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I AM STILL ALIVE

As the title says, I am still alive.... Still taking a super hiatus and I am so happy that all of you are still here. You guys are absolutely amazing! I am working on tshirt designs, stickers, buttons and all that fun jazz! “Imagine being blinded as a child while defending Leatherface” is still in the works. I know all of you are waiting for the continuation of that and I want to continue working on it. Plus NSFW on the way within those sexy little chapters. I was wondering if you guys could, but dont have too, fill out this thing for my school. I could win some gifts for work and school. https://wn.nr/Wm7hLn

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Happy indigenous peoples day!

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So, a lot of you know that I am in school for Game Art. Well, today we got into modeling/sculpting people for my Character Creation course and I really wanted to show you guys what I got to create. I know you all are really waiting for the continuation of “Imagine being blinded as a child after defending Leatherface” and believe me, I am trying to find the time to write out the next chapter. Thank you all for being such amazing followers!  

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Not slasher related but yalll

A porcupine’s Halloween present (+ original sound effects)

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Hot

Texas chainsaw massacre? Leather face?

What a coincidence thats one i wanted to share :D Freaking love bubba!

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Yes

JASON VOORHEES has brought you a gift. Do you accept?

> Yes > No

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Imagine the Slashers Reactions to having Tiktok

(Since the US is being stupid and banning Tiktok starting Sunday, get out there and Download it if you havent yet! I’m LadyWillow13 there! And would love to see what you guys have!)

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(I was originally thinking of Michael Myers for that ask, but honestly any slasher you see fit to add would also be a treat to read 💕)

aww kk! 💕 (i literally love this idea here u go uWu 🥺💖💖)

“Sharp as knives...”

RZ!MichaelxReader

by jena marie

Summary:

Y/n just seems too badass and lethal for anyone in Haddonfield, except for one man. She signs her fate unknowingly when she snaps a pervert in half at the bar. Just like that, Michael wants her. xD warnings: cussing and a wee bit of violence :) also michael being a total stalker but what were we expecting

Her eyes were piercing. Sharp and direct as knives. It was like she looked right through you. She wore eyeliner that made them darker than they already were, and her hair flowed like a waterfall as she walked the streets. When she was angry, her voice could cut metal, and she never showed her teeth unless she was snarling.

Michael was in love. He though she resembled something of a feral wolf, and yet she was such a tiny little thing. One time she went into 7/11 for cigarettes, and her tshirt was so large that the shoulder-sleeves went past her elbows, and the bottom reached her mid-thigh. Her shorts barely showed, and her hair was in a messy bun. He watched her the entire time, practically glowing with dominance over the whole vicinity even though he was nowhere to be seen. He was there for her only. He was going to be the ultimate nightmare to anyone who gave her so much as a wrong look.

One time he got close enough to see her wrists, and how easily he could snap them within his grip. Once he could see her slender neck, and imagined how perfectly it would pulse around his long, thick fingers. He wanted to feel that, and yet the thought of harming her brought him anguish.

Today was hotter than normal, and Michael sought shade in the pine trees as usual. It was quiet in there and no person thought to go wandering, so that was his home for now.

There she was again. Her languid steps and flowing hair, bounced as she walked with purpose to the new bar that had opened up a few months ago. Michael watched, eyes cracked and predatory, his gaze on her pretty little form.

She was getting closer. Her form growing, although not so much due to the height of this pretty girl.

Michael wanted to sneer at how tiny she looked up close, and was too caught up in his fantasies to notice that she caught sight of his face in the bushes, and was making her way to him.

Her eyes were piercing, sharp, direct. They cut through Michael and he loved it. He never wanted to look away from the sheer power she radiated. They were e/c. Beautiful, like gems, against the glow of hell within them.

Then she was still. And they stood five feet apart.

“Have you been following me?” Her voice wasn’t sharp, it wasn’t threatening, nor did it sound frightened or shaky. It stood tall, and Michael couldn’t read her expression. It was a blank page.

Michael nodded slowly, not emitting any sound whatsoever. It was deathly quiet.

“Why?”

She wanted to know if he wanted to hurt her. Maybe he wanted to take her forcefully against a tree or on the asphalt against the dark sky.

Michael didn’t reply. He only stared. It was something intense, brooding, large. The gaze, Michael’s usually and most casual look, emitted danger, darkness, and sadism. It was something that you didn’t want to come near, let alone be in the view of. And yet she didn’t even flinch. She didn’t even blink. They’re gazes we’re locked, like two lions trying to intimidate each other.

Then, Michael wanted to see something. He wanted to see her reaction. He reached out, and grabbed her wrist, his rough hands scratching against her soft skin. He pulled her towards her, to which she obliged with a blank face, and he could finally smell her scent.

She smelled like an oak forest, peppermint, and jasmine. He could smell her perfume and her shampoo.

Y/n caught his scent too. He smelled like every dark thought she had ever had, every sinful desire, every morbid feeling— and yet so sweet.

He dug his fingers into her hair, something that seemed rough to Y/n, but bliss to Michael.

“I have to go.” She said, an edge to her voice that Michael couldn’t name, and his grip tightened. He seemed to growl. The sound echoed, and it swallowed her.

Michael then let go, and the girl stumbled backwards. Then it showed on her face, giving Michael a sense of satisfaction. She wasn’t scared, but she looked up at his in awe. How morbid, how dark, how beautiful it is to experience a scratch of his impulses and want more.

Michael stepped back, disappearing into the pines like a ghost.

The guitar was loud, blaring in the dark lit room, the bass shook the floor, and Y/n was having the time of her life. A man from the bar licked his lips with predatory eyes and Michael was already aware. He was internally shaking at the thought of competition. Then again, when does he ever lose?

The man with messy hair contained within a dirty baseball cap rose from his chair, and stalked drunkenly over to her. Michael seethed, as he watched through the small window of the staff-only room of the bar with the manager strangled dead on the floor behind him. He growled a guttural and animalistic growl, and watched with eyes aflame and murderous.

She strummed, making her guitar wail in a fit of rhyme and rythme, and she never wanted to stop. She didn’t even notice the poor man until he felt her up from behind her. She initially pushed him away slightly and absentmindedly, too caught up in her trance of music and being drunk on rhythm.

Her attention was snagged like a skirt on a thorn bush when the man grabbed onto her and her guitar, making the music stutter to a stop with unwelcome hands on her body.

Rage in her body bubbled up and exploded like an active volcano. She was in such a shaking, violent, overwhelming rage that she wasn’t just seeing red, she was seeing black spots in her vision.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Michael watched in awe as her fist flew to his nose, and the man fell back with a spray of blood from his nose. He clutched it in a pitiful yelp, followed by another pained yell as she, this tiny, petite girl roundhouse kicks him in the ball-sack and he fell to the floor.

“Fucking prick!” She spat, and she whipped her head away from the pitiful excuse for a man keening on the ground, practically immobile. She wiped her nose and fixed her clothing, then sighed, trying to keep her heart rate under control.

Michael was amazed. He was smitten. Yes— The Shape, Michael Myers, was smitten, taken aback, and extremely turned on. He didn’t understand why he felt this way over someone so insignificant, and yet he couldn’t turn himself away. The way she didn’t hesitate to temporarily maim him sent a delicious feeling throughout Michael’s body because it was like she was begging to be tamed. This lone wolf, feral and unpredictable, was undeserved to almost every man alive. Every man alive didn’t have the hands strong enough to carry her crown, but Michael does. And he will.

Her eyes were closed, trying to compose herself when an alarm was pulled, and it was blaring in the ears of everyone.

Police had showed up because one of the employees discovered the body of the manager in the back, and Y/n had her suspicions, and she was smart enough to know soon who the man in the pines was— and she knew.

She knew what would become of her and him, all that was due now was time.

i hope u liked ittt 💕💕

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Not slasher related!

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Wallpapers?

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And I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED FOR MORE

Thomas Hewitt x Reader | Coffee Shop AU

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I did the big cliche, but I really needed to get this idea out of my head. Also, there is not enough Thomas content, and that needs to be remedied, somehow, even if it’s my garbage writing. 

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You’d heard that the coffee at Luda Mae’s coffee shop was amazing, and that the desserts were even better. A colleague of yours swore by the tea cakes, having to buy one every week to curb his growing addiction to them. Word was that the place had a coffee brew that was so silky and smooth it could soften even the stalest of cookies.

You finally agreed to give it a try after your colleague brought it up for the billionth time, only to have your shoulders grabbed and your face pulled mere inches away from his. Staring you down with a gaze that could frighten even the strongest military men, he told you to never go on on Wednesdays. He did not elaborate further when you asked him why.

And yet, you found yourself gazing up at the old, painted sign of the coffee shop, soaking wet from the pouring rain, on Wednesday.

Cold from the wind, you dragged yourself up the steps and into the shop. Immediately, the warm scent of coffee beans and baked goods filled your nostrils, as a small bell jingled to announce your arrival. Soft country music filled the small space, dimly and warmly lit, creating a cozy and comfortable space.

The lack of customers was surprising to you, and you couldn’t help the feeling of apprehension settling in your gut. As cozy as the atmosphere was, there was a tension present that was very out of place. Walking forward, mindful to wipe your dripping shoes off on the mat, you glanced towards the front of the shop.

“Hello?” You asked softly, seeing no one at the counter.

A couple of loud clinks in a back room reached your ears, and then several thudding footsteps. A door behind the counter swung open, and your eyes widened. The man who walked out was enormous, barely fitting through the door frame, and his lower face was obscured by a crudely sewn leather mask. His hair was a bit of a mess, pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and partially falling around his face. There were coffee stains all over his shirt and apron, staining parts of the green fabric a dull brown.

He paused upon seeing you, blue eyes widening ever so slightly as though shocked to see you at all, but then he simply wiped his hands off on his apron and walked up to the counter. When he stood there and said nothing, you assumed he was waiting for you to order.

“U-uh…I’ll just have a plain coffee…m-medium.”

The man nodded once and then went to work, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee. He spilled coffee on his hand almost immediately, wiping it off with a sharp intake of breath. He glanced back at you, as if waiting for you to judge him, but you just gave him an encouraging smile. Blinking, he turned back to his work, glancing back every now and then.

You took the opportunity to admire the muscles of his back while he was turned, wondering how much strength was hiding beneath them. His hair looked so thick and soft, and your fingers itched to run through it. You wondered why he wore the mask. Was it for health reasons, or was it a style choice?

You jumped when you realized he was staring at you, gaze pointed as if he’d asked a question. Your face grew hot as you tried to stop feeling so flustered.

“S-sorry, what?”

He pointed to the sign above him, directly at the types of milk they offered.

“Oh, just regular, please. With sugar too.”

The man crouched down and grabbed a pitcher of milk, glancing back at you once with a strange look in his blue eyes. He finished it up with a couple of teaspoons of sugar, stirring it up like he’d done it hundreds of times before, and then popped a lid on it. Turning around, he placed the coffee cup on the counter in front of you, seemingly small in his large hands, and pulled up the price on the cash register.

You swallowed, noting your height difference now that he was a bit closer, and your heart skipped a beat when he looked down at you.

Blinking twice you laughed nervously, “Right, I guess I need to pay you, don’t I?”

He didn’t answer, but did tilt his head curiously. His gaze didn’t leave you as you fumbled around for some change.

He took your money in an iron grip, counting it and then pulling out some change. His fingers brushed your palm as he dropped some dimes and a nickel, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched. Hearing it, he snatched his hand back as if burned, and stared at you with wide eyes.

“T-Thank you!” You stammered out, your face burning as you practically ran out of the shop.

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When you bragged about the delicious coffee you’d snagged at Luda Mae’s to your colleagues, you’d accidentally let it slip that you’d gone on a Wednesday. Immediately, you were inundated with strange questions, like “did you see him?” or “Isn’t he scary?”. Not long after, they began talking about the rumors they’d heard about him. You learned that apparently this man was not well-accepted.

“He’s clearly unstable. His arms have scars all over them.”

“Someone told me they saw him beating up a guy in the alley behind the shop.”

“I heard that the mask he wears is made out of human skin.”

The last one, in your opinion, was the most ridiculous, and nothing they said stopped you from fantasizing about him and the way he’d towered over you - his blue eyes burning into yours. You couldn’t understand why everyone was so afraid of him - the mere idea of him was addicting.

You lasted a day before showing back up on the front step of Luda Mae’s Coffee Shop.

When you crossed the threshold, the atmosphere of the shop was so different you nearly had whiplash. It was bustling with customers, some waiting in line and others sitting at tables.

There was a middle aged woman pouring coffee into cups, and a middle aged man working at the register.

“Mama! One large coffee and a slice of lemon cake!”

“There ain’t no need to yell, Charlie, for heaven’s sake!”

You looked around the place with intent, disappointed when you couldn’t find the man from Wednesday. You were so focused on your disappointment that you jumped when the man at the register snapped his fingers in your face.

“Hello? Anyone home?” He practically spat in your face. “I ain’t got all day!”

“Oh, gosh I’m sorry! I u-uh…”

The man raised an eyebrow and made a show of leaning on his elbows, unimpressed.

“…Um, I’ll just have a regular coffee, thanks. With regular milk and sugar. Medium.”

“You get that, mama?” the man yelled back to the woman behind him while he rang up the bill.

“I’m right behind you! Quit yellin’ in my ear!”

You waited slightly off to the side to let other customers order, and awkwardly glanced around. There was no sign of the man anywhere, and you inwardly pouted.

“Here ya are. One regular coffee.” The woman handed the cup to you with a quick smile.

“Thank you! Oh…um, can I ask you something?”

“We’re not lookin’ to hire.”

“No, no, I was just wondering…when does that man work? The one with the mask?”

The woman’s eyes narrowed and the man up front glanced in your direction. They were the only two staring, and yet you felt like the entire shop had its eyes on you. You had a feeling that your next words should be chosen very carefully.

“Why?”

You played with the lid on the cup and shifted on your feet, “I j-just…”

You cut yourself off when the door behind the counter opened, and the man in question walked through. Everyone in the shop froze and turned to look at him - some more discreetly than others. You were no exception, though your reasons were likely much different than theirs. Some of the customers finished their coffee and scurried out, as if terrified of him.

No wonder he’d been so surprised to see you order, the other day, if this was the reaction he usually received.

The man carried a large box in his hands, probably with coffee grounds and other supplies.

“Oh, just set that over here, Thomas,” the woman said, gesturing under the counter.

Thomas. 

Thomas did as he was told, catching your gaze as he stood. His eyes widened a bit, recognizing you, and you gave him a small smile. He swallowed and froze in his tracks, eyes skirting over you, when the man at the front yelled at him.

“Tommy! We need more cups up here!”

Thomas huffed and went back into the room he came from, glancing at you one last time before disappearing. You watched him go with a fuzzy feeling in your tummy.

“It’s rude to stare.”

You turned to the woman, who was watching you suspiciously.

“Sorry, he’s just…kind of handsome, isn’t he?”

Both she and the man up front did a double-take and gawked at you. The woman recovered first and gave you a kind smile.

“Yes, he is,” she agreed, her tone wistful. “I’ve always thought so.”

You cleared your throat when the two of them didn’t stop staring at you, and thanked them for the coffee before turning to leave.

“He works up front on Wednesdays and Thursday nights!”

You heard the grin of the man at the counter’s voice before you saw it, taking note of the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded to him bashfully, acknowledging his statement. As you walked out of the door you heard him yell “Hey Tommy! You’ve got a fan!” and couldn’t help the smile from spreading on your face.

They weren’t surprised when you showed up again that next Wednesday, with a wide grin and a happy gleam in your eyes when you saw Thomas standing there.

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TCM: We have an insane sociopath.

Me: Interesting.

TCM: Who eats people and skins their face to use as a mask.

Me, unbuttoning my shirt: Go on.

TCM: The main antagonist is plus-sized.

Me, shrugging my shirt off and reaching from my bra hook: Is that all?

TCM: He's 6'5 tall and he's family oriented. he’s also a big man-child.

Me:

Video Credit: Casey Frey

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Not Slasher related, but please take care of yourselves. Right now, times are hard, times suck... Just be safe, be okay and be healthy. 

If you’re reading this please be nice to yourself today because you do matter

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not slasher related, but Ginger Snaps was one of my favorite movies when I was a teenager. I really loved the 3rd one because it is in medieval times and its sexy 

“it feels so good, brigitte. it’s like touching yourself. you know every move, right on the fucking dot. and after, see fucking fireworks. supernovas. i’m a goddamn force of nature. i feel like i could do just about anything.”

GINGER SNAPS (2000) dir John Fawcett

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WEAR A MASK 🎃

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i think villains in general provide better, more epic romances because they're allowed to go to extremes. they're allowed to put their love over the greater good. they're allowed to be selfish. the best a hero can offer you is number two, because their duty comes first. villains, though. villains will burn down the world for a last kiss goodbye.

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Hey guys, so this is what has been taking my time away from finishing “Imagine being blinded as a child while defending Leatherface.” School has been taking all my attention, along with my son and personal life. I am still writing chapters in my spare time, I just dont want to disappoint you guys.