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ok catch me @bladedlegacy !    * relevant threads will be continued .   * please only follow if you’re actually gonna interact w me, bc i can’t deal w high follower counts

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JASON .        »   [  gunsdown​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.‌  ]​​

“   well  ,  shit.   guess i’ll just go back to being  “  dead “  “  jason raises a brow at the woman , not sure what to say about her so called greeting.

❛    really?     you learned how to die on command now ?    ❜         she further antagonizes ,    apathy bleeding into a dull shades   unprovoked  cruelty .   ❛   how did they  train you to be so obedient  ?     ---- cracked your skull    a couple times ?     ❜   ​

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ok but i’ve been in this blog since 2020 folks imma need y’all to vote

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CAMILLA .        »   [   nightsuffer​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.‌  ]​​

                “ Over  sensitive. ”      arms  tightly  cross  against  her  chest,   coffee  -  colored  orbs  landing  on  the  feet   with  a  bitter  stare.    “ Don’t  make  me  seem  crazy  Kat.   You  know  what  you  are  doing! ”

her demeanor sours    with each confrontational words ,   brow razor sharp  &   misaligned ,     reeled high by pooling resentment .   this newfound willfulness to resist her sweet ,   lulling words is incredibly   inconvenient    ,      to say the least  .     ❛    then stop    acting    crazy ,     cam-cam ,     ❜     jagged talons pinch cam’s chin in violent repudiation ,    forcing her own body to realign forth ,   angling itself in such a way that both thighs rest folded against the bones of her hips ,  breaking whatever barrier those little begrudging arms had attempted to build in order to   keep her out .     ❛    i told you it wasn’t    on purpose  .     why are being such a little bitch about it?     ❜

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Will you ever release the PSDS used on your current edits? So pretty!!!

thank you so much, i'm never content w my shit so this is v much appreciated <3 i mean probably, i always release them eventually haha

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my dog rly said: i’m gonna drag this hoe... across the sidewalk

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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CAMILLA .        »   [   nightsuffer​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.‌  ]​​

                             “ Stop.               I’m  trying  to  stay  mad  at  you. ”

cue the pout  &    slouched shoulders ,     intrusive little feet outstretch from katherine’s elongated frame ,   landing atop cam’s lap .      ❛    stop what ?     you’re the one throwing being over-sensitive...      ❜  

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❛     ────     and I think that’s what a father is / — a blade that never stops cutting.

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PROMISING YOUNG WOMAN 2020, dir. Emerald Fennell

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❛    back so soon ,     puppy ?     i thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere ...      damn .     i’m out 10 bucks now .      ❜     @gunsdown​

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@krvcger​

He supposes it’s what one gets when one grows a plant in the shadows. It gets sick, it grows into Katherine. Not Kathy, no. Kathy died with him. Now he’s dealing with a woman named Katherine, with the fish hook of trauma caught in her brain, with the one-dimensional account of daddy dearest gutting the spawn of the ever so kind, ever so cheerful. Not a speck in them. They all had a crucifix over their bed so they could fuck in missionary while Jesus looked on, they had nice teeth and small funds just started for their Johnny’s’ and Betty’s’ college. They were the face of Springwood, he was the asshole. Katherine does not remember having no playmates.

The sharp-toothed thing in him snarls at the tone. Oooh, the affront of this young thing, like she bears the stigma of a martyr. Perhaps she does. He knows what it’s like knowing you were born of filth. He aches to ask her, if she feels the responsibility that comes with continuing a monster bloodline.

He’s quick to stand, his early middle age briskness with him. He wishes his face wasn’t an illusion. He wants her to see him as he was, the real, original Fred Krueger that simply was, and the pendulum hadn’t yet swung in one direction or another.

“Lies,” he hisses with the wounded tone of a wolf that got its paw in a trap, poked by torches and pitchforks. One can’t help his own nature, isn’t that so? So why punish the uncontrollable, like you can sentence bubonic plague to death. “I didn’t do it. I was innocent as a fucking Jesus lamb or whatever.”

Nostrils flaring, his upper lip adopts a disdainful curve, and his eyes take on a dull, sullen cast.

“They hated me, you know? They all hated me. Ever since I was a little boy, they pointed fingers at me.”

Before Satan’s abode, there was another kind of hell. Snickers and passed notes that gained voices on school breaks, voices grew flesh in actions, and for a week he’d been coming home with his hair wet from toilet water, and coursing back to school with black blotches of blood under his skin because Walter – or Will, or Wayne – had hallucinated a direct connection between his failures as a businessman and the child he’d taken in to feed off.

“You know what they called me? Son of a Hundred Maniacs.”

Subverting a foul name and giving it some dark power was not the first step on the path he’d been steadily led to, and by then he’d lost his way into the realm of giving and taking. That’s what it was. A natural cycle. You get what you give, nothing more. They were so terrified of the concept of “doing it to a child” they forgot they’d invented it. Before the downy cheeks of their children bore the scars of his claws, he used himself as a canvas – Springfield taught him how to draw.

“You wanna know why? Wanna know what’s so funny about it?”

He leans to level his face with hers. He’s blind where other fathers see their pride, cannot discern a single gene of his in those features, and she only reminds him of Loretta by the virtue of being a woman. But he knows another thing all fathers know – she owes him just by existing.

“Bet your foster mommy and daddy never told you,” and he can’t help a grin twitching onto his lips.

she doesn’t flinch this time ,    as if the dread and peril of it all could not compete with this voracious urge to   know ,     know who she was ,    who she was meant to be ,     what was taken and devoured from her mind before she could ever make a decision on her own .     virtue is not real if it’s imposed upon you ,   taught ,   repeated .      that was fabrication -----  you do what you are told ,    and not what you want  .      the only question left was :     what was it that she wanted?        were they so afraid of an answer they robbed her of it?    if so ,      it must’ve been a truly monstrous thing .

❛      w-why?   ❜    her voice sounds smaller then ,      almost like a child when confronted with a complicated math problem they weren’t clever enough to solve on their own.    it feels like having her brain stretched and poked and pulled at all four corners as if it was made of rubber .       why ,    why ,     why !   it’s all that fills her mind  ,  desperate whimpering questions of a wounded dog who needs answers ,    who needs    anything to fill that empty void left behind .     she wants to know everything ,    every twisted detail ,     but that’s too horrid of a thing to admit aloud ,     isn’t it?    

❛      just   tell me .        ❜

broken composure ,      he’s taunting her  ----  toying with her like she’d do to others .     dangling what she wants most like a bait at the palm of his hand and daring her to reach for it .   it’s cruel ,    but how could she expect anything less ?     for once ,     katherine’s struggling not to crumble ,      not to willfully walk into this web and tangling herself in his silken lies .     it’s so tempting ,      she’d been so starved for so long ,     no newspapers ,    no articles ,    no stories ---- nothing .       it was as if the whole world had forgotten it ,   as if springwood had never existed at all .    she’d cracked her nails bloodied digging for the truth  now he’s standing here :    flesh and bone .  or almost .   her father ,    ghostly and grinning with those sharp teeth ,     playing dollhouse in this memoir  ,     and even these scraps he’s feeding her are just about    enough   .

if she could ,    she would hold him ,     clutch him so tight between her fingers he’d be torn in half ,      claw his skin to ribbons so he’d never be whole again .

❛      what did they do to you, daddy?     tell me ,       ❜       she doesn’t believe his innocence ,    but she wants to ,   and if she just   tries hard enough ,        maybe she could .        it’s easier to believe someone you love ---- and she loved this thing ,    whatever it was ,   or at least --- she remembers loving it .   ❛      why couldn’t i find you anywhere?         i searched for you ...       everywhere ,     ❜    small admissions wrapped in stifled anguish roll off her tongue in haste ,   the aching ,  consuming pain of searching for a ghost still throbbing in her chest  .      she turned every rock ,      there was nothing underneath .     a man died in a fire ,   a fire she’d never believe was accidental,  and only thing left of its ashes was her .     ❛       i couldn’t find you .    i tried -  i couldn’t find anything ...    it’s like you were just ---  just gone ...      ❜

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theshaepe​.

breaths shove through his mask in huffs,  heavy from exertion  &  desperate to replenish his blood with precious oxygen.   anger is distant,  something he can only vaguely place in a childhood memory,  but even so he can’t help the way his wide eyes chase the girl’s leg as she vandalizes his work.  

his heart-rate picks up again,  wet,  empty hands urging him forward as he quietly walks up behind the only other  ( living )  presence in the room until he’s close enough to lace his fingers through her soft,  brown hair,  stroking innocently through it,  but leaving a sticky,  reddish trail behind where he had touched her.

steady, girl .     her body stiffens like  cold steel  the second it senses movement  ,     pretty bones protruding like buttons to be popped under rough hands  ,       sharp like daggers under the a pale white sheet .

katherine swallows the next breath    like a bullet ,    feeling it lodge itself in her throat as she combs through the sleek trail of crimson it’d left on unruly brown locks ,    now tangled and wet  ,    bloodying her wandering fingers like a child playing with paint .   ❛       this place is  dead ,       ❜       she searches for a bait to dangle at the tip of her tongue :      ❛         don’t you wanna go look for    your girl ?      you know ----  i think ...       i might remember her room number .      ❜  

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she’s not even half-conscious yet ,    knuckles aggressively red from rubbing against damp eyelids .      why why why    ❛     --- god.   where’s the straight razors when you need them ...      ❜       she’d take that any day over living with having heard those words, thank you very much .   @krvcger​

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felt cute might delet l8r