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Made some memes, thought they were funny
Normal people after watching "The Boy":
Then after watching "Brahms: The Boy II":
I love "The Boy" a lot. Brahms is my baby Xd
Imagine: licking Freddy Krueger's blades
You struggled to breathe against the hand that was firmly pressed against your throat and you felt your feet lift off the ground. Your back was pressed against the cold wall as you felt the warmth pool between your legs. How did you end up here?
*Earlier*
You woke up to a loud scratching sound from down the hallway, your body refusing to go back to sleep. Being the nosy individual that you are, you creep down the hallway and peep into the room that the sound was coming from to see Freddy sharpening his blades.
For some reason, you've never seen him do this, even though you've lived together for over a year.
"Good morning sunshine.", you chirp, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. He grumbles a response before returning to the task at hand. Not satisfied with the greeting you were given, you tighten your arms around him until he finally stops and glares up at you.
"Fine! Good mourning, how may I help you?", you just laugh at this and remove yourself from him as you turn around to get breakfast from the kitchen.
Time seems to fly by and it's already 5 p.m. but you're not tired. Quite the contrary, you feel very mischievous. Your loving boyfriend is sitting on the couch, watching a movie about, of course, murder when you slink up besides him.
'Time for a little experiment.', you thought as you take his gloved hand in your smaller one. You slip it off his hand and pretend to inspect each of the blades, which somehow made him smirk and boost his already large ego. You take the index finger of the glove and move it closer to your lips. He gulps as he intensely watches you run your tongue up the sharp blade carefully and back down the flat part.
Faster than you can see, he gets up and slams you against the wall by your throat, but not hard enough to hurt you. He smiles smugly as his gaze shifts along your body, his smoky scent wafting into your nose.
"So you like to lick, huh?", he mumbles under his breath with a smirk. "I'll give you something to lick all right."
That's your only warning before you're thrown over his shoulder and whisked away to your room.
Imagine: being on a three way call with Ghostface and Billy Lenz
"Hello?"
You hold the landline phone on your shoulder while painting your nails with your free hand. It was your average Friday night in your house and like every one before, you had nothing to do. Well, almost.
"Who am I speaking to?", a gruff voice asks on the other end, sounding like an obvious creep.
"This is (Y/N). Who is this?".
"Your worst nightmare."
You chuckle into the phone as you open your mouth to speak when your cellphone rings. Unknown caller. You answer it anyways. Holding the phone up to your ear, you hear someone breathing heavily on the receiver. Before you can say anything, you hear:
"Lemme lick it... I wanna lick your pretty pink cunt...", followed by snorting sounds and squeals. 'Why, of all people, does this happen to me', you wonder silently, picking up the other phone after hearing loud shuffling sounds.
"Ignore me again and I'll gut you like a fish!", the person says angrily, nearly growling at you as you hear more snorting noises from your cell getting louder.
"Suck on my juicy, fat cock....", it's getting too much for you to handle with both impatient people on the phone. You grab both phones and begin to hang up.
"Don't you hang up on me, bit-", yells the man before getting cut off. Your nails are pretty dry by now so you get ready to head to bed as you're awfully tired from doing nothing all day.
After doing your routine, you began to get into bed when you hear what sounds like a window open and shut. On edge and pretty terrified, you begin to get back out of bed to investigate the sound when you hear a door open and shut. You stand up and exit the bedroom to look down the hall to see a figure in a tattered black robe with a knife in one hand and a cellphone in the other.
They begin to run towards you and are chasing you back into your bedroom when a door is thrown open and slams them in the face. A silhouette with curly hair is chuckling and whispering obscene phrases before walking slowly towards you with a blade of some sort. You scream and run into your room as you barricade the door with your body as you hear thumping from the outside.
Reluctantly, you crack the door slightly to see that both figures are tussling in the dark hallway in what seems to be a fight. You rush towards the window and open it, leaving to alert your neighbor about the intruders. You fight the urge to laugh because this only happens on Friday night.
Slashers + Pokemon + mspaint
THEY’RE SO 😩😩
Some definitely not evil men
The nicest girl you've ever met is watching Terrifier 3 and has multiple slasher smutfics in her likes.
KILLER AS RZ MICHAEL MYERS !! :3
I always see people imagine him as Jason Vorhees, which is an obvious choice but,, I think RZ Myers is alot more fitting for him,, idk!!
UNFINISHED!!! J:
will not be finishing tjus honestly erm...
redraw of michaels bishoujo figure 🫶
A morning doodle :>
oh em gee
SOMETIMES ALL I THINK ABOUT IS YOUUU ~ 🎶🎶🎶
Everytime an artist erases Thomas Tummy a fairy dies.
" You're never leaving here alive."
Quentin didn't take the clown seriously
Some recent art I've done!!!
(Also my commissions are open, please commission me I need money and I've been applying to jobs)
" You're never leaving here alive."
Quentin didn't take the clown seriously
"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.
He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.
"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.
The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.
"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"
Quentin smiles and slowly close his eyes.
Humming a response
His head rubs slowly came to a halt as Quentin began to grew sleepy
"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.
He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.
"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.
The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.
"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"
You know I had to do it
As Dwight sung quentin rested his head on his shoulder, smiling to himself. Soon Quentin started rocking himself front to back, in the end it didn't take long for the sleep deprived teen to drift off to sleep. Snoring lightly as his rocking stopped and he began to feel like deadweight on Dwight's shoulder.
During his slumber, strings of incomplete sentences left his mouth, sounding more like conversations youd hear taking a bus with a group of kids, meaningless topics. The warm fire soon died out, and Quentin has yet to stir awake, peacefully staying still again Dwight.
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
Quentin smiles slightly. "I can try only if you promise to wake me up if I start shaking". He said half joking
Quentin took a deep breath and rested his head on Dwight's arm.
"This may sound really fucking stupid.. But do you mind humming a lullaby? My mom used to do when I was a kid" they chuckle at the memory, remembering how his mother would cradle him in her arms and rock him, always humming some relaxing song, most of the time being songs by destiny's child.
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
Quentin chuckled slightly "yeah.." he took a deep breath and continue "he still invades my dreams. But at this point I can't tell if it's just me having a nightmare about him out of trials or if he's able to get into my head and spectate everything." he adjusted himself as to where he's using the log as back support, "and recently it's been only nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night and when I fall back asleep it's another nightmare, one right after the other".
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
"If you don't like the nickname I can find you a new one" quentin chuckled as he rest his head ontop of his knees
"One part not being able to, other part of not wanting any night terrors, you know?" he smiled slightly
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
Mun here
Y'all wanted Steve x quentin?
No?
Too bad.
Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun
Quentin smiled softly and pressed his cheek to Lobo's head
'Holy fucking shit'
The teen buzzed with joy, there was truly nothing softer than lobo it seems.
He took notice of Lobo's tail wagging and let out a breathy chuckle
(I promise I didn't forget about this, I just suck at coming up with good lines to write, it's been years since I've lasted rp with someone sjsjs)
"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.
He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.
"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.
The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.
"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"
Covered the bed in spikes then it's perfect -Quentin
//They having fun -mun//
Be smart
Organize your art in your drawing program
