#slashers

[junkmixart]

A killer workout 🏋️‍♀️

[evilvvithin]

SILENT HILL christophe gans, 2006

[slashthrashandcrash]

i hate this guy [is my wife]

[cece693]

Social Recluse (Jason Voorhees x M! Reader)

Just something that came to mind. Short.

Summary: Even if you accepted Jason and his 'hobby', he understood you didn't like interacting with people. Staying hidden in your cabin, luck isn't on your side when a camp counselor stumbles inside.

tags: the reader doesn't like people, comforting Jason, you get injured (small), short work

Jason was off doing his usual thing—taking care of the camp counselors—while you kept to yourself in the cabin, avoiding the social chaos that always made you uncomfortable. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a bloodied figure stumbled inside, immediately setting you on edge. You retreated into the shadows, watching as the girl frantically searched for something, likely a weapon, before flicking on the lights.

"Ahh!" she screamed, but her panic quickly shifted to relief. "Thank God you're not that freak!"

A frown crossed your face. How dare she insult your lover?

You remained silent, your eyes tracking the girl's every move as she nervously paced around the cabin. She tried to engage you, her voice trembling with fear. "Hey, are you okay? Did he…did he hurt you? Oh God, did he cut out your tongue or something?"

Her words barely registered. You didn’t flinch, didn’t speak. The quiet unease of the situation settled around you like a second skin. She probably assumed you were just another of Jason's victims, traumatized and mute, which suited you fine. You had no intention of correcting her.

Suddenly, the door crashed again, and he was there—Jason. Massive, imposing, and silent as ever. His machete gleamed under the dim cabin light, still slick with blood. Her wide, terrified eyes darted toward you, and in her desperation, she lunged, grabbing your arm. The sudden contact made you flinch, recoiling instinctively. You hated being touched, especially by strangers, but she didn’t notice—too consumed by her own fear.

"Come on! We have to get out of here!" she cried, her grip tight as she dragged you toward the door, pulling you along in her misguided attempt to save you both.

But you didn't want to run. You didn’t need saving.

Jason’s heavy footsteps echoed behind you, and you could feel him gaining on the two of you. The girl’s breath came in panicked gasps as she pushed forward, desperately trying to escape. Then, it happened. Jason struck, and the girl screamed as she fell, the force of her collapse sending you tumbling to the ground alongside her.

You hit the floor hard, your knee scraping against the rough wooden planks. A sharp sting shot up your leg as blood oozed from the wound. You winced but remained silent, even as the pain radiated through you.

Jason’s shadow loomed over the girl, and it only took one swift motion to end her cries. Her body slumped to the ground, lifeless. The cabin fell into a sudden, oppressive silence, broken only by the faint sound of your own labored breathing.

Jason turned toward you, his expression unreadable behind that familiar hockey mask, but his actions were anything but threatening. He crouched beside you, his presence calming rather than terrifying. His gaze fell on your bloody knee, and without hesitation, he sheathed his weapon and gently reached out. His large hand carefully touched the area around the wound, touch surprisingly soft, as if afraid of hurting you further.

You remained still, watching him work in silence. There was no fear, no hesitation in your mind. Jason was dangerous, yes, but never to you. He seemed to sense your discomfort with the blood, with the girl’s corpse still nearby, and he positioned himself between you and the body, shielding you from the sight.

With the worst of the blood wiped away, Jason helped you to your feet, his grip steady, never forceful. He lingered close, a silent protector, knowing exactly how much interaction you could handle without feeling overwhelmed. "Thank you." You murmured, leaning your head against his chest. You only received a grunt before closing your eyes and falling asleep. Social interactions always took a large toll on you.

[theghostinyourwalls]

I’m not gonna say “hear me out” because there’s no reason for y’all to be hearing me out BECAUSE HES PERFECT

[prettyputrified]

Dedicated to @cornerofhell

[prettysilkk]

Hit the bong with me?

[blackenedsnow]

hii could i request some headcanons for ghostface (stu) x reader? maybe something where the reader is a bit of an adrenaline junkie and gets a thrill from the whole cat-and-mouse game with him. i'd love to see how stu would react to a reader who enjoys the chase and danger.

stu macher x adrenaline junkie reader ; headcanons

WARNING: Mentions of violence

PAIRING: Stu Macher x Reader

NOTE: ENJOY!!

You’re not like his other victims—while they run in terror, you're running for the rush.

Stu is immediately fascinated by your fearlessness.

The way you enjoy the game takes him by surprise, but he’s more than happy to indulge you.

The fact that you willingly dive into the danger only fuels Stu's obsession.

He’s already unpredictable, but with you, he becomes even more unhinged.

It’s not just about killing anymore; it’s about keeping you on the edge, making sure you're entertained while keeping control.

Stu gets a sick thrill out of watching you taunt him during the chase.

He’ll laugh as you barely slip out of his grasp, throwing sarcastic comments at each other.

You might yell, “Is that all you’ve got, Ghostface?” and he’ll respond, “You’re gonna regret that, bitch!”

Stu loves to keep you guessing, calling you up as Ghostface just to tease.

“You think you can outrun me forever?”

He’d purr into the phone, knowing that instead of being scared, you're practically buzzing with excitement.

He enjoys the fact that you love the thrill as much as he does.

Stu will drag out the game as long as possible.

Instead of killing you outright, he lets you escape just when you think it’s all over, extending the cat-and-mouse game for days, weeks, maybe longer.

He lives for the anticipation, the suspense between each encounter.

After a particularly intense game of cat-and-mouse, Stu’s the type to pin you against a wall, still in his costume, the mask slightly askew.

His breathing is heavy from the chase, and your adrenaline is still pumping. “You really know how to keep things interesting,”

The 'relationship' is built on danger and excitement.

Stu’s unpredictability keeps you on your toes, and you love every second of it.

He’s obsessed with how you don’t flinch in the face of danger—in fact, you thrive in it.

For all his madness, Stu is oddly protective of you in his own chaotic way.

He’d kill anyone who dares to harm you (other than him, of course).

As long as you keep the game interesting, he’ll keep you alive… for now.

[evilvvithin]

FREDDY VS. JASON ronny yu, 2003

[slashthrashandcrash]

been in a francine and ripper mood lately

[brokenlegs7713]

[hack-n-slasher]

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

But I promise this is human Chucky alright!

[sarcasmchandlerbing]

Might be strange selection but I chose what I wanted. They might or might not kill you after that day. Just think about what you two would do, would they be entertaining company, which way you want to approach this.

[ethereal-night-fairy]

Thank you to @pure-oddity for drawing this amazing work of art for my birthday and my beautiful wife @groguspicklejar for gifting it to me!

Enjoy some Slasher!Soap everyone. This scene takes place at the end of part 3.

(Holy God! @pure-oddity you're so good at drawing! You captured his menacing aura so well! Thank you for drawing this! So many unholy thoughts are running through my mind...)

[brandyrobbinscyberpunk]

[happy74827]

Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

… oh