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demona-andariel · 10 months

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A Simple Act of Kindness - 17 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,702

Chapter 17 - Broken

Thomas woke up and reached over for Elizabeth. Her spot was empty beside him. He sat up in frustration. It was the third day in a row she’d gotten up at some point in the early morning and left the bed. Last time he’d found her in the main floor hallway. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the wall. He wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there. But, she followed him back up to the room without a fight. Without saying anything, actually.

Something had happened two days ago. Thomas wasn’t sure what. Only that Elizabeth had come back different from the clinic.

Damn him! He should have gone with her. He shouldn’t have chickened out. But the mention of sending her to see Dr. Hawkins made his heart pound dramatically in his chest and his palms sweat. He hated doctors. His condition had caught the fascination of the old town doctor. Thomas was a kid then. Unable to voice his objections or fears. Not that he could explain even now how he felt then. All he had was his strength to fight back. But, they had drugs that weakened him.

The old doctor told his mother that he could be fixed. But that was a lie. Dr. Hawkins wasn’t like the previous doc, though. He had that going for him. He was nice. Thomas didn’t mind him. It was the only reason why he was okay with them taking Elizabeth there. He’d met him three times in the past few years. Once when he’d managed to cut himself pretty bad with his chainsaw. And the other time when Monty needed a checkup. And the last time was rather recent, when Elizabeth got very sick.

The doctor was so kind and worried about her. He understood their apprehension to take her to the hospital. After Luda Mae had lied and said Elizabeth was hiding from an abusive ex and they were taking care of her.

Thomas clenched his fingers. It still didn’t matter that he liked the doctor. Just seeing that white coat had sent him back to that horrible place in his mind. His ma had to be with Elizabeth while the doctor had tended to her. He was glad Elizabeth was sort of out of it during that time. Too sick to realize he couldn’t be by her side.

He couldn’t let Elizabeth see him like that. Couldn’t let her see him panic and look scared. He was her rock after all. He protected her. Except…

He’d failed.

Something must have happened in that clinic. Hoyt claimed to have no knowledge. Claimed that she had been fine till the ride back home when she became distant. And Elizabeth? There was a moment when she returned. She’d placed her hand on his face and gave him such a sweet smile. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, which confused him.

He didn’t follow her upstairs, instead, he looked at his uncle for an answer as to her behavior. He seemed clueless, shrugging his shoulders and saying he didn’t understand women. Thomas waited for her to come back downstairs, figured she wanted to change, but she didn’t.

When he went up to see her he found her curled up in bed. Her arms wrapped around her pillow and her face buried in it. Her body shook and she clearly fought to muffle her voice. She was crying. He tried to comfort her, pulling her into his embrace. He rained kisses on her. But every move he made to try and bring her happiness seemed to do the opposite. It was as if they were back in those first days. Every touch frightened her. He could feel and sense her very need to get away from him. And he couldn’t understand why.

Thomas set his feet on the ground and pushed himself up. The morning bugs made it known that they were awake.

Elizabeth?

He let out a soft whimper. He didn't want to wake his family.

For the thousandth time since he’d met her he wished he could voice his inner thoughts. Seek guidance. But, he couldn't turn to his family about this. Elizabeth was having a hard enough time as it was winning them over. Thomas was doing his best, showing them how happy he was with her. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel that his family were slowly pulling away from her, despite their reassurances that it wasn’t the case.

“She’s just upset she ain’t got a baby in her, Tommy,” Hoyt’s words from yesterday echoed in his mind. “Try to put one in her already.”

The day after she got back he left her alone. Let her process whatever had happened, assuming that she’d be fine the next day. Except, yesterday, she was still “missing”. And he had gone to his mother and uncle for help on how to get her to relax again.

Thomas quietly walked down the hallway. The floorboards creaked with his weight.

His family had left them alone in the house yesterday. His ma had agreed with Hoyt, telling him they should get back to trying to get her pregnant. That it’d snap her out because he was good at that.

That made sense. Maybe she was worried she couldn’t have kids. Maybe that’s what the doctor had told her. Except, the doctor was wrong. She could. Thomas was sure of that. So, yes, a baby was needed and soon. A baby was going to fix everything between them. Make her happy. Make him happy. Make his family happy. And she’d finally smile again and relax, because then she wouldn’t feel like she had to worry about his family. She would be accepted.

Elizabeth didn’t say “no” or try to stop him when he started kissing her and touching her yesterday. He could still feel it. Feel the way her whole body trembled. Except, it wasn’t with need. Not with need at all. He shouldn’t have fucked her. But he was so desperate to get her back with him. And she didn’t say “no”. She didn’t try to stop him. But, she wasn’t there with him. Not completely. She didn’t just lay there. She did move with him. But her eyes were so distant.

There was a strange moment just after he finished in her. He had touched her belly and cooed because that’s what he had started to do recently. Her response had always been a hearty laugh followed by a shake of her head. “No baby today, Thomas,” she would say before giving him a deep kiss. Except, yesterday was different. Her shoulders had dropped and it looked as if she were about to cry.

“Yes, Thomas,” her voice was almost too soft for him to hear. “A baby.” He knew she talked about not being ready for a baby, and he wasn’t necessarily in a rush anymore. He liked their establishing routine. Loved her laugh. But this time… her voice. That look of defeat. Something was very wrong with her.

For the umpteenth time, Thomas mentally kicked himself for not joining them. Had the doctor touched her inappropriately? If he had she would have told him, wouldn’t she? She knew he’d protect her. Maybe she didn’t want him to hurt the doctor? But Hoyt would have told him if he suspected that the doctor had done something to her.

The floorboards creaked some more as Thomas made his way downstairs. He stopped in the main hallway and looked around. No room was lit up that he could see and he didn’t hear her. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He didn’t know who he could talk to. Who he could go to for advice. His conversation with his family yesterday had gone differently than what he expected when they got home.

“Are you really sure she’s the one, Tommy-boy?” Hoyt had asked last night when Elizabeth had gone to bed. “I know ya think she’s special, but she ain’t. I’m sure we can find a better one for ya.”

Thomas had let out a sigh. He should have known better than to express his concern about Elizabeth with his uncle. Hoyt still wasn't sure about her.

Thomas had turned to his mother, only she surprised him by agreeing with her brother.

“I know you like her, Tommy.” His mother had given him such a sympathetic look. “But, I don’t think she’s strong enough for this family. Oh, honey. I thought she was, but-”

He had cut the conversation there. She was strong. And she was very much his. He couldn’t believe what his family was hinting at. Yes, he and Elizabeth had a rough start, but they’d worked past it. Or so he thought.

Thomas peeked his head into the kitchen. Empty. Where was she? Walking back into the main hall his eyes fell on the front door. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t leave him, would she?

Her behavior, the looks she had given him, the way her body trembled from his touch.

Oh no.

Nothing had happened to her. She’d been reminded. Reminded there was an outside world and a life without Thomas. Reminded of what Thomas had done to her those early days.

He slammed the palm of his hand onto his forehead, mentally kicking himself. How could he have been so stupid?! He kept her world small and made sure he was always in her bubble. He didn’t want her to think about out there. Not without him in the picture. But she clearly did now. She’d gone out there without him and was reminded she used to have more freedom. Freedom he was slowly trying to give back to her. Or at least, as much freedom as he could without losing her.

Idiot!

That was why it was as if they were back to day one of their relationship, why she was so distant and sad.

Thomas stormed toward the front door as anger rumbled through him. If she’d escaped, he’d find her. He’d bring her back. It would hurt her. It would upset her, him taking away her freedom again. But he couldn’t lose her. And she’d eventually understand again and accept her role. His family was wrong. There was no other woman in the world like her. She saw him. She accepted him. He could not let that go.

The basement door let out a soft click and then groaned as it slipped open.

Thomas froze. He turned around and stared at the door. He always made sure to keep that door closed even when there weren’t people in that basement. He didn’t want her down there again. He didn’t want her to see something that would add more scars to her mind.

His heart picked up its beat as he headed down to the basement.

No.

There was no way she’d be down here. Not without him. Unless…

Hitting the concrete floor he stilled. Chills and fear ran through his body. She sat on his butcher’s table, his sharp knife on her lap. One hand gripped the handle, while the fingers of her other hand gently touched the blade. Her head was inclined as she stared at the ground. And her beautiful long hair littered the area around her. She'd cut it all off, leaving herself with an uneven short haircut.

Elizabeth. Don’t.

He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if she knew he was there. If he startled her she could hurt herself.

He took a cautious step forward. She closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the handle.

“I… I can’t do it, Thomas,” she said softly. She knew he was there.

He eyed her and then the blade.

Don’t do it.

His heart wrenched in his chest. He was sorry. He really was. Sorry that he took her from the world and forced her to live in his. But, he needed her. Didn’t she understand that? She could move forward. She’d done it before. Maybe if they had a kid. They’d become a perfect family and that’d make her happy again. She wouldn’t need the outside.

“I have always had to rely on myself,” she said. Her eyes stayed in the blade. Her fingers slowly ran along the flat of the steel. “My parents, well, they loved us I’m sure. But if there was a problem they expected us to try and problem solve before going to them. Don’t depend on others to solve your problems for you. Be independent.”

Thomas took in small breaths. Independence. He took that from her. He was right. Being away from him, even though it was for such a short while, made her realize she didn’t have the independence she used to.

He opened his mouth, but snapped it shut when she continued.

“I think that’s why I got into such a big argument with my parents about my brother. They were going to send him somewhere where he wouldn’t have as much freedom. He was already limited in what he could do. I was that person in his life who protected him. Who he relied on.”

He took in deep breaths. She’d never really talked about her life before him. And, he hadn’t tried to open up that dialogue. He wanted to. Wanted to know more about her family. About her past life. About the person she was before she met him. About her brother. Any time she mentioned her dead brother there was a change in her tone. A sweet sadness.

He still had her suitcase full of her items. That photo album… He couldn’t give it back to her. Despite the way things had been going between the two of them, he still feared her rejection. He feared if she saw her old life it would put her where she was now. He had practically memorized every photo in great detail. Not a week had gone by that he didn’t pick up that album at least once to look at the pictures.

That had started to be his goal. To get her to look as happy as she did in those pictures. And there were moments. Brief glimpses that it was possible. The day he proposed actually gave him that look into how happy she could actually look.

But now…

“And then he was gone. And, it made me feel hopeless. I didn’t want to feel that. Didn’t want to face the fact that I was essentially alone. So, I sold all my shit, packed a single suitcase with the items that meant the most to me, and took off. I told one of my aunts I wanted to visit her. But, honestly, that was just because she found out I planned on traveling the country and she was worried.”

She raised her head and looked at the empty meat hooks.

“I didn’t know him. Jason,” she said. Not that Thomas needed her to clarify. He still felt some jealousy toward her dead traveling companion. “Just randomly met him at breakfast in a hotel I was staying at. Rather stupid to get into a stranger’s car like I did. But he was nice and friendly and funny and cute.”

Thomas felt his muscles tighten and he swallowed back his sudden anger. He still felt the pain of it. The way she whispered Jason’s name when it was he who was fucking her. He was the one making her feel good, not the meat who was going to be dinner.

His eyes widened and he quickly tried to relax when she turned her attention to him. He didn’t want her to think he was mad at her. That Jason was no longer a threat to him.

“I would have fucked him,” she said, keeping her eyes on his. “Given up my virginity to him. I wasn’t saving it for the right moment. In case you were wondering. Sex and relationships weren’t a priority for me when my brother was alive. Enjoying his presence was.”

Her neutral face turned into a scowl. “Before you go thinking it was about your looks, it wasn’t. Jason wasn’t the one raping me, Thomas,” she said firmly. “You were. And… and you were making me feel good. And I hated that.”

A silence fell around them. Only the sound of her fingernails on the steel and their breathing could be heard. He gulped and took a step toward her.

“I was so conflicted. Do I just give up and get you mad enough to kill me? Or hope that Jason was still out there. Hope for some sort of eventual rescue. I don’t know why I didn’t give up when you took me down here and I saw what you did to him. After you humiliated me like you did.”

He too had conflicting feelings toward the situation. On the one hand, he’d done it out of necessary desperation. Get her to realize she was his and his alone. But, he also felt frustrated at his own cruelty. How he exposed her, his woman, to a man like that. Let the man get aroused. To be honest, when she ran off as she’d done, hid in the corner of the room and didn’t leave, he thought he’d lost her for good. He had left early the next morning to think. To figure out what the next step needed to be. He didn’t want to kill her, but it was looking that he might have too. He couldn’t let her go. His family wouldn’t allow it.

“When Hoyt,” her voice cracked and her chest shuddered. She closed her mouth and grinded her teeth, clearly trying to compose herself.

He automatically clenched his fists. Seeing her in that position, with his uncle about to fuck her and the fear in her eyes, it pissed him off. But, then his uncle told him she came on to him. And, Thomas could believe it. Why would his uncle lie? It could be argued that she threw herself at Thomas because she didn’t want to die. She didn’t expect his uncle to tell him the truth and that she was desperately using sex to save herself. Except, he realized later, she wasn’t like that.

Hoyt had told him that women couldn’t be trusted. That they were good at using and manipulating men to do what they wanted, especially using sex. But, Thomas knew Elizabeth now. She wasn’t that kind of person. Which…

Thomas frowned. He hadn’t really thought much about that incident. No. Hoyt… Hoyt wouldn’t lie.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. “I… I didn’t plan on falling in love with you. It’s so fucked up. Me, falling in love with my rapist.”

Thomas cringed.

“But, I did. You protected me. No one’s done that before. You gave me new hope that… that just maybe I could be a person here.”

She huffed and shook her head.

“You made me happy. You proposed to me.” She moved her left hand off the knife and set it on the table. Her eyes stared at the ground for a moment before she turned her head to look at the meat hooks.

He clenched his jaw. He wanted to move her vision away from those things. They weren’t going to ever hurt her. She kept a tight grip on the knife, but set her right hand down on the table and raised her legs, hugging her knees to her chest.

“I had an IUD put in before my journey. I figured I was going to have a lot of meaningless sex. A way to drown out my sorrow. Unhealthy, but I didn’t care,” she said. Her voice sounded flat and devoid of emotions.

He frowned, unsure what that meant. Her eyes met his.

“An IUD helps prevent me from having kids,” she said, reading him correctly. “ I figured I had a year maybe two to get away without having kids before questions would be asked. And as I don’t plan for the future I figured I’d cross that bridge when I got there.”

His whole body stiffened. He knew about birth control. Knew about condoms and pills. He’d never heard of this device though. With no pills for her to take, it never occurred to him something else was stopping her from having kids. Did his family suspect?

Suddenly, she snorted.

“Do you know what’s funny? My reason for not wanting babies changed. At first I didn’t want them because well you were raping me. Getting tied to you and your family…. Forced to have a child with my rapist.” She shook her head. “But… but then you stopped being my rapist and turned into my lover. And I went from not wanting to be tied to you and your family to wanting you and your family to want me. As a person. Not just as something that can have babies.” She sniffed and chuckled. “It’s so fucked up. I want a family of cannibals to want and accept me.”

But, we do want you, Thomas thought. I want you. He shifted his weight to move forward, but immediately stilled when her fingers tightened their grip on the handle. Her whole body trembled as she clenched the knife. She sniffed then wiped her nose with the back of her hand. A few tears ran down her face. She wiped her eyes again. He could see the tension in her body. She expected him to get angry. Expected him to do something horrible to her.

He shook his head and took a step closer to her, but had to stop once again when she gripped the knife. He opened his mouth and shut it in frustration.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “It’s out now.”

He shook his head again. She misinterpreted his frustration. Had this conversation taken place during the early days he would have been upset. And yes, he probably would have figured out a way to punish her, but not now.

Thomas turned his back to her for a moment. He’d failed her. Failed in getting her to understand that she could make mistakes and she’d be okay. That she could openly communicate and trust him to not do anything drastic to her.

Turning to face her, he stopped breathing for a moment. She’d lowered her legs and her fingers once again ran along the blade. She raised her hand. He watched in anticipation, tensing his muscles to rush at her and stop her from doing anything rash.

She didn’t look at him. Slowly, she twisted her wrist so that the blade was pointed away from her. Then, to his relief, she opened her fingers so he could take the handle. He didn’t hesitate, snatching it from her hand and quickly returning it to his workbench that held all his tools. Setting it down, he turned to look at her. His heart dropped. She was staring at the meat hooks, clear acceptance of her perceived eventual fate.

No! Nothing was stopping him now from grabbing her. He moved in front of her and placed his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him. Well, it wasn’t so much of a force. She easily returned her attention to him.

He shook his head. Not for you. Never for you.

She nodded her head. “I know. Not today,” she said softly. Her hand touched his chest and for a moment he felt her relax. Her face lightened before it returned back to being emotionless. "You need your kids."

He forced her to look at him, shaking his head again. No. Never! His throat moved as he swallowed back his frustration, his emotions. He opened his mouth and closed it, then opened it again.

“Ours,” he managed to say, because the children would be theirs. Part of him, part of her. He grabbed her left hand and brought it up. His mouth dropped and his chest constricted. The ring was gone.

“Hoyt made it clear I had overstepped,” she said. Once again, she knew what he was thinking. Little trembles shook her body. She looked at him. The emotional grief was clear on her face again. “Sorry. I… I couldn’t wear it anymore. It was giving me the wrong message. I'm just here to have your babies.”

Hoyt had…

His brain nudged at him, telling him some dark horrible truth, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. No… Hoyt wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Thomas had made it clear that she made him happy. That she was going to be a part of the family. He proposed to her and didn’t tell anyone. He wanted her to be the first person to know of his intentions. To actually legitimately have her accept him and not force himself on her as he had.

“Your family means everything to you and you to them. He’s right. I’ll never have that. Even if I have your kids, I’ll always be looked at as an outsider. Not to be trusted. You won’t have my back. Maybe you’ll comfort me, but you won’t stick up for me. Not to family. I’ll have your kids but… they’ll never be mine as well. They’ll be yours. They’ll be your family’s.” She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand again.

“I honestly should have known better, Thomas.” Finally, she looked into his eyes. “I have no freedom over anything. Not even something as simple as eating what I want. It was only a matter of time before your uncle would find the right opportunity to rape me. The right excuse to get away with it.”

His world tilted and swirled. He knew his eyes were wide in horror as he desperately shook his head in denial. That, he realized, was the wrong move. The emotional turmoil that she was in was replaced with acceptance at his denial.

Taking in a deep breath, she let it out. “You and your family think you know what’s best for me. I’m done trying to hold on to even a tiny bit of who I am. No one cares. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt. I’ll have your babies till I’m of no use to you anymore. Throw me to your uncle or on one of these meat hooks. I have nothing. I am nothing. I don’t care anymore.” Her words came out in a bitter voice, but her face somehow remained neutral.

No! You’re not nothing. You’re everything to me.

He desperately kissed her, wanting to put that spark back in her. But she didn’t kiss him back. He pulled back and searched her face for some clue to fix her. To let her know that everything was going to be okay.

No. No dead eyes. You’ll be okay.

“Mine,” he managed to squeak out, pressing his hand to his heart. To protect. My family now.

Except, he’d failed in protecting her. Failed in getting the point driven into his stubborn family’s head that Elizabeth was one of them. He knew they had their doubts. Little whispers he caught. Little jabs he ignored. He thought being spontaneous and not telling them about the ring showed his true devotion toward her. Showed just how special she really was.

“Right,” she said. She opened her legs so he could get between them and put her hands on her nightshirt to lift it up.

He immediately stopped her, shaking his head. Fucking her wasn’t going to fix the situation. Would have been nice, but he tried that yesterday. And he clearly made things worse without knowing it. She probably thought that he knew everything. Probably thought that his uncle had told him and yesterday he was “reclaiming” her or something to that effect. Only, his family hadn’t told him a goddamn thing. Instead, they had lead him down a path that made matters worse.

He pushed the thought of them away for now. They weren’t important at the moment. She was. Fixing her was. She was happy before. They were happy together. He wanted that back. Wanted her to smile. Wanted her to actually be carefree and relaxed.

He brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss her fingers. She didn’t react. He didn’t know what to do to make things right. He didn’t know how to fix her. Not yet at least. But he was going to figure it out. It was going to be hard. He could already tell. It was up to him and him alone. She wasn’t going to make anymore efforts.

But, giving up meant his uncle was right. Giving up would only confirm to her that she was nothing. And…

You are my everything.

Chapter 18 - Consequences

#thomas hewitt x oc #Smut #horror #fanfiction #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #noncon tw #tw noncon

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andragoras-in-vanity · 2 years

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anyone who thinks slasher remakes post 2004 are good needs to be studied in a lab. or maybe theyre just straight and need to not talk about horror

#straight women will never understand horror rip to them but gays do it better #yes this is about the Netflix texas chainsaw #the gore isnt good its just cgi #bring back gooey corn syrup blood and killers that are actually interesting #i wont deny 09 jason was very sexy but hes not ken kirzinger and that movie missed the point of f13 anyway #but seriously ive seen clips of the new massacre and just....it looks so bad and all of those people need to die #im not gonna say tc3d was fantastic but it was easily the third best AND it had the respect of gunnar hansan marilyn burns and bill moseley #and it was a genuinely interesting story and like one of the few exceptions to the rule of 'victims arent everyday people'#which is the trend nowadays in slasher rip offs #this is going to be just as bad as leatherface 17 #because you cannot relate to the kids that get killed and theyre tiktokers THEY DESERVE TO DIE!!!!#but they dont give leatherface enough personality to make him scary OR sympathetic #tc has always been terrifying because you KNOW bubba is a product of his environment but hes also SO BIG and strong that you cant get away #and you know this #old slashers were terrifying because theh could have happened to anyone #og tc is innocent kids on a roadtrip checking out an inheritance and they were normal humans for fucks sake one of them was in a wheelchair #new tc is a bunch of shitty influencers invading a town they had no right to be gentrifying #also its so fucking disrespectful to try to drop sally into the story #isnt marilyn burns dead anyway?#like yes it worked for Halloween because its fucking jamie lee curtis and shes just Like That and was set up for this #when she was in scream queens kicking ass like she always has #tc is too old and happened during the height of the serial killer fascination she would have run and never looked back #anyway i fucking hate new slashers (fear street and scream not withstanding because the franchise is still running)#and i dont think as long as theyre going to be bad and ignore the source they should be given money #especially by people who dont understand the draw of the source anywah 🙃#its about the revenge fantasies 👌 and the possibility it could be anyone #anyway i think i have to unfollow someone cause they just......are too straight to understand what makes a horror story good #also i have nothing against the collector it fits its genre really well but it is modern horror and idk if it should be called a slasher as #mucj as it is splatterhouse #but i digrest

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moronic-validity · 3 years

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TOPPING DRAYTON FANFIC PLEASEEEE

ahahaha okay so this is not a fic, but it is a 1k play by play. So...kinda a fic? I guess....

This is Leatherface (2017) Drayton

Male Reader

Warnings: Petroleum Jelly/Vaseline is not lube, reader's parents are homophobic, dirty talk

18+ under the cut

- Drayton and you grew up together and were just about inseparable.

- you had a tendency to be a bit touchy feely with him, keeping an arm around him, laying on him, you've even kissed him once or twice.

-your parents kicked you out when you were 17 because 'they didn't raise a queer'

- Verna told you that you'd always have a home with her and the boys.

- That was 5 or 6 years ago. You lost count.

- you and Drayton were wrestling in the front yard instead of taking care of the hogs like Verna had asked.

- You had Drayton pinned on his stomach and were teasing him

- "Do you just like bein underneath me Dray?"

- Drayton...moaned

- oh?

- You get off of him and both of y'all are staring at each other.

- "Drayton, what in the hell was that" "Don't worry bout it"

- you worry about it

- "Dray, were you into that" "I said don't worry bout it"

- Oh my God, he was totally into it.

- You shove Drayton back onto the ground. He turns bright red.

- You smirk

- “Drayton Sawyer, do you have a little bit of a crush” you look at him and cock your eyebrow “…or a big bit of one?”

- Drayton stays on the ground this time and stares at your feet.

- “Dray…” “What” he snapped at you.

- You squatted down next to him and realized he damn near had tears in his eyes.

- You wrapped your arms around him.

- Neither of you said anything for a little while.

- You get up first and you pull Drayton up with you.

- He goes to head into the house and you grab his hand.

- “Your ma said we better finish chores before we go back inside”

- Drayton looks like a kicked puppy when you drag him off towards the barn.

- None of y’alls chores are in the barn, what the hell is this.

- You back him into the far wall of the barn

- “[y/n]…”

- you stop and watch the look on his face “Want me to stop?”

- He takes a deep breath and slams his eyes shut.

- “No.”

- You start kissing every bit of already exposed skin.

- “Hey, look at me.”

- Drayton opens his eyes

- You drop to your knees and pull down his pants.

- “want you to watch me”

- You kiss around his upper thighs and his eyes flutter shut

- You stop kissing

- “I said I want you to watch me”

- He opens his eyes again and you take him into your mouth.

- he has to stop himself from closing his eyes again.

- He’d never admit it, but he had been dreaming of this for years.

- he bucks his hips and you begin to pick up the pace

- You don’t want him to cum just yet, but with the way he’s whimpering and moaning, God, you almost don’t want to stop.

- you got up and grabbed a small thing of petroleum jelly you had tucked back behind some of the rusted tools

- You usually brought townie boys to the barn to fuck them so Verna, Jed, and Nubbins didn’t hear what you were doing

- You had dreamt of fucking Drayton here for as long as you could remember, probably since you two hit puberty and Drayton shot up like a bean pole.

- “Turn around”

- Drayton followed your directions and turns around, pushing his ass out.

- You hummed to yourself, this was going to be so good.

- you coated your fingers with the thick grease and pressed a finger against his tight hole.

- It slid right in

- You added a second finger and started pumping them

- Drayton didn’t show a single sign of discomfort, instead just pressing back against your hand.

- you swatted at his backside “You been fingering yourself?”

- “Every night since you moved in”

- He’s fucking himself on your fingers and you’re just watching at this point.

- You groan and slip your fingers out of him.

- With your other hand you fish yourself out of your pants, grab a glob of the jelly, and coat your cock in it.

- You push in slowly, trying to give him time to adjust.

- Drayton is biting his hand, trying to keep quiet so Jed doesn’t come in trying to figure out what’s up.

- You started to fuck him with slow, deep strokes.

- “Please [y/n]” he groaned

- Jesus fuck

- You pick up the pace, not caring when the sound of skin on skin fills the barn.

- He was whimpering and whining, you had your face buried in the crook of his neck.

- “You’re so fuckin needy Dray, aren’t you? Want me to fill you up? Make you my pretty little wife? That whatcha want?”

- the sound he makes is somewhere between a gasp and a whine

- “Wanna be your wife so damn bad”

- You hum in approval and reach around, starting to stroke Drayton in time to your thrusts.

- He cums first, but barely. The minute his walls clench down, you find yourself cumming, deep inside your best friend.

-Both of y’all are sweaty and panting.

- You keep your bodies pressed together, not ready to pull out just yet.

- When you finally put yourself away, you sit down.

- Drayton cleans himself up and sits down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

- “Shit, we still need to feed the damn pigs.”

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*RUNNING AT YOU SO FAST WITH IMPOSSIBLY GIANT EYES* IF YOURE STILL TAKING THESE: 7, 9, 17, and 19 for that ask game!!!!!! For whichever version of Stan you most feel like talkin about!!!!! <33333

AAAAA TYTYTY SM PINCH 🥺💜 I’m gonna answer these for leatherface!Stan since he’s been in my cranium today…

7. What do their hands feel like?

I feel like leather!stan has like big hands ofc.. and they’re very warm whenever I hold them .. not to mention they’re super calloused because of his past with the other Sawyers.. but I feel like my soft hands against makes him so happy and he doesn’t hide said happiness :,)

9. How does there body temp usually run (are they naturally warm or cold)?

Just like his hands I feel like he’s just naturally warm.. he only gets cold if he’s outside during winter but even then I feel like he’s just.. warm 24/7 he’s just a cuddly heater..

17. What's their favorite gesture of affection to make you feel loved?

I feel like out of all the Stan’s, leather!Stan isn’t much of a man with words (which isn’t a bad thing of course 🥺) but he makes up for it by being super physically affectionate.. I feel like once he got warmed up to life outside of Texas/the Sawyer house he became more physically affectionate/accepting of physical affection so it’s definitely his go to gesture of affection..

19. What are they like in the kitchen (clumsy, focused, pro level)?

Since he was moreso the.. butcher of his family, I feel like leather!stan wasn’t in the kitchen a lot :( so he’s most likely clumsy but along the lines he gets to the focused level once he watches me in there a couple times or helps me make food/dinner for the kiddos!

#TYSM AGAINN PINCH 🥺 these were sm fun to answer #🌻 leatherface!man au #self ship ask game #self ship asks #self ship #self ship community #f/o asks #f/o community #fictional other community

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The Slashers try to go Grocery Shopping.

So the slashers have all conveniently run out of food at the same time and are taking turns trying to shop at the grocery store How will they fare?

1. Freddy

Does pretty well until he arrives at the frozen food aisle where a nearly blind woman grabs his face thinking it's pizza. He is then kicked out for trying to harm the elderly.

2. Jason

Does better than Freddy and makes it to check-out. Some teens in front of the line talking about their plans for a sex and drug filled weekend trigger him and he ends up slaughtering them. He is then asked politely but firmly to leave.

3. Michael

Quickly notices that the store is pushing Christmas stuff in September and massacre's everyone there without buying anything. The only survivors are some goth kids who vocally shared their disdain for the Christmas stuff. He will spare them...for now.

4. Leatherface

Makes it to check-out and buys what he put in his cart peacefully. However, what is in his cart is nothing but meat and a small toy he bought for himself.

5. Ghostface

Gets distracted by the cheap movie bin and ends up filling his cart with bad horror flicks instead of food. He will not survive the winter.

6. Pinhead.

Buys everything he needs and makes it to check-out. Creeps the clerk out with his talk of pain and Hell and she lets him take the food for free out of fear.

7. Chucky.

Doesn't even last a minute before he's mistaken for a regular toy, put in a cart and sold, His current whereabouts are unknown.

8. Jigsaw.

Doesn't buy anything. People-watches for new players for his "games." and then heads to the hardware store for supplies.

9. Hannibal

Buys a bunch of spices and produce but refrains from buying any meat since he's sure he'll find something cheaper in the store. He finds it in a Karen that's rude to him and the clerk. Hannibal will eat good tonight.

10. Pennywise

Gets dragged out by the cops immediately for trying to kidnap a small child. Keeps insisting that he wasn't going to do what they think he was gonna do.

11. Norman

Does well until a woman hits on him. Manages to keep "Mother" from killing her but not from buying a bunch of Milk of Magnesium.

12. Candyman

Doesn't buy anything. Just etches his name near the bathroom mirror with a x5 and leaves.

13: The Collector

Goes straight to the hardware store for supplies like Jigsaw and then to the pet store for insect food.

14: Chromeskull

Buys a single drive for his camera and leaves.

15: Harry Warden:

Wrecks the Valentine's Day aisle and is kicked out

16: Kayako

Is mistaken for a severely sick woman and taken to the hospital. She shouldn't have tried crawling on the floor.

17: Sadako

Kicked out for attempted burglary. (She crawled in through the CCTV camera.)

18: The Creeper and The Tall Man:

Both just people watch, Creeper for food, Tall Man for minions.

19: Lubdan

Does well until he enters the cereal aisle and spots the Lucky Charms. Has an existential crisis.

20: Carrie

Gets all her shopping done in record time and has no problems whatsoever

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☣ SCARY MOVIE TATTOOS - sims 4 sleeve and individual tattoos ☣

Hello! This is my new simblr :) my name is rose & im 17 y/o. I’ve been playing the sims since i was little but i wanted to start sharing my own creations and others that I like. This is my first CC creation, my edits are kind of bad so if anyone has any tips pleaseeee lmk.

anywayss this sleeve has 7 swatches, the sleeve itself along with individual ones in case you just want one and not all. the sleeve includes: Jason Freddie Scream Michael Myers Georgies boat Leatherface

I hope yall like it! I plan on posting my adventure time trad sleeve very soon. (these are from a flash i bought from @davis.rider on ig irl, go check him out hes super talented!)

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 4 years

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So an Insidious Leatherface decides to be an ass and camp the Basement in the boat on the swamp. He’s at the top of the stairs and slightly off to the side behind some boxes/barrels, out of line of sight from the one direction that I guess he expected ppl to come from because that side is where the Basement is? His terror radius is GONE. Anyway, I saw him at a distance and Urban Evaded around to the other entrance of the boat and slipped behind him and into the Basement. I was waiting for one of the others to come closer so he’d move - revealing his terror radius - so I could use Borrowed Time(and it worked!). So while Laurie runs, I loudly rush into a Locker and then slowly get out and Urban Evade behind the side wall by the Hooks. Laurie makes use of Borrowed Time and gets away, and Leatherface comes down, goes right by me toward the back to check the Lockers and I slip around him again and use Sprint Burst to get out. He must have seen my scratch marks because he rage-quit before I even got off the boat! XD

Got several great swf Escapes(Tuesday)! Running Unbreakable and Borrowed Time with friends is the best decision. And we both were running Flashlights too!

So we had a match against a Ghost Face and Friend asks me, “What Rank would you say this is?” cuz the dude was whiffing a shit ton on all of us and got Gen-rushed. I suggested “Rank 17″ to which I was told I was being way too generous. And when he got my friend on a Hook finally I was right there to unHook him with BT and while I got downed, he used it to get me with BT and we 360′d GF a few times, Flashlight Blinded him each, then ran away, Healed up in the shack, and finished the Gens. We were able to Rescue Meg from the Hook by distracting and body-blocking all the way to the door Ace opened, and the Killer kind of gave up after ruthlessly tunneling Meg for the last 3 Gens. He stood there while we Healed her up in the door and then we all teabagged and Flashlighted him for points before leaving. Turns out he was a Rank 17 and it was then that we felt bad for our endgame behavior. Juking a newb with only two Tier 1 Perks isn’t something to get cocky about even if it provided amusing content.

^I don’t teabag or Flashlight Flick until I’m inside the door because doing so mid-match is inviting the Killer to be a douche in return. If I were to do that and get tunneled and then camped, I wouldn’t mind because I knew I invited it upon myself. Simple. And you know, GF did not Disconnect so he’s got more guts than a lot of Red Rank Killers out there.

Got to lead a Huntress on a long loop while the last dude lay dying on the ground next to us. He crawls away while I’m looping and ducking under Iridescent hatchets, and uses Unbreakable to get away. She gets distracted, looking for where he went, and I use Sprint Burst to get to the shack so I can loop her there instead. It was great! Eventually I was able to use Urban Evasion to get away from the shack and she stayed there for like 2 minutes, looking for me in the lockers up top and then in the basement while I did the Gen near the shack that gave me a perfect view through the window. I finished the last Gen, David was going for the far door(the 1 was next to me and he wouldn’t dare be on that side of the map with the Huntress while Injured), and I used Adrenaline to get across the map to him. She rage-quit before we actually got out.

I had 6 matches in a row today(Wednesday), where it was Red Ranks against newb Killers. All Ranks 17-20, all running Tier 1 Perks. All whiffing so badly that they all ended up rage-quitting about a minute into the match. I waited about 20 minutes each time just to get into a match, only for the Killers to DC because they don’t get their way in the first 60 seconds. But you know, there’s nothing wrong with the MMR right now! We’re all just whiny babies over here.

Had a Huntress with Whispers and when she’d search my area I’d pick a hiding spot and end up hiding next to a Hex Totem! She had 4 Hex Perks! Anyway, I Cleansed all of them and then Urban Evaded a distance away to watch her check the area out and find nothing!

Did the Exhaustion Build again! I had some great games and then I got Shelter Woods. It’s the only map without a drop point. There’s a big tree in the center of the map that you can kind of run up on the roots, but the drop isn’t high enough most of the time. Few people manage to do it just right to get Balanced Landing to work. It was a bit of a bummer.

Got an Oni to waste his precious power on me 2 times in a row, because he sucked at turning mid-sprint. 3 Gens got done in that time and he finally left me because he used up all the blood in the area leftover from the beginning of the match when a Nea ran him for a bit. He never got in a hit and refused to try to hit me for the rest of the match, which let me get a whole Gen done by myself!

Ended up bullying a Rank 19 Wraith who only had Tier 1 Deerstalker and a Bone Clapper add-on. He came at me in the beginning and I ran him around the same loop in a corner for 2 minutes before I randomly threw down the pallet and the used Lithe with it on my next run around. We ran him around so bad and then felt bad in the endgame lobby when we saw the details. This matchmaking is really bad right now. It isn’t fair to all players.

Had a Michael on Midwich. Ran around with this Nea cuz she had Prove Thyself and we got a Gen done and most of another before she ran away cuz Michael was coming. He tunneled Nea for the last 3 Gens because she made him drop someone with her Flashlight. So it’s her last Hook and she has Borrowed Time on. He finally downs her, but she has DS and gets free. I’m following behind in hopes that I can help somehow. She gets him to the other side of the building and downstairs before going down in a room with no Hooks. I make him whiff once in the room and the once in the hall. Adrenaline pops and I get in front of him in the room he’s going for to stand in front of the Hook. She had Boil Over so he was swaying side to side and missed 2 more hits from that alone. Then he landed a hit on me finally and I crouch away. She wiggles off! She blinds him! And then again. It was a chain-blind that was like 12 seconds long. I’m crouching away so my Exhaustion goes down. I’ve got a Syringe which is 16 seconds before I’m Healed up totally. I use it and then get behind her as she runs. Exhaustion is finally over! I wait for Michael to get close enough and then Dead Hard to a nearby window so he misses and I get distance. I lose him in the next room and the Syringe takes effect! I run for the exit to find it open. Nea comes flying around the corner and vaults for distance. I get between her and Michael and he lands a hit on me instead as the remaining Survivors come to the door. We all teabag before leaving. That Nea sent me a message that was basically lots of BROOOOOOOO GGs BROOOOO FUCKIN SICK! I’m so proud! Also, I won’t pity Michael cuz he tunneled someone the whole fucking match! Rank 12 or not. Too bad.

Got a Ghost Face using Insidious. He kept coming back to the same Gen and Nea and I would climb out the window and watch him from the other side as he'd kick it. So for the umpteenth time, he chose to stand in the bushes beside it and his terror radius vanished. She and I were on either side of the window, able to see him but he wouldn’t have seen us if he looked in our direction. We were teabagging and pointing at each other the whole time! The last 2 Gens popped while we goofed off and GF rage-quit immediately when he realized no one was coming back to that Gen! Rank 1 Killer btw.

I can’t seem to get Sprint Burst to work on Meg. I tried several matches with other Survivors and it works fine for them but not Meg. I’m still getting Exhausted as if I used it though. wtf???

Played some Trapper for a few Challenges and had 3 Basement games in a row! I had all the traps on the map surrounding the Basement on all sides! Either side of the window, in one doorway, plus at the outside corners in the grass if someone tried to loop me. At the top of the stairs and the rest haphazardly on the floor of the shack so they’d have to do some intense workouts to get out of the building. My build made it so no matter how far they ran from the shack I could carry them all the way back there with no problem. Dead Hard would save them from 1 trap(usually the one blocking the stairs) but not all of them and that was the plan! And I had a Stitched Bag for more traps, and an Iridescent Stone on so any un-set trap re-sets itself every 30 seconds. So even if one was disarmed, it’ll re-set itself soon without me having to work for it. Usually in the time it takes for them to safely unHook and then to get everyone up the stairs! ^-^

At least the auras don’t look like shit anymore.

#stuff

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My Top Posts in 2021

alright, so i saw someone in a jason mask doing asmr on tiktok, and now i gotta figure out what kind of asmr the horror movie serial killers would make.

i’m not very knowledgeable in asmr types or horror movie serial killers, so bear with me on this.

we’ll start with jason:

the jason that started this was doing direct mic like,, shaving cream asmr, so i’m gonna go ahead and say jason is more into sensory asmr that focuses on specific sound triggers.

pennywise:

mans definitely does mukbang asmr of eating children. slurp slurp. children r yummy. i can’t imagine this gets monetized very well, though, but the idea of him doing this is just… hilarious.

ghostface:

imma be honest and say i don’t know much about this character… but i feel like he/they would be very into obscure scenario/role-play asmr. like bad doctor asmr or mad scientist asmr? they like focusing on a story behind each asmr video they do.

leatherface:

i don’t know much about leatherface, either? i tjink he’d be very into makeup/beauty asmr, n trying to make u look pretty through the camera:)

chucky:

my guy is really into cooking/chopping asmr. he really likes chopping things up with knives.

the creeper:

again, don’t know much about him. he does a lot of drawing/drawing with random things type asmr. sometimes he’ll add interesting facts in the closed captions, so make sure you have those on. he doesn’t actually talk..? so he’s a silent asmrtist who likes to educate people as best as he can.

candyman:

are… are you kidding me? eating asmr, mostly centered around desserts/candy. same vibes as pennywise, but treated a bit more seriously? at least in the sense that he is more monetized than pennywise is lmao-

pinhead:

i was honestly gonna say that he does like,, slime/crunch asmr, but i think he’s also very into solving complicated puzzle boxes as asmr.. and rubix cubes lol

freddy kreuger:

manz reads bedtime stories as asmr. you cannot tell me this man doesn’t figure out how to do asmr as an easy way to get people to fall asleep. he sits in a lil chair with a lil reading lamp and reads stories as asmr. i’d be cute if he wasn’t doing it as a way to murder you.

michael myers:

cooking/baking asmr. he goes real heavy on good cooking/baking asmr cause he can’t talk, but he gets to show off some of his skills in the kitchen. you gotta be real smart while making a good meal. this totally isn’t partially based on a comic i saw of michael being a good cook at a cookout. yes he wears a “kiss the cook” type apron in every video.

jigsaw:

i had to specifically look him up because i couldn’t remember his name. he does video game asmr. like on online puzzle games or minecraft or that one powersoaker game? he just sits there n plays the game n talks n tells stories in a quiet voice.

a chunk of the names on this list come from this article.

feel free to add or change things if you’re more knowledgeable on the subject than i am, i just thought this was a funny idea lol-

35 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 06:04:06 GMT

i’m sure this isn’t a new headcannon, but imagine everyone thinking denki is dumb and never asking him for help on anything. then put that with denki being smart in languages because he’s bilingual and can speak english really well (he grew up speaking it, probably for familial reasons), denki being pretty good at science and knowing the semantics of electricity to a t (because duh, that’s literally his quirk, wouldn’t he wanna know about it?), and denki getting good at creating battle strategies because he relates them to pranking.

the idea that denki is smart and no one knows about it simply because he applies his interests into the things he’s smart about just fuckin gets me.

i think i read a fanfic or something where class 1-A is just struggling in an electricity homework assignment or smthn and denki’s just,, not doing anything? someone (probably iida) ends up saying “kaminari, u should be doing this, u should be learning this more than anyone” and he very casually is like “yeah, i already finished it, but i can help u out if ur struggling on a problem or smthn.” a casual shrug from denki while he perfectly explains a question to the room of confused students.

56 notes • Posted 2021-06-27 12:44:05 GMT

i’m genuinely so excited for the across the spiderverse movie- like,, i’m excited for the other spiderman movie, don’t get me wrong, but- the art?? the attention to detail?? MILES MORALES?? ICONIC

we’re just gonna ignore the fact that “part one” means “more than one movie” but also “yr probably gonna be heartbroken at the end of this movie that yr definitely gonna go see”

92 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 06:39:39 GMT

i just need people to reply to this with their favorite obscure ships, y’know? like, not a rare pair, where the characters make sense together in a fandom often talked about, but gets drowned out with more popular ships, but like obscure ships.

obscure ships that cause discourse- discomfort, even.

i mean, i’m all about any ship with iida in it, but i’d catalog those as more rare pairs than obscure ones. the fandom is big, there’s tons of popular ships, obviously some better characters are bound to get a lil drowned out in the fight.

my favorite obscure ship is either fred x shaggy and velma x daphne (both ships coexist at the same time) or poly! scooby gang.

i found a fanfic once where poly! scooby gang from one version of scooby doo fell into a different dimension with the newer, 2010ish animated scooby gang where the entire gang has romantic discourse within their respective hetero ships. poly! scooby gang couldn’t tell the other scooby gang about them because it could cause something to change in the relationship between other dimensions scooby gang. poly! shaggy practiced magic. they were super close and loving and comforting to eachother. it was great.

i 100% stand by obscure poly! scooby gang. that shit gets me every time.

96 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 00:38:52 GMT

lmao someone tell me why any ship with iida is fuckin perfect? my manz has no right.

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HORROR-THEMED ASKS

(made up some of my own because i haven't seen any existing ones i liked—)

1. what's your favorite scary movie? you can only pick one.

2. what's your favorite horror subgenre? an excursion gone bad/found footage

3. you're planning a horror movie marathon with your friends - which movies are you picking? Cabin in the woods, Midsommar, Green inferno, As above so below

4. you can go back in time and watch a horror movie of your choice on its premiere - which movie are you going to see? The conjuring

5. if you were a character in a horror movie, what kind of movie would it be? what kind of character would you be? what would be your fate? I would die right away or slit my throat before, cuz im fucking scaredddd

6. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: the local movie theater is showing your favorite horror movie but you've heard that something really fucked up happened at the theater in the town over; somebody got stabbed mid screening, apparently- but people are arguing about whether that was actually real or just some sort of publicity stunt... - are you still going to watch your favorite movie? no

7. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: a murder has occurred. somebody you knew, though only in passing, got knifed by some psycho killer and the whole town is in shock. the school fool has taken it upon themselves to throw a party in the midst of all of this, "to celebrate life", as they say. - you get an invitation but are you going to the party?

8. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you see a hitchhiker. do you pick them up?

9. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you're a counsellor at a summer camp, newly re-opened after almost a decade. after a long day of getting everything ready for the campers, you are sitting at the fire with the other counsellors and one of them starts telling you how this place is supposed to be haunted, cursed, whatever term you want to use. your mind instantly connects the kind-of-odd things you've noticed and the strange feeling you've been getting throughout the day to this newly learned information. do you leave the camp? or at least consider doing so?

10. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: a strange figure is standing in front of your window; unmoving and simply staring at you. - what do you do? Pick something sharp and run towards him

11. answer for real life vs if you were a slasher movie character: you escaped the killer but your friends are still stuck on their hunting ground, hiding and running for their lives. do you go back for them? yes

12. could you be the final girl? be realistic. yes. with lots of perseverance and strenght, like in The Descent

13. you're offered the chance to privately talk to a horror villain of your choice, currently kept secure in a government facility. your safety during the encounter is guaranteed. do you take the offer? and if you do, who do you pick? why?

14. would you rather try to escape from michael myers chasing you with a knife, jason voorhees chasing you with his machete or freddy krueger tormeting you in your dreams and chasing you with his glove? Jason

15. would you rather have a whimpering leatherface inch his chainsaw up your thigh or have billy lenz call you at all hours of the day moaning obscenities? Billy lenz, no doubt.

16. would you rather have billy lenz or ghostface harrass you over the phone?

17. would you rather have chucky try and transfer his soul into your body or have the sawyer family try and put you on their dinner table? Chucky

18. would you rather summon candyman or open the box leading the cenobites to you?

19. the asker gets to make up a would-you-rather question of their own.

20. there's a rip in the fabric of the universe and you find yourself warped into a horror movie. which one is it? pick a movie you actually find interesting enough to want to be a part of, maybe one you've already imagined yourself as a character in- not one you just think would be easiest to stay alive in. the rules to your current situation are unclear; you don't know whether this is one of those "if you die in here, you die in real life" scenarios or not- so why not just aim for some fun right now.

21. is there a scary story that really frightens you or that just really stuck with you? a legend, a myth, something purely fictitious?

22. do you have any personal scary stories? something that happened to you or somebody close to you?

23. what are some things that give you the total creeps? places, items, even certain times that you try to avoid whenever possible?

24. do you believe that friday the 13ths are unlucky, lucky or just ordinary days like any other? unlucky

25. make a list: unlucky items.

26. make a list: lucky items.

27. do you have a superstition that stuck with you the most? a favorite superstition, perhaps?

28. do you believe in the legends and origins behind halloween? nah but its fun

29. are you dressing up this halloween? sometimes, but I musttttt do it more consistently.

30. what have you always wanted to dress up as on halloween but never had the chance to do? Daria or something sexy

31. make a list: halloween preparation shopping list.

32. do you have any favorite halloween traditions? any you personally follow or would like to follow?

33. what is the best way to spend halloween, in your opinion? Horror movie and candy + party after or before

34. do you have any tips on how to make sure that your halloween is going to be awesome?

35. what would be the most ideal way to spend halloween to you? you can be as unrealistic as you want.

36. it's halloween! where are you? drunk off saints blood and levitating naked around the bonfire in the forest with the girls? or going on a thrill-kill spree, not worrying about being caught because you're blending in with the rest of the costumed and blood stained crowd, with the boys? being a fucking witch with the girls, hell yeah

37. it's halloween! the clock strikes midnight and at the edge of town, a witch is trying to summon you. what items will she need for the spell to work? my blood, water and some mud (earth)

38. are there any future horror releases that you are looking forward to?

39. what do you think of modern horror? in general, but also in comparison to horror of the past? I love the recent stuff. There has been a gap between the 70s and the 2000′s but since 2015, I think it’s becoming it’s own thing, and more psychological and diverse. I love it.

40. do you have any musings on what the future of horror may be? can’t predict

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New Vegas, part 17: Heartbreak

Why does this keep happening to me?

Ok, so, having solved the mystery of Boone’s wife’s disappearance, and helped the sniper exact vengeance against one of the people responsible, it was time to help Novac’s other sniper with their issue, a ghoul infestation at the nearby Repconn facility. Getting there was little trouble. A few feral ghouls outside, easily dispatched, but also some suspicious ash piles, as if there had been a shootout with laser weaponry. A couple of these ash piles even had working stealthboys! A godsend, considering I was currently without one. Not sure what was really going on here, though, considering feral ghouls aren’t really known for using stealthboys or las weapons.

Inside the front door, part of the mystery was quickly solved - as I found the corpse of one of those blue super mutants, like the one that was killing the cattle in Novac. Apparently stealth fields are just their thing. That’s... worrisome.

A voice on the intercom directed me to the second floor of the facility, where I found one human scientist who thinks he’s a ghoul, along with a colony of ghouls following a sort of glowing ghoul cult leader by the name of Jason Bright.

Apparently he considers the feral ghouls to be part of his flock. This doesn’t exactly make me feel bad for the ones I’ve already killed, but I resolve not to kill any more, at least not here.

Apparently he’s planning to move his entire congregation off to some promised land, but they need to get to something in the basement, where the Nightkin are still holed up.

So I agree to help out, and sneak down to the basement. There I encounter the leader of the Nightkin, or at least this group of them, Davison, who thankfully isn’t hostile, at least not by default.

Davison, like the first Nightkin I encountered, is more or less completely off his rocker, taking orders from a cow skull. And he’s apparently ‘the sane one’ from among his crew. The rest will be hostile by default. It seems the Nightkin are here for a shipment of stealthboys. An entire shipment! Could you imagine? If they’re right about it being here, I’m sorely tempted to take the stealth boys for myself! But no, I’m being non-violent here, or as non-violent as possible.

Anyway, the shipments in a side room, but one of the ghouls is in there, a tougher one than most it seems, and they’ve managed to hold the nightkin off all by themselves. If I can get rid of them so the Nightkin can get their stealthboys, then they’ll leave. Then the ghouls will leave. Then the people of Novac can go back to scavenging salvage from this place and everything can be back to normal.

So I head down the hallway, sneak into the corner room, and THERE HE IS. Harland. The dashing leatherfaced mercenary from the top of the post. I am Bethany is smitten. Her second crush of the play through. And it seems he’s not really part of Bright’s group? Just a mercenary who signed up for the chance to make out with hot ghoul babes? A tough guy with a gravely voice who’s a bit of a scallywag, but also enough of a softy that he won’t abandon his post while there’s a chance his friend might still be alive? Be still, my beating heart!

Well, as a smoothskin, maybe Bethany’s chances are slim, but still, there just might be a chance. I mean, he’s gotta find those god-fearing ghouls to be a bit loopy with all their promised land malarky, right?. Or at the very least a bit stuffy. Maybe I can throw some booze and cigarettes his way and convince him to come with me, instead? And if not romantic partners, we could at least be bestest sarcastic adventuring buds, right? I mean, Harland’s gotta be a companion, right? This introduction really feels like it would be for a companion character, doesn’t it?

Doesn’t it?

In the mean time, it seems he’s got a girlfriend trapped deeper in the Nighkin-controlled basement. As previously mentioned, he won’t leave without her, so now I’m going to rescue her, to get Harland out of the supply room, to get the Nightkin out of the basement, to get the Ghouls out of the facility. This quest is starting to have a lot of steps.

Anyway, I’ve got two stealthboys, and my stealth score overall still isn’t that super great, so I activate one and get going, hoping it’s enough to last long enough to find Harland’s friend and get out.

Sadly, it isn’t really. I get down to a key-required door just as my stealth boy is wearing off, and have to backtrack looking for a key. Unfortunately, while I’m looking for it, one of the Nightkin spots me, and I’m forced to kill it.

I regret doing it, but there doesn’t seem to have been any other option, considering it was holding the key I was looking for. Maybe I could have picked its pocket if I had been more careful? I don’t know.

I feel particularly bad about it, considering that once I opened the locked door, I find Harland’s friend, already dead. The whole rescue side trip was for nothing. Oh, well.

So back up to Harland, who’s sad his friend is dead, but none the less thanks me for trying then sneaks out while the sneaking’s good. Of course, an entire shipment of stealth boys would be too god to be true, as I find a computer in the storage room with a message indicating the stealthboys were sent here by mistake and had been shipped back to wherever they came from. Davison is upset about it, but his cow skull keeps a cooler head and convinces him I’m telling the truth, so the Nightkin leave, and the ghouls move back into the basement.

Apparently their taking fucking rockets to the promised land? Are they suicidal? Hand harland goes out onto the launch pad, too! Dammit, no! Where’s my option to convince him this is a stupid idea, and he should go with me instead!?

Bright asks me to help the human scientist get some stuff to finish fixing the rockets. I need some control whatever and some sort of radioactive isotope.

This post is getting long, and I don’t want to split it into two parts, so long story short I find the control thing at the salvage yard north of Novac, sweet talking the old lady who runs it into giving me a discount, and I bring some of the radioactive rocket souveneers from the dino gift shop, remembering that the gift shop guy had mentioned something about an isotope in them making kids sick, and sure enough that’s good enough. I also tell the scientist that he’s not a ghoul, and Bright has been using him, but convince him to just let it go rather than seeking revenge.

The rockets get fixed, with I push the button, and Bethany watches as her romantic hopes are dashed once again.

This damn game’s already broken my Bethany’s heart twice, and we haven’t even made it to New Vegas, yet.

#sception plays fonv #this one got a little long #and my report got a bit rushed at the end #not that i didn't like the quest #it was alright #if a bit goofy in premise #probably should have split this one into two entries #but the blogging is kind of falling behind the playing a bit #so

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