#Slasher Films

[gremlintaro]

love is in the air ??? WRONG !!!!! gas leak

nah !!!! forgot to post this here again but it's a redraw of last year's valentine art cuz it was straight up ass !!! that one was rushed and last minute..,

if i knew what i was doing, i'd actually like to turn this into a print :3

[frozrowan]

[michaelinprogress]

Thinking about how this must have felt...

Being able to freely move his body again, to feel some semblance of life after over a century of lying in that grave rotting. Up to this point, he's been so stiff, lumbering around arduously. But this is where he becomes more man than corpse.

And the first thing he does with his newfound life?

He dances with Lisa.

He knows there is a piano inside. He could go in and play it for her, he could finally play music after nearly 200 years without it. But he dances with Lisa.

With his new life, all he wants to do is be with Lisa. To touch her, love her, make her happy. He has all this energy and he gives it all to her. Everything is for her.

[beezin-art]

would fall asleep to this every single night

[bloodyrib]

so dainty 💖

[redroses07]

⋆｡°✩𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓✩°｡⋆

(summerween is officially tomorrow guys!!)

[bebx]

pov: you’re in a horror movie

1. create your own look here

2. find out what role you are here

I kind of love the result I got :)

no pressure tags: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @elhaspowers @gothbower @ohfallingdisco @josephandjamie @josephfakingquinn @johnsimms @cuethemulti @can-of-pringles @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nebulousfishgills @mimisempai @thelostsisters @lokisgoodgirl @cultofsheep @onesmainbitch @jcbbby @whumpzone @catboysienna @lussiane333 @erdarielthewhumper @abitofboth @galactic-magick @llywenn @chaos-monkeyy @highwarlockofphilly (only if you feel like playing, no pressure or anything 🥰)

if I didn’t tag you and you’d love to join, please don’t hesitate to do so. I’d love to see the results you got. everybody is welcome!

[thewolffairytaler]

Hi🌹✨

I hope it's not too inappropriate but may I request a pregnant reader x Thomas Hewitt? Like fluff, how he'd be overprotective, obsessed💐❤️

Thank you🌸🪻

One devoted husband | Obsessed Thomas Hewitt x pregnant reader

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Summary: It ain’t easy living in Texas, but it isn't easier to survive with the Hewitt family. However, Thomas does remind her of why she even obliged to stay with him. He makes it nice. He can't always protect her from his own family and their viewpoints, but he does make it better. Even when they are times where she questions if he would ever turn on her too.

The promise of a July rain and the aroma of wildflowers filled the hot Texas air. Thomas moved with surprising gentleness, adjusting the thin blanket around his partner, his face motionless and unreadable beneath the hideous mask of stitched-together skin. Beneath the fading flowered frock, her bulging belly from their child had a soft curvature that contrasted sharply with the hardness of their surroundings.

In the harsh terrain of his life, her presence had created a tenuous haven. The world had been a clamour of hunger and need before she arrived, a never-ending battle for existence. With Y/n, his life now had meaning that was interwoven with everything else. She may not have initially been drawn to him out of full commitments, but rather by her own compass of survival and a whispered sense of pity in the mute, scarred guy. At this shift in him, the other men in his family complained, their eyes narrowed in mistrust, but Thomas ignored them. He was hers and Y/n was his. For her, he was an oddity made of damaged mind and muscle, a beast against the world.

He watched her now, her hands gently stroking the growing swell of their child, her eyes the soft colour of a weathered palette. She was radiant, even with the dust that clung to her skin and the worry that sometimes flickered across her face. He reached out a hand, calloused and scarred, and hesitantly touched her arm, his hum deepening into something akin to a rumble of contentment. She turned to him, a small smile gracing her lips, and he felt something within him loosen, a tension he hadn't even realised he held. Y/n knew him, understood the chaotic storm raging beneath the leather mask. She saw the silent tenderness, the longing for something gentle, something good.

Carefully guiding her through the house's tight threshold, he brought her inside. His senses were overwhelmed with the familiar smells of old wood, grease, and dried blood, yet even these smells seemed subdued today, somehow mellowed by the strawberry-sweet perfume that Y/n always wore. He had observed her meticulously caring for the little patch of berries and wildflowers she had planted close to the porch. little bursts of colour in the otherwise subdued, dusty environment. It demonstrated her tenacity and the obstinate optimism that blossomed amid the violence and mayhem she encountered upon her arrival. He led her to the old, woven armchair, its stuffing spilling out in places, and carefully helped her settle in. He retrieved a worn blanket, another of Y/n's small comforts, and tucked it around her with painstaking care.

His hum became to a steady, gentle throb of devotion as he continued to stare at her. She captivated him with the soft curve of her belly and the miracle that blossomed beneath her skin. In a manner that words could not express, he realised that he was now inseparable from her and the child she was carrying. With all his might and resources, he would defend them, even if it meant facing Hoyt's wrath.

His typical lumbering pace was a sharp contrast to his precise, almost delicate, movements as he made his way to the kitchen. He poured her a glass of milk, being especially cautious not to spill any. A tablespoon of honey, a rare treat he had discovered tucked away in the ancient pantry, was added. With his gaze fixed on her face, he brought it to her and watched as she took tiny, delicate sips, her cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink.

He crouched beside her chair, resting his large hand on her knee, feeling the gentle warmth of her skin. He pressed his cheek to her leg, nuzzling against her in a way that was almost kittenish. Y/n’s hand came to rest on the back of his head, her fingers gently combing through the short, rough hair beneath the leather. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mask, her lips lingering for a moment. It was a silent communication, a declaration of a love that somehow defied logic and expectation, a tenderness that bloomed in the shadows of their harsh reality.

This frail woman and the baby developing inside her were his entire universe. Yes, he was obsessed since their welfare had become the centre of his universe. Within the walls of their dilapidated, dusty house, he would hunt, guard, and create a safe haven. If only for her, he would learn how to be a partner and to treat the delicate miracle of life with the same tenderness and care that he had grown to love her. He had no desire to subject children to the suffering of his world. He would be their silent, loyal guardian, keeping them secure and loved. With complete devotion, he would offer them everything he had, which at the time was everything of himself. The dust motes swirling in the air were illuminated by the Texas sunlight streaming through the dirty window, and for a brief moment, there was calm in the little, peaceful area of the earth they had made. And in that tranquilly, a silent vow between a silent man and his expectant wife blossomed, a love as wild and fierce as the land around them.

[rockstarprincessa]

[gremlintaro]

my eyes hurt and i haven't slept yet but this is more important ( :

[gyroidsart]

John Carpenter's Halloween

[spookyshape]

but what if the desire to do evil

will become a bit stronger than me

many songs inspire me to draw Michael "Zlo (Evil)" by Electroforez is one of them

[beezin-art]

tommy :3

[bloodyrib]

david howard thornton + animals 🐾

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Black Christmas (1974)

[bebx]

New stills from Terrifier 3