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[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Leverage Redemption: Consider me influenced

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(2ND) SLASHERS MASTERLIST!

JOE GOLDBERG

Male Reader

You’re My Bro—Wait, What? Summary: Joe is fed up with you calling him all names under the sun—bro, dude, man, friend—but never something that consolidates all that you are or rather the relationship you have cultivated.

HANNIBAL LECTER

Male Reader

Bound by Obsession, Bound By Obsession Pt. 2, Bound By Obsession Pt. 3 Summary: Hannibal detests his patient Franklyn, yet why does Hannibal entertain the pig's illusion of friendship. Oh, yeah, because he's become quite enamored by his cousin, you. Pathetic, Excessive, Needful, Docile REQUEST: Imagine m!reader being in love with Hannibal. An oblivious man who never saw his red flags only to find out that he's being used as a leverage to get Alana Bloom for one of his plans. Sure, he loved the reader but he had to get to his plans first. Unfortunately, (let's just say Alana is a bitch on this story) and like rubs it in his face that she's the one Hannibal chose (and says that no one would even love a mentally unstable man like reader) Say You're Sorry And Mean It Summary: So, you know how Will continues therapy with Hannibal after he gets out of the BSCI (or however you spell it) . Well, I always wanted Will to be more angry, see more of his violent emotions towards Hannibal rather than falling further for him. So, that's where this idea came to mind: male reader seeking an apology while showing Hannibal he isn't some pawn on his chest board. Poor Imitation Summary: Franklyn Froideveaux didn't need an introduction—even if Hannibal was a firm believer in patient confidentiality—you knew the man had a huge obsession with your husband. However, rather than igniting jealousy within you, it provided you with endless entertainment. Till We Meet Again Summary: Hannibal has experienced death—from the lives taken by his own hands, from the slow bleed-out of his lineage—but always, at every turn, the personification of death has looked on and become a source of comfort and companionship. Assumptions Summary: Just because your boyfriend is older than you, that doesn't mean he's your sugar daddy or you're some kind of escort. And even if you scream it from the rooftops, there will be some people who preposition you. Hannibal isn't too happy about that. The Unlikely Confluence REQUEST: Hannibal x male reader who is seemingly not that bright been getting away with murder for a LONG time (primary targets r pedos) and 1 night when Hannibal is disposing a body he sees reader doing the same by making it seem like the most recent victim simply died in a cave system? Caged Appetite Summary: Hannibal feeling caged and declawed when he's content with a significant other. So, he lashes out because he never truly let himself adopt another routine (other than murder.) Just Hannibal dealing with emotions not so well. Even Death Cannot Separate Us Summary: Hannibal accounts for everything—he's the great master puppeteer, someone who deems himself godlike—however, you always manage to surprise him. Falling with a terminal illness, Hannibal struggles with being unable to do anything and watching his love wither away. Therapy Works (Well, Kinda) Summary: You thought going to couple's therapy would be beneficial in solving your arguments with Hannibal, however, when they suggests time apart, it doesn't end well...for them. Midlife Crisis REQUEST: male reader x Hannibal and they are basically the same right and they been married for 20 years but recently the reader started to be less elegant and more reckless he made a man cave in their nice furnished house started to eat hot cheetos even leaving crumbs in their bed. And the worst part is he got a ps5 at his big age (the reader and Hannibal around same age.) How Hannibal would react seeing the most elegant smartest man he knows turn into a man child.

Gender Neutral Reader

Even Monsters Have A Soft Spot Summary: When one thinks of Hannibal Lecter—sophisticated, has a refined taste, intelligent—are merely some words that come to mind, so it surprises even him when he becomes bespoken by an individual who's the complete opposite. You Are Free To Leave, But Know This... Summary: You had enough—determined to end your relationship, you assumed Hannibal would react more to your confession, however, he merely nodded and let you walk through the door. He knows you'll come back; this was merely a lapse in judgement.

HANNIGRAM

Male Reader

My Reflection REQUEST: Hannigram x Male!reader who is constantly staring into mirrors, arguing with themself even if others are around? You, Me, and Him Summary: Will has developed an obsession for you—someone who tethers him to normality when his empathy become too much. Hannibal recognizes this and, like the puppet master he is, begins to push Will into accepting his dark side and ultimately takes both you and him as lovers. You Remind Me Of Someone Dearly Pt. 1, Pt. 2 Summary: Hannibal isn't taken aback by anything anymore—his life has been filled with experiences that built him into the man he is today—but during a hospital shift, he's stunned to encounter Mischa again. While the child is of the opposite gender, everything down to their smile is reminiscent of his beloved sister. A parental instinct immediately engulfs the doctor, more so, when he realizes the child doesn't have the best life. Murder Is Our Love Language Summary: So, you know how Hannigram's whole thing is about understanding and feeding into one's dark/immoral side (I can't find the words to explain my brain process, but stick with me). What if Hannigram has a third partner that sees that and enjoys it, but to a sick, obsessive, self fulfilling way. Like, don't get me wrong, they find Hannibal and Will attractive and fuckable, but what gets them going and keeps their relationship alive is murder and tableaus (basically the reader wanting to have a murderer show them their significance through blood and gore.) You're Clearly Mistaken REQUEST: Hannigram with a male reader who tends to psychoanalyze and make profiles of everyone they meet? like they can quickly find out what somebody is like and makes entire mental catalogues of people they meet to be recalled at a later date. perhaps with a photographic memory?

Gender Neutral Reader

Night Management Protocol REQUEST: hannigram x reader who has really bad trauma and it gives them awful nightmares? like reader wakes up after a nightmare and cannot fall back asleep, or be alone, so they just lay in bed beside them. or they go to the living room and stay with one of the dogs.

WILL GRAHAM

Male Reader

A Stray In Wolf Trap REQUEST: May I request some Will Graham x Werewolf Male Reader? I can imagine Will taking home another stray dog he stumbled upon while driving home at night, totally doesn't care that the dog looks more like a wolf than husky with its dark fur... Don't Hide Them From Me REQUEST: Werewolf with will graham but he still has fangs after becoming human and will is obsessed with them?????!?!?!?!? And he has a habit of licking them all the time.

JASON VOORHEES

Male Reader

New Caregiver... (And Lover) Summary: Pamela Voorhees manipulates the male reader into being Jason's caretaker, because (bless her soul) she knows she won't be here forever. So, while giving this male reader attention and 'motherly' love, she unknowingly gives Jason a bride. And because the male reader is so preconditioned to tend to another person they're like 'okay. This guy is definitely crazy but also kinda hot...'

NORMAN BATES

Male Reader

Rugged 'N Handsome REQUEST: You had pulled up to the Bates Motel with no destination in mind. Norman isn't all that used to seeing, much less interacting with people of your 'aesthetics', however, he finds himself much drawn to your certain charm and bluntness.

STU MACHER

Male Reader

She's The Bad Guy, Not Me REQUEST: Male reader being manipulated by Stu into killing Sydney under the guise of saving him. Plus, Stu convincing reader that it was Sydney along with her father who committed the murders.

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hellooo :) I love your hcs and I was wondering if maybe you could write like (nsfw??) hcs for lie Jason, chromeskull, and Asa? Like they capture a police officer s/o and how they would treat the s/o. It’s okay if it’s just like one instead, (if you even do this xdd) but overall your writing is so ?? Amazing.

Slashers with captured!police!S/O (Nsfw)

Slashers x gn!Reader

Requests are closed! (For now)

I’m so happy to hear you like my writing omg!! That means so much T T

Jason voorhees

Jason doesn’t have a set view on police officers, whilst his mother taught him they protect citizens and put criminals away he’s still not fond of them. Considering the police did nothing to help when Jason was essentially murdered he’s not too happy about interacting with them.

Jason was nervous and jumpy in the early days of your meeting, convinced you were only trying to get close to him to turn him in, why else would you ever attempt to bond with someone like him? (Incorrect, I love jay) this meant that your little rendezvous only ever happened in the woods of crystal lake or the campsite, never in Jason’s home, he needed some sort of privacy and to feel like he had some leverage if it did turn out to be a ruse.

Thankfully after weeks of reassurance and even showing him you left your phone in the car when you visited he began to trust you. Learning you genuinely just wanted to know him and there was no ulterior motive opened the floodgates within him. Jason has a lot of love to give once he’s happy to be vulnerable with you. Jason has never had many friends or family in his short life, so the ones he does have are held very closely.

You found out quickly that cuffs weren’t something that would even be helpful against Jason should you want to subdue him for whatever reason. You once put him in them as a joke after he’d been eyeing the shiny metal hanging from your trouser loops. It may as well been string the way he snapped them like it was nothing, hearing one of his traps being set of and instantly snapping the cuffs in his haste to move. Once he’d realised what he’d done his face darkened cutely in embarrassment. The sight of Jason blushing in cuffs is something you could appreciate.

Using cuffs is less of a physical restraint and more of a show of submission with Jason, sure he could snap them and not break a sweat if he really wanted to, but he wants to be good for you, pliant for you. It’s almost like the cuffs signify that he can let go, pass over the power to you for the evening. Watching him squirm under you whilst you work over his cock feels filthy and you can’t get enough. He groans and tugs against the restraints, frustrated from your teasing but not enough to break free and have you scold him.

If it’s been one of those days where Jason is particularly riled up the cuffs might not be enough. Teasing him when he’s already wound up tight may lead to him snapping the cuffs and fucking you into mattress < 3

Chromeskull (Jesse cromeans)

Jesse was less than pleased to see you. Police officers were his least favourite people, always on his trail and in his business though thankfully never quick enough to catch him. Imagine his surprise when he found a police badge in his new piggy’s possessions that he’d confiscated. It made his heart pick up in a strange way, palms sweaty from the danger of it but equally interested in the thrill.

It became apparent he wanted to put you to good use, sending multiple videos of you bound and weeping to the precinct as some kind of sick taunt to the officers you used to work with. He knew it was a risky move but couldn’t care less, to delighted in the idea of your past coworkers opening the file with baited breath, only to see you bound, bruised and totally submissive to the man at large. He imagined it made them sick, seeing you shake as he runs the knife under your chin, boasting how he caught one pig, and soon he’ll have the rest at the station.

Jesse was quick to press you for information when you first came into his possession, wanting any useful evidence the station may have against him. You were considerably less stubborn with a gun pressed into the underside of your jaw.

Unsurprisingly Jesse is partial to weapons in the bedroom, namely the same gun you arrived with. He finds it amusing how the power is literally in the other hand now, gloved fingers gripping the trigger. Some videos he makes are to be kept in his private collection, the camera on his shoulder recording every moan and yelp that leaves your mouth.

Jesse will grab your jaw and manhandle you to look into the camera, prompting you to degrade yourself for his and the imaginary audiences pleasure. “I-I’m a stupid piggy who got caught, now I’m nothing but a stupid slut for daddy” your eyes are wild from the gun wedged into your hole, slowly being fucked in and out by your owner. It’s unloaded but he would never tell you that, loving the pure terror that paints your expression when he adjusts his finger on the trigger.

Asa Emory

Your capture and subsequent placement in the collection were meticulously planned, what’s a better warning/taunt to the cops than one of the head officers on the case seemingly going missing overnight. Originally you were just supposed to be used as bait and discarded quickly after, not a fan of having police this close to his place of operations.

This didn’t end up being the case, Asa fell in love with the irony and power play of it, the head officer once on his case now a mindless pet below him. He took every opportunity to taunt you about this, how humiliating it was that you’d fallen this low, sitting like a well trained mutt at the feet of the enemy.

Asa takes a lot of joy in dressing you up in your blood stained uniform, reliving the moments he spent breaking you down, ripping the fabric and forcing your tie into your mouth to muffle your cries.

On the opposite side of this once he trusts you enough he lets you in on his fantasy of being caught and dominated, finally apprehended and fucked into the sheets like a slut. Cuff his hands and slam him against the wall, tell him he has no where to run and won’t be leaving without being handed to the station unless he lets you use him to get off. Point your gun to his head whilst he chokes you down, thighs crushing his head.

[ciaossu-imagines]

How about Mashle for the slasher AU casting?

Send me an X and 5 characters and I’ll tell you who would be:

The Survivor

Obviously this one is going to be Mash. Not only is he the main character of the movie, and we all know that in classic slasher fashion, the main character always survives, but it’s just so hard for me to imagine any situation where Mash dies. He gets out of all these really insane situations just through muscle power alone. There’s definitely a scene where the killer is chasing him and Mash just picks up something that should be highly implausible for him to be able to pick up (let’s put this in a school setting; the killer is chasing him through the halls of a school and Mash just picks up a vending machine like it’s fucking nothing and chucks it at the killer) and then you see the killer just barely dodge it but the killer is kind of just standing there in shock. You hear a ‘what the fuck’ from behind the mask and then the killer turns around and runs away because they don’t really want to deal with that shit. They still want to try to kill Mash, but they’re going to find other opportunities where they won’t be as likely to die – maybe get him into a place where there’s less dangerous projectile’s.

The Culprit

Going to go with something obvious but still very fitting for the Mashle fandom. The main culprit is still Innocent Zero. I say main because Innocent Zero is someone who likes to get others to do the dirty work for him. He is very charismatic and he’s able to get people on his side. He builds something almost cult-like, with people willingly, slavishly under him and those people under him all wear the same mask and costume so that it looks like it’s all one killer. However, as Mash and his friends keep taking down costumed would-be killers, it becomes more clear that there’s plenty of these fucks and the big mystery of the movie is finding who is really behind all this and having the final show-down with them.

The First Victim

The first victim actually opens up the movie. It happens before we even meet Mash and his friends, something to really set the scene and introduce the killer. You see Claude Lucci in a classroom, a female student with him (let’s say Lauren Cabasse). There’s some obvious hanky-panky going on between this teacher and his student, where he’s leveraging some kind of physical relationship in exchange for her getting good grades. The camera pulls back, letting us know that we’ve been seeing all the lead-up through the school and this scene through the masked killer’s eyes. The killer sneaks up behind Lauren, who is on her knees in front of Claude, who has his head thrown back and his eyes closed. In a brutal killing, the killer cuts Lauren’s throat so deeply that she’s decapitated in a second. It takes a moment before Lucci realizes what happens but when he does, there’s a lot of screaming, a lot of panicking and trying to get up and run away. Caught with his pants down, he trips over himself, giving the killer the opportunity to slowly stab him, over and over and over again.

The One Who Almost Made It

While Mash won’t be the only person to make it out alive, there’s a couple characters who survive a lot longer than you thought they would and that you end up really starting to root for. You become almost convinced that they’re going to survive the entire time. Tom is definitely that character in my mind. He’s silly and fun, but strong enough that you become convinced he might actually make it. In the last half-hour though, he dies in a surprise scene, protecting the others. It’s very touching, but with just a hint of comedy due to an amazing final line from him that will go on to become a meme among the fans of the movie.

The Comic Relief

It’s a strong tie between Dot and Lemon. Both of them are so over-the-top as people, in different ways, and they’ll provide some of the most iconic lines of the movie. I think some watchers, when it comes to Lemon, will end up hating her though, despite how funny she can be, and will cheer when she dies. When Dot appears to die though, everyone is pissed.

The Genre Savvy

Finn is definitely the genre savvy in the movie. And it’s not that he’s even genre savvy because he’s not. He hates horror movies. He’s the type of person who hides behind his hands or a pillow while watching them or finds excuses to leave the room while watching them – oops, they’re out of popcorn, he needs to go get some more, or he needs to use the bathroom. Horror movies terrify him and make him want to cry. It’s more that he’s the genre savvy because he has the most common sense. There’s a killer loose, praying on the students of the school, and everyone decides that they’ll wander around the school in the dark, way after-hours? Finn has enough sense to be like ‘this is a really, really, REALLY stupid idea, we’re all going to die’. Someone wants to have a massive, unsupervised party while all this is going on? Obviously that’s a recipe for disaster and Finn is going to call that. There’s actually going to be some suspicion, with how often he calls the fact that someone will die, that he's the killer but really, he just has more than two brain cells to rub together.

The Pretty One

It’s Ryoh Grantz, who in this AU appears as the detective in charge of investigating all these murders that are happening. He definitely has a shirtless scene, just to show off his beauty even more, where he offers his shirt to Lemon, who had had her shirt slashed in such a way to offer fanservice. He’s definitely pretty front and center on all advertising material, despite dying before the movie ends, just to draw in more people by capitalizing on his beauty.

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Queer Sports in Film

Despite the wishes of audiences, the past decade of cinema has been mostly pretty pedestrian. In the nineties and early 2000s, the mid-budget film for adults was a widespread industry and actually saw some of the best films to come out in those decades. For a long time, Mulholland Drive was considered the best film of the 2000s, but a lot of those films had a lot more mass appeal than Lynch’s experimental masterpiece. But it goes back earlier than that. In 1976, Rocky was made for a budget of 1 million, which adjusted for inflation would now be considered quite low-budget, but at the time was mid-budget, and it spawned a franchise which increasingly left behind its working class themes in lieu of the type of rivalry and dedication to getting as muscly as possible which dominates the world of boxing. The most prominent thing about Rocky, especially in its later years (aside from its anti-communist streak) is its homoeroticism, which may or may not have been conscious. Still, Rocky 3-5 are dominated by montages of muscle-bound men working out, occasionally punctuated by Carl Weathers strutting about in a sharp suit, the camera showing close-ups of unbelievably jacked arms pumping iron, striking punch bags, or shadow-boxing, which is somewhat mimicked in the sport itself. The average boxing match has more grapples and high passion than most rolls in the hay. In those days, the homoeroticism was never over, but I think the creators of them were aware that they were leveraging the films to appeal to two audiences: gay people and ultra-masculine boxing fans, and there was likely a crossover between those two fanbases which may account for its popularity even as it became less well-made and more generic. 

In 2024, though, those days are long in the past. Mainstream cinema has embraced homoeroticism. From Jason Statham vehicles like The Mechanic to the teen rom-com stylings of things like Love, Simon, Hollywood has embraced queer culture. But perhaps aside from horror (which has a long history of queer academic study) few films have embraced homoeroticism in the way the sports film has. Luca Guadagnino has long been interested in queer culture, and this year, with Challengers, he’s brought the queer film back to its roots. Although it’s described as a “romantic” sports drama, it’s only a stone’s throw from being an erotic thriller. After all, it does have its own kind of femme fatale (played brilliantly by Zendaya), and her character plays the traditional role that one would in a time when that archetype was fashionable, causing social and political tensions and simultaneously making the two male characters realise their latent homosexual feelings for each other while making it hard for them to act on that feelings, but Guadagnino doesn’t have that issue, with his camera mainly being interested in O’Connor and Faist’s often well-oiled muscles.

Ten years ago, this might have been something which was a cult classic with the queer community and an amusing curio for straight, mainstream audiences, but in 2024 a film which, on the one hand, eschews straight romance but on the other, allows itself to be sexy. It’s an area in which straight people have been traditionally well-served after decades of racy slasher films and b-movie erotic thrillers which, if they had any queer context, it was buried under several layers of irony or was what you’d generally describe as subtext but more realistically describe as a cheap effort to engage a wider audience (much in the way modern Marvel films do). It’s early days yet, but there’s a possibility, especially when Guadagnino has the William Burroughs adaptation Queer coming out this year too. In short, straight audiences have been treated for far too long–it’s time for us gays to get our dues.

-- Fran

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How the Slashers would react to their S/O Kicking/Hitting them for snoring to loud.

Slashers: Jesse Cromeans, Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ only!!

Request From: @redhead993939

Michael Myers:

It’s always a rare occasion when Michael relaxes enough to sleep, but when he does, it's nice; although you could tell when he sleeps, his body is always tense, like he could jump at any moment from the slightest sound. But this night was different; he was deep in sleep, which caused the loudest snoring you've ever heard just in natural reflex when you heard all your ex’s snores before you always hit and or kicked them, so that's what you did you kicked him in the shin you immediately thought to yourself “Oh fuck.” that you just kicked a murderer. Michael instantly wakes up, turning to face you, glaring, almost looking into your soul. “M-Michael, I'm so sorry it's a force of habit.” He grunts at you in annoyment, not breaking the eye contact, one of his hands grabbing each side of your cheeks pulling you in close to his face. At this point in the relationship, he feels comfortable taking his mask off in front of you, so he always sleeps with it off. But with one hand gripping your cheeks, he leads you over his thighs, sitting up to give himself more leverage. “Michael?” He grabs a hand full of hair, pulling your head back to look at him. You watch as his other hand raises; you know you messed up big time. He lays solid smack to your bare ass; it stings, but at the same time, that stinging feeling felt so good. He lays three more smacks; you are completely dripping at this point, and he knows this. He takes his index finger, running it across your entrance, then you could feel the pressure of his first knuckle sliding inside but pulling it out, doing this a couple times, he then grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you off of his thighs and laying back down his backed turned to you. You sat there in shock. Did he seriously tease you? I suppose that's your punishment for kicking him for snoring. He'll be tenser when he sleeps, at least for the next couple of nights, and you'll need to cuddle up close to him and promise not to kick at him again.

Jesse Cromeans:

Sleeping with Jesse was always lovely, even though it was somewhat of a rare occasion with how his business trips go, but when you two do share a bed, he'll snore just a little for some reason tonight though he snored like a freight train. You couldn't take it anymore. You went from covering your head with the pillow, and once that didn't work, your old habit of kicking and or hitting all your other exs came back. You laid a fist on his forearm, jolting him awake he bolted up, looking around, then to you, glaring with a crooked eyebrow, you laid there still. “I-'m sorry... It's a force of habit.” your apology wasn't enough. You just would him up for snoring and waking him up in the worse way possible. He reaches a hand around the back of your head, grabbing a fist full of hair pulling you closer to him, his eyes not breaking contact with yours. You really shouldn't have done that Y/N, but to your surprise, you felt his other hand lay on your knee, moving in closer to your pussy, grazing your clit over your panties. He did this a few times, all while biting and sucking at the sweet spot on your neck. He knew doing this enough; you'd come close to your release, and right when he knew you were about to cum he stopped abruptly, letting go of your hair. “J-Jesse?” you plead for him to let you finish; he smirks his smirk, giving you the answer that he didn't he wasn't going to allow you to finish, and you'll have to sleep or at least try to with the overwhelming sensation to cum knowing that if you do you'll have it worse later. Now, why did you have to go and hit him like that, Y/N?

Thomas Hewitt:

Sleeping with Thomas was always great; yes, he snores and honestly quite severely most of the time you slept through if finding it calming but tonight was a different story. You couldn't get an ounce of sleep. You swore he was making the house rumble out of complete frustration kneed him right in the back. He jolted awake, jumping out of bed looking around but only found you. He stood there glaring down at you. “I-’m sorry...” you explained yourself, but that didn't help your case. You knew he snored, but you're just now having a problem with it? And of all things you knee him? So the one thing he thinks of is to repay you for that kind gesture. He grabs your forearm, pulling you off the bed, and with one smooth move, you're over his knee. He flips up the back end of one of his baggy shirts you are wearing to bed, exposing your bare ass. “Thomas!” you yell out, not expecting this from him, but he's tired and needs to show you a lesson not to do that again, laying hard. Solid smacks to your ass, not rubbing your butt after to help the stingy sensation. Once your butt is bright red, and your whimpers are getting louder, he stops, pulling the back end of the shirt back down and helping you to bed. He grunts at you almost as a warning to never do it again. You apologize and snuggle in close. Finding it hard to sleep for another reason your butt was hurting so bad!

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Omg whoever that sent in that ask on a survivor reader being smort enough to kill the killers yet still play the position of prey has the best ideas cus now I wanna see that for all the killers. Like dang. The way you wrote their interactions with the Trapper, Ghostface and Shape is really gucci owo

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Entity give that survivor reader “special privileges” or sth because of how well they understand and play the game, even more so because I get the feeling this kind of reader might be one of those who are smart enough to figure out how to leave the Entity’s realm. So the Entity might be tempted to make a bond with said reader to keep them trapped with it while also exerting more control over what they might reveal.

Sorry for the long ass post haha been stewing over the idea of having a cunning trickster like survivor reader for a while. You know like those kind of ppl who somehow manage to outwit demons or other supernatural creatures when it comes to making deals or playing games of a sort. It kind of switches up the whole usual prey-predator dynamic in a spicy way which makes it interesting to think abt. :3

I’m glad you enjoyed it! And whoever the person was I do thank them as well, as I thoroughly enjoyed the idea! Read more info below of my own ideas ab that!

(Also don’t hesitate to send me long posts, whether it be for requests, talking about one/ideas, I really do enjoy talking to people!)   vvv

We all know The Entity is smart enough not to pass up something such as an authentically intelligent survivor. Especially one who knows of the supernatural and the way it works. If the reader was to be able to find an escape, they’d be the one to have the upper hand, using their knowledge as leverage to get what they want. It’d also be a big casualty for her with the loss of one or all survivors, both for entrainment and studying purposes.

With that being said, a ‘bond,’ would definitely be placed on the table. The Reader and Entity probably share each other's secrets with the belief that neither would dare rat the other out. Which, if you're being smart, you wouldn't try something like that. As the Entity is the darkness that lurks in the shadows of your surroundings and within the crows.

Of course, even if she did betray the reader I don't doubt that it was nothing but lies being shared. As if you play your cards right, there is no point in exposing your truth and manipulating your enemy to learn theirs. So all of the info would be false or part of these fairytales.

I've thought about it once before that there's a possibility that The Entity does have a weakness. Which, if we involve the need for sacrifices it's probably some sort of necessity of death for power. Meaning that's why she might be so disappointed when a Slasher either kills with their weapons or gets little to no hooks during a trial.

As no finishes done by their skill doesn't count as a direct sacrifice. No sacrifice = no power.

(I take it as the soul = power as well, so when Survivors are determined to survive their soul is stronger. Meaning their sacrifices are more valuable which is why more gifts may be given. //It’s a big reason why leaders are authentically important in trials//)

If you were able to figure that out (whether it be that or another idea), you would be something that she thoroughly can't risk getting rid of. As even if you tried there's a stubbornness in your soul that will possibly lead you back to the Realm. That's a risk that would ruin their entire life(s) work.

To you, it is a win as you’ll probably be able to force more blessings (luck) over your head.

POSSIBLE SKILLS:

I’ve talked about a skill that utilizes the fog and sight of bonds, ‘See Evil,’ as it was called. It’d probably be the most helpful and maybe even shocking thing to experience the first time around, probably a sudden trigger during one of your trials against some random killer. It wasn’t really thought out other than just some sort of sight thing for stealth.

I’ve also thought of something like ‘OVERWHELM’, ‘Apex Predator’ or ‘Intimidate.’ (Name/Rename it as you wish). It’s a skill usually used when going against Slashers but can sometimes be triggered with strong emotions. (That meaning you can cause the heartbeat sort of sound and/or Spine Chill to trigger).

The skill allows a sudden switch of roles or feeling of overbearing fear to flood over anyone in your proximity or whoever may had made eye contact with you. This completely freezes those nearby for a couple of seconds. (Time, Ability + Other, depends on mastered level)

This also gives the reader the ability to overpower those who may have strength gained by the entity. (Which would be the only real reason the reader could kill someone a authentically stronger (w & w/o their buffs). ex: Pyramid Head, Nemesis, Oni)

But, I also never really think the Reader could kill those stated even without their buffs. Especially Pyramid Head (as he is canonically one of the strongest) if it doesn’t involve the entity’s help. However, if the reader is smart I don’t think they would even try to kill The Executioner or provoke him. It’s a death-wish waiting to happen due to his abnormal free will from The Entity.

General || The Reader

With the skill and wits of survival, death is something that is probably to never be expected of you. Even if you have a bond or connection with the entity, you know you can limit your abilities, both in knowledge and soul. However, a sacrifice (certain death), is out of your control.

That being said you're a shuffled deck that has Lady Luck practically praying to you.

This doesn't mean you've never experienced death before. If you are taking a sort of Hunter! Reader into play, I don't doubt that they‘ve experienced possession, exorcisms, death, hell, and things similar. Just another book of knowledge that makes them a better survivor.

I know you probably weren't expecting this! But I do like the concept of a powerful reader. Not entirely in the means of magical abilities, though just life-changing knowledge. Many people, if they were thrown into the realm, would highly give up on the means of escape. That is simply the form of reality. However, if you can write about a reader who dwells in fear just enough to seem understandable then have them branch into surviving, then do it!

[fernweh-writes]

Hi dear, I was wondering if you could do headcanon about slashers having s/o, who is really insecure, that she is not pretty enough, doubts herself and is afraid that she is not worthy of them.. So basically some comforting fluff? 👉👈

Some of these are kinda nsfw. Mostly just Jesse and Asa’s though.

-Fern🌿

Michael Meyers

Michael was a person who didn’t understand social cues and had no clue how to deal with people and their emotions. But he’s also a stalker who is good at observing people and you’re the love of his life.

He notices the way you look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes so sad and also so filled with hate at the same time. Your eyes always focus on the same parts of you and it’s like he can almost hear the criticizing thoughts in your head.

Today as you stood in the mirror your hands squeezed your sides, wishing that your waist was small like all those models on TV and magazines. You wish you looked like the girls you noticed Michael always looking at, the kind of girls he always seemed to admire.

You were so busy glaring yourself down you hadn’t even noticed Michael walk up behind you until he was setting his hands on top of yours. His mask was still down over his face, so your eyes met the empty dark holes of it in the mirror. You had only ever seen him without it once before.

Spinning around in his arms, you turned to look up at him, “You’re being extra sneaky today, I didn’t even hear you unlock the door.” He didn’t look down at you, his head still tilted up, watching you in the mirror. The fact he didn’t acknowledge what you said made your heart drop.

That was until his hands left yours and crept up to his mask, slowly removing it. His blue eyes searched yours before tilting your chin up and placing a firm kiss to your lips. Without breaking the kiss he grabbed your hips and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you over to the bed.

He planned on showing you just how much he appreciated you and your body.

Bo Sinclair

It was pretty common for Bo to make comments about your body. His sexual comments sometimes made you feel slightly better, like you were desirable. Other times it made you feel like a piece of meat, like all you were good for was a quick fuck.

Bo may be insensitive and he usually never thought twice about what he said, but he was also observant and good at picking up on people’s emotions. He noticed when his comments stopped making you laugh and shove his chest and you began to force a smile that looked more like a grimace. Still, he was Bo, and he figured that if it really mattered you would just tell him to shut his trap.

After some time though he figures it’s best to lay off the vulgar comments and switch on the southern charm. He can sweet talk anyone he wants but he especially loves the power he holds over you whenever he uses that charm against you. You’re so easy to fluster, you melt into him every time he compliments you.

He quickly decides that he enjoys praising you. After all, it seems to make you so needy for him. The fact you seek out his praise just fuels that big ego of his.

Comes up with plenty of pet names. His favorites are definitely darlin’ and pretty girl though. Calling you honey is one of his cheesier favorites. You can expect him to start saying “Honey, I’m home,” whenever he comes home in a good mood. If he doesn’t say it, it’s best to just hand him a beer and let him yell at whoever he decides to be upset with.

If you open up to him about your insecurities he really won’t say much. Bo has never been a big feelings person and he doesn’t know how to do a good job of comforting or relating to people. However, you’ll notice him being extra sweet and affectionate. Just don’t mention it or else he’ll feel the need to be an asshole. He’s gotta keep up hsi reputation after all.

Long story short, Bo isn’t all bad and he can be soft and sweet sometimes.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent saw you as his muse, his goddess, his reason for living and he made sure to always show you exactly how much you meant to him.

He knew your body better than you ever could. His hands had traced every curve, every dip, every perfect imperfection of you and he could always find something new about you to admire.

Vincent knew the parts of you that he hated, so he always made sure to pay extra attention to those parts of your body just to show you how much he admired everything about you. Everything you thought was the worst part of you would quickly become his favorite.

He’s no stranger to insecurity, he grew up in a small town where people loved to talk and gossip. Talk and gossip isn’t much fun when you’re the kid with only half of a face who wears a mask everywhere he goes because his parents didn’t like to look at him. He would rather die than to ever let you feel that way about yourself.

He still has a favorite part of you though and that’s your eyes. They tell him everything he ever needs to know about what you’re thinking or feeling. He’s seen your eyes show how much you hated your reflection to the amount of love for him that was bottled up within you. Your eyes always gave away what you were thinking, which allowed him to be able to swoop in any time you were troubled.

You quickly become one of his favorite things to draw. He no longe needs a reference for you anymore either, he has your whole body memorized. He couldn’t forget anything about you no matter how hard he tried. Even then, why would he ever want to forget something as beautiful and perfect as you.

Brahms Heelshire

He completely understands feeling insecure. After all he had to hide in the walls and cover his face after the fire. He watched his parents love a doll more than they could ever love him. So he makes sure to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are even if you aren’t a blonde. But he doesn’t understand why you feel like you don’t deserve him.

Brahmsy thinks you’re the best person ever, he wouldn’t have kept you as his nanny if he didn’t think that you were perfect. After all you take care of him and handle everything your strange life throws at you.

He’s seen every part of you while hiding in those walls and there isn’t a single part of you that he isn’t mesmerized by.

There really isn’t ever anyone for you to feel lesser than in the manor. After all, it is just you, Brahms, and Malcolm. However, if anyone ever came along and made you feel inferior or undeserving Brahms wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of them. He can’t have you feeling upset.

He’s touched starved and handsy so he uses each and every single chance you give him to explore your body. There’s nothing he wants more than to touch every part of you. He’s in awe of you and he wants to show you just how much he needs you.

He makes sure to express to you that if either of you weren’t worthy of the other it would be him. After all, he got extra lucky for you to have stumbled into his grasp and there’s no way in hell he’s letting you escape.

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not a moment where he isn’t showing you just how much he loves you. Once he becomes comfortable with you, Thomas is surprisingly affectionate. He is not against PDA and the family never mentions it. After all Luda Mae wants grand babies and Hoyt knows better than to anger Tommy. Besides, Luda Mae thinks that the two of you are absolutely adorable.

Thomas is well aware of how it feels to hate the reflection in the mirror and he hates that you could ever feel that way about yourself. He does his best to show you that he sees you in a completely different light than you see yourself in. To him, you’re the sweetest most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth.

The fact you think you don’t deserve him leaves him feeling flustered. He never expected anyone to love him the way that you do. For you to say you’re not good enough for him blows his mind. He’s a murderer and he doesn’t see how you could ever find him attractive. He. Can’t even speak to tell you how much he adores you but there’s times where he really wishes he could.

Whenever you’re having days where you feel more self critical than usual he puts off his chores to take care of you. Hoyt can bitch all that he wants, Thomas is always going to put you first. Will spend all day in bed with you running his hands over your body and placing gentle kisses against your skin.

Listens to anything you have to say. Although he can’t contribute much to the conversation, Tommy is still a very expressive person. You can see the criticizing look he gives you anytime you say something negative about yourself. He’s not above huffing and rolling his eyes either, grumbling anytime you say something that he doesn’t like.

Billy Loomis

It’s no secret that Billy had plenty of people throwing themselves at him. Sure, he never really paid much attention to them, but that doesn’t change the fact that so many people wanted your boyfriend. So, it was easy for you to begin to think about how easy it would be for Billy to find someone better than you.

As soon as you open up to Billy about these things he’s quick to shut those thoughts down. After all, Billy rarely ever let’s people get as close to him as you have. In fact, the only other person that comes close is Stu. Billy wouldn’t have opened up to you if he didn’t think that you were permanent and he makes sure that you know that.

Begins to shut down all your self critical comments as well. Before he just thought you were joking, and in a way you still were, but he knew that you thought there was some truth to your words. He’s basically going to force you to be kinder to yourself whether you like it or not.

Billy can be an ass sometimes, he likes to pick fights, and he can be insensitive, but never would he use something he knows your insecure about as leverage against you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.

Lots of heavy petting and make out sessions whenever your having days where you feel more self loathing than usual. You may not like the person in the mirror but he sure as hell does. He’s gonna make sure you know just how much he loves you and how much he loves your body as well.

Stu Macher

Simply cannot allow you to think that you are anything but the hottest and coolest person on the planet.

Before, it was pretty common for Stu to flirt with the girls at his parties, sometime he could even get kinda handsy. However, as soon as he finds out that you’re doubting yourself, he cuts it out quick. No one could be better than you and he feels bad that he even allowed you to think he could ever be interested in anyone else but you.

He enjoyed showing off but once he finds out your insecure he begins to flaunt the fact you’re his. Points out how many people wish could be him whenever he’s showing you off. He believes that if you see how many people want you but can’t have you, you’ll start to feel more confident.

Stu has always been very affectionate, which includes being physically affectionate. Don’t think that he would ever shy away from PDA either. You point out someone staring at him, jealous of you? Great, he’ll make sure to make out with you right in front of them to prove he’s off the market. Won’t hesitate to feel you up in front of people either cause he’s definitely a perverted little shit.

Lots of cuddling and compliments from him. Also enjoys spoiling you to show you just how much he loves you. Shopping sprees to find clothes you feel confident in become very common.

Jesse Cromeans

For you to not feel good enough for him insinuates the idea he has bad taste, and Jesse does not have bad taste. He will go to any length to prove that to you as well.

His favorite pet name for you is princess because to him you might as well be royalty. He wants you to know that your a treasure to him. Expect to be spoiled with the finest clothes, expensive jewelry, you’ll be living lavishly once your Jesse’s. He sees himself as your protector and provider, prides himself in that fact, so obviously you deserve nothing but the best there is.

Jesse understands what it’s like to be insecure, especially after what Gem did to his face, so he’s quick to shut down any negative comments. He knows how to say all the right things as well so you can expect plenty of messages from him that make you absolutely melt. This man can charm anyone, but he mainly focuses that charm on you.

Likes to dress you up in expensive lingerie and tell you how pretty you are before absolutely wrecking you. Jesse will make sure to praise you the entire time.

Feeling insecure about what his employees think of you? He’ll make you sit on his lap during his meetings just to show you off. If you’re blushing like crazy it just makes him feel more justified in caressing your body while his employees can do nothing but stare at the pretty little thing in his lap. Although, if they stare for to long they’ll no longer be an employee or alive.

Would most definitely fuck you in front of a mirror just to show you what he sees. Look at how pretty you are when he’s absolutely wrecking you, how could he not be in awe of you.

Asa Emory

Do you really think that you would be the most prized part of his collection if you weren’t the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. You’re his favorite pet, he keeps you in his home, in his bed, you don’t get to feel unworthy. Although, the fact you feel like you don’t deserve him would fuel his god complex.

If you’re having a hard time with your insecurities his rough touch will turn into gentle caressing. It’s a rare occasion so make sure to savor the moment.

He notices when you’re feeling upset. Asa knows that being away from you so much gives your mind more time to run rampant. So whenever he’s been away longer than normal he makes sure to indulge you a little bit, even if he is busy. Expect him to let you sit in his lap while he works on grading papers and assignments that he’s gotten behind on. Occasionally he’ll rub your back as you snuggle against his chest. He’s allowed to be soft sometimes to.

Admires everything about your body and he makes sure you know it. Gently caresses and kisses every part of you, especially the parts you’re insecure about.

Much like Jesse, mirror sex is 100% on the table. Asa would love nothing more than for you to see just how beautifully you fall apart because of his touch. He knows your body better than you do and never fails to get exactly the reaction he wants from you.

Domestic Asa Domestic Asa Domestic Asa. If you’re having an extra hard time with your insecurities he would definitely make you breakfast in bed. For just one day you’ll be allowed to call the shots. Or at least you’ll believe you’re the one calling the shots.

[ad--misericordiam]

Screw him, literally. Not SFW. (M. A. M. Ver.)

w: female-coded language.

Michael likes to have his fingers inside your mouth. At first you'd think he only does it to silence you, forcing long, thick fingers down your gullet so you choke on them. And, while that is true, it's not the only reason. He likes how demeaning it is, how depraved you look drooling on his hand, tears and spit running down your neck while his cock sullies every nook and cranny inside your pussy. If you try to call his name while he's balls-deep inside you, Michael will shove his fingers further down, until he can feel you gagging. But his cock gets harder, and you can finally hear the pants he's been suffocating. You can suck on his digits all you want, nursing on them as if they were his cock, moaning around them needily, just don't bite them. A little tease of teeth nibbling playfully on his fingertips will amuse him, though, but that's as far as you can go.

(This HC in particular is dedicated to my fellow thick girls) That little pouch of chub some women have at the bottom of their tummy? Michael is obsessed with it. He's a large, broad, well-built man, so any softness he can squeeze while groping your body belongs to him now. Sure, your tits and ass are nice too, but he favours other types of pudginess. Soft stomachs, plush thighs, chubby cheeks... yeah. He likes how pillowy your body feels when he makes you assume the position. He likes to see your round cheeks darken under his stare while you slobber on his cock. Mhm, Michael has a thing for plus-sized women. The way your torso bounces under the brunt of his thrusts? Enthralling. He'll keep your thighs apart, massive hands deterring you from folding them towards your chest to obscure his view.

The first time Michael went down on you, he had you blindfolded. He wasn't ready to show you his face yet, but he wanted to taste you, so that's the solution he came up with. First, you have to understand that he's doing it to satisfy his own curiosity rather than to bring you pleasure, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't do both. His method is raw, unsophisticated if you will, but quite effective. His fingers reach a depth no one ever had before, much less you, and your inner walls keep on being rubbed and prodded insistently. One, two, three fingers slithering their way into your channel until it feels taut and puffy, “Michael, please, my clit...”. He looks at you, then at the engorged button, pulling its hood back with his thumb to watch it throb before he welcomes it into his mouth. His tongue strokes it in upward motions, lips sealed around it, sucking steadily and... is he humming? Yes, he is. If he enjoys your moans on his cock while you blow him, why wouldn't you? He wants to know what makes you writhe, what makes you delirious, just so he can keep you there, right on the edge of exhilaration until he's ready to have mercy on you. Michael is one sadistic fucker.

Spankings? Sure, he won't use anything but the palm of his hand, though. Furthermore, when this happens it's on his terms. Meaning, your head will be rammed into the bed with your hips raised high in the hair, your hair held in a makeshift ponytail, cunt abused under the onslaught the head of his cock puts your cervix through. His strikes leave welts— angry, crimson marks that sting each time his hips plunge foward. His movements have an added force, flesh hitting flesh in an staccato rhythm, all just to hear the string of girlish 'Ah, ah, ah!' moans. Slapping your tits? Your pussy? You got it. He'll leave your body sore and spent, and you'll get a somewhat cuddly Michael when it's all over, like he's praising you for taking it so well, maybe he'll even relent to a shower together. He won't slap you, maybe he'll give you some light pats on the cheek as if mocking you with a non-verbal 'That's a good girl', or hold your jaw open so he can shove his tongue inside your mouth. But he won't actually hit you.

You won't get away with teasing him. Pretending you tripped to press your chest to his? Bending over to do whatever and making a show of it? Using a low-cut shirt that shows a glimpse of your bra? Michael is not amused, “Come here, Y/N”. If he's around to witness all of those antics of yours it means he's already okay with going maskless around you, so if he's voicing his disapproval? You're in deep shit, watch your step. He can use you like an oversized fleshlight, and he will if you keep acting like a spoiled brat, don't test him. He'll lift you up like a rag doll so your slit hovers on his shaft, cockhead parting the puffy lips before his length pierces your cunny in one swift motion, the crown of it leaving an indent on your belly when he drives forward. You'll have to beg him to stop, crying from overstimulation, because no matter how many times you cum, no matter how much your walls flutter and tremble, trying to milk his cock in vain, Michael won't yield until he's certain you've learnt your lesson.

His cock could be considered a weapon of mass destruction. The biggest out of all the slashers, long and thick, and ridiculously sensitive. A little veiny, but nothing crazy, and while the sheer weight of it should make it hang between his legs even when hard, it always points up like a homing missile, arching towards his bellybutton. Doesn't bother with trimming his pubes because he only grows a handful of short, golden hairs anyway. If you want to blow him, you only need to ask his nicely, he won't resist at all, he'll let you unzip his coveralls and slip your hands inside. He always goes commando. If you do a good job he'll reward you with a neck massage, and if he's sans mask you'll get to witness how his eyes harden with barely contained need. He gives you free reign to explore him throughly as long as you bahave, content with staring at the way your eyes water when you force him deeper down your throat. If you start teasing him, though... God bless your poor soul. Sure, kitten licks and delicate kisses are cute as long as you crank up the dial after a while, but that's about it. If you delay his gratification he'll be forced to take matters into his own hands, yanking your head back by the hair and fucking your face with wild abandon, taking what you denied him, grunting and huffing, pressing your face flat against his pelvis when the pleasure peaks, “Swallow”.

Michael actually likes being ridden, weirdly enough, it's the only time he'll let you do as you please, no ifs or buts. If I had to guess, I'd say it's because he knows you won't control yourself once you get on top of him. Holding your hips? Done. Letting you lean back on his thighs to gain leverage? Of course. Giving you a faint grin while you impale yourself on his dick? You can bet your ass, he's insufferable like that. Be warned, if he's allowing you to fuck him, he trusts you a good deal, so if you dive down to smother him in kisses, he'll return them willingly, eagerly. If you moan, he'll hug you close, thrusting up at you, “Mine... mine”. His words are hoarse due to the lack of use, and yet hearing his voice is enough to send you over the edge, chanting “Yours, Michael, all yours” until his mouth silences you. That's the way you can tell he cares about you. He considers you his, he wants you around, and even if he'd never admit it out loud... he's yours, too.

[nonobadcat]

Yandere Mr. Compress X F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only Whole story TW: Rape, breeding/pregnancy kink, condom failure, unwanted pregnancy, discussions of abortion, stalking. A consensual relationship that devolves into non-con.

TW for this chapter: Consensual fluffy sex with good communication but Compress wants it raw and Reader-chan does not.

Dedicated to Miss_Mystery3

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Chapter 2 Excerpt:

(Author note: memories are in italics)

It was about one hour before sunset when the knock at the door came. You lifted your head from the tawdry romance manga. A beaming grin spread across your cheeks. Scrambling to your feet, you nearly tripped over yourself to open the door.  As you opened it, a box of six chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of sparkling wine stared you in the face.

Your boyfriend lowered the box and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “I thought I would bring my muse a small treat.”

You took the box and bottle from his hands and set them upon the floor of the genkan. Then, with a squeal of glee, you threw yourself into his chest. Atsuhiro’s hands caught your under the thighs and he hoisted you into an effervescent kiss. It made your brain feel like it was swimming in champagne. You wrapped your thighs around his hips, allowing him leverage to trail his hands up your back. His touch made you shiver.

As you broke the kiss, you nodded to the food. “Feeling guilty over something?” you teased.

He shook his head. “Just another drunk at the show.” He planted a soft, slow kiss on your lips, staring at them as he pulled away. “Security took care of it but every time that happens it makes me want to thank you again for the first time we met.”

At that moment, your memories flashed to that night.

Mr. Compress had strutted around the platform performing his act under the hot spotlight. He wore a dark suit set with a vest and some obnoxiously loud orange tuxedo shirt with a tall collar. Over his face was a white mask that reminded you of the Greek comedy prop. For something on open mic night, the show had been brilliant. From skilled card tricks, to hilarious hypnotism, to handcuff escapes, to juggling balls that turned into birds, it was a fabulous display of old-style tricks. Mr. Compress had the booming voice and flashy persona to match the old masters to a tee. The owner of the bar let it go on far past the five-minute time limit because the audience was having a great time.

...but as every artist knows: there’s always that one person who just has to be a soul-sucking louse.

“BO~RING!” called the drunk heckler, his hands cupped to his face. “It’s just some lame use of your quirk to mimic some old dead “art” form.” He’d gone so far as to make the air quotes to emphasize the point. “What year do you think it is?”

It wasn’t hard for you to recognize the slight droop of the shoulders and the pause from the magician on stage. It was the same rejected curling hunch that you’d made every time one of your crushes said: “Who are you again?” Your teeth grit and you sneered at the self-centered heckler. Your fingers wrapped themselves into a fist. All those years of repressed anger bubbled to the surface, covering up your usual embarrassed silence. Fueled by two drinks, your snappy sarcastic rebuttal spilled out of your mouth like toxic waste.

“Wow… how original. Someone with no talent criticizing someone with it. Jealously is a rather unflattering look, don’t you think?”

The pointed insult echoed like a train in a tunnel. The heckler turned towards you, a thunderous look on his glowing red face. He opened his mouth, prepared to send his jowls flapping with some equally cold, cruel snark. There was no doubt it would have sent your sensitive ego crawling under a rock just like a high school love letter rejection.

...but Mr. Compress beat him to the mark.

With a peppy flourish, the masked man bowed to the heckler. "I'm at your service my friend." Then he turned to the bartender. "Waiter, this poor soul is bored. Could we get some crayons and a menu for him to color in, please?"

The man had fumed. In the heat of the moment, you forgot to cover your mouth. The loud goose honk laugh echoed in the room before your face burst into embarrassing flames. Mr. Compress tipped his hat to you and continued with the performance despite the interruption.

Back in your apartment, your boyfriend cocked his head. “Are you all right?” he asked.

You shook off the memory and nodded to the chocolates. “Those are so expensive though! Where did you get the money to buy something like that?”

He smirked. “Would you believe me if I told you I stole it?”

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

Which of the slashers do you think would go down on a girl, and would they be good at it?

Oh a fantastic question.

Now this might be a wild ass opinion but hear me out here-

All the worthwhile ones. 

Deadass, every, single, one, I write for, would and do. I will go through the main ones here and slap it under a read more. Here are some of my personal thoughts and opinions on slashers eating out.

Freddy Krueger does it more for him than for you, he likes to do it simply for what it can do for him. Favored way for him to edge in my opinon, using his skills to make you a mess and then leverage that to get whatever he wants, use your fervent desperation and the promise of more oral to get what he wants out of you. Skills are un-real and un-natural and inhuman. Bastard. Love him.

Bo Sinclair would be good at it, be the kind of guy who can do it in a very dominant way, and more how he wants to do, the fact you enjoy it is more secondary, but you best believe he loves doing it to you. 

Stu Macher does. Just that is it. He does, he loves it, he is good at it, prefers it to him getting oral. Enthusiastic is his word. Would give rather than get every time. Messy too. His face and your thighs are gonna be wet by the end of it or he feels he didn’t do it right. 

Billy Loomis does too obviously. He is good at it but in such a casual way it is almost maddening. Like he does it so easily and is able to get such reactions without doing much, every move is purposful and it alllll works. Plus he looks really fucking good while he is doing it, which is fucking unfair. 

Herbert West it is not his favorite thing, but he certainly does not shy away from it. He does it, methodically and well. That is all. 

Leslie Vernon does. Jesus fucking Chirst he does, try to keep him from between your thighs, TRY IT. Impossible. Anytime, anywhere, he will do it on a whim, get’s the slightest craving and he is on his knees in front of you. You never even get the chance to ask because he is just on that shit, but if you ever did ask then obviously he would be down and on and doing it. And of course he is fucking good at it. He prides himself on reading people and if you are his then you best believe he is memorizing every tiny little thing about how you react when he is down on you. Get’s better and better. 

Lester And Vincent Sinclair do. Not many personal opinions on either but they both fuckin do and like it. Vin is better at it, loves to please you and will do it whenever you ask. But Lester is all too happy to try it, inexperienced but very eager, will tell you how much he loves having the chance to and the taste too. 

Buddy Swanson eats out as well as he cooks and he is an amazing cook. Another to initiate before you ever even have the chance to ask. Loves to do it anywhere, personal favorite of his is to wake you up with it. Adores that moment when you stir awake and pull back the covers to see him between your spread thighs, peering up at you through his thick brown curls and when he sees the look of sheer pleasure and surprise on your face he cannot hold back and you can feel his smile against you. And he doubles his efforts once you are actually awake. 

Sam Wescott is fucking UNFAIRLY good at it. Don’t ask how or why this headcannon got started but I imagine he gives fucking God-teir oral, there is no reason he is this spectacular at it but he is and you are just holding on for dear life, head empty, no thoughts, only focus is on his mouth and what he is doing to you. And you can feel the love and care through every pass of his tongue, passionate and caring and will stay down there all fucking night and let that be it if you so wished it. He does it the least selfishly and the most reverantly. 

Warwick Wilson does. Is amazing. Years of experience. Been with a lot of women, puts years of actual skill to use. You aren’t expecting it and thus are not ready for it the first time it happens. Also acts like it isn’t that big of a deal, a very “of course I am good at it, what did you expect?” casual and cocky. Loves to tease you about it too. 

Ash Williams does, like obviously. Of course he is good at it, duh, takes direction amazingly well. Just wants it to be good for you, tell him what you like and he will be more than happy to do it how you like, he will also throw in a curveball every now and again to see how you like it. 

Charles Lee Ray is shockingly good at it. Tiff has given him tips over the years and he has taken her advice to heart. He has seen her go down on other women and knows that she knows her shit and will conceed in that area. One of the few places he abandons his ego.

Tiffany Ray Valentine is the best. Just the best. Anyway you want it she is able to give it and will blow your mind. And she loves it. Obvi.

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Thank you so much for this ask Anon, very nice to get this all out on record honestly. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villain x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Having the kid of a Slasher. These have vastly different blurbs though so they have lil’ titles! 

Includes: Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers 

Warnings: Freddy’s one includes the kidnapping of a child by their father (A child killer, to boot). Other then that, what can I say? This is Slasher fanfiction, Freddy is himself. Michael’s is pretty humorous though... :D

Notes: 

I really wanna build on these some more! I plans to write a oneshot where Michael and reader eventually get ‘back together’ sort of? And a prequal to Freddy’s where Maggie visits her half brother and Luke questions her and reader about their father. 

Note: Freddy is going to call you mummy if you are woman, man, or gender neutral. And I’m going to spell it the American way because it just seems more fetishized that way and more like the wrapped up Egyptian dead people the English way. I am not sure how you would accidentally have his child if you have a penis, but who knows in this universe. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

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Freddy Krueger: Luke // ‘Protecting your child from his father’

“Hey! How are you?” I call, breathless to the receptionist -Judy, - sitting in school office. She looks up and a haze of confusions crosses her pretty green eyes, and I try not to worry. There could be any reasin this woman is confused to see me that is unrelated to my son’s whereabouts. Deciding not to wait for her to tell me how she is because the anxiety in me clenches around my heart like a boa constrictor, I paste on a bigger smile ask. “Where’s Luke? He didn’t come out when the bell went.”

Maybe he’s in the sick bay, or… I don’t know. What other acceptable reason could there be that my son is not here with me?

Don’t think like that.

My smile must look stiff and sharp at this point, because Judy starts very slowly. Cautious. “… Hi-His Dad picked him up, Miss L/N.”

Dad? My nose scrunches up in utter confusion. I’m absolutely certain that I had Bradley taken off the register as Luke’s secondary emergency contact- I stood right here with this woman for half an hour figuring out how to do that. And besides, why would my ex-husband pick up my son from school and not tell me? Luke doesn’t have a-

His… his Dad? Freddy couldn’t have. I’ve been giving Luke Hypnocil pills since he could take them, crushing them every night and stirring the dust into his dinner. I haven’t heard any signs of Freddy for 8 years and a couple months. Let’s set aside that crazy, ridiculous theory for now. Because its impossible! Even if he did want to do something with Luke, he would try to get to him through his dreams, yes? It would be too risky to come on out here and take him from school. That’s crazy.

“What?” Where is my goddamn son? Who took him?

“U-um, uh. A uh, ‘Fredrick Krueger’ took him about an hour ago. His name was in the system, and they looked a bit alike in the eyes, s-so I-we just assumed it was okay.”

For a moment I think I’m going to die on the spot. Then I spit out. “Is this a joke?!”

Its too horrible, too unthinkable to be true. I’ll say it again; I haven’t heard from Freddy in nearly a fucking decade, and that’s the way I was hoping it would stay. What is this.

“N-No, Miss L/N.”

“Did he say where they were going? Did Luke say anything?” My baby. Starting to breathe heavily now from the effort of staying calm and thinking too fast for a clue as to where my son is and what the hell is going on. Did this chick even look at Freddy’s face?! This school is just handing babies over to suspicious men who look like they should be in the burn ward of the intensive care unit?!

“Miss L/N- “This woman is scared, I know, and anxious as she looks with wide eyes all around me instead of at my eyes but she’s really grating on my nerves. A maniac has my son and she is going to give me all the information she has.

“Do you remember your dreams last night? Or the last couple nights?” That’s how assume Freddy got in the system, manipulated Judith here to do it for him. Maybe he left a clue.

“My- my dreams? Um-mm, well I… “My hand slams down on the bench between us so hard the pen attached to a string attached to the early leavers clipboard jumps up a little. My hand shakes, and as she quickly recalls her dream I read through the most recent entries on the board for the early leavers. Right at the bottom, in tiny handwriting that does not belong to Luke is the name Luke Krueger under student and ‘Doctors appointment’ under ‘Reason for leaving’, and a smiley face. I take a deep breath and turn back to Judy with eyes of molten lava. She fumbles with her glasses, on a string around her neck. “I-I remember a junk yard in a couple… “That’s it.

Already flying to the door, I call back. “Have some child’s school exit forms ready for me tomorrow Judy; Goodbye.” And promptly, I fling the door open and run for hell and leather for my car.

~~~

“LUKE!” I scream into the old junk yard, hands shaking but courage as strong as an ox. Nothing, not even death itself will stop me from saving my kid. Looking around every corner and trying to listen to any sound over the loud beating of my heart in my ears, I speed walk around, heading towards the burnt down old shed, yelling for Luke every 2 seconds because I’m deluded into thinking any second he might hear e, and come running out safe to me. When the horrible thing, the shed, comes into view, I feel sick. Its still burnt up, and rust litters the ground around its four walls but its standing.

They’ll be in there.

Forcing myself ahead, because I never wanted to see this, the place Freddy was killed -Because it’s something so terrible. Not because I give a fuck about what happened to Freddy, - I open the door and immediately there they are. It takes me a second to catch my bearing’s, because this place has such an awful feeling and I’ve never been in a situation like this and I don’t know what to do, and because theirs a child killer with his filthy hand on my 7 year old son’s shoulder.

“Luke?” My eyes soften as soon as they find his. Glancing from him to Freddy’s other hand to see if he has a weapon, especially that glove to find nothing, and back to him, I gesture for my him to come here. “Come over here, baby. Its okay.”

He doesn’t say anything, just frowns and whimpers, looking wearily up at the man who’s holding onto him and for an awful second I think Freddy’s going to pull a fast one on us and pull out a razor or something… but then one finger at a time he lets go of Luke and Luke rushes to me so fast that the force pushes me back a little when he reaches me, wrapping his little arms around my waist and digging his face, shaking so I’m well aware that he’s crying now, into my stomach. I drop to my knees and look him over thoroughly, searching for any indications that this ‘doctors’ appointment’ that he was taken for occurred, but theirs nothing.

A sick taste wells up in my throat as I realise this, and as Luke burrows into me again for more hugs and I wrap my arms around him I look back to the problem. “What-What’s this doctor’s appointment I read about? Just a cover?”

“Not in the slightest! But I thought we should probably wait for you before starting… Mommy. I got us a good deal- family pack!” With that, Freddy takes out a scalpel and grins madly. I tighten my grip on Luke. “Who should go first, eh?”

“Stay the fuck back.”

“Oh, I think not!” I gently tug Luke back as Freddy advances, wondering if it would be smart to make any sudden moves right now.

“I called the police!” God, I wish I had now. But I was too focused on getting here before something awful happened that I…

Forgot.

Oh my god.

He stops coming towards us, but then an evil, knowing smile creeps across his mouth. He tilts his head, calling my bluff. “No, you didn’t.”

“Uh, yeah I did!” So, I’m buying for time. Main objective: Save Luke. Leverage: Me. Freddy’s a being made completely up on vengefulness and anger at this point, and I escaped him. He hates that.

Stroking the back of Lukes head with my thumb in thought, I know what I have to do and make like him giving him a little, worried head kiss- but really whisper to him that our car’s in the carpark and my phone is in the passenger seat. He clutches me tighter. Oh, baby… I wish I could come with you.

“You called nobody. Don’t try to bullshit Daddy. Now, I think our little bundle of joy should go first, more fun for me! Little blast from the past, ey?” He takes another step towards us, causing me to jolt back violently from fear, because I’m so close to saving Luke and if Freddy makes any sudden movements, we both might be done for, and tats just unacceptable. That scalpel is unnecessarily big. Where the hell did he get a scalpel that big?! What is it for? Crocodile surgery?!

Luckily, we’re closer to the door then Freddy is -oopsie made on his part,- so when I let go of Luke he goes straight out the door and before Freddy can reach the door and slip out after him, and push myself hard against the door, slamming it closed. For a second everything is still, which is a scary thing when it comes to this killer, and I just sit there on the ground and watch his scary face just be still.

His eyes, though, expressive as they are, reveal how utterly furious he is.

Then slowly he looks down his chest at me, aiming that mad anger at me as his shaking hand grips the weapon so tightly that his knuckles go absolutely white. “You bitch.”

Michael Myers (RZ): Rachael // ‘Visitation’

“Morning Rache!” I exclaim, setting down cheerily on my 12-year-old’s bed as golden early morning light slips through her purple curtains and leaves stripes on my thighs. “It’s Sunday!”

“Why does it always have to be so early with him? Its not church.” She informs me, sleep thick in her voice as she pulls the doona up over her head and rolls over so her back is to me.

“He thinks very highly of himself.” That or this is when visiting hours are.

“I see that.”

“So… “Like I always do on Sunday, I put pluck the blanket away from her face to see her eyes are open and she’s already fully awake. She always is on Sunday morning, it’s because of what she knows is coming. I tuck some of her hair behind her early, and speak gently now, like always. “You wanna go see your Dad?” It always, always, always needs to be her choice. She always says yes, though.

For a moment this time, she pauses. Then deeply rolls her eyes and flicks the blanket back up over her face. “Yeah, okay.”

“Alright. We’ll head off in half an hour, then. Oh- maybe you can tell him about the awkward you got!” I exclaim, brightening immediately because my baby is so smart! Captain of her class, and she just got an award for doing well in maths! Her teacher even told me at parent-teacher interviews that she’s getting the work so much easier than any of the other students. This has been the same since she started Elementary school. Dunno where she got those brains from, but I like to believe if it’s me and not Michael. And I am so proud of her.

“Yeah, I will. Can you get out now so I can get changed, parent?”

“Whatever!” I exclaim cheerfully, like the immature one between us two that I am as I leave the room and shit the door behind me, heading to make her toast. She is more like Michael, in that regard. So focused and serious- I, on the other hand, have Goldfish brain.

Which makes a lot of sense when I ask myself ‘What made you think fucking the Shape of Haddonfield was okay?’ because then I remember ‘Big man, strong hands, big dick’ and I remember.

I’m a moron. Was, a horny moron. But no more! I am a mother now, and mothers don’t get horny! No, no. Ahahaha.

… But that doesn’t mean I regret having Rachael. No fucking way. She’s the mother-fucking light of my life, and I’ll have sex with Michael a thousand more times if that’s what it would take to keep her.

Wait, that doesn’t sound right.

… Ah, oh well. Toast!

~~~

When we get to Michael’s cell, Rachael goes straight over to the door and uses her foot to move the little stepping stool they keep right there, specially for her -well, I bought it and made them keep it there, but that’s just semantics,- and hops on so she can peer through the window to her father. I stay back a few feet with Dr Loomis, my jacket hung over my crossed arms. Because I don’t have anything in common with Sam Loomis at all, as we have previously discovered on these visits, I turn bluntly to him and ask, shamelessly. “So, how’s he going Doc?” Even though Michael’s condition hasn’t changed since he was six, that is what I ask.

Loomis offers me a crooked, humourless grin and explains that nothing has changed, but he did make Rachael a new mask. “Oh, that’s nice.” I say, although really, don’t think that’s nice. Does Michael think I have endless wall space for these things? I don’t want my home to look like his sanatorium cell. I have taste!

Hey, don’t judge me. The only way I can get through these visits is by being sarcastic and making jokes to myself.

And to Loomis, but he doesn’t really like me.

Probably because I make sarcastic jokes about his most dangerous patient.

Eh, oh well.

I turn back to Rachael to see her holding up her award to the window so Michael can read it, and after I lean to the left a bit to see inside the cell I see that he is doing so. He’s just sitting in his dressing gown on a desk chair at the other side of his cell- no wonder Rachael has to talk loudly!

He communicates through head shakes and nods, and sometimes even writes on a white board he always has set on his big -big mannnnnn. Oh jeez, the thirst is still strong, despite him now being an irritating part of my life… I have to get up at the ungodly hour of nine on a Sunday for this. Just to get a new stupid mask and stand back here with Doctor humourless, - lap, which I do concede, is pretty sweet. He doesn’t communicate that way to anyone else, as Loomis told me, except for with her.

Visitation usually lasts an hour and half, if Michael’s feeling ‘chatty’, And he definitely is today, so our visit bleeds into breakfast time so we join him -without a door between us and him,- for breakfast in the cafeteria. Rachael and I sit on one side and Michael and Loomis sit on the other. Mostly Rachael and I chat during this time, but Rachael looks to her father every now and then for his reaction.

“Hey mum, do you want the last pancake?” Rachael asks, eyeing the last fluffy breakfast food just as hungrily as Michael just after Dr Loomis gets up to go check quickly on another patient, leaving us as a ‘family’ for a little bit.

I pat my tummy. “Naw, I’m stuffed! Why don’t you and your dad share it.”

A little smile breaks across her little face, making me grin too. She’s so cute! She’ll always be cute, I don’t know if she’s 37, a pasty scientist and mildly mangled from experiments gone wrong, she’ll still be adorable. I’m sure Michael agrees. “Okay!”

As she goes off to get the pancake, I leap to take the chance alone to have a chat with Michael myself.

Or attack him.

Placing my elbow securely on the table between us, pointing at him, I squint. “Stop making her masks, Michael! Anything else, really!- We’ve had this talk before, multiple times. You know I have no wall space!”

He shoulders jump, like he silently chuckled at me, and my squint-greasy, just enhances.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

After a moment, he veeeeery purposefully shrugs those huge shoulders of his. He does know, he does. I knew it!

“Ooooooooh… “I nearly shake with annoyance, returning to my seat properly and glaring I hope subtly from my side of the table as Rachael returns and carefully tears the pancake in half for them. As she does, I watch and just sit and take great pleasure in the fact that they wont even trust plastic knives around Michael. Ha!

He see’s the too-happy glint in my eye and drinks all my juice.

Damn him.

[sociopath-analysis]

Sociopath Profile: Freddy Krueger

Dream Demon form (left) and former human form (right) Full name: Frederick Charles Krueger From the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise Appearances: A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984), 2: Freddy’s Revenge (1984), 3: Dream Warriors (1987), 4: The Dream Master (1988), 5: The Dream Child (1989), Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare (1991), Wes Craven’s New Nightmare (1994), Freddy vs. Jason (2003) Played mainly by Robert Englund (pictured) Requested by @crossover15​

One of the biggest horror icons of the modern age. You likely know the glove claws and the red striped sweater from a mile away. Freddy Krueger is a truly deplorable monster. The bastard son of 100 maniacs was a child predator who killed (and potentially molested) numerous children when he was human. He only became more dangerous once he became a Dream Demon. Even death hasn’t stopped him from being a deplorable psychopath.

[POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW]

Freddy gets his kicks from causing people pain and suffering. He loves to torment his prey relentlessly before killing them. He took pleasure in killing children when he was alive. And when the parents killed him, he took his retribution out on the teenage children simply for the sake of petty revenge. All to prove that they can’t even protect them. When he does invade people’s dreams, he goes all out in making them the most torturous visions of what they fear most. He definitely takes pride in his work.

"When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me, I became something much, much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of."

Despite his despicable nature, he’s not without his superficial charm. When he was alive, he was able to hide the fact that he was a child murderer by putting on the guise of a loving husband and mourning father. However, once his wife found out and he killed her, he was still able to get acquitted by the legal system. As a Dream Demon, one of his most notable characteristics is his flamboyant personality and depraved sense of humor. He’s frequently being bombastic and cracking jokes as he torments his prey.

He seems to have a bit of an ego as well. In the first film, he makes a comment alluding to the idea that he views himself as a godlike entity. This would definitely tie into a grandiose sense of self-worth. And it’s notable since everything about him that makes him godlike is only because the other Dream Demons granted him these powers and that his power is useless when pulled into the real world.

Tina: Please, God! Freddy: [brandishes claws] This is God!

He knows how to manipulate others as well. In Freddy vs. Jason, he takes the form of Pamela Voorhees to convince Jason to start a killing spree in Freddy’s hometown. He banks on the idea that the spree will be blamed on Freddy and will make people fear him again since people had forgotten about him and he needs fear to fuel his power. There’s also the idea that he specifically preys on the victim’s greatest fears in their dreams to get the largest reaction from them. Even when he isn’t in your dreams, he’s still trying to wear you down and get you to sleep. You have to sleep eventually. He’ll either tear them to shreds in their nightmares or make them die of sleep deprivation.

Not only that, but he also tries to leverage his past of abuse as a way to gain sympathy in Freddy’s Dead. He shows that he was raised by a sleazy pimp and was bullied relentlessly into isolation as a child. The problem is that he also shows telltale signs of sociopathy even then. And while he attempts to paint himself as a victim, he gets no sympathy.

And unlike many other slasher villains, he kills people for the sheer enjoyment of it and nothing less. Even Michael Myers, who showed sadistic tendencies as well, killed because it was in his nature to do so. He was a monster, plain and simple. Freddy, on the other hand, has even less reasoning than that. It’s obvious that he embraces his evil nature by his most common form. He can look like whatever he wants. He doesn’t have to look like a deformed, burned corpse. He does that because it terrifies people and he loves to make sure you’re scared before you die. He doesn’t kill because it’s in his nature. He kills because he enjoys every fucking minute of it.

But don’t worry. He’s only fictional, so there’s no reason to truly fear him... Probably...

I think...

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[seangetfreaky]

🔥 for Azar?

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Answer:

No, he’s definitely not known for temper tantrums but he’s more aggressively offensive when enemies piss him off in fights (he’s still more of a taker-downer than a throat-slasher). What really makes his blood boil is when someone leverages Zahra’s (his daughter) safety as a means of getting what they want. He is absolutely unstoppable when that shit happens, and he’s probably gonna kill that person after rigging whatever he did for them to quickly come undone a little later (when he and his daughter are out of harm’s way). That being said, Foxworth, (his partner in crime and eventually life) is sometimes able to calm him down by assuring Azar that they’re gonna get her back safe and sound, and pulling out all the stops in getting theirhis daughter back

Azar is the kind of person who stops talking unless prompted when he’s angry. He tends to snap at people when he’s angry and he hates doing that/hates how it makes others feel, so he’d rather just keep his mouth shut than be an ass. Still, if you keep bugging him, you’re gonna get yelled at. Think stone-faced except when he’s biting your head off. Due to his past of being physically, verbally and emotionally abused for some years by a now-ex-boyfriend, he does NOT take it out on his loved ones. Training dummies get the brunt of punches, kicks, and his knives, though Foxworth occasionally makes the mistake of sparring with him, and the man would regret the bruises if it weren’t for the way it seems to drain Azar’s anger.

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[tgunn64]

Favorite Villains - Glory (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

As a student of theatre, you do a lot of study on satire, subversion, and how media has shifted over time, and I feel the 90s were a big time of the script flipping. As the 80s’ action blockbusters, slashers, and buddy comedies kinda twisted within themselves and became over the top parodies of themselves almost seamlessly. I believe this culture is what birthed the pop culture icon of Buffy Summers, idealized by Joss Whedon on the premise of the usual first victim of a slasher fighting back--and with her, one of her deadliest enemies, the Hell-God herself, Glory. After Buffy has dealt with elder masters of evil, rogue slayers, demon cyborg frankenstein, rogue slayers, and vampires hailing from the Victorian era, Glory seems to be the most outlandish foe she’s ever faced. A pushy woman in a chiffon dress? Not quite--Glory is a banished goddess who has finally found her footing (in some fabulous chiffon heels) in the mortal realm with a goal in mind to find the key to release hell on earth.

Her appearance is misleading, quick to be compared to the snobs Buffy remembers from high school, but Glory is not one to be trifled with. After the series spends many episodes establishing that Buffy is supreme in hand to hand combat with her slayer training, Glory manages to break her down as easy as breaking a nail. It’s hard to articulate, but it’s actually rather rare to see a character that looks like a slim femme fatale but can actually tear down a building with a stomp of her foot. Buffy’s greatest strength is her resilience, and be it a speeding truck, a fall from several stories, or a goddam wrecking ball, Glory exhausts the slayer and every option she has. Only slightly related, but it's also rather rare I find a villain incredibly attractive as Glory while also ticking off the boxes I look for in villains, speaking broadly. 90s bombshell Clare Kramer is just impossible to take one's eyes off of. As downright brutish as Glory is in battle, she’s actually vain and seems trivially fixated with her looks and luxurious preferences outside of life or death matters. She feels a lot of things in this realm suck, but bubble bathes aren’t one of them. She doesn’t fail to inform her bruised and dying minion that blood is a BITCH to get out of the carpet, and the only thing she loves more than the life force of mortals is a box of chocolates and a tall mimosa. Being a deity long worshiped by the less savory corners of the hellmouth creatures, it should be no surprise Glory has a liking for being weighed on hand and foot. A villain with expensive tastes isn’t rare, but Glory takes so much joy that it almost seems more legitimate, and a lot of that has to do with the fact that these sensory pleasures, by her own admission, are the only things she feels matters.

Glory looks down on humanity because of their attachments. She feels man is a puppet guided by love, and that she has the truest free will because rather than living for the approval or love of anyone else, she relies on only herself and her most base impulses and desires. I think that’s rather interesting, and again, higher beings looking down on the lower isn’t something new, but I think Glory’s approach to hedonism is a pretty smart way to go about it. It also hugely speaks to the themes of Buffy Season 5, in which Buffy not only loses her mother but has to learn to love her sister, who she learns was an entirely fabricated memory placed by the magic of mystics for a grand plan to keep the world safe from Glory. In a time where Buffy’s capacity for love is tested more than ever, she has to face someone without an ounce of love in her being. Unfortunately, Glory’s independent mindset is probably her greatest downfall too--because she has to possess a vessel. When she was deemed too destructive to play nice with the other gods in her pantheon, she was banished to spend the rest of her existence imprisoned in a human named Ben. Glory manages to break free after 25 years of dormancy, but she’s unable to do so permanently, turning her and Ben into a sort of Jekyll/Hyde situation fighting for power. While Glory and Ben are constantly at odds, she finds a way to turn even this into an advantage. Glory is an immortal and only vulnerable as Ben. However Ben is technically an innocent person for all intents and purposes, which means Buffy refuses to kill him, meaning she personally had no way to destroy Glory for good and always had a bit of leverage no other villain before her had. Glory isn’t killed for good until Giles, behind Buffy’s back, take matters into his own hands and makes the decision to kill Ben himself.

Chief among Glory’s traits is also her impatience. You’d expect an ageless hell god to be speaking eloquently, but Glory is plausibly fed up after generations of ye olde pretense. She thinks satanic incantations go on for way too long and demands to be called Glory over her full name, Glorificus. As petulant as she may come off, she more than has the power to back her attitude up. While most Buffy villains had to remain in the shadows with only small groups of followers in the night, Glory had a worldwide legion of worshippers and you never knew where one of her devotees was hiding. She has a penchant for torture and cruelty, persecuting Spike (one of Buffy’s strongest once-adversaries) within an inch of his life. And possibly the most terrifying of all is her hunger for mortal life force, which she does by sucking energy from victims’ brains. What’s more, this doesn’t simply kill said victims, but drives them mad, reducing those she feeds on, including dear Willow’s love interest, Tara, to babbling shells of their former selves. I think that’s almost scarier than simply killing someone and fits Glory’s partiality towards mayhem and hell on earth. There's such a palpable danger stemming from Glory, anytime someone is vunerable around her it makes a painful twist in a viewer's stomach because she could break an innocent's bones one by one as soon as she'd flutter her eyelashes. And like I touched on before, I love that there was a villain Buffy simply wasn’t strong enough to take on by herself. It took the help of Willow’s magic, Xander’s resourcefulness, Anya’s specialized myth knowledge, and Giles’ conviction (and I suppose a parallel export of mjolnir for Buffy to use) to take Glory down for good. She wasn’t another problem Buffy could just hit in the face, and she was tested by her in probably the hardest period of her life. Glory was a menace who managed to be sexy, hilarious, and deadly in her own right, a cocktail that made for an absolutely delicious villain.

[themauvesoul]

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Omg hiiiiii <3 anyways every day I dream of rewriting the demon dean arc. So. What I am saying is. Sequel to he kisses me like Judas from Sam’s pov. Which is basically a 10x03 rewrite where dean leverages every single facet of their relationship to try and convince Sam to let him stay a demon, and then when that doesn’t work, chases Sam around the bunker with a hammer.

And it’s like. Straight up horror. Dean is apologetic, but still tries to bash Sam’s brains in. Sam is like. Pov you are the final girl in a slasher movie. And it’s even more horrific because like. In the canon 10x03, Sam is clearly drawing a clear delineation between Dean His Brother and Dean The Demon to cope with how dean is hurting him. And in canon, demon dean does nothing to dispute this. He encourages it, actually. and EYE think it would be far more interesting if dean did the opposite. Every time sam tries to separate Demon Dean from Dean His Brother, dean refutes it. Instead of referring to his past self in the third person he refers to his past self in the first person AND the present tense (I always hated you. The only difference is, now I’m strong enough to act on it). I think it gets a lot more violent, also. Instead of starting the fic with his arm in a sling, demon dean breaks sams arm. Maybe Sam DOES shoot dean, actually. Many thoughts.

I think the fic would end the same place the canon episode does (with cas arriving at the bunker and restraining dean), but there would be a little scene after that where Sam goes and sits in the impala and just. Looks at it. At the army men in the ashtray and the nicks and scratches from his childhood. And then he punches the steering wheel and screams.

Like I’ve been kicking around the idea of sam pov for a while now, because I feel a bit bad about leaving him out, and I do kinda wanna try to put him in the contraption!! So like. If I WAS gonna do sam pov, this would be at the top of my list!!