them down. You can barely stand to look back, your gaze focused on the floor. 

But his hand is soon between your thighs, and you can’t help but yelp and squirm as he chuckles in your ear. “Feels like yer already desperate for it,” his breath low and raspy in your ear as you struggle to not feel shame at your body’s natural reaction to this. To being manhandled and pushed around and taken control of. It was no use denying it, so you don’t. He wouldn’t care anyway. 

Even if you’ve mentally prepared for what will happen, he doesn’t give you much time for it. Not when he seems to have himself free before you can even realize it, and your underwear and sweats bunched around your thighs as he pushes himself in from behind. You cry out, hands pressed against the floor as he groans deep in his chest, his member thicker than you anticipated. The blade moved to the nape of your neck, his free hand grasping your hip as he barely gave you time to adjust.

“Fuck…” His breath is hot on your neck, his hips merciless as you struggle to keep your face from being pushed further against the floor. “Can’t believe you were keepin’ this from me…” As if it was on purpose. “So fuckin’ tight…”

You struggle to relax, to try to ride this out. It doesn’t help that it truly feels good, the stretch of him against your walls, his body heavy against yours as he just… takes you. He’s ruthless, all in chasing his own high as he uses you for his own release. 

It doesn’t take him long before his hips begin to stutter, his grip bruising on your hip as he growls incoherently in your ear. You try to squirm, but it’s no use. It only seems to speed up the inevitable. He spills inside you, warmth spreading through you as you whimper softly at the feeling. Your sex is tingling with unfulfilled need, and you know he’s not kind enough to return the favor. You’ll be left wanting. You don’t know what’s worse, Boone satisfying you or leaving you wanting more. 

There’s a shuddering sigh of relief that hisses from your lips, your body relaxing. It was finally over. You’d be given a break, you could relax and recoup and figure out what you’d do next. You should have known it wouldn’t be that simple. 

As soon as his hands are on you again, there’s a struggle as he forces you up, the knife clattering to the floor, forgotten. You’re tossed over his shoulder like a sack, and you’re unable to keep your cool, you pound on his back with your fists, legs kicking wildly as he grips your thighs to his chest with a strength that terrifies you. It’s not long before he’s forcing you down a dim set of stairs, the realization filling you with dread. 

What you can see of the basement is dark and lonely, but fairly clean. There are rows of shelves of goods, but none you can focus on right now. You’re tossed onto a soft surface, and as you realize it’s a dingy mattress, everything grows more clear. Even more when he wrestles with your legs, pants still around your thighs and making it difficult to fight back. A cuff is secured tightly to your left ankle, and the tears flow freely now as you yell and scream and tell him it’s not fair, you did what he wanted, he couldn’t do this to you. 

All it does is make him laugh. “What? Didja think I’d give ya free reign of the place? Let ya share my bed?” His hand comes to your chin, forcing you to look into those soulless eyes. “Y’ain’t special enough for that, kid. No one is.” 

He ignores your curses and spitting and weak punches, merely stepping out of your way as you struggle to move yourself too far with the ankle cuff. He turns and tosses a blanket at you, one that you’re shocked is somewhat heavy. “Be good, and if ya aren’t hollering too much, I’ll bring ya dinner.”

And with that, he turns back to the stairs, all while you yell incoherently back at him. The door slams, leaving you, your thoughts, and a single dim bulb illuminating the cellar. Slowly, it dawns on you that this might be a fate worse than death.

[homicidal-slvt]

[Twenty Questions For Fic Writers]

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

None. Yet.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

0

3. What fandoms do you write for?

RE, COD, TEW, Until Dawn, The Quarry, DBH, A Couple of X-Men, Creepypasta, Some Slashers, more coming soon.

4. Top five by kudos.

....

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely. Sometimes I might not if I don't know what to say or I miss seeing it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oooh... I'm not sure. Probably one of these two [∆] [∆]

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most have happy endings so here's just a random one that I think is sweet [∆]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not often. I have received hate but I just delete and ignore. No point in stirrin' anything up or giving hateful people the validation of a reaction.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah. Not very well but yeah.

10. Craziest crossover.

Idk... I haven't really done any yet that I can think of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of anyway.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I'm chill with someone doing it though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Not sure I'd be good at it.

14. All time favorite ship?

I cannot choose. You will not make me. I am a die hard multi-shipper who is in too many fandoms. I love too much.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Jesus Christ... A lot of em'. I start series and then abandon them. Abandoning my stories is more of a hobby than writing at this point.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Shit. I don't know.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The mere moment I lose even the tiniest bit of motivation or interest - I will never return to that story. Sorry to my readers - I'll go get the ukulele. Lmao. There's other things too but I don't wanna poke at it too much or I may get insecure and stop posting.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Occasionally I'll use words from another language but it's difficult for me. I mostly just write in English and only occasionally throw a pet name from another language in there or something. I'm just super afraid of messing something up.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

First fandom I ever posted for was Creepypasta. First fandom I ever technically wrote for was MLP when I was small. Take that as you will.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Do I have to choose? Most of my stuff for Gaz are my favorites.

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[Thanks for the tag @femalefemur .]

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No pressure tags: @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @kneelingshadowsalome @silverzoomies @sky-is-the-limit @sofasoap @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms @deadbranch

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

📽= can you recommend me an obscure horror film?

Absolutely! I feel like obscure is a little subjective though so I'll throw out some recommendations that I didn't know about until recently or haven't really heard a lot of hype for

First up is Tourist Trap. I am ashamed to say that I never thought of giving this slasher from 1979 a chance until it showed on The Last Drive In. I love it. The villain is menacing and really memorable. I feel like the remake for House of Wax would have been better billed as a remake for this one honestly.

Next is Society 1989. This one has gained some popularity so I'm not sure if it technically counts as obscure. I know the content can be a little bit of a deterrent but I feel like it's totally worth it. Shit gets weird really fast and you can't go wrong with special effects from Screaming Mad George.

Ok now for some foreign language recs. Terrified 2017 is a Spanish language horror that scared the fuck out of me. It really pulls you in to the mystery of what's going on and some of the visuals still haunt my nightmares. There is also one scene that the Smile movie totally ripped off 😒 but anyway. I always have to recommend this one and Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum 2018 whenever I discuss recommendations.

Finally a couple of limited release films that really surprised me. All of these are on Shudder.

The Cleansing Hour 2019

The Dark and the Wicked 2020

and Deadstream 2022 which is a comedy horror but doesn't shy away from the horror. I actually think Walmart just released a physical version.

Anyway these are my top obscure recs. I literally categorize and list everything I watch so don't hesitate to ask for specific genres!

[mypoisonedvine]

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you.  He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him.  So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him.  The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure!  are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone.  You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be.  Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms.  Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

//

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed.  It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense.  He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry.  You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned.  But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch.  You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself.  He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you.  He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock.  "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.  

"Yeah, I'm right here."

//

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered.  "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment.  I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement.  "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right.  I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

//

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room.  The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him.  But that wasn't what he wanted.  It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now?  I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look.  "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right?  You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.  "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom.  He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously.  "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled.  "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you.  Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed.  You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?" 

He cleared his throat a little.  "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained.  “Besides, this is all my fault anyways.  You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that.  It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either.  You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered.  "Why?  What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay.  I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass.  "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size.  He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.  

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness.  “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too.  You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear.  "Are you sure?  Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers.  Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was.  If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear.  You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it.  It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger.  Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you.  It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours.  He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled.  He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now.  You needed to ask him for it.  He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.  

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered.  "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds.  You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed.  "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted.  Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish.  You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.  

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in.  Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours.  "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not.  He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go.  Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you.  You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised.  "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body.  It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster.  He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval.  "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank.  You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts.  Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock.  Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly.  He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress.  He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned.  "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.  

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust.  "Gonna come again already, baby?  Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured.  "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it.  Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin.  "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan.  "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it.  Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation.  Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.  

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing.  "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release.  It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically.  He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside.  "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised.  "Goodnight, beautiful…"

//

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep.  But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss.  It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already.  I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach.  You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.  His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise.  But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well.  After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still.  "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars.  He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake.  "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories.  You only ate granola bars for four days?  Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar.  Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you.  Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly.  "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob.  "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you?  I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted.  “I remember you coming for me, twice.  Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away.  "So you might as well let yourself like it."

[slasherhaven]

Okay! Love your work, don't stop doing what you love! Michael Myers or other slashers that make the first move?? Again no rush!

Hey! I’m not exactly sure what you meant exactly but I assume it was something along the lines of who makes the first move in initiating the relationship. I hope that’s right!

The Slashers and Who Makes the First Move in Initiating the Relationship:

Thomas Hewitt

Neither you or Thomas actually make the first move.

Luda May does because she is the best matchmaker in Texas.

It’s her that constantly pushed you both together, finding excuses for you to spend more time together.

But it was you that initiated most of the physical contact. The hugs, the cheek kisses, the hand holding. You initiated most of that and Thomas followed your lead.

He just didn’t want to do something to make you uncomfortable or pressure you to act in a certain way. But once you’ve shown him enough contact, he’ll become more confident and return it.

Michael Myers

You and Michael both have very different ideas of who made the first move.

You would say it was you while he would say that it was him.

Technically you were the first to initiate hand holding, the first to hug him, and the first to actually kiss him...so yeah, you thought that counted as making the first move.

Apparently you were wrong.

Because Michael would insist he made the first move.

He considers the first move to have been not killing you and then deciding to keep you around. So maybe that counted...sure, why not?

Just let him believe what he believes, you know the truth.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is the one who started the gift giving and technically the dating process.

But he waited for you to initiate physical contact.

He’s still worried about scaring you away by moving too fast, knowing that he was a scary person.

...even if you didn’t seem all that afraid of him...

The most he’ll initiate is a touch on the shoulder or even taking your hand in his.

But hugs and mask kisses, that’s all on you. And he’ll wait as long as he has too for you to give him that affection.

And it will make him blush when you do so.

Brahms Heelshire

Technically Brahms.

Because he already considers you both to be dating...

He’s the one who asks for a goodnight kiss every night.

He’ll be the one to ask you for a proper kiss for the first time.

He’ll be the one asking you to stay and just cuddle with him.

But in many ways you are the one in control of it all. You can deny him if you wish. 

What he is really waiting for is for you to initiate affection without him asking.

Even if it’s just a hug or a quick kiss to the cheek of his mask. That’s when he knows you’re as serious about the relationship as he is.

Bo Sinclair

Bo makes the first move and mostly initiates the relationship.

He kinda considers the ‘first move’ being keeping you around and treating you with basic human decency.

But as he gets to know you and grows fonder of you, he will be the one to try to initiate the relationship.

He’s quite the flirt and knows how to make you smile and blush.

He also isn’t shy about getting closer to you. Often having a hand on your shoulder or back.

Will also probably be the person to initiate your first kiss.

They’re is no asking you if you want to be with him, he just assumes since you’ve done all the usual couple things.

He’ll get there eventually, just takes him some time to admit it to himself.

Vincent Sinclair

It’s mostly on you.

Mainly because he worries that you simply wouldn’t be interested in him and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

He will give you little gifts though, like little figures he made, but that could be considered just friendly, right?

One time when he gave you a gift, you hugged him and gave him a kiss to his masked cheek as a thankful.

Vincent blushed heavily under that mask, smiling to himself. Maybe he had more of a chance than he thought.

You’ll have plenty of ‘dates’ and Vincent still won’t make much of a move, maybe some more hugs.

But cuddling after a long day becomes much more common between the two of you.

Lester Sinclair

It’s very mutual.

Well, you’re going to have to make the very first move simply because Lester doesn’t think that you could ever like a guy like him.

A hug and a kiss on the cheek should encourage him to pursue the possibly relationship blooming between you both.

Something simple like trying to take your hand when you’re walking through town, smiling brightly to himself when you lace your fingers through his.

A relationship with Lester is pretty easy going. He’ll let you know his feelings for you and hopes that you would do the same.

Bubba Sawyer

It’s actually pretty mutual.

Bubba knows not to move too quick in the fear of scaring you but he isn’t as cautious as some of the other slashers.

He’s very affectionate so he’s always take hold of your hand and randomly hugging you.

And he’s just thrilled when you do the same. He loves your random hugs and when you lean up to kiss his cheek.

He doesn’t think that either of you have to say anything. You’re dating and the whole family knows that.

Billy Lenz

It’s a little complicated. You couldn’t really say whether it was you or him.

He was pretty quick to some types of physical affection. He’d often be standing too close and touching you in some way.

And he’s already a big fan of cuddling up to you when you invite him to do so, seeing that he was craving that affection.

He sought out the attention but you still need to show him what he wants.

You can tell when he might be wanting a hug and you’re going to have to initiate that, at least the first time, and this encourages him to initiate such affection in the future.

Otis Driftwood

Otis is pretty forward.

If he wants you, he wants you. And he’s going to try to have you.

I use the word ‘try’ here because he finds himself actually genuinely caring about you and caring about whether you feel the same.

Normally when he wants something, he will just take it. But it’s different with you because he wants you to want him back.

But he is still pretty forward and he’s good at noticing how you react to his advances, so he kinda has an idea if you’re interested in him or not.

And if you are? Then he’s just going to treat you like you’ve already told him you’d be with him.

Always has an arm around you when you’re sitting together, his way of showing anyone else that you’re his.

Very likely makes the first move but is genuinely impressive if you do.

Baby Firefly

Like her brother, Baby is also very forward. Maybe even more so.

She just always seems to be in a good mood, always enthusiastic to see you.

She’s always taking your hand in hers as she drags you around. Always greeting you with a hug and sometimes a kiss to the cheek.

Her advances should be pretty obvious but it can be difficult to tell whether she is making advances or just being her usual cheerful self.

So, she definitely makes the first move.

She’s confidence that you like her too and aren’t going to reject her so she’s just straight forward with it all. There’s not point in beating around the bush.

Yautja (Predator)

Your Yautja has no problem with making the first move. He’s definitely the one who initiates the courting rituals.

But your reciprocation is greatly important to him.

In other words, he will make the first move but will not move further until you accept it or return it.

Plus he can probably sense your attraction to him.

Physical affection is a shared effort simply because he’s waiting for you.

He’ll touch you a whole lot, simple things like a hand on the shoulder or stroking your hair. 

Both of you are a big fan of cuddles.

But the first time you had pressed a kiss to his cheek was when he knew that the relationship was moving in the right direction, it certainly encouraged him to take things a little further.

[charliedawn]

What do the slashers think about weed?

Freddy *whistles* : "Best thing in the world ! Nothing better to relax..and have some fun."

Michael : "Well..I was a pretty religious kid when I was a kid." Your body is your temple" kind of education. So, no. Never tried and I'm not particularly interested."

Penny *screams* : "DRUGS ! DRUGS ! DRUUUGGSSSSS !"

Pennywise *sighs* : "We get it, kid. You like drugs..I made him taste once, and the little sh*t got addicted..It can't technically hurt us, but it makes Penny far too excited."

Brahms *smiles awkwardly* : "Hum..No, thank you ?"

Jason *looks away* : "Well..I don't really know if it counts, but I used to get a lot of pills when I was little, like more than we do now. And, it used to make me see..things. So, no. Not a fan."

Arthur *smiles* : "What's a few joints going to do ? I'm already dead inside.." *laughs at his own joke.*

Jade *bites her lips in order not to tell you, but finally admits* : "Fiiiiiine. I may have smoked a joint or two in high school, so what's the big deal ?"

Dennis : "We passed out.."

Jade : "Why do you have to be such a buzzkill, huh ?!"

Five *smiles mysteriously* : "What has happened during the Apocalypse, stays in the Apocalypse.."

Norman never tried, but his mother did. He used to come back from school and smell it on her..He never commented of it, but doesn't mean he liked it. When his mother "died", he started smoking.

[bittermarrow]

A Late Ramble...

I know I already technically passed my 1000 follower count... (by like 70) and I'm super late to throw out my thank you's...

But👏I👏wanted👏to👏anyways👏!

When I started this account, I never expected to get so much love and support for my writing. I've never been a very good communicator in fandoms, and I inevitably shy away from talking to people, but it's become easier now that I've been here, sharing my weird shit with all of you 😂😂

I never really mention this, but I'm a bit of a notification stalker, I'm always smiling when familiar usernames pop up and I just-- 💖💓💗💘💞💝

ALL THE UWU's GUYS!!

I'm a very... modest? Writer. Is that the word? Which means I'm pretty self-critical and don't like to shove my stories in people's faces... and yet, so many of you seem to like them, taking the time out of your day to read this weird girl's self-indulgent slasher fanfiction... and that makes me feel incredibly good about myself 😊

For me, reaching 1k was always the impossible scenario! You can imagine my surprise when I started seeing the numbers get up there.

I know I don't post as often or as consistently as others on here, but I'm glad that you all don't seem to mind that much. I probably spend too much time on my stories, especially during the editing process 😂😂

(I'm that person that posts something, reads over it, and notices about 356785446 mistakes, which I then edit to fix.)

School has been taking up a lot of my time as of late, summer break is fast approaching and so are my final semester exams. That and my laptop (which definitely needs replaced) had been giving me trouble, and since writing on mobile is a bit frustrating for me, it might take me some time to get some stories and asks out.

Alright I think this ramble has gone on long enough, once again thank you so much for 1000+ followers!!

[sorin-sunchild]

Y'all I dreamed up a new Slasher. Like, I legit woke up terrified from this dream.

Their name was 'Painful' and they worn a grey hoodie and jeans, with a mask resembling the 'Comedy' theatre mask. Oh and a huge knife, of course.

Painful's modus operandi was to curse you. Knowing about Painful from someone else cursed you, but also if you saw and picked up/touched their mask (why did they place the mask around? Who knows.) you would be cursed.

The curse lasted 48 hours. During which you would get visions of Painful getting closer and closer to you. If you didn't kill someone or something (this something had to be a mammal of some kind) then Painful would murder you instead. A life had to be taken to appease Painful. You also had to be intimately and physically responsible for the death. So stabbing, crushing, choking, neck-snapping, smothering etc was ok. Poison, shooting, electrocution, burning or pushing from a great height etc was apparently not, so the rule might have been you had to be touching your victim at the moment they actually died from your actions?

There was no way to avoid Painful, as they aren't a person really and can appear anywhere you are. They'd get you whether you were awake or asleep, and could not be affected by any weapon except their own knife. There was a small clause in the curse that did technically allow you to physically wrestle with and attempt to harm Painful with your own hands and if you could somehow get the knife from this superhuman and stab them, they would 'die'. Of course, Painful can't actually die, it would just count as fulfilment of the curse and they'd move on.

Oh and multiple people in one house could be cursed at the same time and had to take one life each. It was indicted (again, in my dream, where you just Know Stuff) that Painful could even be in multiple places at once.

Anyway if I don't post in 48 hours, Painful got me lol

[brundleflyforawhiteguy]

I re-watched Halloween 2 the other day, and I don't know if it's just me, but it really is not as good as I remember it being. Do you have any feelings about what worked and what didn't in Halloween 2 vs the original? I usually justify the shoddiness with the re-shoots done (the scene where Michael pops up out of nowhere in a room devoid of furniture to stab a girl in the neck always seemed half-assed to me, among others). I'd probably rank it under 4 & H20 as the sequels go. Your thoughts?

I honestly love Halloween II. I get that it can be jarring, though. With all that went on behind the scenes (namely the fact that nobody really wanted to do it) it’s amazing that it turned out even halfway decent. It was definitely more influenced by the slasher cycle that had truly begun in earnest by that point in time. It had to be gorier to keep up with everything that was coming out in the wake of the original, but I don’t mind that much. 

I find Halloween II being the one I revisit most often because it gives me a lot of what I wanted in the original, but it doesn’t have the sanctity of the original. It’s just a really strong slasher with Michael Myers at the center of it. 

And this version of Michael is terrific. I love Dick Warlock’s performance as the shape and I love the slightly more beat-up mask. Many fans criticize him for being stiff and robotic--in fact, almost everyone says that. I don’t. I think his movement is unbelievably fluid in this movie. He just bleeds through the shadows. It’s very mime-like. I’ve talked a bit about my favorite shot in the film, which is when Michael is on the ground and slits the Marshal’s throat. It could have been so generic, but the way he just glides the blade across the throat and outstretches his arm is such a unique, strong visual. 

I think the consistency with the original is spot-on. The way it just keeps the momentum and keeps going is one of my favorite things about it. But there’s a dramatic tonal shift once it gets to the hospital. I think that’s definitely jarring for some people. I know that the hospital is ridiculously understaffed, but I do think it’s genuinely creepy once Michael makes his way inside. The long hallways, empty rooms, all the shadows, plus it’s just a sterile and unwelcoming environment in general. 

The body count’s bigger, but that’s expected with a sequel like this and I think some of the death scenes are great. I think that was a fine direction to go in, because it’s obvious that they weren’t going to make something as sophisticated as Halloween so they just embraced what they were doing. 

The savior of Halloween II is Dean Cundey, though. Without a doubt. He’s the reason it feels so closely linked to the original, and he’s ultimately the reason it doesn’t fall into just being a generic slasher. It’s a gorgeously shot film. Just as well shot as the original. Without Cundey’s cinematography, Halloween II wouldn’t work half as well. 

I think the big twist, on one level, works in context of the film, but it takes away a lot of the mystery and definitely makes it harder for the franchise moving forward. 

There are definitely issues like Michael popping up out of nowhere in a room with nothing for him to hide behind, but a lot of movies have that issue, particularly slashers. Even in this franchise, I have a friend who will never re-watch Halloween 4 because of the huge inconsistency of expecting the audience to believe that Michael is hiding underneath a truck that we can clearly see he is not underneath. But if I let inconsistencies like that bother me that much, I’d have to stop watching movies altogether.

If we want to talk weaknesses though, Halloween II (as much as I love it) has one glaring one, and that’s Laurie. Such a great protagonist in the original, she has barely anything to do here. She’s helpless, she reverts back to an almost child-like state at times. It’s a far cry from the Laurie we saw (technically only minutes beforehand) in Halloween.