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"Slashers wouldn't date trans people or cis men and if they do it's ooc."

Dating cis girls would also be ooc for them, but that doesn't matter in the slightest! Don't like something in canon? In the trash it goes! Bend canon to your will! That's the joy of transformative fandom! We're all weirdos pining over fictional murder men, so just chill out and stop being homophobic and transphobic and let people have fun.

If you are a trans/mlm slasher fan, you're valid as hell, you funky folks. You deserve more love in this fandom and I hope you're having an awesome day

( ˘ ³˘)♥

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Well in this economy, these kinds of details can mean the difference between life or death or hot sexy death. 

As soon as Mikey is able to grow a good bit of chest hair, slap some duct tape on it and rip all the hairs out when you yank it off

then auction the hairy tape off to slasher simps like it’s gamer girl bath water ez cash

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I’m in the first trimester of making a slasher OC. (Wish me luck) Drawing isn’t something I practice on a regular basis so the sketch phase is taking a bit. He doesn’t have a name yet but he listens to a lot of black metal and he’s convinced that the solution to global warming is to sacrifice passers by to Volos with a sword.

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I feel a way

At the beginning pf the year, I started my very first fanfic, You Don’t Make Good Life Choices: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22325761/chapters/53329435 I worked really hard on it and I enjoyed making it but I’m a person. A physically and mentally disabled person with things in my life. Things that take priority over writing porn for free. 

At one point I felt like I had some kind of responsibility to finish it. I tried to force myself to finish it even though I had no energy, no inspiration and literally no will to live. In late late April/early May I tried to kill myself but for some fucking reason, I felt like I owed people an explanation. So I wrote a note apologizing and explaining that there wouldn’t be an end to the story and inviting other people to finish it themselves because I fully intended and expected to be dead by now.

But here I am, after a week in a hospital and finding out my dad has less than five years to live. I got charged roughly 4 thousand dollars to be dragged back into the world just so a police officer, neglectful nurse or a plague can have the pleasure of killing me themselves. 

A world with people who respond to free content and (let’s be honest) a suicide note like this:

Now that I’m doing better, I realize how ridiculous it was for me to feel guilty about not torturing myself so that strangers could jack off to my free content. 

If you liked my story, thanks, you have 24 hours as of this post before I delete it because I am so fucking disgusted. I am going to finish the story. It will be the best fucking thing I’ve ever written with cameos from and references to more slashers and more porn and no one will get to see the finished story in its entirety without my personal permission because I don’t want Puffgirl1952 or 92AlexM to ever have the opportunity to enjoy it.  I’ll make a post when it’s done and I’ll give people access to it as I see fit but I swear these two insensitive assholes will never see it.

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She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s a total basket case. 

not really slasher-related but @ anyone else with time to kill: this picrew is super cute 😭 here’s mine, reblog with yours if you like!

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I see that and raise you Marie Kondo standing before a trembling shell of a man and asking The Collector whether or not this particular victim sparks joy. 

Hoarders but it’s The Collector’s torture hotel

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do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It

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Collector x Chromeskull x Reader

I’ve never written a fanfic before but new year, new me. It’s stupid long. I did not intend for it be a fucking book but it is. It’s got porn and what I personally consider to be humor. The reader is described as a college student with (brace yourselves) black features. Be the change you want to see, yeah?  It’s a work in progress so like, expect updates at some points. Enjoy or don’t. I’m having fun writing it. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22325761/chapters/53329435

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If the character is in his 40s, has killed at LEAST 50 people, could snap me in half but won’t, looks like he hasn’t slept in like 3 days, has a rough n deep voice, dark messy hair, tall and muscular

Chances are I’ll be horny for him.