#blame chucky

[sigyn-foxyposts]

Between Chucky and Buddy, which was your favorite character design?

Ooh, decisions! if I had to pick between Chucky and Buddy (from the 2019 Child’s Play remake), I’d go with classic Chucky all the way. Specifically scar face Chucky.. he is so special and iconic to me!! ✨ (Don't get me started on his ghost/human form..)

[my-fall-from-grace]

order of the cats passing around the stanley cup:

sasha

schmidty

seth

nosek

vanny

aj

jesper

THE BABEY MACKIE

balinskis

megna

cormier

the man the myth the legend sergei bobrovsky

marchy

kulikov

ekky

reino mr dick trick himself 💅

benny OUR mvp leading goal scorer

chucky

forsy

swaggy baby <333

evan (that name on the cup AGAIN)

mikksy

lousty

lundy

gadjy

sturm

zito

pomo

[hack-n-slasher]

Does he look like FishLips Hoffman with long hair? Maybe... Did i do it intentionally? Nope xD I've never drew him ever, only John...*shrugs*

But I promise this is human Chucky alright!

[catnamedoggy]

No, Chuck! That's not a science book! Put it back!!!

[streets-in-paradise]

Hot take: Chucky should’ve been the one to possess Jennifer Tilly instead of Tiffany. I read this one post where Chucky used to be a theatre kid in high school, and I absolutely loved that headcanon. Even if that headcanon weren’t canon, Chucky would definitely be better at acting than Tiffany. He’s a master manipulator, so acting would be pretty easy for him. Plus, I think he would’ve been more smart with Jennifer Tilly’s money than Tiffany.

You know what? You are so right.

If him possesing a woman was a considered possibility all along, then it should have happened there. Not only he would have handled the Jennifer Tilly situation better, because he is better at manipulating and smarter with money, the concept becomes way more funny if Chucky is pregnant. He would be a very convincing Jennifer Tilly, more successfull than what we see Tiffany did, but he would also have gone through pregnancy and I wonder how that would have affected his performance as her lol.

The whole point of Seed of Chucky was insane, unapologetically hilarious camp, right? Chucky going through pregnancy is something I definitely would have liked to see from a comedy perspective.

[fairchilds-glasses]

I know it doesn’t explicitly state this but still

[morganandtheemorgana]

The moment Tiffany’s lawyer tries to poke holes into Nica’s story and tries to discrediting her pain, trauma, and story with that said lawyer having the audacity to say everything that happened was “consensual” and proceeds to try to make it appear as if she “manipulated” Tiffany, Andy straight up defends Nica with him backing up her story and telling that lawyer at a time of recess how dare she tries to make it appear everything was Nica’s fault with him being there by her side with Kyle standing among them until Tiffany is sentence to death.

[chucktdust]

I hope that one day Dustin understands how much people love and care about him ❤️‍🩹

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Damnit, she remembers the strawberry preserves incident! Randall blushed with a little grin, recalling him telling her the story long, long ago, just as his mother had recounted it to him with great fondness and amusement: How he managed to somehow get his hands on some freshly-made preserves his mother had just jarred and downed the whole thing, getting himself plenty sticky and smeared with strawberry in the process.

"Oh, it was plenty of fun!" June snorted, shaking her head as she thought back to that sunny spring day-she leaves the room for two minutes, and her son makes an absolute mess of himself and the kitchen counter. "I just remember him sitting there on the counter, all big-eyed, with strawberry...everywhere! His clothes, his hair, the countertop, oh, it was a mess!"

"And he'd just had a bath too!" Wilhelm added, as he looked to his son-who was looking a bit like a strawberry now, given the way he was blushing. "Junie and I had given him a bath after breakfast, I went out to grab something from the corner market, and when I come back, she's got our boy back in the tub!"

He was deeply bewildered by that: He looked at his son, peering out at him over the side of the tub, and then to June, who was dropping a set of red-stained clothes into the hamper, commenting with a hollow laugh, "You won't believe what your son did!"

As Wilhelm continued to regale Emily with some of Randall's other misadventures, June couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to give Emily back that taste of her favorite berry. She had to drink blood to survive, but would it still be possible for her to enjoy what she used to love, all those years ago? Could there be a best of both worlds, she wondered?

[canadian-as-puck]

Oh, look who liked this super awesome post from the NHL.

[hoshifighting]

      jeon wonwoo as ghostface

— self-explanatory title.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, fingering, penetrative sex, public-sex, halloween/trick-or-treat setting, mentions of body fluids (cum), mentions of alcohol (beer)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

it’s halloween night, and you barely get off the couch before the obnoxious ringing of the doorbell has you grumbling under your breath. “fuck’s sake, it’s way too late for this,” you mutter, swinging open the door to give some half-assed apology to whoever’s outside. except, what you see makes you pause, lips twitching in disbelief.

“really?” your eyes sweep over the trio standing there. wonwoo in a full ghostface costume—at least, you assume it’s wonwoo—tilts his head in that lazy way of his, towering in that black robe, seungcheol grinning like an idiot in his chucky outfit, and then there’s chan… dressed as pikachu.

you cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow. “aren’t you guys a little too old for trick-or-treating?”

wonwoo tilts his head to the side, that creepy ghostface mask just staring back at you while seungcheol laughs, giving chan a light shove forward. “we know you’ve got something for us,” seungcheol says, his voice casual, teasing.

“and i’m not giving you candy.”

“oh, we know,” wonwoo finally speaks up, his voice muffled through the mask. something about that deep tone hits different tonight, and you swallow, trying to play it off. it’s not the time. definitely not the time.

“beer work?” you roll your eyes, already stepping back to let them in.

“now we’re talking,” seungcheol grins as he brushes past you, chan giving you a quick thumbs up before following suit. wonwoo lingers, his tall frame blocking the doorway for a second longer than necessary, and you can feel his eyes on you through that mask. it’s unsettling… in a good way.

“you coming in, or are you gonna stand there all night?” you challenge, keeping your tone casual as you move into the kitchen.

he doesn’t say anything, just steps inside, closing the door softly behind him.

“didn’t know ghostface was such a creep,” you mutter, grabbing a few beers from the fridge and cracking one open for yourself. you hand the others to seungcheol and chan, who are already making themselves at home on your couch, flipping through your tv channels like they own the place.

wonwoo’s still standing there, leaning against the counter now, that damn mask still on. he doesn’t take the beer when you offer it, just watches.

“you not drinking?” you raise an eyebrow.

“might later,” he says, low and quiet, like there’s a double meaning behind his words. your stomach tightens. you blame the beer.

seungcheol’s already yelling at chan for hogging the remote, the two of them bickering like kids. it’s easy to ignore, but wonwoo? not so much.

“what’s with the mask, anyway? trying to freak me out?”

he cocks his head again, slow and deliberate. “you scared?”

you scoff, taking a long sip from your bottle. “you wish.”

wonwoo pushes off the counter, stepping closer, and your heart picks up. he doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of you, the space between you almost nonexistent. you can feel the heat radiating off him, even through that damn costume.

“maybe i do.”

your breath catches in your throat. for a second, you wonder if you’re imagining things, but the way he’s staring down at you—you know something’s different tonight.

you’ve known these guys for a while. they’re neighborhood friends, yeah, but you’ve never seen wonwoo act like this. there’s always been a tension, sure, some light flirting here and there, but this?... hmm you had this feeling in your gut.

“what, you got some kind of halloween kink or something?” you joke, trying to ease the tension, but it falls flat when he doesn’t laugh.

instead, he reaches up, slowly pulling the mask off, and your breath hitches. his dark eyes lock on yours, and you realize there’s no going back from this.

“maybe,” he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, “or maybe i’ve just been waiting for an excuse.”

an excuse? to what? you almost laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, but the way he’s looking at you, the way his gaze drops to your lips—it’s like he’s been waiting for this moment all night.

you bite your lip, meeting his gaze with a defiant look. “and what makes you think i’m gonna let you?”

his lips curl into the smallest of smirks, and before you can say anything else, he closes the distance between you, one hand gripping your waist, pulling you against him. the other comes up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“because i know you want me to.”

the arrogance in his voice would usually piss you off, but tonight? tonight, goes straight to your pussy. fuck, maybe he’s right.

“cocky bastard,” you mutter, but you don’t pull away. in fact, you lean into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his costume.

“you have no idea,” he breathes, before his lips crash into yours.

it’s rough, frantic, and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. his hands grip your waist harder, pulling you against him like he can’t get enough.

his hands move down to your ass, squeezing the meat through the soft fabric of your shorts, making you gasp against his lips. “shit, wonwoo,” you breathe, feeling the warmth of his touch sear through the thin material. you’re already on edge, nerves buzzing under your skin, and he knows exactly what he’s doing—taking his time, working you up until you’re practically shaking.

“these shorts… they’re killing me,” he mutters, voice low in your ear as he grips you harder. “you didn’t think i’d notice?” his fingers tug at the hem of your shorts, just enough to tease you, before slipping down, grazing your thigh.

“didn’t think i’d be giving you a show tonight,” you say, but it comes out breathier than you intended, the words barely a whisper as his hand slips under the leg of your shorts, fingers brushing dangerously close to your bare skin. no panties. fuck. it’s like he knew, like he’s been planning this all night.

a groan escapes his throat when he realizes, pulling back just enough to look at you, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “no panties?”

“got a problem with that?” you challenge, but your voice wavers when his fingers brush between your legs, just barely skimming your clit. your body reacts on instinct, hips jerking forward, seeking more of his touch.

“not at all,” he says. “just makes it easier for me.”

he doesn’t wait for a response, doesn’t give you a chance to say anything smart before he’s pushing your shorts to the side, his fingers finding your wetness with ease. the first touch is light, teasing, barely there, but it’s enough to make you bite down on your lip, stifling a moan.

his fingers press against your slit, dragging up to your clit, making you squirm in his grip. you’re hyper-aware of how close the others are, the sound of seungcheol and chan still bickering in the background, the tv blaring—any minute, they could turn around, see what’s happening, but the risk only makes it hotter.

“you’re soaked,” wonwoo murmurs, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers circle your clit in lazy strokes. “you like knowing they could see us, don’t you?”

you shiver at his words, legs trembling as he works you open with those skilled fingers, teasing you until you’re desperate—more desperate. “shut up,” you manage to hiss, but the way your body arches into his touch betrays you.

he chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck before sliding one finger inside you. your walls clench around him, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from making any noise. but fuck, it’s hard—especially when he’s moving like that, slow, deep, curling his finger just right.

“fuck, wonwoo,” you breathe, hips grinding down against his hand, chasing the friction.

he adds another finger, stretching you, his pace picking up as he fucks you with his hand. it’s messy, the wet sound of his fingers slipping in and out of you filling the space between you, and you’re doing everything you can to keep quiet, but it’s fucking impossible.

his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing circles while his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that has your vision going blurred. “feel good?”

“yes!” you gasp, hips moving on their own, grinding against his hand. you’re so close already, the tension building fast and hard in your core.

“think you can stay quiet?” he asks, his tone teasing, though there’s an edge to it. he wants you to be loud, to give yourself away—but he also knows the thrill of keeping it a secret, the tension of holding back.

you’re about to answer when he pulls his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss. “wonwoo, please—”

he doesn’t give you time to beg, spinning you around and pressing you against the counter, his chest flush against your back. you can hear the soft clink of his belt being undone, feel the hard press of him against your ass, and your pulse skyrockets in anticipation.

“you’re gonna have to stay quiet for me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he pulls your shorts to the side, lining himself up at your entrance. “think you can do that?”

“y-yes—” you barely get the word out before he’s pushing into you, filling you completely. your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out—just a sharp inhale as your hands grip the counter, knuckles white with how hard you’re holding on.

“so fucking wet baby,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he bottoms out inside you. “god, you feel so good.”

you’re struggling to breathe, your body trembling. it’s too much, too good, and you’re doing everything you can to keep from making any noise, but it’s so fucking hard when he’s moving like this, slow and deep, each thrust making your knees buckle harder.

“wonwoo—” you gasp, but he cuts you off with a hand over your mouth, silencing you.

“shh, can’t have them hearing you,” he whispers, his voice rough in your ear as he starts to move, each thrust harder and faster than the last. “unless you want them to see how needy you are for me.”

your walls go clenching around him as he fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely masked by the noise from the tv. you’re so close, the tension in your belly coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

“fuck, that pussy was made for me,” he grits out, his grip on your hips bruising as he slams into you. “gonna come for me?”

you nod, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge, his hand still pressed over your mouth, muffling the desperate moans you can’t hold back anymore.

“good girl,” he groans, his pace relentless as he fucks you through it, his hips slamming against yours with enough force to make the counter shake.

the orgasm crashes over you suddenly, your body tensing as the pleasure rips through you, and you’re so close to crying out, the sound muffled by his hand as you come undone around him. your walls pulse and clench, and you can feel him losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic, sloppy.

he curses under his breath, his hands gripping you harder as he buries himself deep inside you, his own release following quickly after. you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with the slick cum, and it takes everything in you not to collapse right then and there.

he pulls out slowly, letting out a breathy groan as he steps back, leaving you panting against the counter, your legs shaking.

“we should… probably get back to the others,” you manage to say, voice hoarse.

“yeah,” wonwoo says, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice as he leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder. “but i think they already know.”

you whip around to glare at him, but he just smirks, pulling his ghostface mask back on before heading back into the living room.

as you follow, trying to fix your clothes and compose yourself, you catch chan’s knowing smirk and seungcheol’s raised eyebrow.

“didn’t know it was that kind of halloween party,” seungcheol teases, making you roll your eyes.

“shut up,” you mutter, grabbing another beer from the fridge and sinking down onto the couch, heart still racing.

“whatever you say,” chan sings, winking at you before turning back to the tv.

[soapyghostie]

Hi! It's the Chucky anon! Here's my request <3

Chucky has murdered reader, but now she is stuck following him around as a ghost. She isn't like... an unstoppable evil, she just messes with him since she has no other option. Something like...

Chucky, whispering: "Don't you fucking dare..."

Reader, looking at him dead in the eye: (shatters a vase alerting the potential victim)

She has a lot of fun teasing him even when he is not out for the kill, so they end up warming up to each other during the moments where she doesn't try to frustrate his schemes

Thank you again! <3

Sorry for when I had to reject your request because my inbox was closed at the time. Also, I’m sorry you had to wait so long for me to write your request Chucky Anon. I’ve been so busy with finals and finishing up the Track and Field season that I haven’t had time to write. 😫 However, I hope this was worth the wait. Hope you enjoy!

Charles ‘Chucky’ Lee Ray

It’s been several weeks since Chucky killed you. The police had already uncovered your body, ran tests, identified that it was a murder, sent you off to the morgue to get you cleaned up for your funeral, and buried in the ground. Now here you are in all your glory, haunting his ass for all eternity. At first your ghostly presence initially terrified him. You can’t blame him because wouldn’t every killer’s worst nightmare be getting haunted by their victims??? Anyways, however, as time goes on, he begrudgingly starts to enjoy your company, finding it less lonely than being on his own. 

When you discover that you have the power to manipulate objects, it’s all over for Chucky. You are constantly pulling pranks on him, like rearranging his possessions or making strange noises at night. Chucky would be like: “I’m pretty sure I left my knife right here… where the hell did it go???” While you are snickering, knowing damn well where you hid it (on top of the cabinet where his short midget ass can’t even reach it). 

You often play tricks on Chucky to prevent him from completing his kills. This sometimes even inadvertently saves his potential victims in the process. Such as when you accompanied him on one of his killing sprees and he caught you staring at a vase, knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Don’t you fucking dare…” Chucky whispered threateningly and you just stare him dead ass in the face, shattering the vase anyways. Let’s just say that his victim got away that day.  

Although you reluctantly accomplice Chucky and assist him in his schemes, you love to sabotage them for fun. However, You often feel guilty about the innocent lives Chucky takes and you struggle with your role in enabling his actions. Due to that, you sabotage his schemes whenever you can (you have fun at the same time doing it though).

Despite all the pranks and tricks, you and Chucky develop an odd bond through shared experiences and a dark sense of humor. He’ll often find himself venting his frustrations and insecurities to you while seeking your advice and your companionship in moments of loneliness.  

Despite the close bond you and Chucky created, you secretly long for peace and closure, hoping to find a way to move on from your ghostly existence. Due to that, there will always be tension between you two, as you never forgot that Chucky is ultimately responsible for your death.

[but-a-humble-goon]

The dumbest thing about people blaming movie characters for just not knowing what genre they're in is when there's supernatural elements going on. You the viewer know who Chucky is but if you're a character in a Child's Play movie and there's a string of gruesome murders happening where there's a kid's doll inexplicably present at the scene of every crime, it actually isn't the next most logical course of action to just assume the doll is possessed by the soul of a dead serial killer. Literally any other explanation no matter how unlikely is still empirically more sensible to go with than that.

[silvershewolf247]

@cult-of-dollbabies He's still mad about the GoodChucky bs.

Andy when he meets Chucky!Jake

[la2yn0va]

Not a request but I just wanted to talk about the sadako post I really enjoyed it and wanted to talk about it like if the entity just let's sadako keep reader in her own little spot of if the reader is apart of the trials and how both sides interact with reader

Sadako x Male Reader—Pt: 2

Type: Headcanons.

Warnings: It’s dead by daylight and a horror character, take a guess.

Notes: I’m treating this as a request cause I’m bored

Sadako x Male Reader

———

The entity will ABSOLUTELY force you into trials. You’re not staying here for free. Despite sadako’s protest, she can’t do anything to stop the entity.

But, since they do have a good relationship, the entity only throws you into about 2-4 trials a month. Be thankful a demon is obsessed with you.

Sadako doesn’t allow you to leave her little ‘demission’. She knows damn well the other killers will try some shit to you when they see you. And well, she also just wants you to herself forever, you know, yandere ghost/demon shit.

The Doctor might experiment on you, clown WILL drug you, blight will inject you with a blighted serum, and all of them would either stab or bash your skull open.

But, the entity does what the entity does. So it forces you to go to the killers and survivors camp. Killers are shocked that SADAKO of all killers, has a lover. Let alone the entity allowed you to stay.

Everytime the entity makes you go to the killers camp (or whatever hub is used for killers) sadako is ALWAYS 1 nanometers near you. She isn’t letting them touch you. Talk? Sure, but just know she hates it when you don’t give HER more attention.

Let’s break this down in some categories

Tier 1–Don’t care about you: Wesker, Nemesis, Micheal, Trapper, Wraith, Hag, Frank (Legion), Demogorgan, Pyramid Head.

Tier 2–Low interest: Julie (Legion), Freddy, Chucky, Deathslinger, Twins, Knight, Skull Merchant, Huntress, Houndmaster

Tier 3–Interested: Artist, Nurse, Susie and Joey (legion), Vecna, Dracula, Trickster, Ghostface, Kaneki, Spirit, Oni, Plauge, Pinhead.

Tier 4–Seeks to harm/kill you: Doctor, Hillbilly, Clown, Singularity, Unknown, Springtrap, Blight, Pig, Dredge, Xenomorph(s).

Those who don’t care about you, rarely interact with you.

T2 people are interested on your existence, like why’re you ON the killers hub as survivor? But they also don’t approach you much. Mostly due to the hassle that is dealing with sadako when approaching you.

T3 people are like T2 but approach you more out of interest. Could they get a person in the realm if they ask?

T4 is self explanatory.

Survivors

Now the survivors on the other hand ARENT friendly with you. Well most of them. But can you blame them?

A survivor who is the significant other of a killer, of SADAKO, isn’t gonna be liked by the survivors.

The only survivors who’re somewhat open minded are Rebecca, Kate, Nicholas Cage, Ash Williams, Vittorio, Adam, Bill, Feng, Jane, Zarina, Mikaela, Sable, and Yoichi.

The others are either passive aggressive or aggressive.

But, they do ask you to ask sadako to at least go easy on them and let them escape when she’s killer. They try to bribe you with offerings they’d usually give to the entity.

Sadako is NOT for it, at all. And neither is the entity. So even though sadako denies this fuckass request, the entity would simply erase the memory of the survivors asking you to do that once you approach sadako.

Pass times

Things you do in the realm are limited. With most of them consisting of;

Cuddling sadako, bonding with bondable killers/survivors, watching sadako’s trials, participating in trials, Act out scenarios with sadako like the good old days, and sometimes get a phone to watch videos with, by begging the entity.

The entity also would try to manipulate you into becoming a killer, while sadako would, and I mean WOULD as in WILL slowly mold/force you to became a killer.

Alright, that’s all I got. Was this one better cooked than the last one?

P.s.: I stream on twitch/youtube — la2yn0va

[midnight-blue-goth]

What do you think of Duncan and Gwen as the parents of scary girl (Lauren)? what kind of relationship would they have?

They are basically like this:

No, but seriously… This is one of my favorite headcanons ever. I love Scary Girl so much, and she fits so well as Gwen and Duncan’s kid. Pale skin from Gwen, light blue eyes from Duncan, and the whole alternative vibe? Match. Even the dolls Gwen had in Total Dramarama looked just like her:

Though from the moment she’s born, Gwen and Duncan are nervous. There’s already a murderous glint in her eyes, and they know they’re in trouble. As a kid? She’s basically Chucky in pigtails 🤣 Suuuper chaotic, creepy, and way too comfortable around sharp objects. Lauren was definitely odd from the start, and they both knew it.

But at the end of the day? They adore her. She’s their little chaotic Wednesday. Gwen just gives her a bigger knife.

Gwen lives for their horror girl bonding time. They watch all her favorite scary movies together, go to monster conventions, and even visit haunted museums. 

Halloween Horror Nights is their Disney lmao. They love going to scary parks, and Lauren’s dream is to work there one day, dressed up and scaring the crap out of people, like this:

Oh, Lauren’s aesthetic? Pure Gwen influence, sorry Duncan lmao She started off stealing her mom's clothes constantly, until Gwen finally just gave her a whole wardrobe’s worth. That classic choker Lauren wears? Yeah, that’s Gwen’s.

Duncan caused trouble for fun. Lauren? Same, but make it psychological. With Duncan, I feel like she would teach her how to break in, or open a lock. You know that she will use that. A dangerous combination.

Duncan’s a hands-on guy, good at building, breaking, and customizing stuff. Lauren might have picked that up in a creepier way. Like, she makes her own horror props, or modifies her toys into unsettling little monsters.

Maybe they have a shared workspace where he’s helping her rig up haunted house effects... oh my god, yes! Trapdoor mechanics, or DIY jumpscares for Halloween.

She 100% has a pet reptile. A snake feels right. Maybe even one with a gothic name like "Lilith" or "Hex." (I accept names recs)

Their house is straight-up haunted style—black details, bats hanging everywhere, creepy paintings, and skeletons in the corners. So of course Lauren thinks she’s normal and everyone else is weird. Can you blame her?