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[morimemichael]

Calling the slashers/killers ‘pretty’

Head cannons on how slashers/killers would react to reader calling them pretty. Includes OG! Michael Myers, RZ! Michael Myers, Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Pyramid Head, Thomas Hewitt and Mark Hoffman (SAW series)

OG! Michael Myers

You notice him stalking you throughout the week, and it was needlessly to say you found it oddly interesting.

Of course you knew who he was, and apparently, for your brain, that was ‘attractive’ enough to wonder about him

So, the night he decided to break in to obviously kill you, you took action

Somewhere between all the struggle you made, his unexpressed latex mask flew off, somewhere around your kitchen floor

The light that came from outside was enough to see his face, and boy, you find him attractive

He panic at the fact of not having his mask, and quickly look for it and successfully found it. With a single swift move his mask was back on. He was ready to kill you when you spoke

“Y-your pretty Michael, you know that?”

He tilted his head at your statement, you couldn’t see it, but his cheeks were blushing. He didn’t know what hated the most, the fact that he couldn’t kill you now or the fact that he actually liked you calling him pretty

His hand holding the knife stutter for a second before letting you go and giving you his signature head tilt again

It’s not necessary to say that since that night he came to your home every night and took off his mask in front of you so you can call him pretty again

And this time you do see him blush

RZ! Michael Myers

You were a childhood friend of his, and the crush was mutual

Tho when you were like around 9yo, you moved to another town so you never found out about Michael killing his stepdad and sister, or at least you had no idea until many years later, when you moved back to Haddonfield

What he did was horrendous, yet you couldn’t stop feeling bad for him somehow

So this night you were getting ready to go to bed, brushing your teeth you notice a man standing behind you

You could see his reflection through the mirror you had in front of you

You knew Michael was, well a killer, but you didn’t know how he looked like, so many years have passed and the last image you had of him was completely different

Non the less, that didn’t stop Michael from recognizing you

You were about to scream when he got closer and covered your mouth with his enormous hand. By now you were struggling and panicked

Michael noticed this and with his free hand took his mask off, revealing his face. He was different but still you knew it was him

“Michael…?”

He didn’t answer, instead he moved his hand from your mouth and gently turned you around, slowly looking at your form head to toe

From the moment you saw his eyes you knew he didn’t have to answer, he was Michael indeed, how couldn’t you recognize his beautiful blue eyes?

“Michael!” You say happily

He stays silent, but a small almost invisible smile formed on his lips

You cupped his cheek with your hand, and rubbed his skin with your thumb

Smiling you tell him “We haven’t seen each other for over ten years and still your the pretty one” You smile

His hole face turned red when he herd the word pretty

You always wanted to tell him how you felt, but never got an actual chance for it

Once you told him how you’ve felt all this years, his reaction was the sweetest

He gave you a bag hug and swing you in the air, he was beyond happy

Ghostface (Stu)

“You know, you’re…pretty Stu…”

You were in his house, music as loud as it could be, you were hoping he didn’t hear you, cause you just kinda declared to him

He gave you a ‘what did you said’ look, waiting for you to answer

“Nothing…just forget it”

YEAH, YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS GOING TO WORK? Well it didn’t

He took you by the hand and made you fallow him upstairs

When you asked him why upstairs he gave you a lame excuse

“I didn’t catch what ya said down there” he said moving closer to you

“I said you’re pretty…” you look at him straight in the eyes

“Oh…I know, I heard you. I just wanted to have some…privacy” He had a mischievous smile on his lips

You grin before he pull you down to his bed

(Billy)

You two were having a heated kiss by the window of your bedroom when you herd footsteps coming up the stairs

You assumed it must be your dad or your mom

“Billy, you should go…someone’s coming”

He pouted and gave you his puppy eyes

“Pleaseeee?…” He asked

As much as you wanted to tell him ‘yes’, you knew better than to piss your dad or mom

“Come on pretty boy, you know I can get in trouble..”

He blushed a pale tone of pink at your words, he was staring at you like you left him dumb or something like that

He then snapped out of it “Okay, okay…see you tomorrow?” He asked

“Yeah pretty boy, see you tomorrow…”

He giggled and stumbled at the word ‘pretty’

Pyramid Head

Did you just called him pretty? No way, he must’ve herd you wrong

Oh…apparently he didn’t YOU DID CALLED HIM PRETTY

Now it’s stuck in his head and it’s all he can think about

He likes it tho

And definitely expect him to want you to call him pretty all the time

With time he even let you adorn his pyramid with cute little pink stuff

He won’t say that he likes it but trust me HE LIKES IT

Specially if you call him your ‘pretty monster’

He’ll definitely want you to call him pretty during segsy time too 😏

Thomas Hewitt

You called him pretty? Why tho? Haven’t you seen him?

That’s what he thought the first time you called him that

Immediately you receive the princess treatment

Cause why not? You treat him well, he wants to do the same with you. You’re his love after all

Expect him to giggle a little bit whenever you call him pretty or beautiful or what so ever

And if you kiss his unmasked face while you call him pretty? You’ll give him a heart attack

He loves it

He’ll make sure you feel loved and pretty as well

He’ll make you dinner and give you flowers every now and then

Basically anything you want, you get

Definitely expect him to want you to call him pretty 24/7

He’s like a child OK!?

Mark Hoffman

He thinks you’re joking, you must be joking

Nobody calls him pretty, and you wouldn’t be the exception, right?

Ha! Liar….deep down he loves it, and not just because you bust his ego, but also you make him feel loved….somehow

He thinks he’s unlovable, I mean, he’s a monster right?

Well, that doesn’t stop you from loving him or calling him pretty

The first times you would call him that, he would show no emotion or reaction whatsoever

But once you get to his, somehow, ‘tender’ side, he’ll slowly start reacting

Maybe a ‘you’re pretty as fuck too’ or maybe even a peck to your lips

And consider yourself blessed if you see him blush….cause he rarely does

And if you happen to see him blush..? Well you didn’t

Cause how could he blush right? Him? He’s mean and bad, he doesn’t blush

You even reacted once, to his blushing

“If-if you ever, you wouldn’t-Ahgg, please don’t tell anyone” He said, as he blushed even more, the tone on his voice defeated

You just laugh since you found him cute

“You’re little…pink secret is safe with me, detective” You told him

You kissed he blushed cheeks and called him cute

“Hey! I’m not!”

“Yes you are!” You said as you walked away

“I love you so much….” Mark said, knowing you weren’t around to hear it

Cause you would have died right there in the spot

Well, I hope you enjoy this!! I’m also working on a Ghostface x Michael x F!reader fic, so stay tuned 😏

[electricpig]

uummmm okay 😳

[dizzybevvie]

...where IS Tommy, anyway?

[samdieliro]

[ur-fav-bpd]

Drayton Sawyer from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre has BPD!

[jaimeshanice]

"Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman."

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) dir. Marcus Nispel

[ask-them-horror]

BUBBA (sorry for mah ugly sinecure lmao)

[lefunnymoncey]

just watched texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2 for the first time. big fan of that cocktip guy or whatever

[vertigoartgore]

Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chainsaw Massacre turns 50 this month. Feel old yet ?

[strongstaryuri]

hello franknub nation

[cxgbbnn]

JOHNNY SLAUGHTER

word count — 1.1k

warning — kisses and violence

notes — english is not my first language, sorry

Drunken laughter echoed throughout the wooden entrance, the boy gently led her upstairs, waiting at every stumble her inattentive feet made, sharing a hint of a smile between sobs. The night fell cold outside, a deadly silence that was only interrupted by the couple, the whole sorority took advantage of the weekends to party, visit relatives or just enjoy the night with a nap.

Her own plans went down the drain when small stones hit her window, her pajamas exchanged for a blue dress and her heavy sleep for a spark of excitement. The heels fell from her hands and the firm grip on her waist assured her that she was not dreaming. She pushed the door with her shoulder and anxiously pulled the man's hand inside, a shy smile adorning her lips as he took in the female room.

Sitting on her bed, she watched the whirlwind of thoughts he had, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze bitter and hesitant, was it for her? She believed not, she hoped not.

“What are you thinking?”

She might not be able to see his face covered by the darkness of the night, but noticed the drastic change between the anger in his reflection and the sympathy he showed her.

“About you.”

Jane shook her head in disbelief, a nasal laugh accompanying it, she certainly didn't believe that cliché and neither did he seem to believe his own words, there was something wrong in his head. All the alcohol dissipated from Jane's body as soon as his warm touch found her waist and guided her against the purple covers of the bed. Firm lips trailed down her neck in a delicious anticipation, both anxious, both nervous.

Heavy breathing collided with face, her heart racing with adrenaline as her fingers slid from his torso to lightly grip the hair growing at the base of his neck. The calloused texture of the palm ran down the short length of the dress to the delicate lingerie. It would have been wonderful to have torn off that piece and continue listening to her whispering his name, if it weren't for the ringing of the phone that echoed in the room and interrupted the couple.

An irritated sigh escaped Johnny, embarrassed she looked at him with an apology on the tip of her tongue, it was the first chance and, apparently, the last one that would take him to her room.

“Shit… It must be my mother.” She felt him tense up more at the mention, shoulders rigid and a thin line where his lips met. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course… of course!” His harshness highlighted his annoyance, he turned his body away so as not to look at her perceptive eyes. She tried to argue, but received even more of his hidden aggression. “Go answer the damn phone!”

The furrow on the delicate face of the sorority girl expressed the strangeness of his behavior. She went down the stairs, reflecting on what had made him so angry, answered the call and waited, expecting her mother to complain about anything. She always called at this time and was never answered on time. She listened patiently to the details of her day, grabbing her companion's jacket in a futile attempt to warm herself up, and wondered if the matriarch would ever accept him. She would kill them both if she knew everything. The dreamy girl smiled at the thought.

She was so distracted that only the boy's rusty smell and a cold blade woke her up. "What are you doing?" She whispered fearfully, only now noticing the static sound the phone was making.

“It's nothing personal... it's just...” He swallowed hard, his breath hitching in her neck, immobilized from moving to confront him.

“Johnny, put that weapon down.” She brought one of her hands to grip his arm. “I'm begging you, please.”

“If I don't do it, they'll come after you.” Everything became even more confusing, her life flashed before her eyes, searching for some motivation for murder. She didn't want to end up like this.

Jane gathered all her adrenaline to hit his head and throw the phone at the killer. She ran stumbling between the steps, stunned by her own blow and hurt by the betrayal. Hearing the heavy footsteps behind her, fierce as a predator. She tried to lose him by abruptly going around the walls and doors of her colleagues, occasionally throwing objects along the way. She knew the enemy's speed, and he would soon catch up to her, but a cruel doubt arose when she saw his pace slow and stop near the stairs. This was her chance. She could push him, perhaps, but she only allowed herself to watch through a crack.

Carefully, she tried to reach the exit to the balcony, watching every step on the treacherous wood. She could have sworn she could hear each splinter crack as she balanced her weight on her feet. Slowly, opened the last door and, as she stepped into the outside area, she felt her blood evaporate and the body turn into a carcass of bones ready to meet the blade. She had stepped on a dog toy that had given away her location. Unsteadily, she went down the ladders to run to the lowest part of the gate, once again under the pressure of the chase. She was sure he would be far away until she felt her arms being grabbed and her warm body hit the grass wet with night dew.

The feeling of confusion returned as she stared into his dark eyes and felt his uneven breathing on her skin. She stared at him, terrified of the monster that appeared in the night, but he watched her, clinging to what would be the last vestige of the affection he had never had before. Hesitantly, he gripped the razor with trembling hands and closed eyes to stab the heart, the moon illuminated the rusty metal and bathed her brown hair in the sinister glow of death. Family comes first, he repeated to himself, but was that really a family?

She closed her eyes, waiting for the fatal blow. Afraid of her last breath, but even more so of facing her lover in such a tragic way. However, only the warm sensation on her forehead and the burning sensation in her thigh that drained her blood were proof of the girl's survival. The wind hissed in horror at witnessing such an intimate display of desire from a beast, announcing his departure, but longing for his return to the comfort of his beloved.

[gh0stbunn]

I'm still learning digital art

Any tips are welcome<3 I'm using krita

[gebo4482]

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre by David Paget

[dizzybevvie]

Nah cus Tommy being gay is so real i can make all these jokes about him getting handsy with Eric in The Beginning, whatever. But his skin disease really reads like a metaphor to me?

Consider:

- He was ostrasized and hated for something he fundamentally could not change about himself

- He tried to "fit in" / make it better by harming himself in the process ("tendencies towards self mutilation") like hes carving the bad parts out of him

- He ended up resentful and bitter towards everyone

- Hid behind a mask that concealed his "true nature" (skin disease / homosexuality)

- After his run in with Eric, SPECIFICLY after ERIC, he changes his mask. its no longer just to conceal who he really is, its to PRETEND to be someone else. an attractive, straight, NORMAL man (without skin disease/homosexuality) that he both wants (sexually, cannibalism, probably both tbh) and envies

- Also consider that Tommy was abandoned at birth, and also the connotations of sickness and being gay in the late 1900s???

ANYWAY Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006) is about the oppression and repression of queer people in the south in this essay i will

[xxxsugarcyanidexxx]

give me horror movie recs and where i can watch them pls!!

[thirdtechnician]

found out copics r pretty good on canvas so i drew the missus 👍