#pint sized slasher

[starshadow8991]

Day 31: Free draw

Happy Halloween, everyone! I decided to draw Alice as the Pint-sized slasher from Fallout 3 for Halloween, I had a lot of fun doing this Inktober and I'm grateful for everyone who followed me along on this 😊 Have a safe and spooky Halloween everyone

Again thank you all so much ^-^ see you guys when I see you!

[lobsterbre4d]

Turned on my Xbox to play fallout 3 again and I guess this is where I left it last.

The clipping of the bangs is so hehe

I became the pint sized Slasher last night.

I was so baked I actually sobbed when I made Timmy cry.

I killed Martha and felt so bad.

[darling-leech]

Butcher Pete.

[gurugirl]

Little Flower

Summary: You're startled during a power outage late one night when your co-worker, Harry, is at your door, drenched from the rain. How does he even know where you live? 

Word Count: 4,468

A/N: This is a bit dark you guys! It's a classic stalker story so just keep that in mind as you read and only consume what you can handle! xoxo

Warning: smut, cheating, dark elements, coercion, stalking, aggressive male behavior, size kink, breeding kink, and sort of dubcon via manipulation

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You always loved rainy, stormy nights. It was the best time to snuggle up on your couch with a blanket and a pint of ice cream and watch scary movies. You were supposed to go out with friends but the weather had changed everyone’s plans. Some streets were even flooded and it just wasn’t going to be worth it to get out in the storm to go to some bar and drink gross, expensive drinks and then figure out how you’d get home.

This was far better, you determined, as you dunked your spoon into your cherry chocolate cheesecake ice cream.

Definitely better.

But then a sudden loud crash of thunder shook your windows, making you drop your pint of ice cream onto the floor at the same time you were suddenly shrouded in darkness when your electricity went out, taking your entertainment of the slasher movie you were watching with it.

You tore your blanket off your legs in annoyance and reached down for the ice cream container when you heard another noise making you still your movements as you listened through the heavy sound of rain and wind. It was coming from your back door. You strained your eyes to see through the dark as you placed the carton of ice cream on your coffee table and reached for your cell phone so you could investigate the noise.

Turning on your flashlight app to the brightest setting (thank god for modern technology) you made your way to the kitchen and peeked out the door’s window. But there was nothing that you could see.

You pursed your lips to the side and looked down at your phone and it was then you realized you had no cellular service at all. Which was odd. Sure the wifi was out with the electricity but cell service too? The storm must have knocked out a tower you supposed.

It was 11:47 pm. And since the electricity was out you figured you’d just go to bed. You couldn’t mindlessly scroll social media if you couldn’t get on the internet. So maybe this night wasn’t definitely better than going out with friends would have been.

You sighed to yourself and shined your cell phone light over the floor to make your way to your bedroom when there was the sound of a knock at your front door. Four harsh raps that had you stopping dead in your tracks.

You certainly weren’t expecting anyone and who would be out in such a heavy storm so late? Turning off the flashlight you slowly approached your front window to peek out but it was difficult to make out who was standing in front of your door. You could tell that it was a man but not much more.

Three more urgent knocks startled you, making your skin chill and putting you on edge.

You took a chance to peek through your door’s window at just the edge, hoping the man wouldn’t see you peering out but just as you did so a flash of lightening lit up the entire space around you as well as your front porch and you blinked as you recognized the man at your door.

It was someone you worked with.

You relaxed as you waved out the window and then opened your door. His hair was wet and his clothes were soaked, making his shirt cling to his body.

“Harry! What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

He looked behind himself and placed his hand on your doorframe, “Can I come in?”

You nodded and pulled your door open for him to enter. His presence felt heavy. Something was different about him. You weren’t sure why exactly. You didn’t know him all that well but he seemed nice enough at work. But in that moment he felt like a different person.

Closing your door you turned to face him, trying to push down the odd feeling you were getting, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Got caught in the rain and just needed a spot to ride it out a bit. S’okay if I hang out here until it lets up?” He stepped in toward you which put you right back on edge again.

“Uh… I mean yeah. Sure. Were you in the area? I thought you had a car.”

Harry’s dark figure loomed over you as he spoke, “I have a car. It’s down the street. And yes. I was nearby.”

You backed up for some space, “Oh. Did your car break down?”

“Something like that.”

You tried to steady your breaths. Something was off.

“Did you enjoy the flowers I got for you, Y/n?” Harry’s chest was rising and falling heavily as if he’d been running just before.

“Um…” you looked down at the cell phone in your hand and back up to the man as your eyes began to adjust to the dark, “Was that you? I didn’t realize… I thought they were delivered to me by mistake.”

You’d gotten flowers sent to you at work on Friday afternoon. A gorgeous bouquet stuffed with lovely flowers in a pretty glass vase. At first, you thought your boyfriend had sent them but when you texted him he got upset that someone else had sent you flowers.

The card read “To my little flower.”

You chalked it up to being sent to the wrong person because there was no name on anything.

Harry shook his head as he moved closer, “Those were from me. So were the chocolates the week before. And the gummy bears before that. But I was disappointed to find out you had a boyfriend.”

You swallowed and felt your back press into your door. You wondered if you could make a run for it but Harry twisted your deadbolt and then placed a palm flat on the wood next to your head, “How long have you been seeing him?”

You nodded, “Umm. For almost a year.”

Harry turned his head to look around your living room. You were feeling all kinds of weird things in that moment.

The first was fright. Harry’s sudden aggressive behavior was a shock to you. You were also feeling very curious about what was going on. Why was he in your home? How did he know where you lived? What was he planning on doing? But the most concerning thing you were feeling was that trickle of adrenaline and excitement.

Because that was another thing. Harry was probably the hottest guy you’d ever seen. All the girls at work gossiped about him in private. Talked about how fit he was, how handsome, his hair, his eyes, his voice… You did find him quite alluring, you’d just never gotten the chance to really get to know him. Plus you had a boyfriend to think about so getting close to another man wasn’t a good idea anyway.

“A year? Really?” You could see the outline of his face and the slope of his nose as he licked his lips, “And he’s not here right now with you?”

Shaking your head you kept your eyes on his. You didn’t know what his next move was going to be.

And when he lifted a hand up to delicately run his fingers over your cheekbone a shiver was sent down the knobs of your spine and you closed your eyes, “No. He’s at home. He doesn’t live here.”

You heard a small laugh press through his nostrils, “I know he doesn’t live here. I’m just fucking with you.”

You opened up your eyes in confusion and you saw a smirk on his face, but he didn’t back away from you to give an inch of space.

“See I’ve been keeping track, Y/n. I know almost everything there is to know about you. Pretty little flower needs something her lame boyfriend can’t give her.”

A shuddered breath left your lungs, “What do you mean?”

Harry’s gentle fingers at your cheekbone lowered to your jaw, “I mean look at what’s going on right now for example. You’ve got the big bad wolf standing in your living room, ready to do ungodly things to you, and your shithead boyfriend is safe at home, probably with his sidepiece because he never cared about you in the first place.”

You swallowed and shook your head, “What? Sidepiece?”

Harry’s dark chuckle vibrated out of his chest as his thumb ran up the side of your neck, “That’s right, little flower. Marco has been cheating on you. Some skinny girl with ratty hair. God only knows what he sees in her when he’s got you at the helm. A shame you’ve chosen such a loser. I would worship the ground you walked on if you were mine.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You had a hard time keeping your thoughts in a straight line. Marco was cheating? It could be a ruse. Perhaps Harry was lying. But also the stroke of his thumb at your neck was pressing harder into your skin and it was causing your head to go dizzy and your limbs were heating up.

Harry’s pink lips curved up into a wicked grin, “I have a few things that I’d like to do to you. Would you like to hear them?”

Did you want to know? Was he going to hurt you? That, you didn’t want. You weren’t much of a fan of pain. But if he were to force himself on you somehow… Maybe if he were to take you to your bed and do something ungodly to you… well, what would that entail?

“Yes.” You squeaked out pathetically.

That dark smile on his face widened, “That’s a good sign, flower. Honestly, I kind of expected a little more of a struggle from you. But you seem to like this so far. That’s going to make this so much easier. So much better for us.”

He moved in toward your face and then you felt his breath on your jaw and down your neck before he spoke against your skin and you felt that icy prick of exhilaration cover your body, “I’ll be soft with you as long as you let me. If you fight me it’s going to be a lot less soft, understand me?”

You knocked your head up and down in an affirmative nod as you held your breath.

His plushy mouth pressed over the side of your throat and you felt his tongue drag upward to your jaw, “First I want to taste you. Need to know what you smell like. Find out how thick your arousal gets and what your flavor is on my tongue.”

You gulped down the moan you nearly let out as you closed your eyes and his lips nipped over your skin to the front of your neck, “But then I want to know what you feel like, Y/n. Want to know how it feels when your insides are wrapped around my cock. Want to hear your pretty voice saying my name when you come. Want you to forget all about Marco. Because I want you for myself. Yeah?”

You felt like you were in a dream. Maybe it was just a dream. One of those strange fever dreams that feels like it’s happening but then it feels too weird to be real. And if it was just a dream… well what was the harm in it?

“Yes.” You whispered, your voice hitching up an octave.

“Yeah? You want that flower? Because if you do there’s not going to be any turning back. I won’t be able to let you go after this.”

You lifted your shaky hands up to his chest, feeling the moisture from his shirt under your palms. His heated skin underneath was taut and well-muscled. But of course, you knew he was strong and fit.

Harry kissed up your jaw and then his mouth was pressed against yours and the sizzle of your bodies pressed together was like an electric shock to your system as your mouth opened for his with ease. You smoothed your hands up his pecs, to his shoulders, and then to the back of his head into his wet hair. You allowed a moan to fall from your mouth against his and he shifted his hips before lifting you up by the back of your thighs and making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bedroom, like he knew exactly where he was going.

He dropped you down to your bed and peeled his shirt off. So many tattoos that you had a hard time making out in the dark but you saw the inky designs, some blending together, some letters, numbers, drawings…

You felt his hands tear down your night shorts, taking your cotton panties with them in one quick tug, and then he began to undo his pants, pushing them down his sturdy legs as he kept his gaze on yours.

You felt like a different person. Like this was happening to someone who was taking over your body. The darkness of your room lit up with a lightning flash and then the heavy roll of thunder shook your house.

Harry crawled over you, his bulky frame covering you completely as you felt his fingers pulling your t-shirt off until your breasts were bare and the cool air of your dark room covered you in chills.

But he dipped down and placed his warm palm on one of your breasts while his mouth suctioned at the other side, pulling gently at your nipple and then lapping at your skin until he moved to the other side, warming your skin with his lips and his saliva.

“Gah!” You panted as you felt his teeth dig into your bud and you lifted your head to peer down at him.

Harry smiled against your nipple and then lifted himself to look down at you, “Sorry. Said I’d be soft. Might just accidentally nip at you here and there. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, Y/n. How desperately I need you,” he ducked his face down between your breasts and dotted hot kisses down the center of your tummy until he gripped the inner parts of your thighs and pushed them apart so he could tuck himself in between.

You let out the loudest gasp you’d ever let fall from your lungs when you felt his soft lips peppering kisses up your labia. Harry’s tongue jutted out between your crease and you felt the warmth of his wet muscle slide up until he bumped into your clit.

“Oh flower…” he breathed against your cunt, “Better than I imagined…”

When he wrapped his plush lips around your clit you sucked in a sharp breath and let your head fall back into your blankets as Harry’s arms caged you in by the back of your thighs.

You’d never been eaten out with such enthusiasm. Marco always acted like he was going to hurt you so it usually felt like a limp rag against your pussy, which did absolutely nothing for you. But Harry felt like a real man with a warm mouth and a big wet tongue going at you like he was frustrated. Crazed.

His moans vibrated over your core and up to your hips as you wiggled under him, softly bucking yourself up against him.

“Oh!” You moaned loudly and reached down to grab onto anything when you felt his hand pull at yours and slide his fingers between your digits as he pressed it down into the mattress. But he did not let up his licking and sucking and it felt like the whole world would crumble around you if he let go of your hand.

The sound coming from between your legs was proof of how wet you’d gotten. He had worked you up into a frenzy without much effort at all. You weren’t sure if it was the way he was eating you out, or the very strange circumstance of him showing up at your place and making some kind of claim on you but you knew you’d give yourself to him if that’s what he wanted. Even if it was wrong. Even if made you a bad person. Even if Harry was a bad person…

“Shit! Oh ffff…” you yelped when he focused on your clit and it stung your flesh in the most salacious way you’d ever felt. You swore he was sucking the soul right out of you and inhaling it whole for himself.

Your whines grew loud as you squeezed his hand and his shoulders pressed harder into the backs of your thighs. He said he’d be soft but this wasn’t soft. It was better. It was hot and twisted and you should have been ashamed at how much you liked it but you were on the cusp of an orgasm and you couldn’t stop yourself.

The world around you went blank except for Harry’s mouth and his hand wrapped around yours. There was no telling how long you were shaking or crying his name or how loud you’d been or even where you were in that moment.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt those soft pink lips gliding up your body and then finding your neck, a harsh suck making you coo in ecstasy. Everything in your body felt exactly right. Harry had turned you into another woman and his warm body covered you possessively. You were his and he’d just shown you that.

“Tasted like sunshine and butterscotch,” his lips smeared over your cheek hotly, “My little flower deserves her cunt eaten properly every day. Now that you’re mine you’ll never go without.”

You sighed and then you felt his warm shaft against your pussylips. He still had your hand in his as he looked down at you and lined up his tip with your opening, pushing in only his bulbous head.

You hissed at the tightness of it, arching your back into him.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna go in slow so it doesn’t hurt. Tiny little hole needs worked open, yeah?”

You nodded with a whimper, “It’s so… you’re so big… oh god…”

“We’ll get you used to it. Don’t worry sweet, flower. Gonna take good care of you…”

His fat cock slowly took up inch by inch of your insides. You’d never felt such a full feeling from a cock before. Harry’s dick was thick and the further he pressed inward you could tell he was also long.

He slowly backed himself out to the tip and kissed your mouth with a quick peck before smiling down at you as he drove back in, pushing deeper yet. The kind of stretch he was giving you felt impossible. Even your huge dildo (which you hid from Marco so as not to hurt his fragile feelings of seeing a toy that was bigger than he was) didn’t feel this big, didn’t give you this kind of fullness.

There was the sound of a soft squelch of your pussy getting stuffed as he bottomed out. He nuzzled his face into your neck and panted softly as he thrust deeply. You could feel your insides getting moved around, rearranged, and prodded into.

It did something to your brain to know your pussy was making a man with such a big cock feel like you were. You could feel his cock twitching as he rocked into you. The front of his thighs pressed into the back of yours as he fucked you with his large dick.

“You feel that, flower?” His hot breath cascaded over your neck as he spoke.

“Mmm… I feel it all, Harry…” you moaned in response as you flexed your hand inside of his and brought your other hand up to his broad back to hold onto his outer lat.

“I can tell you feel it too. Feel me way up in your tummy, spreading you open like you’ve never been. Feels like I’m fucking a virgin right now,” he trembled as kept up his languid pace.

And compared to anyone else you’d slept with, yeah… you could say you were like a virgin. You’d never had anything so large inside of your pussy and you knew you couldn’t go back to anything less.

“Gonna get you fucked and filled so nicely every day. My little flower… fuck… feels so tight and wet around me. So warm. Just begging for my come.”

You moaned out breathily. Every stroke of his shaft and dip of his crown into your guts had you reeling. It was so much and so good. You were already addicted to the way he was fucking you and talking you through it.

“I need your come, Harry. I need you in my womb so bad…” you panted your words but you weren’t sure if those words had come from you or not. Maybe you were just cock drunk or cock dumb or whatever it was you’d heard of that happened to some people when they were getting a good dicking but it was something you’d never experienced and you wanted him to claim every part of you. You’d never before asked for anyone’s come. You’d never fucked without a condom. But Harry was the exception to everything.

His slow, deep plunges were driving you insane. Every sticky wet slide of his cock through your walls, every time you felt his balls fit up against your ass, every grind of his hips against yours… it made you feel obsessed. Like an unstable lunatic, hungry for something that no one else would ever understand.

“Need me deep in your womb, flower?” Harry pasted his hips to yours and rocked against you, making you squeal at the press of his tip into your cervix, “Is that what you want? Want me to stuff you with my come and give you babies, make you mine forever? Yeah?”

“Yes! Please!” You gasped when he bit into your neck as the roll of his back and his hips into you suddenly faltered and his rhythm grew sloppy.

Harry trembled over you as he pressed his nose into your jaw, his moans growing louder and his cock was twitching, leaking precome as his balls squeezed into his body preparing for his orgasm.

But the way he was glued to your pelvis and every grind down into you sent glorious sparkles down your spine that spread over your pussy as he was smushed against your clit.

The moment you felt your orgasm start to unfold and burst your vision went black as your heart pounded and your pussy gushed around him.

When Harry felt you squeezing him tight with a spasming pussy and he knew you were coming he coughed out a moan as he allowed himself to pound into you, finally punching through your walls the way he wanted as he fucked you through your release. Long, slick, aching strokes with skin wetly slapping, your bed rocking with each strong thrust, until Harry’s gasps of pleasure finally poured out of his lungs as he came inside of you. Inside of his sweet flower.

He pumped and throbbed as he pressed in deep, stilling his hips against yours with his heart pounding wildly. It was heaven. Bliss. He knew it would be.

Your body was limp under his as you began to come down and you felt him thick and pulsating inside of you as he drained himself into your womb just like you wanted. The grip he had on your hand ached but you loved it as he used your pussy for his pleasure. Deep whimpers fell from his chest.

Everything swirled and sparkled and twisted around you in some divine kaleidoscope. His dark words spoken into your ear, “You’re mine now, flower,” had you smiling and humming in delight. It was all you wanted. He was all you needed.

. . .

You woke up to your phone alarm sounding next to you on the bed. The tiniest bit of light was peeking through your curtains as you sat up and found your phone to shut off the noise. You were in a daze as you looked around yourself and realized you were alone in your bed.

You pulled your brows together and looked around your room. Your clothes were on the floor and memories of the night before began to flood your mind. Harry. Where was Harry?

Throwing the blankets off your naked body you looked down over yourself and felt that warm flush of excitement crawl over your skin at the thought of what had happened. You slid on your t-shirt and walked into your hallway, “Harry?” You called his name but there was no response.

Your living room was left just as it had been the night before. Your front door was unlocked and the carton of half-eaten ice cream was sitting on your coffee table, all melted inside.

You shook your head as you peeked into your kitchen and then went into your bathroom, flicking on the light and there lying on your vanity was a flower. You picked it up as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Two big dark splotches on your neck told you that you weren’t going crazy. That something had happened last night.

Unless you’d done it to yourself somehow? You leaned in to look closer in the mirror as you ran your fingers over the skin on your throat and frowned. Maybe it had just all been a dream. It definitely felt like one.

You sighed as you stepped back and retraced the events of what you remember. But it was hard to recall the details exactly. You were so gone for Harry, your co-worker, and he’d been so aggressive yet so soft at the same time.

Perhaps it had just been a dream. A wild dream that had you coming twice and begging for him to come inside of you.

You laughed as you ran your hands over your face and shook your head. Maybe you were going crazy. It didn’t explain the flower or the splotches on your neck but somehow, in the light of day, it all felt like nothing more than a fantasy. It made more sense that it would have just been a dream. What were the chances your hot co-worker had come to your house in the middle of the night and fucked you so good you were ready to marry him and give him babies? No, that wasn’t real. Because that wasn’t you.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror with a grin. The only thing you knew for certain at that moment was that you’d never think about Harry the same way again.

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[thestalkerbunny]

Do you have advice for making a good slasher OC? I’m interested in making one

Okay so first thing is first;

-Make them ludicrous. A slasher isn't a serial killer. A serial killer is rooted in a realistic horror setting. What they do is believable and makes sense. They're horrible people who just got lucky. Slashers are....borderline comedic exaggerations of killers. They can survive that 50 ft fall. They can take those 6 slugs straight in the chest. You want to take a firm step away from realistic to something odd you can throw your suspense of disbelief away for. Slashers are often times killers we can safely look at, raise our eyebrows slightly and go 'I wouldn't mind THEM chasing me down and tackling to the ground'. Because if we said that with actual real world serial killers, we would need to book some therapy appointments and do some deep self reflection.

Let's look at it's definition.

Think about the big name slashers. They're often time borderline sILLY with how unkillable they seem to be, always coming back for a second helping.

-Motive. Motive is everything to a Slasher. Like above-they usually have a reason. Unlike killers in thrillers-their desire for blood shed makes a bit more sense sometimes. Jason Voorhes attacks camp councilors because they were supposed to be watching him when he drowned; it was their negligence that killed him (as we're led to believe in the films at first.) Most of the time the motive is something you can sort of relate to. Someone being bullied viciously, having family taken away, abuse, etc. etc. Other times it's simply their natural thought process of thinking.

-Gimmick. Most all Slashers have a gimmick. Jason is an unkillable giant with a machete and hockey mask, Chucky is a pint sized serial killing doll who used boot leg magic to do so, Leather face is a chainsaw swinging cannibal who likes to use human skin as arts and crafts. The Gimmick makes the slasher MEMORABLE. If you were to have merch of your slasher, this would be it-you should be able to have immediate visual association with what their gimmick is.

-Standards. Always ask yourself where is the line your Slasher draws? Now a lot of slashers in movies don't DRAW a line, it's usually a free for all. But some are concepted to have a thought process of 'this is not what I do, I will only do THIS.' For some it's 'I won't kill a kid' or others are uninclined to harm animals. Some of them are moved to only be violent within a time limit or a certain time of year. Outside of that they have zero interest in violence. Sometimes it can just be a deep seated fixation on someone who has done wrong or taken something from them.

-How Depraved. Is your Slasher a Voorhes-where the idea of having sex is repulsive and everyone who does so needs to be PUNISHED or are they a Patrick Bateman. Where they full on have sex with a corpse and I had to READ that with mine own eyes? Depravity is what divides Slashers; what violence will they commit, how far will they go. Are they a stab and dash kind of slasher or are they inclined for torture and skinning their quarry alive? There's always something inherently WRONG with the slasher that makes them horribly indifferent to violence at varying levels if their motives aren't revenge based.

-Have fun? Just have fun. There's no wrong answer. Just have a GREAT time.

[scopebite]

collage I made as a header for @foolforghouls <3

slightly better details under the cut

I want to explain each detail but I also kinda don't want to type it all out and nobody asked and it's not exactly easy to do in order...but... not describing all the various filler background imagery...

melee bobblehead. 💘 Valentine Detective Agency. Nick cropped from close to metal perk. fuck you overseer graf. Chloe from 76. early brightass radiation warning symbol. tiny Codsworth cropped from robot sympathy perk. Beatrix Russell locket. nuka cola quantum milkshake I just made up.

black widow + cherchez la femme + confirmed bachelor. Raul's pipe specifically. Pint sized slasher mask. Silver Shroud hat. oh baby! super sledge icon. radiation sickness status. Hancock cropped from isoped perk. sunset sarsparilla star bottlecap. rockville slugger. yes man. sunset sarsparilla logo. maria. mysterious stranger + miss fortune. perfectly preserved pie.

buttons and stickers and other pngs I should link some sources for when I make a recommendation post <3

[justafoxhound]

Fallout 3 I swear..

In Tranquility Lane all info about the failsafe says all residents will die irl. OK there's a dilemma 🤔 I played Braun's games to see if he would let us out, thinking to shut the Vault down afterward.

He lets LW and James out. Overseer office password is in a locked room. Talia not smart enough to hack the terminal- but wait, her genius dad is here to help!

Oh... but he is instead RUNNING out of the Vault to get back to Madison.

So instead of help these trapped tortured souls he has to get back to work.

Also he is such a fucking gaslighting buffoon I swear

Talia will never be smart enough to hack that door and shut down this fucked up vault and superman james just doesn't care!! She cannot handle this after becoming the pint sized slasher!!

[irradiatedvulture]

Little late with Halloween art lol, BUT it be like that. Noah went as a raider, Landon as the pint sized slasher

[deadpools-baby-knife]

My BF referred to Wolverine as "The Pint Sized Slasher" I I just keep cracking up over it

[wide-wide-wasteland]

It was still unknown and Hannibal's mind if the secretary would become a meal or another pig time would tell. ",Huff Huff apparently some of the Kings have noticed unusual killings as of late all the knife and that's been reports of a what can only be described as a Uuurrrppp excuse me can only be described as a pint sized slasher."

Hannibal liked this Secretary, she was very good at her job, beautiful to look at and embraced gluttony. She could easily be one of the Hannibal's smaller pigs, still able to do her job, but with plenty of blubber for the ruler of Vegas to play with~

"Murders in Freeside? This simply will not do! I recognise that name...I think it was an old urban legend from before the war. Perhaps some poor child discovered it and wanted emulate it." She pondered, tapping her chins in thought.

[theultrablog]

Pulp Storytime #42: SHUT IN by F. Wesley Schneider and James L. Sutter

Don’t trust everything you read in the papers. The players made a lot of headlines this week. But it depends on what newspaper you read. In the black papers, they’d be happy to announce. GEORGIA LOCOMOTIVES BEAT CLEVELAND INDIANS 5-2. The caucasian papers would emphasize the riot that took place when Connie’s Negro league team beat an American league mainstay. Even at an away game, people get sensitive about such things. Only Hindi magazines or the Society pages covered Devika’s comments, that she was “...Going to buy the Cleveland Indians, teach them cricket, and move them to Hyderabad". And it’s unlikely anything but the gambling trades would talk about the massive profits brought in by Penny An’Te. Point shaving had never felt so sweet. The big headline anywhere in New England, though, was the escape of pint-size serial killer “the Swan Street Slasher”. Although he only went after rich victims (on Swan Street, the decrepit mansion side of Beacon Hill), the city was in a panic. And where there’s panic, there’s profit. The back page of the Globe featured ads for Midas Security, the latest of Doc’s moneymaking ventures. Florence came up with Ziegler Security Solutions, leaning on her symphony contacts for the perfect mark: an elderly mother, Auraluna Dromdal, and her recently widowed daughter Cesali. (Who cares Cesali was widowed because of the killer?) The big headlines would come a few days later though. KILLER CRONE LINKED TO SLICER! The tabloids would be filled with gory details (like Mrs. Dromdal’s basement, where she would drug and bury people alive so they would listen to her stories). They would emphasize the bloody battle, where Penny and Aldous almost lost their lives to the Slasher. None of the papers would have the knowledge to point out the players' tactical errors, like being taken by surprise by an old woman restricted to a wheelchair, or completely ignoring evidence repositories like the car in the mansion’s driveway “because it probably belongs to someone visiting”. But the periodicals would also elide the less heroic details, like Connie smashing a septuagenarian from behind with a baseball bat to protect Florence from a 140-pound attack dog. Connie Johnson:

[deepbluefrog]

With a chance to find her Dad finally within reach, Alex tried.. really tried to outsmart the virtual world she was forced to visit.

She ended up losing a piece of her soul to the Pint Sized Slasher.

She did find her Dad eventually, but at what cost?

[notsofizzycola]

I understand why Star Wars fans are always upset when new shit comes out. I hope the show ends with the pint size slasher coming and killing everyone.

[mediamixs]

Top 10 Slasher Horror Movies

Here's a list of 10 classic horror slasher movies that have left an indelible mark on the genre:

Halloween (1978): Directed by John Carpenter, "Halloween" introduced audiences to the masked killer Michael Myers, who escapes from a mental institution and returns to his hometown to terrorize babysitters. This film is celebrated for its suspenseful atmosphere, iconic score, and Jamie Lee Curtis's breakout performance.

Friday the 13th (1980): Directed by Sean S. Cunningham, "Friday the 13th" follows a group of camp counselors who are stalked and murdered by an unseen assailant at Camp Crystal Lake. The film spawned numerous sequels and established the hockey-mask-wearing killer, Jason Voorhees, as a horror icon.

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984): Directed by Wes Craven, "A Nightmare on Elm Street" introduces Freddy Krueger, a vengeful spirit who haunts the dreams of teenagers, causing them to die in their sleep. The film's surreal imagery and inventive kills set it apart from other slashers of its time.

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974): Directed by Tobe Hooper, "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" follows a group of friends who encounter a family of cannibals while on a road trip. Renowned for its gritty realism and intense atmosphere, the film has become a landmark in horror cinema.

Scream (1996): Directed by Wes Craven, "Scream" revitalized the slasher genre in the 1990s by combining self-awareness with traditional horror tropes. The film follows a masked killer terrorizing a small town while a group of teenagers becomes embroiled in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

Psycho (1960): Directed by Alfred Hitchcock, "Psycho" is a seminal work in the slasher genre, following a secretary who checks into a remote motel run by the enigmatic Norman Bates. The film's shower scene is one of the most iconic moments in cinematic history.

Black Christmas (1974): Directed by Bob Clark, "Black Christmas" is often considered one of the earliest examples of the slasher genre. The film takes place during the Christmas season, as a group of sorority sisters is stalked by a mysterious killer. It's praised for its suspenseful atmosphere and subversion of genre conventions.

Child's Play (1988): Directed by Tom Holland, "Child's Play" introduces audiences to the demonic doll Chucky, possessed by the spirit of a serial killer. The film blends horror with dark humor and features memorable kills orchestrated by the pint-sized antagonist.

The Silence of the Lambs (1991): Directed by Jonathan Demme, "The Silence of the Lambs" is a psychological horror film that follows FBI trainee Clarice Starling as she seeks the help of the incarcerated cannibalistic serial killer, Hannibal Lecter, to catch another serial killer known as Buffalo Bill. The film's chilling performances and suspenseful storytelling earned it critical acclaim and multiple Academy Awards.

Hellraiser (1987): Directed by Clive Barker, "Hellraiser" introduces audiences to the Cenobites, extradimensional beings who are summoned by a mysterious puzzle box. The film explores themes of desire and pain as it follows a man who inadvertently opens the gateway to hell. "Hellraiser" is praised for its unique mythology and visceral horror.

These ten films have left an enduring legacy in the horror genre, influencing countless filmmakers and continuing to terrify audiences to this day.

[7rabbi7s]

"And lemme guess? You killed them yourself? Little pint sized slasher on the loose?" Habit straightened upright, arms crossed as he stared down at Sully. Not judgingly- more so appraising his value. He immediately zeroed in on the young rabbit's exhaustion and hummed indecisively to himself.

"Planning on sleeping under the stars and with the trash tonight? Pft. Luckily for you, I'm not strict about how far 'Thick as thieves' can go. Unless you're allergic to cat hair. Then you're shit outta luck." Habit was talking so fast as he reached for the poor boy, fast enough it would be easy to have trouble following the conversation.

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Dark, violet tinged eyes scanned the inky night around him. One of Habit's cats had gotten out thanks to a particularly ornery guest and though he'd never openly admit it he was worried for their safety. Pig was one of the more spoiled pets in Habit's stolen home, all he really did was eat and beg for treats. The lazy cat didn't even really play with the toys around him, at most giving a few half hearted bats at anything nearby before throwing in the towel. Not a place for the hard streets of New Jersey.

"Pig! Pig! Psspsspss, I have a treat for you! Treat time! Come get some nom noms! Treat! Pspsspssps!" The creature was getting a little worried now. Pig's plodding ass was nowhere to be seen, despite the usage of his favorite word. Habit's pace picked up a little, swearing by eldridge gods long past that he would slaughter this whole neighborhood if anything happened to his prized child.

Sharp pupils darted to something that shifted down one of the alleyways. A few sniffs told him Pig was nearby- but something else as well. Clicking his tongue, Habit finally relaxed as his baby boy wadded into view. Quickly scooping him up in his arms, Habit cradled the spoiled feline. A brief kiss to the forehead and Pig was teleported back to the house.

Habit however, stayed behind. The other smell was so familiar- and yet new as well. It was rare that Habit ever found anything exciting anymore, so of course he walked deeper into the dark to see what it was.

[ranchflavoredharleyquinn]

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