#puppet combo jill

[louzxv]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬, 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡 ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐

welcome to my blog!

my name is lou, i use they/them pronouns, and i'm a dominican afro-latinx.

i normally come here to pass the time, repost some art, share opinions and talk about my interests.

here are some things about me so you can get to know me better!

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🕷 i'm genderfluid, non-binary, bisexual and allosexual.

🕷 i am part of the goth subculture. goth culture (meaning music, literature, art and lifestyle) is my safe space.

🕷 i have many hobbies. i don't really like having nothing to do so i like to do a lot of stuff and try new things every once in a while. some of my hobbies are listening to music, drawing, painting, playing the piano/guitar/drums, singing, reading, learning, cooking and anything that involves creativity.

🕷 i'd say that my biggest passion is music. i really can't live without it.

🕷i'm neurodivergent, diagnosed w adhd (attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder)

🕷 some of the fandoms i'm part of/media i like: jjba, dc comics (specifically batman comics), moonwalker fandom, bts army, atsv, nana, hb, hh, banana fish, genshin impact, hannibal, marvel (spiderman comics), bg3, dnd, good omens, hetalia, ts4, stardew valley, bbm, call of duty, resident evil, bridgerton, puppet combo games, bojack horseman, one piece, final fantasy, berserk, etc…

🕷 OTPs: gyjo, bruabba, josuyasu, batjokes, timkon, dickkory, stolitz, zhongchi, hannigram, ineffable husbands, ghostsoap, etc…

🕷 artists i like: café tacvba, mitski, mj, bts, the cure, mazzy star, siouxsie and the banshees, christian death, kendrick lamar, sade, bauhaus, gustavo cerati, sza, the smiths, buck-tick, horror vacui, jack off jill, metro boomin, megan thee stallion, the cranberries, sisters of mercy, korn, tv girl, soad, malice mizer, thee sacred souls, the sundays, slipknot, erykah badu, luis miguel, jeff buckley, echo and the bunnymen, depeche mode, deftones, the cardigans, bmth, 2pac, clan of xymox, cocteau twins, tyler the creator, mcr, guns n' roses, lamp, little simz, she wants revenge, type o negative, etc…

(yeah, it's a long list but bare w me)

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so, yeah! i'd say that's it for now.

if anyone wants to talk, my dms are always open. i like meeting new ppl ^-^

anyway, welcome to my blog! ⊹

[heimamas]

wait guck you im actually going to name even more than you without looking at yours bc your list seems small

saw: Bathroom trap

Reverse beartrap

Wire trap

Nude candle trap

the drill chair trap

shotgun hallway tra

zep poison trap?

saw ii: Venus fly trap

poison gas house trap

gun-door trap

oven (obi) trap

needle pit trap

razorblade arm trap

bathroom trap pt.2!

saw iii: bathroom trap pt. 2 continuation

angel trap

the rings dude in the classroom trap "aLl hE hAd tO Do"

freezing nakey lady trap

shotgun collar trap!

pig pool trap

the rack

saw iv (love this one): the blind x mute tragic yaoi trap

TIED UP HOFFMAN TRAP GYATT🤩 (ig eric matthews is there too on ice or sum)

claw trap (Art)

when is cecil knife trap?

hair pulling gone wrong trap

pervert guy ew blind him trap

the abusive husband x wife combo trap

saw v (the sexual tension between 4-5 sheesh, cant have one without the other): PUT HIM IN THE FISHBOWL trap

tied up Hoff shotgun chair trap🩷

5 person teambuilding collar trap

4 person explosive cylinder trap

3 person electric bathtub trap

Pintshipping trap🩷

Coffinshipping trap🩷

saw vi: weight in flesh trap

asthma trap

age + health + ratio noose trap

carousel? trap

steamy room trap

ehhh acid live or die trap

GET JILLED HOFFMAN (modern reverse bear trap)

saw 3d: reverse bear trap pt.2 continuation

racist car trap

jill tweaking dream trap (imagine mark penetrating a woman lmao as if)

hanging cage trap

speak no evil trap

see no evil trap

hear no evil trap

tooth trap! (love teeth)

weird top surgery trap

oven trap pt.2 but Supernatural S1E2 woman and very unfair

bbygirl jill reverse bear trap :(

OH MY GOD IM BACK IN THE BUILDING AGAIN (bathroom trap schrodinger hoffman ver.)

Jigsaw (this movie is so😴): idk theres the plot hole trap

Spiral: TRAIN TRAP🚂🚃🚃🚃🚃🚃🚊🚉

finger trap

spine trap

glass trap (pete)

puppet drain trap

Saw X: Fake eye ball vacuum trap (this opens up so many possibilities to what actually is real or not in canon)

arm bomb trap

BONE MARROW trap (they could have given her like 10 more seconds come on she cherished her life gawd🙄)

brain yummy trap

radiation trap

no hala blood boarding trap

gas room trap (how could they let her live hoffman would not let all that slide)

ID CALL THAT EPIC BAD LUCK TRAP

1. whoo im done! im going to scroll up now and compare!

2. ahhh i completely forgor the lawnmower and love triangle turned yaoi trap! also op actually knows the proper names gj i could never😂

3. its kinda weird how few traps there are in every movie but together there are so many waaa

4. i reread my prologue and it came across as mean, im sorry but i was typing fast as not to read the original post. Forgive me i just wanted an excuse to write up the ones i knew too, like a brain exercise 👁️👁️

Every saw trap i know :

Reverse bear trap

Bathroom trap

Flammable jelly trap

Razor wire maze

Nerve gas house

Furnace trap

Razor box trap

Needle pit trap

Classroom trap

Angel trap

The rack trap

Ice block trap

Scalp seat trap

Glass coffin trap

Water box trap

Collar trap

Mason jars trap

Electric bathtub trap

10 pints of sacrifice trap

Reverse bear trap 2.0

Shotgun carousel trap

Oxygen crusher trap

Pound of flesh trap

Lawnmower trap

Love triangle trap

Brazen bull trap

Silent circle trap

Horsepower trap

Laser collar trap

Bucket head trap

Grain silo trap

Wax boarding trap

Marionette trap

Blood boarding trap

Eye suction trap

Brain surgery trap

Radiation trap

Bone marrow trap

Shotgun collar trap

Dont ask how i know this many lol

[creepycombo]

[devilmaycry5]

I REALLY wanna make a YouTube video about women in Survival horror games but idk where to start? Not something like “they are the better protagonist” but idk how to phrase it, maybe that they have scarier sections in games because of the whole “helpless” factor with stereotypes? Idk how to phrase it in a “non-offensive” way.

I was explaining it to my friend and using RE4 as an example. You play the game as Leon but it switches over to Ashley for a bit, which seems a bit scarier because she’s “helpless” (i.e. no weapons) so she’s more vulnerable. But my friend’s boyfriend was like “nah I wasn’t scared at that part give me more examples.” And I was stumped. All I could think of was Fatal Frame/Haunting Ground but that has a culture clash with Japan and how they view women. Idk it’s a whole essay idea I would LOVE to make into a video but idk how to properly phrase it or what kind of message I would be trying to say

[creepycombo]

[creepycombo]

Regina Watts, Babysitter Bloodbath AU where Jill doesn’t die and her and Sarah become an item because that’s what my life has come to.

Sarah headcanons:

Turned into a major edgelord after the whole incident.

Takes up smoking cigarettes at one point to try and relieve her stress and has regretted it everyday afterwards.

Wears two bandages on her middle and pointer fingers to stop them from potentially staining her skin.

Skips classes and takes a lot of sick days because of her poor mental health.

Can’t look boys in the eyes anymore because of what happened to Jack and still carries survivors guilt from that night.

If she didn’t spend the majority of her time daydreaming before she sure as hell does now.

Sleeps with a gun in her bedside draw.

Jill headcanons:

Has permanent scars on her stomach from Burr’s attack and they’ve greatly effected her confidence, even if she doesn’t show it most of the time.

The sight of bloody meat makes her feel physically sick.

Had to start getting lifts to school from her dad due to her car having been sabotaged during the night Burr came for them.

Sleeps with a gun and baseball bat next to her bed.

Sarah x Jill headcanons

Jill confessed to Sarah when they were both smoking together at Jill’s house during a high-as-a-kite stupor.

Sarah immediately felt guilty after realizing she was attracted to another girl and it was up to Jill to chill her out.. A kiss worked.

Sarah traces Jill’s scars with her fingers when they lay together. She just started doing it subconsciously one day and Jill found it comforting..

Due to Sarah skipping classes due to her poor mental health from the Burr incident Jill tries come over to check on her when she can when she knows she feels like shit.

When Sarah brought her motorcycle she got an extra helmet for Jill.

Jill was still nervous as fuck getting on that thing and clung to Sarah for dear life the entire ride around. Sarah was laughing at her.

They don’t act all that differently around each other after becoming lovers. They still call each other ‘bitch’ and ‘dude’ and mess around like you would expect friends to.. the only difference is that they make out sometimes.

So, they’re easily able to keep their relationship a secret, for now...

Additional headcanons

Billy and Sarah are still in touch and reconnected after the incident about a week later when he returned her jacket to her after leaving it at the house.

She decided to make that jacket her motorcycle jacket.

Sarah wanted to quit babysitting altogether but Mr and Mrs Johnson had to ask Sarah to come back because Billy didn’t want a different babysitter he wanted Sarah.

She agreed.. but they had to drop him off at her house. She wasn’t going back to the Burr house ever again.

Sarah is now basically the big sister Billy never had and he loves her.

He got to ride on Sarah motorcycle without being scared, so now he has the right to call Jill a scardy cat.

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Fresh Wounds

Despite Sarah still being stuck in the motion of disbelief, hope fuelled her every step.

“You’re friend’s still alive.” had said one of the paramedics that arrived at the scene that, “We’re doing the best we can but her condition is severe.”

How? Sarah counted the stab wounds, saw the light fade from her eyes and heard her last breath as she slipped away into the beyond. It almost felt like a sick joke to be told something that she felt from the bottom of her heart wasn’t true.

Jill had managed to hold on for so long. She was a true fighter, but she was only flesh and bone and couldn’t outplay death like God or some kind of otherworldly being.

But the frustration Sarah wanted to feel at the mere notion that her eyes had lied to her was overwhelmed by the overflowing hope she needed to feel for her friend.

Sarah hadn’t been able to sleep the night prior, but not from the uncomfortable hospital bed that she had been made to stay in, nor the terrible nightmares of the vacant smile of Burr’s clown mask coming back to her in her dreams to finish what he started.

Neither was it the thought of the mental trauma that night had inflicted on poor Billy. Or even the death of Jack, who, until the police arrived, had been completely erased from her memory.

All she could think about was Jill.

Her name drove her forward down the white and blue hallway, passing rooms, darting her head left to right at each number that hung above each door like a dog watching a ball going back and forth.

She was looking for room ‘273′ that was the room that the nurse that had been tending to her had directed her to. Sarah still able to remember the look of sympathy on the woman’s face as she watched her limp out of her room as fast as her torn muscles would allow her.

She was getting close and as the numbered doors reached, ‘262′ she had began to count them. Each number she passed coming out as a whisper, her pace subconsciously quickening, as if each new number she read gave her a boost.

As if the closer Sarah got to Jill the more stronger and determined she became.

“268.” she breathed, her heart thumping in her chest.

“269.” Sarah began to feel light-headed and almost reached out to brace herself against the sterilised wall, almost...

“270.” she pressed onward, too far to take a break now.

“271.” her breath got caught in her throat.

“272.” the number came out as three slurred syllables before she reflectively sucked in air from between her teeth so she wouldn’t collapse.

The words, ‘Two seven three.’ never left her lips. As she found herself standing at the door’s side, she froze. As if she hadn’t planned what she would actually do once she reached her final destination.

The obvious answer would be open the door, practically throw herself at her best friend and just cry for awhile as Sarah listened to Jill making fun of her for being such a crybaby. Sarah wanted that more than anything.

Just to hear Jill’s voice one more time and a thousand more times after that, but something in her mind flashed before her eyes.

The sight of Jill’s eyes fading and the feeling of her hand going limp in hers. Sarah clutched the door handle with loose fingers and put what felt like her entire body-weight on top of it, even though in reality it was barely enough pressure to actually part the door from it’s frame.

The door creaked open all the way until the handle came into contact with the wall, but Sarah didn’t step into the room, she just stood without movement as her breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat.

Jill lay on her back in the hospital bed opposite the door. Her head raised slightly, her expression of exhaustion livening into a delayed expression of shock.

Sarah stared back with a similar expression. As if she was looking at a spirit or something else entirely. She couldn’t speak, she only looked on as if urging Jill to say something to her.

Confirm it was actually her she was looking at.

Something.

Anything.

And after a prolonged silence, she did.

“You look like shit.” said Jill, smiling a petite smile as Sarah let a crooked grin spread across her own face.

Sarah wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but still, it was good enough for her. Though just because Jill was injured, didn’t mean Sarah was going to take that comment laying down.

“Says you!” she blurted out through a sob that she hadn’t even felt coming until it was too late, stumbling into the room like a sad drunk.

In a way it was kinda funny. Here Jill was, having survived God knows how many stab wounds to the abdomen, able to laugh and joke, albeit with effort. While Sarah was on the verge of collapsing from doing something as simple as walking down a hallway.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep and anxiety that was finally getting to her.

“Sarah you’re freaking me out standing there like that! Don’t tell me you’re turning into a bogeyman too.” Jill visibly stifled her own laughter at her own half-witted and half-breathed remark, her body almost convulsing as she coughed.

Jill winced.

Sarah moved closer and finally settled herself in the chair at her friend’s bedside as she brought her hand to rest on her shoulder.

“How bad’s the pain?”

Jill scoffed, “See for yourself dude.” She then proceeded to pull the sheets off of herself, revealing the white and grey-spotted hospital gown she was dressed in before reaching around to a white string that precariously hung off it’s side.

Sarah watched as Jill undid the knot with a gentle tug from one end of the string before she pulled the bottom half of the robe open to reveal her bare stomach to her friend.

Sarah’s eyes widened, a shaking breath filling her lungs at the sight of blue stitching that decorated Jill’s entire stomach as if she was homemade doll.

Some of the wounds were small but very clearly deep, while most seemed almost barely skin deep. The longest running cut went from the bottom of Jill’s left rib all the way down right side of her waist right above her thigh. The loose ends of the suturing sticking outward like barbed-wire at any and every angle.

“Pretty gnarly, huh?”

Sarah didn’t respond. She leaned back in her seat, that horrible night replaying itself in her mind. Jill called Sarah’s name, but she couldn’t hear it well over the sound of her own blood rushing through her ears and was only snapped out of it by, ironically, Jill snapping her fingers in front of Sarah’s face.

“Sarah! Earth to Sarah! Do you copy?”

Sarah shook her head to orientate herself, sniffling slightly, “Yeah, I hear you dude.”

Jill rolled her eyes, “Jeez, bitch- I nearly die and you still don’t listen to me when I’m talking to you. Seriously Sarah, what am I? Chopped liver?”

Sarah knew Jill’s tone didn’t mean to come off as harshly as it had, but it still sent a wave of guilt through her. She looked exhausted, her eyes were ringed in grey and seemingly struggled to redo the knot to her robe, fumbling with it before she finally cursed under her breath and ultimately gave up.

“Dude, you look really tired. Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“Nah, you can stay.” Jill drawled, “Not like I’m getting any sleep anyway. Shit hurts too much...”

“Can’t they give you, like, painkillers or something?”

“I mean- yeah, they did. I felt fine when I woke up! But apparently taking too much of it can kill me, so I can only have so much.”

Jill let out a shaky breath before rolling her head to look up at the ceiling, her glazed eyes staring vacantly into nothing.

“It’s hell.”

Watching Jill slowly transition from making sarcastically-snide comments to solemn confessions of pain was jarring for Sarah to listen to. Like carnival music playing in reverse it just sounded wrong and both of them soon fell silent, if only for a few moments.

The grip Sarah had on Jill’s shoulder lightly tightened and Jill turned to look at her as Sarah fumbled for words.

“Hey- do you want me to get you anything? I could get you some water. There’s a vending machine just down the hall.”

“Sure.”

Jill’s voice was grim and her breathing was deep. She couldn’t be bothered to hide her pain anymore, it was too much effort for her and besides she knew Sarah wasn’t an idiot. Sarah probably knew her better than her own parents did. No scratch that, Sarah definitely knew more about her than her own parents did.

Which if anything just adds to the relief she had over still being alive, even if she didn’t exactly feel alive at this moment in time. Who knows what Sarah would’ve revealed to the world if Jill didn’t somehow manage to effectively cheat death.

“Aight, hang tight bitch.” Sarah said, earning at least a little smile from Jill as she stood from her chair.

“Don’t get lost!”

“Don’t tempt me!”

Sarah’s voice echoed into the hall, her eyes falling onto the vending machine as the last syllable left her mouth. Two dollars and fifty cents for a bottle of water? If this wasn’t for Jill she wouldn’t have even bothered. It has to be a crime to charge water for that high of a price when there were cans of soft drink in there for less.

Sarah fumbled with her wallet, emptying out a few coins into the palm of her hand before depositing them into the machine and once again, her mind began to wander.

What’s she going to tell Jill about Burr? How is she supposed to explain that this fucker, somehow, managed to get away. It sounded worse the more Sarah thought about it, how it would sound to Jill to almost hype herself up over hacking with him up with an axe before hitting him with the Johnson’s car, only to reveal that it wasn’t enough...

If all that couldn’t get rid of him, Sarah greatly doubted that the cops in this town would be able to.

The sound of the water bottle falling from it’s pocket jolted Sarah from her daydreaming, sighing as she reached down to grab it. Just thinking about Burr put her in a state of anxiety and paranoia.

“Jeez- just calm down, Sarah.” she told herself as she began the short tread back to her friend’s room. It felt significantly shorter this time around, no door counting, no racing heart, no nothing. Which made Sarah feel pretty silly for acting how she had the first time coming through this hallway, but at the same time, how could she not?

She did think her best friend was dead after all.

Sarah let herself back into Jill’s room, her glazed over eyes and vacant expression turning into a forced grin. Not that Jill didn’t want to smile, but being in pain made it almost impossible for any emotion that came out of her to be positive one.

But still, as Sarah passed Jill her water, Jill breathed a cheeky, “Thanks babe.” before turning to sit up and open the bottle cap, taking care not to lean forward on her stomach and just keep her back against the headboard to avoid causing herself anymore discomfort.

Only once the cap was off did Jill realize just how dry her throat was. Hoarse from screaming Sarah watched as Jill completely upturned the bottle and began to guzzle it down greedily.

“Fuck, Jill, thirsty much?”

Jill didn’t respond, leaving Sarah to only watch as the bottle creased and water bubbled before Jill finally pulled the bottle away from her mouth for a breath and set it in her lap, over a third of the water now gone within a matter of seconds.

Jill grunted and leaned her head back against the headboard with her eyes closed, hiccuping once before her head rolled to the side to face Sarah again.

“Feeling better?”

“I guess.” Jill belched and allowed herself to re-settle, the taste of vending machine water not the only thing that remained sitting on her tongue.

“So, what happened to that motherfucker? Did I kill him?”

Sarah held her breath before the full question had even left her lips. Jill’s voice was laced with audible spite from what that monster had done to her. Sarah couldn’t blame her. It was clear she was in agony. Neokalus Burr, this demon had convinced her- convinced both of them that she wasn’t coming out of that house alive that night.

Yet still, despite Sarah being well aware of the question’s eventually inevitability, she was still somehow unprepared to answer it.

And with Sarah’s silent frown, Jill took the words straight from her mouth.

“Is he alive?”

Sarah’s frown turned into a scowl, her eyes shifting off to the side like a guilty child. That feeling of rage that had possessed her to hack at Burr’s back with that axe coming back in isolated snippets.

Jill shook her head, slowly, but it picked up gradually, “No.” she said, “No. No. No. No. No- How can that be? I shot him!? Didn’t I?”

Sarah sniffled, tears of rage trickling down her face, “You did.” she said, “But it wasn’t enough.” she took a deep breath, “Nothing was enough.”

Jill felt the rage radiating off of Sarah. At first, that’s all it was. Just rage, but as the intensity of her expression intensified Jill found herself caught in a swirling cacophony of sorrow, fear, disgust and pain. As if there was a dial inside her head with a pointer, each segment containing an emotion, but unable to pick one to choose and so it just spun continuously with no end.

“Dude, what the fuck happened while I was out?”

“When you- when you-” Sarah winced recalling the memory, “After you shot Burr, the fucker just came back.”

Jill just barely managed to mutter the words, “How?” before Sarah intercepted with a loud, “I don’t know!”

“I don’t fucking know- So, I got up and swung at him with my axe! I brought it down again, and again, and again-” with each repetition that Sarah made her voice devolved further from speech and further into cries, clutching her head in her hands she heard Jill calling her name.

Sarah didn’t keep her waiting this time. She lifted her head and looked into her eyes, waiting for her to speak as tears rolled down her cheeks, but soon came to the realization that it wasn’t so Jill could have a turn to speak and rather to keep Sarah from pulling her own hair out.

Jill had a hold of both of Sarah’s shoulders and when Sarah had finally broken out of that grasp of insanity, she let out a sob followed by a pitiful whine.

“Jill, I’m tired. I don’t know the last time I slept was. I don’t think I’m ever going to fall asleep again because I’m scared I’m just going to wake up to him standing over my bed.”

Flashes of phantom pain coursed throughout Sarah’s body. Her own stab wounds reignited and the cuts left by the thorn bush and broken glass began to tingle. It was like there was termites under her skin, trying to bust out through her scar tissue, but ultimately failed leaving them to squirm with no way out.

“I’m so sorry that I got you roped into this-”

“Bitch, shut up! Shut up. It’s not your fault.” Jill’s hold on Sarah tightened as she brought her into a hug.

“None of this was your fault! It’s Burr’s fault! You didn’t kill Jack! You didn’t do this to me you big dumb hoe!”

Sarah was silent for a moment, leaving Jill in anticipation. Expecting her continue this blame-game until she would need to call Sarah’s parents and have them come pick her up, but she didn’t, instead the silence persisted until a barely audible murmur escaped Sarah’s lips.

If it wasn’t for the fact Sarah’s head was right next to her ear, Jill probably wouldn’t have even heard it.

“I’m never going to leave you again...”

Jill fell silent too and for a moment they both remained still until Jill jump-started the world around them back into motion as she leaned back against the headboard of her hospital bed, taking Sarah with her as she did. At first, Sarah was hesitant but ultimately joined her, her head laying against her best friend’s chest. The sound of her heart putting her at ease.

Sarah remembered what L.T Breaker had said to her before she was sent to the hospital, ‘You’ll be safe there.’ She still heard his voice clear as crystal and before she had doubted him, hell, she still doubts him.

But right now, in this moment, maybe. Just maybe, there is hope.