#horror slasher

[tiredwaterboy]

I hope no one did this with them yet (btw happy pride!!!)

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🎃WORDGIRL I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER POSTER RECREATION!!🎃

Just a lil something I whipped up for Spooky Season! >:) Thought it’d be cool to recreate a horror movie poster with Wordgirl villains!

[just-a-monster-blog]

Found this on insta

Relatable 💯

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[myesmi]

GENTLE MOMENTS WITH THEM. 𓂅 ˖ ࣪ ( headcanons )

cw. soft / gentle moments with michael and thomas ( sep ) <3, established relationships, gn! reader, etc.

note. i don’t know, i just really wanted to write headcanons, so this is what i came up with! i was going to do jealousy headcanons, or when the reader gets catcalled or something, but i needed something more simple since i’m dead tired rn.. <3 hope you enjoy! comments and reblogs appreciated!

requests are open. masterlist.

MICHAEL MYERS.

any time spent with michael is generally quiet, mostly due to how mute he is. the loudest he gets is a confirming grunt, or an annoyed huff.

however, on the extremely rare occasion, those quiet moments hold a different atmosphere. almost.. soft, or gentle, in some capacity.

it’s strange to call such a silent, intimidating, stalker of a man ‘gentle’, but in your heart you knew it was his intentions that spoke the words he wouldn’t.

you roused in the middle of the night, lazily sitting yourself up at the sudden appearance of your tall, violent lover. it wasn’t unusual for him to disappear for hours on end and show up in the middle of the night.

he stood in the frame of your bedroom door, mask on, however he stood in a fitting black t-shirt and simple dark pajama pants that you gifted him last christmas.

…he used to sleep in his coveralls, but you quickly forced him to wear some form of pajamas ( obviously after being well established in the relationship where you were able to twist his arm in such ways, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so receptive ).

you barely remember the sleepy smile that formed on your lips, giving michael a little wave before you found him standing at your side where you sat on the bed.

his chest stilled briefly, as if he was holding his breath, and his gaze was directed at you, observing. despite how you couldn’t see his eyes through the mask’s eye holes due to how dark it was in the room ( the only light being the moonlight that filtered through the window blinds ), you could feel his piercing gaze crawl over your sleep-addled features.

and suddenly, one large, rough hand patted the top of your head. his palms were littered with callouses, the meat of his palm below his fingers tenderly ached from how tightly he tended to grip his knife. and yet, his touch was somehow comforting. a sort of prize you thought, as michael wasn’t one known for tender caresses and loving touches.

his large hand drifted from the top of your head to your neck, his fingers brushing along your jugular in a feather-light trail.

and as soon as the soft moment had come, it was gone. michael pulled away, turning and leaving your bedroom. you knew that you’d fall back asleep before he would lay himself down next to you, and you knew he’d be up and gone before you woke in the morning.

but gentle moments like these reminded you of why you fell for the man that everyone else deemed a monster

THOMAS HEWITT.

unlike michael, gathering soft, quiet moments with thomas wasn’t too rare. he was, to you, a texan gentle giant.

however, the real challenge was getting him alone in the first place for more than half an hour.

you understood how important his family was to thomas, and how needed he was around the family ‘farm’. the man had many physically demanding and time consuming daily chores that he carried out in order for his family to live the reserved, happy little lives they did.

and that often resulted in your only shared time alone being when you wake in the mornings and when you sleep during the nights. in short, it wasn’t ideal.

however, being as thomas was completely wrapped around your little finger, it never took too much convincing to have him all to yourself for the evening on certain occasions.

you sat comfortably on the recently repaired front porch, enjoying the humid evening under the slow sunset, able to sit comfortably in the shade of the house as the night started to cool.

thomas wasn’t too far away, and you watched carefully ( and.. enjoyably ) as thomas worked on one of the last tasks of the day. he was slowly cleaning out the large old barn that sat on their property, full of rusted old farming equipment and spare heavy car parts that the hewitts simply did not need any more. and so, he took it upon himself to, over the course of the week, clean out all the junk.

and boy.. was it a show for you. your tommy was by far the strongest man you knew, both mentally and physically. and watching your big texan hunk lift heavy metal parts as if they weighed nothing?

and thomas knew you were watching him. a part of the man enjoyed showing off in front of you. he loved how hot your face grew, how you shifted in your seat, your beautiful eyes staring him down lovingly ( and hungrily ).

you smiled as your thomas finished up for the day and made his way to the porch, wiping his big hands on the front of his work apron to rid himself of the dirt and old car grease. you scooted yourself over, offering him room to sit down on the swing next to you, already having a glass of sweet tea to offer out to him, figuring that he was no doubt breathless from his work, no matter how effortless he made it look.

he took a heavy seat next to you, gratefully taking the tea from your hand, replacing it with his own large hand, interweaving his fingers with your own. thomas was always still shy when it came to you, however intertwining your hands together was like second nature now. it was his way of saying hello.

both of your hands, interlocked, landed comfortably on your thigh. thomas’ fingers were still somewhat grimy, yet it didn’t bother you. you comfortably leaned into his plush side, resting your head against his broad chest, right under his masked chin.

you looked up, admiring his dark locks of hair that framed his face and ever so slightly dipped in front of his dark, lovely eyes. you have a warm smile, before you both simply enjoyed the silence together, staring out at the beautiful texas sunset, knowing that you had no place you’d rather be.

© myesmi . . . do not steal, translate, or repost.

[megangovier]

Husband's away, Michael's come out to play

Stranger! Michael x married! fem reader

Summary: Husband's gone, Michael storms in and chases you through the house.

Warnings: 18+ only // heavy smut // knife play // hair pull // slapping // oral!m // p in v // doggy style // clit play // cheating // spanking // mdni

Your husband was out the country for the month, to find work as he was struggling to find any around the area that was good pay and decent hours. So you had the house to yourself for thirty days, you could go out and spend time with friends? Nah, you decided to stay in and watch horror movies, I mean it was October after all and who doesn't like to be scared?. So you headed out the backdoor to head for the shops to stock up your horror movie aisle, as you was about to lock up, a shadow loomed a few metres behind you, turning around you were face to face with the one and only Michael Audrey Myers. Eyes wide, you quickly turned around and legged it back inside, figuring out where to hide.

Michael was only a few meters behind you, not close enough to grab you but close enough to feel the pounding under your feet. You had headed into the shared bedroom, eyes whizzing place to place wondering where to hide, as you moved towards the closet Michael had grabbed you, pushed you onto your knees Infront of him. Eyes looking up, cheeks red like tomatoes you pulled away, you couldn't do this, your loyalty was with your husband. A knife had appeared under your chin. Cold sensation ran up your spine, making sweat drip down your back.

Michael had taken his aching, throbbing cock out. Looking at the camera above the cupboard, a grin appeared behind the mask. His cock was now warm in your mouth, head bobbing up and down moans leaving his lips, head tilting back in pleasure, as good as it was seeing you on your knees infront of him, with your doe eyes looking up at him he wanted to use something more tighter, so he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you onto the bed. Knees and hands on the bed, Michael pulled you towards him, his chest against your back. His hand on your breast, grinding against your wet spot on your shorts. Both his hands were now lifting your shirt off, bra then shorts.

sliding himself into you, grabbing your breast. With the other hand around your throat, your eyes were dancing among the stars, your body felt electric and on another cloud. Flipping you over on your back, his knife ran over your breasts leaving small marks on them making your nipples hard. Pounding into you, his hands sliding over your waist making you giggle. Michael's body was now over yours, hand over your throat while he slapped your face with the other, accidentally knocking your glasses off.

Putting them back on, he pulls you off the bed by your hair once again that afternoon, and throws you onto the sofa. Facing him, his finger falls onto that sensitive clit of yours and rubs it, making you jump a bit. His hand smacking your ass, feeling the cold sensation of his ring. He slaps your pussy making your legs close, due to sensitivity overload. He pulled you off the sofa and back onto your knees, feeling the hot seed on your lips.

short but hot, hope you enjoyed ;)

[hannahwatcheshorror]

TERRIFIER (2016)

This movie blatantly plagiarized Hannibal Lecter and SAW. The damage tracking makes NO sense, someone will get stabbed directly in their brain or shot point blank in the face but is still alive to endure the next few blows. Multiple people come close enough to actually kill the clown but they never do and then he kills them. Not one iota common sense for any character and if I could unwatch this movie I would. Unoriginal and uninspired.

(Trigger Warning Suicide)

⭐

[Originally given 0 stars but changed one star for my tumblr rating system]

Two girls get stalked by a clown, and I will hand it to them, he is good and creepy. They get taken by him and then the dumb blonde gets sawed in half like the the old torture maneuver but he saws through her bones SO easily it’s stupid. Then the brunette has the opportunity to kill him and fucking doesn't. She is beating the hell out of him with a plank of wood screaming, "get up motherfucker!" instead of just fucking beating him to death when bang(!) he pulls out a gun! He shoots her in the leg, then the stomach, she is still crawling away when he shoots her in the fucking cheek which (point blank from a handgun) gives her a little hole and she is STILL breathing… enough time for him to go, reload, come back and shoot her like 12 more times in the face. 

Usually psychopathic killers with all the costuming and such have rituals to there kills but this guy who is supposedly already an established killer moves from dissecting to axe murder to medieval torture to guns to blunt force trauma to skinning to suffocation to whipping to cannibalism and finally suicide, I mean it's RANDOM. The clown also sustains a lot of damage over the course of the evening but after a moment of rest he seems no worse for wear. Some bullshit goes down with the wacky homeless lady and the brunette girl's sister but the villain doesn't track for me. He doesn't seem the type to use a fucking gun and his motives are super unclear. Is it important that he scares his victims first? What is it about the killings that gets him off? It all just seems like violence but a gun seems a weird choice for him. Also he has mommy issues? Since fucking WHEN.

[shedontsmelltoogooddarious]

ChromeskullxOC (SMUT)

Shameless self indulgent first time writing actual smut between my OC, an eldritch mafia boss and Chromeskull from Laid To Rest. Two bad rich older men sdhdhdhd

(Black is trans)

He picked the most upscale club in town to discuss business with his partner, within a private room, drinks going in and out as Ivanov barely paid attention, his wallet was too fat to care. He lit another cigarette, offering one to the man sitting across from himself. He took it, his mangled face lowering to light it- barely acknowledging the desperation bursting through the mafia boss’s seems. “So tell me, are those girls beneath your knife satisfying you enough?” 

Black purred, prompting Jesse to look up, his hands suddenly going into motion; “Very much so, thank you for asking.” He signed, before smirking- knowingly at the face of danger. If he wanted, Black could snap the experienced serial killer like a twig. 

“Nice to know that our rendezvous meant nothing to you, but I guess we’re here to strictly discuss business.” 

He poured himself another drink, taking a swig before slamming it down to the table. “Preston emailed me about you needing another place to “play”, I supposed I could allow you to have free reign on one of my properties in the city- but why should I give you that privilege?” 

“Because you still want to fuck me.” 

Jesse signed once more, before taking a drag off his cigarette, smoke whisping out of the holes where his nose should have been. A low growl could be heard, his human form slipping. But Jesse remained nonchalant, ignoring it like his former lover ignored him when his face melted off. 

Muffled techno music could be heard, filling in the silence between both men. “You’re right, and I always get what I want when I want,” 

His hand shot across the table between them as he grabbed Jesse’s shirt, ripping expensive silk in the process as his lips feverishly collided with his ex’s. Instead of fighting back, he allowed it- his long, boney fingers entwining with Ivanov’s black hair. The don was expanding, sickly popping and crunching sounds being heard as he contorted into his true, monstrous form. Tendrils wrapped around Jesse’s legs, parting them, the sharp blade of a knife suddenly against Black’s throat. 

“No.” An electronic voice commanded, the blade biting into his skin- right above his jugulars. Don Ivanonov was shoved down to the floor, a human dominating a monster, a predator of his species. He undid his belt buckle, his cock throbbing out as it was erect. Jesse’s free hand traveled down to Black’s pants, undoing them to reveal a familiar sight, his fervid pussy already seeping. His face flushed in embarrassment as he turned his head away, forgetting the blade held to his throat before feeling sharp pain as Jesse shoved it deeper. 

“You’re so pathetic- look at me!” He growled, before his black leather glove hand grabbed his bottom jaw and forced him to look into his mangled face. “You’re mine- you’ve always been mine.” 

WIthout warning, his member slid inside Black’s warm insides as he needily thrusted into him. How long has it been since he last was inside one of the most notoriously dangerous dons in this city? Too long. The knife against Black’s throat trailed down to his own dress shirt, cutting it open as the blade slid across his skin, causing inky black blood to bead out against his pale white skin. 

The thrusting gradually turned to a steady pace, syncing with the rhythm of the music outside, stretching Black’s insides out as his claws dug deep into the tiled flooring, leaving deep grooves behind. Jesse lifted his partner’s hips up, gripping his large thighs tightly, shoving himself deeper yet. “I’ve heard you’re whoring yourself out in this city- tell me, what happened to your playthings Ivanov?”

Jesse growled, sparing no mercy for Black as he continued, going faster with the tempo. Black gritted his teeth, his pride now in shambles as he was drunk on pleasure and pain. 

“Answer me!” His fingers dug deeper, Black’s tendrils going limp. 

“You killed them.” He moaned, recoiling in disgust internally. 

Jesse grinned, going slower with the tempo change, but still keeping a firm hold on the man larger than himself. His cock throbbed, he knew he was about to come soon- but he wanted to keep going, to reclaim what was his and his alone. “You’ve been fucking around with my toys as well, you can’t share can you? You’re a greedy old bastard.” 

He was about to come too, his legs shaking- insides clenching around Jesse’s cock. They squeezed, kneading against him. He needed more. His claws found themselves in Jesse’s shoulders, gripping for dear life as his lips once more collided with the human’s, but this time his sharp teeth were prominent. He bit down on Jesse’s lower lip, instantly drawing blood, savoring the familiar taste. “You’re like a damn drug.” Black snarled, 

Jesse was unable to hold it back any longer, his back arching as he came into Black, his hot seed spilling deep inside. As if on cue, Black too came, his name sake’s goo spilling out as it leaked from every orifice, mixing with his partner’s crimson red blood. Black made an attempt to pull away, but his partner had other ideas. He locked in his grip, coming again into Black before thrusting once more. 

“What are you-” 

“I want you pregnant.” 

A new track was placed down, faster and harder.

[midnightbeauty10]

💕Mommy's special little boy 💕

(Art work is not mine)

[moviesandmania]

SCREAM aka THE OUTING Obscure slasher - reviews and free on Tubi

‘… no-one ever returns from this phantom town of terror!’ Scream is a 1981 slasher horror film about a group of people on a rafting excursion being murdered in an abandoned town. Also known as The Outing Written, directed and co-produced by stunt performer Byron Quisenberry (The Return of the Living Dead). The movie stars Pepper Martin, Hank Worden, John Ethan Wayne (John Wayne’s son), Ann…

[tiredwaterboy]

Billy Lenz (WIP) and the girls! ~

I'm current using my winter break to watch as much as horror movies I can, and now i'm obsessed, this is my personality now.

[angela-art13]

There's more than one way to lose your heart ⛏💕💘 💀

Happy Valentine's Day! 💘

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[dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos]

Sofia "Sofie" Krueger: [21] Born to Jester (@joanathedummy) and Freddy Krueger, Sophia was born into a loving home. Since the age of six, she has been homeschooled by her mother (when she isn't working as a therapist and psychiatrist) and Unforgiven (@dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos) due to her violent tendencies and impulses. Has short fluffy light blonde hair with faded hot pink highlights and blue eyes (they turn yellow when angry). Her skin tone is a pale tan, with some burn scars inherited from her father.

She is half alien and half dream demon— or, going by her mother's nationality and her father's ethnicity when he was alive, Japanese-— inheriting powers from both of her parents such as reality warping, emotional energy manipulation, reality bending, and shapeshifing.

Jester started homeschooling all of the children due to their inability to "blend in" with society and in fear of them getting bullied at school. Her and Unforgiven teach the children in two different fields: while Unforgiven teaches the neurotypical children (Sofia, Tommy, Sandra, Seer, and Jeremiah), Jester helps the neurodivergent kids (Michelle and Summer) with more basic lessons until they understand the topic and can move onto more advanced ones.

She often acts like Freddy: sadistic, psychotic, crude, perverted, bloodthirsty, has a dark and twisted sense of humor, and has a foul mouth. But can be sweet at times and sympathetic when the situation calls for it, and enjoys using her emotional energy manipulation to spread an aura of joy and/or calmness in case one of her friends needs it (especially Tommy and Michelle).

A massive sadomasochist (only towards Michelle, Tommy doesn't like it when Sofie bites him)

Absolutely despises Chucky and Tiffany

Like everyone in her friend group, Sofia only aims to kill people who deserve to suffer a cruel death

A known prankster in her friend group.

Athletic and lean.

She is in a polyamory relationship with her childhood best friend Tommy and Michelle.

She created a large cabin outside the perimeter of Crystal Lake and the woods surrounding it with Tommy as a hangout spot for the friend group. She also created a "Dead By Daylight" inspired maze and training ground for the kids to practice hunting and surviving different slashers.

Her iconic weapon of choice is shapeshifting her fingers into sharp metal blades to mimic her father's bladed glove

Cannibalistic

She can read minds, and uses this to communicate with Michelle.

Bisexual

Thomas "Tommy" Voorhees: [22] At the age of 8, Tommy's abusive mother and father forced brought him to Camp Crystal Lake during a vacation. After getting caught telling a camp counselor that his parents beat him and running away from his mom, he ran into Jason Voorhees, but instead of running away, Tommy hid behind the undead giant with his arms covering his head and squeezing his eyes shut. When his mother ran into Jason, she made the mistake of angering him and was butchered. After killing Tommy's father, Jason adopted the child and raised him as his own for the next 12 years. During his time with Jason and his mother Pamela Voorhees (she's alive in this AU), Tommy started helping his family by baiting teens and adults into walking right into Jason's path, but only after spying on them and finding out if they deserve death or not. Short black hair, a blue right eye and a green left eye, fair tan and scarred skin, muscular body, and wears black jeans with a dark blue hoodie.

Ethnicity is white

He is a gentle giant, refusing to cause harm to anyone unless it is in self-defense or to protect his loved ones.

Prefers using an axe and two hatchets as weapons

Likes fishing

He sees Pamela more as a grandmother than a mom, but still treats her with respect and admiration. He also likes baking with her and doesn't mind cleaning or washing the dishes.

He is in a serious polyamory relationship with his childhood best friend Sofia, and Michelle (after she stopped trying to kill them and got to know them better).

He's very clingy and emotional, especially towards Sofia, Michelle, Pamela, and Jason.

Due to his past of being the victim of physical and emotional abuse, he is cowardly and will rather flee then fight, but will resort to violence if cornered. 90% of his fights ends with him winning.

He actually likes Sofia's nicknames for him ("Beefcake", "Teddy", "Big Guy", "Baby", "Hockey Puck", etc.)

He calls her his "short gremlin" and "personal sleep paralysis demon"

He jokes about Michelle being his personal stalker. She doesn't find it funny.

Straight

Michelle "Mitch" Myers: [21] Michelle was born with a mental illness that caused her to become mute, emotionally unresponsive, developed maturity and high intelligence at a young age, and to develop a "tic" of tapping her fingernail or an object against a solid surface at a rhythmic tempo ("tap...tap...tap....tap tap...") on repeat until she is distracted or disrupted. Due to odd behavioral issues while attending kindergarten, her parents pulled her out of school and started homeschooling her. One night, while she was home alone, a pair of child kidnappers broke into her house and took her away into their van with other missing children. She feigned being in deep sleep and got out of her restraints, then proceeded to brutally strangle the driver and crashed the van, with pure luck that the other captor smashed his head into the windshield. After managing to open the van door, she silently made her way through the unknown neighborhood she was in, entering into a house with the door open...(Going by the 2018 continuity, in the year of 1988) After Micheal Myers escaped after being arrested and came back to his house, he finds Michelle in the corner of the kitchen, sitting in the fetal position, tapping her fingernail against the floor rhythmically. He allows her to live with him after making sure she won't be a nuisance, and after some time of taking care of and bonding with Michelle, Michael would start teaching her on how to become a serial killer (like walking not running, how to stalk your prey, how to vanish under mysterious circumstances, etc.) She has long curly chestnut brown hair that's often in a high ponytail, steel grey eyes, fair tone skin, an athletic and muscular build with multiple scars on her body from previous battles with Laurie, and wears a porcelain mask.

Ethnicity is white

Due to her rare mental illness Michelle is extremely smart, using her experience and survival tactics to outsmart opponents.

She still has a tendency to go into a full sprint towards her victims.

Iconic weapon is a large butcher knife.

Her vocal cords are fine and she is able to speak, but she refuses to open her mouth to talk.

During her first encounter with Tommy and Sofia at Camp Crystal Lake when they were teenagers, she almost murdered both by chaining Sofia up to a cement block and pushing her into the lake and nearly decapitated Tommy with an axe—only to end up face down in the water as Tommy pushed her head under to drown her. While he dived into the water to save Sofia, Michelle got up and quickly left.

After several more encounters, their parents finally properly introduce them to each other to prevent more conflict.

Her friends help target bad people around the neighborhood to prevent Michelle from murdering innocent people.

Michelle is rather clingy to Michael, but would give him some space after being around him for a long time to give him a break from parenting.

Being around Michael gives Michelle a "boost". She has a higher confidence with attempting murder, she feels safer around him, her kills are 70% more successful, the duo can perform team takedowns on large crowds, etc. They work better as a pair, able to act as the other one's eyes (no matter how strong Michael and Michelle are individually, they don't have a chance against Jason, Leatherface, Freddy, Pinhead, or the other stronger slashers on their own.)

She has her own "recharging period" like Michael does, but her connection to him somehow speeds it up. She can also act as his first aid in case he can't recover from heavier damages, like stitching his fingers back on or (re)adding bandages to a deep wound.

She can be temporarily blinded with a flashlight (flash bangs do more damage and leave her disoriented for a couple of seconds).

Sofia's mom taught Michelle sign language, but she prefers using Google translate or pens and paper.

Demisexual

Summer "Sunny" Sawyer: [21] The story starts with Barbara Ross, a 28-year-old Texas woman who was sent to a mental institution after she killed and cooked her husband for cheating on her after finding out she was pregnant. Five months in a mental asylum, constantly in a straight jacket and muzzled to prevent her from eating the other patients and staff members, she was sent to another asylum for experimentation. The bus that was transporting her and other patients, however, crashed into a ditch on a rural road after one of the patients started a fight with one of the security guards—right near the Sawyer residence. As expected, the crash alerted Leatherface and his brothers to the commotion. Most of the patients escaped, and the guards and bus driver were dead. Barbara was calmly staring at the carnage while staying in her seat. When Bubba got into the bus and noticed her staring at him silently, he gently picked her up and carried her to the farmhouse. After an small disagreement with Drayton, Barb was welcomed into the family and was given Chop Top's room to occupy. Months later, Summer "Sunny" Sawyer was born into the family, and was treated with love and affection throughout her childhood. [?]

Both are white

Barbara is an excellent baker and cook. She often is in the kitchen with Drayton, despite his efforts to keep her out.

Barbara has curly dark brown hair that goes past her shoulders, with fair tan skin with light brown freckles, big and beautiful brown eyes, and a soft doll face. Sunny has slightly wavy-curly dark brown hair that is shorter than her mother's, with tan skin with light brown freckles, brown eyes and face shape like her mother's when Barbara was younger. Sunny has a semi-muscular body type due to working "heavier jobs" while growing up (chopping wood, moving dead bodies, helping crushing bones to make fertilizer.)

Using crushed up bones and leftover meat as fertilizer, Barb made a garden behind the farmhouse, growing all sorts of vegetables and herbs for the family to consume.

Barbara also knows how to sew, crochet, and knit. She made several scarves, blankets, and handkerchiefs for the boys, and several clothes and stuffed toys and clothes for Sunny.

As one of the only two women in the household, Barbara is the one who cleans up after the men and takes care of the chores around the farmhouse, often scolding and teaching Bubba, Nubbins, and Chop Top proper etiquette.

Barbara prevented Bubba from sexually assaulting the mother of Babi Sawyer, so she doesn't exist in this AU.

Sunny, as a child, often followed and helped Barbara around the farmhouse. Mostly to fetch items for her and to deliver produce from the garden to Drayton in the kitchen.

Speaking of Drayton, he treats Barbara and Sunny much more kindly than how he treats his brothers.

Sunny sees Bubba as a big brother and relates to him more due to his child-like mental state.

Chop Top and Nubbins are more like crazy uncles or older brothers to Sunny.

Drayton is a father figure to Sunny, although she is still scared of him when he gets angry at the twins or Bubba and attacks them with the broom.

Despite being born into a cannibalistic family, Sunny absolutely hates gore and suffering. She hates how the adults can be so cruel to the victims and often hides in the room she shares with Barbara, covering her ears and crying loudly to avoid hearing the screaming. As an adult, she has gained a tolerance of seeing small amounts of blood, but will faint on sight of a dead body or a bloodbath.

Sunny will only resort to violence to defend herself or her family and friends.

Barbara, on the other hand, is often emotionless when it comes to handling "cattle". But she isn't cruel and unjust, often delivering a quick death to her victims to the dismay of the gentlemen of the household.

Bubba made skin masks for both women, although they don't wear them often. Sunny usually uses her for cosplaying as Leatherface.

She often hangs out with Tommy and Suzie when the kids aren't in a massive chaotic group.

She is scared of Michelle and Michael due to how cold-blooded they are.

Sunny has an irrational fear of snakes, rattlesnakes in particular. Sofia can use this to her advantage during "DBD training sessions", but often feels guilty for using Sunny's own phobia against her.

Jeremiah "Jeremy" Robitaille: [22] [asexual]

Angel-Seer/"Angel"/"Seer", Son of Pinhead and Unforgiven: [22] [?]

Sandra Riley/Ghostface: [21] An orphan who's parents were killed by a serial killer when she was 10, which set her up on a life of vengeance. She is a pale skin goth with long jet black hair with half of her head shaved, has dark blue eyes, wears black makeup, and dresses in black clothing.

Ethnicity is Hispanic, her mother was Mexican

Dating another Ghostface named Danny Johnson, and both of them help each other by murdering other ghostfaces and other serial killers/bad people in general.

She met Danny when they were in highschool. They had multiple classes together, and after being paired up in a group project, they formed a crush on each other. He was the weird kid obsessed with horror flicks, she was the depressed goth girl who was also a weird kid. The more they got to know each other, the more they fell and became highschool sweethearts.

Danny's parents are still alive, but don't know that he's a killer.

Has the ability to use any weapon to her disposal

Does NOT know any horror movie facts at all nor does she care about horror movie trivia (but she does like Danny talking about/ranting about them)

Very social and outgoing when she isn't feeling murderous and diabolical

Also a known prankster in the friend group.

Considers herself and Sofia best friends.

Athletic and lean, slightly curvy

Insane but loving.

Loves the color pink

Uses Tumblr

She becomes very emotional when she recalls the painful memory of her parents's demise around her friends and Danny, but is cold and stone face around strangers.

Pansexual

Susan "Suzie" Heelshire: [22]

Noel "Noe" Lenz: [21]

Lucas "Luke" Mancuso/Vernon: [21]

[myesmi]

Hi! I heard you wanted some requests? So, I was wondering if you could do something where both the reader and Billy (you can make this poly or not, totally up to you!) take care of a very sick Stu Macher? They had all previously been messing around in the snow (kind of a winter setting I suppose!) but when they head back inside, it’s clear that Stu is developing some cold symptoms.

(Scenery is that they mostly stay at Stu’s house seeing as his parents are always away for trips. Also the reader can be any gender you would like! Totally doesn’t bother me! <3)

You don’t have to make this btw! A writer is always entitled to not do requests if they wish!

HAT & GLOVES. 𓂅 ˖ ࣪ ( poly! ghostface x gn! reader )

cw. vulgar language, established polyamorous relationship

note. this was such a cute idea and such an exciting first request! let me know how you like it hon! billy is a little ooc perhaps, same with stu since i’m still a new blog, so it’ll be awhile till i fully capture horror slasher personalities in my writing — either way, hope you enjoy! <3 comments and reblogs appreciated!

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stu’s cheeks were a perfect rosy red color, the wind nipping at his uncovered ears. his short hair was messy, white flakes of snow wetting his hair. you’ll never forget the perfect visage of your boyfriend, head laid back in the snow next to your own, his signature wide smile adorning his face. his bare hand was intertwined with your own gloved hand, his fingertips red from the cold air. you had tried to convince him to wear gloves, but after already convincing him to shoulder on a coat and scarf, he refused any more protection against the cold winter weather.

you smiled over at him, feeling how your own cheeks dully ached from the cold. his head lulled over, his smile reaching his eyes cutely, laughter erupting from his chest. it was hard to believe he was anything but a sweetheart sometimes.

the crunch of snow under boots reached your red-tipped ears, stu’s bright laughter that mingled with your own breathless giggles and chuckles fading as you both peered up from your spots, laying comfortably in the soft white snow.

billy loomis, in a coat, scarf, beanie, gloves, and boots stood over you both, something of a smirk adorning his face. “having fun?” he huffed, leaning over to grab stu’s hands, pulling the lanky boy up from the snowy ground. next was you, as you reached up to meet his outstretched gloved hands. he hefted you up from the ground, grimacing as a cold breeze ripped through the tender moment between you three. billy was never one for the cold.

and soon, you found yourself wrapped up in stu’s surprisingly strong arms, his face nuzzled into your neck as he stretched out on top of you where you both laid on his living room couch. billy was still heard in the kitchen.

“we told you to put those damn gloves and hat on.” billy chided, almost like a worried mother with his furrowed brow and scowl on his face. however that didn’t hide the fact that he was still standing in the kitchen, making stu his requested soup and hot tea.

stu grumbled into your neck, his warm breaths nothing compared to how his forehead practically burned your skin, as stu sported a light fever. “make him stop, (y/n)!” stu whined, pulling his head away from your neck briefly to throw you his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

you winced looking at his face, cheeks reddened and his hair ever so slightly damp from how sweaty he was starting to get, despite refusing to move from being so comfortably laid within your welcoming arms.

stu glared at your wince, and you laughed, “sorry, sorry!” you chuckle, pulling your arm away from being wrapped around his waist to place your palm against his forehead, “i’m just worried is all. billy too.” “i’m not worried!” billy shouted from the kitchen before walking into the living room.

he wore stu’s mother’s kitchen apron, holding a tray that held a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a cup of warm tea.

you raised an eyebrow, looking billy up and down before nodding. “mhm,” you hummed as billy rolled his eyes. “shut up, you’re lucky you’re not sick.” “oh stop whining, just because i didn’t wear a hat or earmuffs doesn’t mean i’m gonna immediately get sick!” you huffed, clutching stu closer to you as he happily snuggled closer.

billy set the tray down on the coffee table, moving towards you both on the couch. he simply lifted your legs, slipping under you both to sit on the other end of the couch, letting both you and stu’s legs lay across his lap. he tried his best to ignore you and stu’s giddy smiles at how gentle billy could be as he grabbed the tv remote, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent his own smile.

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[megangovier]

Cornered

Horny!Ghost face x fem! reader

Nsfw content / Minors DNI

Fake Blood & knife ⚠️ ALL fictional

It's late October, the sky thick with fog. You've just walked into a tall, hedged maze. Light shining bright on your phone, showing you the way. You loved the dark and being alone, no-one to interrupt your thoughts that constantly woke you up in the middle of the night. Standing still for a moment you took in the owl hoots and the swaying of branches in the wind. you loved tranquility and a place to escape to.

As you started to walk again, heading deeper into the maze, the sounds of owls and the wind dissipated. Something in your gut didn't feel right, the feeling of someone watching you. Speed walking now, a sound of a twig snapping behind you echoed through the tree's, stopping to look over your shoulder a tall man, wearing nothing but jeans and ghost face mask standing there with blood running down his chest.

Your light taking him in, his chest heaving, head tilting to the side, growls leaving his throat. Fear washed over you, bile building in your oesophagus heart beating out your chest, you ran as fast as your feet could take you. Phone shaking in hand, light running past your fingers, tears blurring your vision making it hard to see. Turning a corner you bumped into a dead end.

Slowly backing away, a pair of hands grab you from behind, his muscular chest against your back. Knife slid between his V line and jeans, ghost face's hands sliding up your shirt, thumbs circling your hard nipples making you bite your lip. Mentally kicking yourself for getting turned on by a masked man groping your sensitive nipples. Knife in hand, he slowly runs it down between your breasts, stomach down to that aching spot between your legs.

Kicking your feet apart, making your legs open up a bit more ghost face runs the knife up your thigh causing your body to shiver. Putting it back between his V line & jeans, his hand slips into your stained panties "such a slut, getting all wet for a stranger" swatting at your pussy with his hand a noise left your throat. "I ain't stopping, til you stain these gloves with your fucking juices" slapping your pussy, legs trembling, electricity shooting up your spine.

Head falling back, mouth open "oh fuck" coming all over his now stained gloves he slams a finger into your cunt "I lied, I ain't stopping til i know you can't take it anymore". Bucking his hips into you, moans leaving his mouth "fuck, just let me use you!" Clenching around his fingers again.

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