#beth bixler

[cheryl-williams]

ASH WILLIAMS and BETH BIXLER THE EVIL DEAD (1981) dir. SAM RAIMI EVIL DEAD 2 (1987) dir. SAM RAIMI ARMY OF DARKNESS (1992) dir. SAM RAIMI EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. LEE CRONIN

[itsaaudraw]

three fabled books of the dead, three unlikely (and unlucky) heroes

[marioggy]

Fav Horror Icons

[nordiccowboy]

i mean they’re both from warner bros. so deadites and barbies exist in the same universe right??

[horrorwomensource]

Help me, Bethy Boo.

LILY SULLIVAN as BETH BIXLER EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. Lee Cronin

[clairedsfield]

evil dead rise (2023)

[rainkays]

fave horror genre is final girls from my fav horror franchises that would be bffs if they met <3

[righthandedleftturn]

Dream team.

[really-epic]

A Soft Place to Land

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: Ellie Bixler x Fem! Curvy! Reader.

Warnings: Alcohol?? idk what else mb

(She/her) is used for the reader

_

Ellie wasn’t sure what drew her to the bar.

Maybe it was the ache in her chest, or the suffocating silence of her apartment now that Jay was gone.

Maybe it was the pressure of holding everything together for her kids—Danny’s quiet withdrawal, Bridget’s anger, Kassie’s heartbreaking questions about when daddy was coming home.

Maybe she just needed to feel something else, even if it was just the burn of cheap whiskey sliding down her throat.

She hadn’t expected much from the little bar nestled on a quiet corner of the city, but the moment she stepped inside, the atmosphere wrapped around her like a warm, familiar hug. It was clean, stylish, with a faint buzz of chatter and laughter filling the air. Ellie let her shoulders drop, tension easing slightly as she slid onto a stool at the bar.

Her intention had been to quietly drink and disappear, but the moment her gaze lifted to the bartender, her breath caught.

You.

You stood behind the counter, wiping down glasses and mixing drinks with practiced ease. Your curves were accentuated by the fitted uniform. But it wasn’t just the physical—you carried yourself in a way that made it impossible for Ellie to tear her eyes away from.

“Shit,” Ellie muttered under her breath, suddenly hyper-aware of her rumpled appearance.

You turned toward her, recognition flashing in your striking eyes. Your lips curved into a soft, apologetic smile, and Ellie’s stomach flipped.

“Ellie,” you greeted, your voice low and smooth as honey. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

She shifted awkwardly on her stool, the heat rising to her cheeks. “Yeah, uh… me neither. I mean, I didn’t even know this place existed until… now.

“New spot,” you explained, leaning slightly on the counter. The angle gave Ellie a full view of your face—gorgeous and framed by your perfectly styled hair. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. “You alright?”

Ellie stiffened, the question hitting too close to home. Of course, you’d seen everything. That night Jay stormed out, leaving her standing in the doorway trying to piece herself back together. She remembered catching your eyes for a fleeting moment as you walked down the hallway, your expression filled with quiet understanding.

“Yeah,” she lied, avoiding your gaze. “I’m fine. Just needed a drink, I guess.”

You didn’t press, instead nodding as you reached for a glass. “What’ll it be?”

“Whiskey. Neat.”

“Coming right up.”

As you moved to pour her drink, Ellie took a moment to compose herself. She was falling apart in front of someone who had only ever seen the put-together version of her.

The tattoo artist. The cool mom. Not… this.

But then you slid the glass toward her, your fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. Your touch was warm, grounding, and when she looked up, your gaze was steady, curious but not prying.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, you know,” you said softly, your voice just loud enough to reach her over the bar noise.

Ellie blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in your tone. “What do you mean?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying her with those impossibly captivating eyes. “I mean, I get it. Life’s a bitch sometimes. And sometimes, you just need someone to talk to—or at least pour you a decent drink.

She huffed a dry laugh, surprising herself. “Yeah, well… life’s definitely a bitch right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Sounds about right for a Thursday.”

-

Ellie didn’t plan on staying long, but somehow, hours slipped by. You didn’t hover, giving her space when she needed it, but every time you returned to check on her, the conversation flowed easily.

You made her laugh—genuinely laugh—for the first time in what felt like weeks. You made sly, sassy comments that had her raising an eyebrow, only to smirk when she threw one right back at you.

-

By the time the bar started winding down, Ellie felt lighter than she had in ages.

“Closing up soon,” you said, wiping down the counter in front of her. “You need a walk home?”

Ellie hesitated, glancing at her phone. The kids were at home with Danny in charge, but she knew she couldn’t stay out much longer. Still, the idea of parting ways with you left a hollow ache in her chest.

“I… yeah, maybe,” she admitted, standing and slipping on her jacket. “I don’t live far.”

Fuck. Why the hell did I say that? She lives right next door! Ellie silently bashed herself.

You laughed, grabbing your own coat, the sound of your laugh was like music to the redhead's ears. “Good. Neither do I.” You teased.

The walk back to the apartment was quiet but comfortable. The city streets were calm, and for once, Ellie didn’t feel the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders.

-

The elevator doors opened on your floor with a soft 'ding' and you walked to your apartments. You stopped infront of your door, hands stuffed in your pockets as you turned to Ellie, who was stealing glances at you from the side.

“If you ever need anything… even just to vent,” you said, your tone sincere, “I’m right next door."

Ellie nodded, her throat tightening unexpectedly. “Thanks. I… I appreciate it.”

You smiled, warm and soft, and for the first time in a long time, Ellie felt like she wasn’t alone.

As you turned to head into your own apartment, Ellie caught herself staring after you, again, her mind racing. You were nothing like she expected, and yet… maybe exactly what she needed.

God help her.

She was falling for her neighbor.

-

[stuckinthedeadlights]

TJ MIKELOGAN'S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT DAY 21: A recent horror film (from 2010 or later)

Evil Dead Rise Wallpapers

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[cheryl-williams]

LILY SULLIVAN as BETH BIXLER EVIL DEAD RISE 2023 || dir. LEE CRONIN

[smiledog15578]

ITS CALLED THE BOOK OF THE DEAD FOR A REASON.

Thank you evil dead rise for giving me ideas❤️

[deadite-central]

Evil Dead Textposts the Third

Also! It’s my birthday today :>

[thegamingcatmom]

If you had to choose between...

human!momma:

OR

demon!momma:

Which would it be?

tw: kidnapping, emotional manipulation (kinda), general madness

In case you´re worried about any drawbacks when it comes to the extend of madness, worry not. For both are as bonkers (about you) as they come, each in their own unique way.

Had a bad day? Say no more - Momma(s) will be there to cheer you up. Strong arms coming to wrap around you, scooping you up, squeezing just a tad bit too tight and cooing at you oh so sweetly as you whine and lament, because-

"-air!"

...Not her fault you´re such a delicate little thing.

(She wouldn´t have it any other way.)

...What was that?

Some random fool is responsible for putting her sweet girl in such a sour mood?

Well, consider it done.

*Human!Momma sharpening the soon to be murder weapon.*

(And yes, she will be wearing those glasses later, too. Momma wants to witness every little twitch, after all.)

How about something not quite as extreme, though? Some everyday stuff? Something sane? Surely things aren´t gonna escalate this time. Right?

...Right?

Something on your way to that hellhole the apartment spiked your interest, and you mentioned it kinda off-handed. Just trying to make pleasant conversation. Yknow, normal things.

Waking up from a rather refreshing nap, you did not expect to be met with not just one (1) redhead, but two (2) - your roommate wearing a grin rivaling Cheshire's, while the much smaller version, clutched tightly by big hands, trembled like a leaf. The poor thing-

Come to think of it, the kid seemed familiar. And not just because she was the spitting image of your fiery roommate (minus the blood and guts, if we´re dealing with Maggot Momma). You swear you´d seen her before-

...

Watching your companion's face fall as you patiently explained to her why kidnapping someone wasn't exactly in either of your best interests shouldn't have been nearly as gut-wrenching.

"-you can´t just go out there and snatch someone up like they´re a stray cat! Especially not a child!"

Oh...so it´s her fault, now?

"You were the one gushing about my mini-me earlier!", Momma no longer understood the world. This was what you wanted, wasn´t it?? "You looked so happy, imagining what it would be like..."

Strong hands wrapped around your upper arms then, slowly stroking up and down. "Don´t you think this would be absolutely perfect? You were right...look at her, she was meant for us!"

Oh boy. Here we go again.

"What if her parents come looking for her? Someone will notice if she won't show up at school anymore-"

"We're her parents now", said with a most serene look. If you hadn't been living with that exact attitude for well over a year now, you'd have felt chilled to the bone.

"You can´t just-", you stop yourself there, realizing you sounded like a broken record by now. This was not a battle won by logic.

Deep breaths.

Alright-

"...She´s not the one." you concluded, trying your best to look the part. It was something that came rather easy to you by now, as you had been given plenty of opportunities to master your poker face.

Your roommate was looking at you like you were the one who´s lost it.

"But...earlier you said-"

"I lied", you silently applauded yourself for remaining steadfest at the sheer disappointment slowly spreading across your partner´s face.

You didn´t particularly enjoy being the "party pooper", but more often than not, you felt like this was the only thing keeping the redhead´s tendencies somewhat in check. So you took that role very seriously.

"I guess I was just...blinded by this idea of another you, so perfect. How could it not be when you´re so...you?", you couldn´t have sounded more sappy, and you knew it. But that was the point.

It always worked.

So you continue, tears starting to form in your eyes-

"I´m sorry for getting your hopes up...so stupid! I should´ve known better - I was looking for an excuse to justify making her ours, but I knew she wasn´t the one, all along. I could feel it!", you started lightly hitting your head then, turning things up a notch and adding to the dramatics of it all.

And then-

"Oh...honey-"

You had her.

"Stop, stop...stop!", your hands were grasped, preventing you from further doing your head in. Good. That shit started to actually hurt. "Stop hurting yourself...and stop worrying that pretty head of yours. I understand."

"...You do?"

"Mhm..."

You were pulled into a smothering hug, her cheek coming to rest on your head, swaying the two of you slowly from side to side. "I know what it feels like...to be overcome by your thoughts and feelings. Like a deep-rooted instinct, overshadowing everything else. You get this tunnel vision where nothing else matters...nothing except yourself and that moment. I know it because...it´s what I feel every time I look at you."

And, just like that, you were reminded why you put up with all of this in the first place.

You reciprocated the hug just as fiercely, finally allowing yourself to relax, now that the crisis had been averted. Nobody was dying or getting dismembered, the apartment was still standing, you had no authorities nearly kicking your door in, demanding you to-

"LAPD, open this door!"

...

Momma, reconsidering some of her life choices (she´s really not) as you throw her a look that clearly says "Told you so".

...

WELL-

What do you think? Who will be your unhinged partner in crime, now and forever more because you belong together, were meant for each other-

Make your choice.

In fact-

Can´t wait to see those results...

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Bonus:

[suff0cationpit]

[STOP EATING THE DRYWALL BITCH!]

Dumb little shitpost redraw of Ellie and Beth from evil dead rise ft. My bathroom (don’t ask why there’s giant holes in my roof and down the wall 😭)

#evildead #evildeadrise #deadite #bethbixler #fanart

[dymttz]

Is a slap too much to ask?! What the hell.